Halloween
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Chapter I
The thing with Halloween is that it's unpredictable; predictably so.
Last year for instance, was not what Chris Burton would have expected
even if he had been told it would happen beforehand.
Chris owned and ran a software company and business was a little down at
that particular time. He had started the company in October of 1999, just
when everyone was panicking about the Millennium Bug. You know, it was
just prior to that time when all computers were supposed to go 'phut' and
keel over onto their metaphoric backs, leaving big business in the brown,
smelly stuff.
Thus Millennium Software (unimaginatively named it's true, but what the
hey?) was born on the back of the switch to Y2K. He was contracting
through an agency going around to different companies and sorting out
their PC's. He was good with the customers, which meant business through
referral. The work came in faster than he could deal with it and he found
that his services were becoming more sought after requiring him to take
on staff.
One, James Healey or Jamie, was a real whiz and between them, they
managed to keep the company going well beyond Y2K and now, he is the
Technical Director of Millennium Software, which in turn, is now a
respectable software house, employing one hundred and forty staff, in
their own building and okay, it's not big, but then neither was Microsoft
to begin with.
Chris initially took Jamie on as an employee on the 31st - Halloween and
since that was really the start of the company, it was decided that
they'd throw a party each year to celebrate and being Halloween, it gave
them an excuse to make the 'party' fancy dress. No-one really had trouble
finding something to dress up as; well no-one except Chris that was, who
regularly 'forgot' with the excuse that there were other more pressing
things on his mind.
On this particular occasion, Chris was feeling down in the dumps. As
mentioned earlier, the company was facing something of a slump and he and
his wife, Jess, found it a pretty trying time. He was waiting to meet
with a representative from a big company, SolTech and the project that
promised (if it ever got off the ground) would be worth millions to
Millennium Software. As far as Chris was concerned, it would also mean
hitting the big time.
As a result, Chris's mind spent too much time worrying about the SolTech
account and not enough on the present; the present being Thursday the
thirty-first of October - Halloween. Needless to say, he had once again
given no thought to a costume and was only reminded by Jamie that
afternoon.
"What are you coming as?" he asked.
"What?"
"Tonight; what are you going to be? A werewolf, vampire or are you going
to be that stupid ghost again?"
"Shit!" said Chris. "I haven't got anything."
"You ARE kidding aren't you?" said Jamie shaking his head. "Not again.
Trust you." Chris mouthed something unrepeatable at Jamie.
"I'll have something by this evening, don't worry," he said, wishing he'd
paid more attention. He'd have to get Jess to help him out. He phoned her
immediately and when he broached the subject, she was not impressed.
"You want me to do what?"
"Well, I forgot, what with the up and coming SolTech project and all.
Can't you whip something up for me?"
"And just when am I supposed to do that?"
"Please Jess. I've got to have something."
"Chris, you always leave it to me to fix these things for you and then
you won't wear what I get for you. Last time you ruined one of my best
sheets for that stupid ghost costume."
"Aw, Come on Jess. I won't this time, I promise."
"Yeah, we've been through this before and you always wimp out."
"I promise, what else can I say? I won't 'wimp out' Jess. I can't let the
side down."
"Perhaps there's something I could do," she said and then paused. "Hmm, I
do have one idea."
"What have you got in mind, Jess?" he asked, recognising a scheme of some
sort brewing in his wife's mind.
"Trust me. Well, you'll have to, won't you? You don't have much choice."
There was another short pause. "Alright, I'll give it a go, but only if
you promise to wear what I get you, because I'll never forgive you if you
don't. I'm going to have to go some to get it together as it is."
"It's a deal," he said, feeling quite smug that he'd finally talked her
into it. "You're an angel!"
He got home later that afternoon and there was no sign of Jess. He was
pretty worried since, as guests of honour so to speak, they were expected
to be there, but it was nearing five o'clock and he was nervous as hell.
The longer he was at home on his own, the longer he had to think about
what Jess might have been planning and the more nervous he became,
wondering whether giving her carte-blanche was such a good idea.
The intervening minutes between his arrival and Jess's seemed more like
hours and he was nearly in a sweat by the time he heard her key turning
in the lock.
"You're back!" he said, sounding extremely relieved and nervously
excited.
"Of course I am! Did you think I wouldn't be?" she asked slightly amused.
"Well, we're supposed to be there at eight, I thought it might be cutting
it a bit fine," he reasoned.
"Don't worry. There's plenty of time. We can get ready together. I have
it all under control," she assured.
