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The Costume Ball It was the first time that a girl had placed her hands that close to my crotch who wasn't my girlfriend. "Is this really necessary?" I asked Sandy, one of my girlfriend's best friends. Sandy looked up from where she was measuring the length of my inside leg. "It is if you want the costume to fit," she replied. "But I don't even know what it is!" Sandy grinned. "Oh you'll like it. I can't wait for you to find out what you and Jasmine will be wearing to the costume ball tomorrow night." Jasmine is my girlfriend. I can't believe how lucky I am to have her, and I'm not sure what she sees in me. We're seniors at Atherton High School, in Columbus, and the costume ball has been circled on Jasmine's calendar ever since the start of the year. She insisted on choosing the costumes herself, but then after doing so had said she wanted to surprise me. Sandy is a good friend of Jasmine's. They've known each other nearly all of their lives. Sandy is a year older than her though, and now that Sandy has graduated, she's been working at this costume shop for the past six months. Jasmine says that she's an amazing seamstress. "Don't you dare tell him!" yelled Jasmine from a nearby room. Her voice sounded like an angel though. Originally from Charleston, she moved up here with her family a few years ago. Sandy's family had moved here not soon after. Her soft southern accent never failed to get my heart racing a bit. She just sounded so sexy. (Have I mentioned how lucky I was to have her?) "Don't worry Jasmine, I won't," replied Sandy. "Now settle down Tom, I need to finish these measurements." "Not even just a hint?" I asked, now getting really curious. I wondered what the big secret was. "Are you going as a playboy bunny? A french maid?" "I'm not telling you," just came the reply from the fitting room. I sighed and resigned myself to finish getting fitted. Sandy finished up with me and then went to help her boss with fitting Jasmine. Apparently the costumes were done, but just needed the final touches. I tried to get a glimpse as Sandy went into the fitting room, but she just smiled slyly at me, waved her finger and said "Nuh uh!" After what seemed hours, Jasmine, Sandy and her boss exited the fitting room. Jasmine smiled, giggled and lept into my arms giving me a big kiss. "Oh you're gonna love it!" Jasmine has an angelic voice, but she looks like an angel too. She's a few inches shorter than me, about 5'5" tall, and slender but curvy. I'm not sure what her cup size is, but it's probably C or maybe a D even, but she has an hourglass shape to die for. She has the most beautiful jet black hair, slightly curly that goes down to the small of her back and she has the most brilliant green eyes that dazzle when she smiles. Her complexion is flawless and even though she looks amazing without makeup, with makeup she's just stunning. "Yeah, it'll knock your socks off Tom", Sandy said with a grin. Her boss just smiled and nodded. "So you ready to head home then Jasmine?" I said. "Yep!" she replied. "I have to start getting ready for Miss Teen Ohio next week." "Bye Sandy!" I said, as Jasmine and I went back to my car, hand in hand. I dropped Jasmine off at her house and headed home. As I got out of the the car I noticed a small shiny metal object half buried in the dirt near the driveway. I knelt down and picked it up. Looking at it closely, I cleaned it off. It appeared to be some sort of ring or something. As I rubbed it, I suddenly got a shock. "Ow!" I dropped the ring, thought to myself, "That was weird." I picked the ring up, went into the house, went to my room and then threw it onto my bedside table. I didn't think about it again until the next morning. After having dinner with my parents and sister, spending some time doing homework, I went to bed. As I lay drifting off to sleep I murmered to myself, "I wish I knew what costumes we're going to be wearing." I could have sworn I heard a voice then whisper, "Wish granted." When I woke up the sun was streaming into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, feeling quite groggy. Squinting aroud, I suddenly realized that I was in Jasmine's room. "How did this happen?" I said to myself. My eyes widened and I put my hand over my mouth. I had spoken with a southern accent, and it was distinctly female. My heart pounded as I felt my face, with high cheekbones. I looked at my delicate hands, my nails were painted red. I realized that it felt that I had a lot more hair than I was used to and grabbed a bit to take a look. Jet black. "Omigod omigod omigod...." I stumbled out of bed, and realized I had breasts, enormous breasts as far as I was concerned. They were covered by a light grey t-shirt that I had given Jasmine... I hesitantly walked over to the mirror, not wanting to believe what I was seeing and feeling. Jasmine was staring back at me, barefoot and only wearing her panties and t-shirt, with her eyes wide in a panic. As I grabbed my breasts, and the image in the mirror did the same action, I realized that something incredible had happened. I had turned into Jasmine. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. I kept touching my body, my breasts (ooo, that felt good), my flat stomach, my crotch, my ass. There was no doubting it. "What am I going to do?" I asked my reflection, my thoughts whirling out of control. Then the cell phone on the bedside table rang. I stared at it as it rang two...three...four times. I picked it up, flipped it open and put it to my ear. "Hello?" "Tom?" came the voice from the other end. Eeirly familiar, it sounded exactly like me. Then it clicked. "Jasmine?" I responded. "Oh my god Tom, what happened to us?" At this point I started to sob, "I don't know baby, I don't know. I just woke up and I'm in your room and I'm you and...you're me...and..." "How did this happen?" Jasmine asked. "How the hell should I know?" I cried. Then I lost it. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I pulled at my hair as if that would fix things. Which of course, it didn't. I could hear Jasmine trying to talk to me through the cell phone. At that moment, the room to the door opened and in popped Jasmine's mother's head. "What's wrong Jasmine?" she said, looking very concerned. I just tried to wave her off saying, "Bad dream mom...really bad dream." "Okay..." Jasmine's mom said, not entirely believing me. She shut the door and I heard her go downstairs. I put the phone back up to my ear, and getting some control of myself I said, "Baby, you got to come over." "I'm on my way," Jasmine replied. "Umm, where are your keys?" "I think I left them on the kitchen counter." "Okay sweetie...I won't be long. Love you!" "I love you too," I replied. I closed the cellphone and just sat there for a few minutes, taking it all in and trying to get a hold of myself. After composing myself for a few minutes I stood up and decided I needed to clean up and get dressed. I grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. I realized that although my hips were wider and I definitely was walking differently than I was used to, it didn't seem odd. I started the water running then got in and lathered up, starting with my hair. I now understand why girls complain about having long hair. It took quite awhile to get all the shampoo out. I wasn't sure exactly what I needed to use but just went with the flow. It was as if I subconciously knew what I needed to do, although conciously I had no idea. I grabbed the body wash and put a dollop of it onto the puffball thingy. I latered up my body and it felt good. Putting the puffball down, I started rinsing off masaging my skin as I did so. When I rubbed my breasts I felt little jolts of electricity run through me. Wow...I could totally understand why Jasmine liked me to rub her breasts. I continued to rinse down and then hesitated as I reached my crotch. I wasn't sure I wanted to... My curiosity got the best of me and I started rubbing my clit. Little gasps starting coming out of my mouth as I felt energy building within me. I began to pinch my nipples and rub my breasts, and started to moan softly. Unintended, I started imagining myself doing this to Jasmine...I mean me...well, that was a bit confusing so I just shut my mind down and felt an orgasm build and build and build... Suddenly I came, and it took all my effort not to scream out. I felt waves of energy pulse through me, and my legs became so weak I almost collapsed. Holding myself up in the shower, I gasped for air. Coming down from my sex induced high, I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I grabbed the blow drier and then dried and styled my hair. Somehow again I knew what I needed to do, without actually knowning what to do. That at least was a relief. I went back to Jasmine's room, rummaged through her closet and chose a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I didn't want to wear any girly girly stuff at this point. I looked in my mirror and thought to myself, "Not bad, not bad." Then the doorbell