"Speaking of which, what have you got for me?" he asked.
"It's a surprise. In the meantime, go upstairs and have a shower after
you've used this." She handed him a bottle. "Then once you've showered,
rub this all over where... oh, just rub it all over and come back
downstairs. Now be quick, we haven't much time." He took the second
bottle and looked at the two of them, not really taking any notice of the
brightly coloured labels.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he asked.
"Just follow the instructions you idiot. It's not rocket science."
He wandered off upstairs, grumbling about the fact that when he mentioned
the fact they didn't have much time, it was all under control, then
suddenly, less than five minutes later, they didn't have enough. He sat
on the toilet to read the instructions on the bottle.
"Er, Jess?" he shouted downstairs.
"What now?" she responded in a fairly bored tone.
"This stuff is hair removal cream."
"I know. That's why I bought it."
"So why have I got to use it?"
"You have hairy legs. They'll show through the costume. Just use it, it
won't hurt."
'Won't hurt?' he thought. They weren't her legs were they?
"Don't forget to do your arms, chest, tummy and underarms as well," she
shouted and he nearly had an apoplectic fit.
"But..." he started.
"You're not going to wimp out on me are you?" she asked sounding very
dangerous. "You promised."
He did what he was told. He had learnt years ago not to argue back, it
can get very messy very quickly, so he started to apply the foul-smelling
pink gloop to his body.
He just applied it liberally from the neck down and stood statue-like for
the requisite fifteen or so minutes wrinkling his nose at the distasteful
odour. It started to sting a bit around the jollicals, but he was soon
under the shower, scraping the gunk off with much relief.
Once he had showered, he applied the moisturiser from the second bottle
and was more than a little surprised by the sensation and appearance. He
felt like a schoolboy again. He shaved his face, pulled on his dressing
gown and headed downstairs, the hem of which brushed against his thigh as
he moved and with no hair, it felt quite different than it had before. In
fact, he started to notice all of the hairless areas and was getting
quite 'distracted' in more ways than one however his ardour was soon
squashed by what Jess had in store for him.
He was handed a bunch of lingerie items including stockings and
suspenders, which was enough to get him asking questions; serious
questions.
"You said you weren't going to wimp out on me," she said pouting
slightly. "And besides, you never mind me wearing them."
"Yes, but they're for women. That's why you get to wear them."
"That's not very fair for a start and anyway, they're part of your
costume."
"No wonder you wouldn't tell me what I was wearing," he said.
"Are you backing out?" she asked, that danger returning to her tone and
he remembered the conversation earlier. He had promised and now he wished
he'd thought a bit more before jumping in quite so readily.
"No Jess," he said looking at the floor in front of his feet and
resigning himself to his fate. He gathered up the lingerie she had put
together and went to go upstairs.
"Where are you going?"
"Upstairs to get dressed," he said.
"Oh no you don't. I'm not risking you laddering those stockings. I know
you know how to get them off me well enough, but it's a whole other ball-
game putting them on."
A few minutes later, he was stood in a pair of glossy black nylons and
suspenders, black lace panties and he had to admit, he could see the
attraction; they felt really nice.
He wasn't sure what Jess had in mind for the top half and then she
advanced on him with an aerosol and squirted him on either side of his
chest before sticking a large rubber 'breast' on his left side, telling
him to hold it there, while she pressed another to his other side,
telling him to hold that one as well.
"Hey! What's this?" he shouted, shocked at having the large prosthetics
glued to him.
"It's just more realistic if they're glued on and not just dumped into
the bra cups. We can add makeup and blend them in. They'll look like
they're yours and you'll be able to show some cleavage."
He felt quite odd as they weren't light and when she said he could let
go, he removed his hands and was completely dumbfounded by their realism.
They hung there like the real thing, complete with raised nipples.
She spent a few minutes adding foundation type stuff around the edges and
in the end, you couldn't see where he ended and they began.
"Put this on - if you can - before you get locked up for exposing
yourself," she said, tossing him a black half-cup bra/girdle combination.
This was tight and not the easiest thing in the world to do up, but he
wasn't going to be beaten and within a few moments, he was complete and
looking surprisingly feminine, the girdle pulling in his stomach and
accentuating the boobs-waist-hips effect.
"I can hardly breathe," he said.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just be thankful I didn't go for the
lace-up version. Now, there's a dress on the bed, go and put that on.
I'll go have a shower and we can finish off after that," she said and
dutifully, he went upstairs.