rang. I heard Jasmine's mother answer the door, although I couldn't hear what she said. A few seconds later, Jasmine, in my body, walked into the room. Let me tell you, that was surreal. But the surprising thing that happened is the first thing that popped into my head was, "Wow, he's hot." Now I know I'm pretty good looking, athletic, about 5'11" tall with brown hair and green eyes. I'm not exactly muscle heavy, but I was toned. But the stirring in my nether regions was rather unsettling. Jasmine had put on a pair of jeans as well, with a black t-shirt. "Oh Tom," she said. I rushed over to her and she enveloped me in her arms. We hugged each other, and as we shifted side to side, she stroked my hair. Damn that felt good. I took a step back and looked into Jasmine's eyes...and my heart started to pound. "Jasmine, I feel so strange." She just smiled and said, "I know. It felt extremely odd waking up in your body. But we'll get through this, I promise you. Do you know what happened?" "I think it may have something to do with this strange ring I found outside my house yesterday. It gave me a bit of a shock, but didn't really think anything of it." My hair fell into my eyes a bit, so I flipped it away with a brush of my hand. "Tom," Jasmine said, "you did that exactly the way I flip my hair." "Really? That would explain some things." I told her how I had showered and although I didn't conciously know what I needed to do, subconciously I did. Jasmine thought for a second. "It's as if we still have part of ourselves in our bodies, yet our conciousness has swapped." She waved her hand. "Anyway, you were saying..." "Right," I replied. "I remember falling asleep last night and wishing I knew what costumes we were going to wear." "So you're saying that you had your wish granted? Like a genie?" Jasmine asked. "I guess so." My eyes lit up. "Maybe that ring is still there! I put it on my bedside table!" Jasmine shook her head. "No, I didn't see anything strange there. Although admittedly, I wasn't exactly looking for anything. But I think I would have noticed a shiny ring next to the bed." I walked over to the bed and sat down. "Then, how are we supposed to switch back?" Jasmine shook her head. "I don't know baby, I just don't know." A thought popped into my head. "Wait a minute. If I wished to know what costumes we were going to wear, why don't I know?" Jasmine sat down beside me and placed her hand on my leg. "But you do know. Or I should say, I know. I'm in your body, and I know. Therefore the wish was granted." "So what are the costumes then?" Jasmine thought for a few seconds then smiled devilishly. "Well, you'll find out later today. I guess we'll be wearing different costumes than I figured last night though." She saw the look of frustration on my face. "Don't worry baby," she said as she gently took my chin in her hand. "You're going to love it. I can't wait for you to find out, but the surprise is even better this way." She then leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. Wow. With the confusion over the past hour and a half, and not being used to my, er, Jasmine's body completely, I wasn't sure if this was normal or not. But Jasmine's kiss just made my blood boil. The kiss ended. Jasmine smiled and said, "You like?" I just nodded my head. "This is just so weird. I'm not sure we should go to the ball." Jasmine shook her head vigourously. "No. I spent a lot of time and money getting these costumes together. I don't want to waste that. Look baby, I know you're confused. So am I. But, trust me, being in my body is not bad. I lived with it for 17 years. But the fact is that we may never be able to change back. However, we have each other." I nodded. "Okay Jasmine. This will take some getting used to." "So, have you tried out your new body yet?" she said with a sneaky smile. I went beet red. "Ummm..." "You did! Aww, it's okay baby. I can understand the curiosity. I thought about it myself, but I couldn't bring myself to. Not yet anyways." She leaned closer to me. "But seeing you sure makes me horny." I quickly glanced down to her crotch then up into her eyes. I wondered if that's how I often looked at her or not. But she was definitely bulging down there. "I...can't. Not yet." Jasmine nodded. "It's okay. Really. We'll take it slow. Now, I...I mean you have to call Sandy. She's going to be helping you get ready for tonight." "Should we tell her?" I asked. Jasmine thought for a moment then nodded. "Yes. You'd better call her though. Act as if you were me and ask her to come