On the bed was a midnight blue velvet dress that looked as though it had
come out of the eighteenth century with a pair of leather ankle-boots on
top. He gingerly stepped into the dress then tried to pull the zip up the
back and when after much struggling, he got it all the way to the top, he
looked in the full length mirror and was quite stunned. He stepped into
the boots and as 'reasonable' a heel as they had (probably no more than
two inches), it still felt as though he was walking on stilts.
'God alone knows how women walk in the higher ones!' he thought.
Aside from the makeup and hair, everything else looked quite a bit more
convincing than he would have thought possible. The bodice was quite low-
cut showing cleavage, which the rubber boobies enhanced, looking very
realistic indeed. The skirt was made to accentuate the hips, coming down
about his ankles, so even without a real 'hourglass' figure, he wound up
very feminine looking.
He made his way carefully down to the lounge, negotiating the stairs in a
long skirt and heels for the first time and aware after the second step
that falling was a distinct possibility. In the lounge, he couldn't help
looking at himself in the mirror over the fireplace, taking in the vision
before him.
'I could get used to this,' he thought then blushed at the thought of
that thought.
Jess was soon down from her ablutions.
"Well now, don't you just look a picture?" she said, seeing him standing
there in the deep blue velvet dress. He blushed and without even trying,
looked very demure.
Chris had made drinks and they were ready to attack the war-paint, which
was an application of layers and layers that seemed to go on for ever,
taking his normally olive skin tone to almost white, adding several
shades of colour to the eyes and at least two to the lips. He was really
glad he had Jess to do it for him or they'd probably never have got out
of the house at all - leastways, not without him looking like Coco the
clown or worse.
By the time she'd finished, Chris was gone and in his place was a very
pale gothic beauty with deep plum lips, fingernails to match and heavily
darkened eyes that had just a touch of devilishness about them. The
crowning glory was a blonde wig that Jess had brought. They each had one
and both were very in keeping with the period of the dresses, making them
look like a couple of high-borne young ladies of the eighteenth century.
With the false fangs (good ones too, not those things that look like
they've come out of a Christmas cracker) and the dots on their necks
(made of rubber solution and makeup and looking like they were healed up
holes), they were ready to hit the party as a couple of lesbian vampires.
They entered the taxi and giggled when the driver asked, "Wwhere can I
drop you ladies?" and Chris had to salute Jess's ingenuity for coming up
with the idea at such short notice. He couldn't say he had ever thought
of his wife in the way she was portraying herself and wondered more about
what possessed her to think that he would ever go for this. Had he not
promised, he definitely wouldn't have, but there he was, getting fully
into character and loving every minute of it.
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Once at Millennium Software, he became scared old Chris and almost had a
full-blown panic attack in the foyer before going through into the
canteen, where the party was being held. It took some fairly strong words
from Jess to get him in. He managed it eventually though (thanks to
Jess's 'cattle-prod' tongue) and was really surprised and not just a
little disappointed that no-one seemed to recognise or even notice him.
Well, wasn't that basically the idea?
It did take some time and he and Jess stood having a couple of drinks
while people sat or mingled in groups. They watched the crowd and
realised that Jess was right, they were the best there. They certainly
had more complete costumes and he had to wonder why it was that he was
dolled up from the inside out, when it was clear that others had not
tried nearly so hard.
Jamie was on his way to the toilets dressed quite convincingly as a
scarecrow when he noticed Chris and Jess standing watching the party.
"Good eve..." his jaw dropped open. "Bloody hell!"
"What's the matter?" Chris asked innocently. "Haven't you ever seen a
couple lesbian vampires before?"
"No, I mean, fuck, that's brilliant!"
"Why thank you Master James," he said with an inclination of the head and
smiling slightly. "I can only curtsey in deepest respect to my good lady
wife and admit that I had nothing to do with it. It was all her idea," he
said curtseying and almost touching the floor, looking as demure as he
could then smiling wickedly and showing the fangs.
"Well, it's... It's astonishing!" Jamie said, his eyes going wide at the
level they had taken it to this year, clearly impressed. "Got to run,
back in a moment," he added clutching his crotch and dashed out of the
door.
The DJ played a fairly slow number and Jess asked Chris to dance. He
wasn't particularly keen on the idea as he was still learning to walk in
the heels, not that it mattered as Jess wasn't going to take no for an
answer.
The couple of drinks that he'd had loosened him up and coupled with the
fact that he was so chuffed that the costume was a success that he forgot
himself and strolled (I use the term loosely) out onto the dance floor.
"You look lovely," said Jess.
"You look even better," he replied.
"Why thank you ma-am," she said and glued her lips to his.
It was probably due to the way he was dressed, but the kiss took on a
whole new meaning as they swayed to the beat of the music, their breasts
mashing together in the embrace, Jess holding him close in the dimly-lit
room.
The three or four minutes of the tracks duration felt like an eternity
and the passion certainly rose the longer it lasted. Chris was
transported to another place as they danced. He'd never been a dancer,
preferring instead to proclaim having two left feet, but now, he didn't
want the song to end, even though there was no way he knew what it was.
By the end of it, he and Jess were quite breathless and made their way
back to the side, noticing for the first time that a great many of the
party-goers had actually been watching their antics on the floor. They
both looked somewhat sheepish at the expressions on the faces of the
watchers.
There were a lot of very slack jaws amongst them and neither would have
been surprised if many of those weren't experiencing a rise in their
pulse-rate at the very least judging by the flushed faces.
"What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a couple dancing together
before?" Chris asked in a loud voice, showing his fangs and that kind of
broke the ice.
From then on, it was a gentle but constant stream of people all bringing
compliments for the costumes and saying that it wasn't until they looked
carefully that they realised who he was, then really gushing at Jess for
having done such a brilliant job. Between them, he thought their egos
were about as bolstered as much as was feasible in such a comparatively
short space of time, but it seemed that all too soon, it was time to
leave.
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That was SUPPOSED to be the end of it, the finish of a really good and
successful evening, but it wasn't.
The reason why Jess had him in the stockings and suspender belt, bra and
realistic fake boobs kit, was soon to become apparent. He closed the door
behind them after paying the taxi driver and went to head upstairs.
"And just where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"Upstairs to take this lot off," he responded.
"Uh-huh, no you don't. You don't think that I went to all the trouble to
get you dressed up like that to have you take it all off without me do
you?"
"W-What...?" he stammered.
"I thought since you'd given me carte-blanche, I'd make full use of it.
You didn't think I'd give up the chance to have a 'lesbian' fling with my
husband, did you?"
"Well, I hadn't thought about it that way," he said his mind racing. Then
all became clear. He needn't have bothered with the underwear for the
costume; that was something Jess added for her own benefit.
Well, well, well.
She took him by the hand and pulled him to her, kissing him tenderly.
"I've wanted to see you like this for ages," she said huskily into his
ear.
"I hope I haven't disappointed then," he said almost in a gasp. Jess
smiled, kissing him again, the costume, the makeup and everything else
crashed in all at once, nearly causing his legs to buckle.
"I see you're enjoying this too; excellent! Shall we continue this
somewhere more comfortable?"
Chris didn't answer. He was having enough trouble coordinating as it was.
That last kiss along with everything else knocked the stuffing and
apparently, the stuffiness out of him.
She took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. He felt
extremely vulnerable, a bit like it was his first time, but then he
supposed in one way, it was. He didn't think he could feel quite this
nervous in front of his own wife, but there you go.
She helped him off with the dress, leaving him stood in his underwear,
getting more nervous by the second. Then she started to stroke his body;
running her hands up his sides and below his breasts, back down and over
his lace-clad buttocks to the top of his stockings, threading her fingers
through the garters that held the stockings in place, while kissing his
neck, his face and oh my goodness... He was trembling like he was stood
on jelly.
He helped her off with her dress and moments later, they were stood in
two puddles of clothes both of them, gently running their hands over each
others bodies, kissing various places and it was all very subdued,
neither of them speaking.
It didn't take long before they were just down to stockings and on the
bed, continuing the caressing, the nibbling and the stroking as if
discovering each other's bodies for the very first time, sliding against
each other, each of them revelling in the smoothness of the others body
against theirs.
It was the single most sensuous and erotic time he had ever had the
fortune to be involved in. There was no rush and no race to get to any
particular point by any particular time. They just let it flow until both
of them had expired, waking the next morning nylon sheathed legs curled
around and against one another, breasts crushed between their bodies, bed
clothes strewn asunder.
The two of them were a little sheepish. He thought Jess was nervous
because he had found out that she had lesbian fantasies and he certainly
was because she now knew that he enjoyed being dressed as a woman and
being treated as such. They both agreed though that it was probably...
hell DEFINITELY and without a shadow of doubt, the best sex either of
them had had - ever.
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Continued in Chapter 2
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