over. We'll tell her here. But we probably shouldn't tell anyone else. At least not yet." I flipped open Jasmine's phone and dialled Sandy. She answered, "Hey girlfriend. You ready to get ready?" Then she laughed at her own joke. "Uh, yeah Sandy. Hey, I need to see you for a second. Could you come over here as soon as possible?" "Sure thing!" came Sandy's response. "I'll be right over!" Jasmine stood up and walked over to her closet. "Okay Tom, we need to get you into some more proper clothes." "Isn't what I'm wearing good enough?" I asked. "Well first off, you're not wearing a bra." She got one out of the dresser then tossed it over to me. I took my t-shirt off, and scowled at the look Jasmine was giving me. "Hey baby, it's not like I haven't seen them before." She laughed. I quickly glanced at the label. Hmph, sure enough 36D. I quickly put the bra on, not entirely surprised that I didn't have a problem doing so. It certainly felt better not having all that weight on my chest being unsupported. I cupped my breasts, getting accustomed to them being there. "Damn Tom, stop doing that, or I might not be able to control myself," Jasmine said with a smile. I replied just giving her a fake air smooch. Jasmine began gathering her makeup. "We'll get this all done at the costume store, but I'll grab what you'll need." We spent the next half hour discussing our situation. We decided it was best, at least for now, to act out each other's lives. Although there wasn't any indication that we were going to be able to switch back, there was no point in messing things up. "That includes you competing in the Miss Teen Ohio pageant next week," Jasmine pointed out. "But, but...I don't know how to do it!" I yelped. "Hopefully, I've practised enough that you won't have to worry about that Tom." "I sure hope so," I replied. At about that time the doorbell rang again. A few moments later Sandy walked into the room. "Hey Jasmine!" she said, beaming. "Oh hi Tom. What are you doing here?" She looked over to me. "You didn't tell her did you?" As I said, Sandy has known Jasmine for almost all of their lives. Her parents were originally from Ohio though, which is why she doesn't have as much of a southern accent as Jasmine. She's pretty hot too, although in a different way than Jasmine. She's petite, around 5 feet tall. She's not as curvy as Jasmine, but athletic. She was a champion swimmer on the school team before she graduated. She's let her hair grow out a bit since though. Brunette, straight, and just to her shoulders. "Sandy," Jasmine said, "there's something you need to know." She pointed at me and said, "That's Tom there, and I'm Jasmine." Sandy smiled, "Yeah right Tom. Nice try. That's not going to get you to find out what the costumes are." At this point I nodded and said, "Sandy, I'm Tom. Somehow Jasmine and I switched bodies last night." Sandy just looked dumbfounded. "Holy shit!" Sandy looked back and forth between Jasmine and me. "So how'd this happen?" I explained to her the apparent magic ring, my wish, and the possibility that the ring is gone. We also told her about our apparent ability to subconciously do things that the other would know. Sandy came over and gave me a big hug. "Oh Tom, you and Jasmine will get through this." Then she went over and gave Jasmine a hug. "So are you still going to the ball tonight?" Jasmine nodded. "Yes, we've decided to still go. But I still haven't told Tom what we'll be wearing." At this Sandy got a devilish grin on her face. "Oooo Tom, this is delicious. You're going to look ravishing tonight!" I blushed at this. Sandy checked her watch. "Okay, it'll take quite awhile for you to get ready Tom, so we'll need to head over to the costume shop soon after lunch. In the meantime we should go eat, it's going to be a long day." Jasmine and I nodded our heads and got up to leave. As I was about to head out the door Jasmine said, "You're forgetting something Tom." She was holding out her purse. This is going to take some getting used to. We headed out for a quick early lunch. While we were gone, Sandy grilled us on the obvious questions. Had we 'done' it yet? No. Had we 'done' ourselves yet? I again blushed at this, and Jasmine shook her head. It was a bit embarrasing but fortunately she didn't grill us while we were in listening distance to anyone else. We returned to Jasmine's house to gather up the makeup and other stuff to take to the costume shop. While we were in Jasmine's room, she told me to turn my back on the closet for a second. I did so, and while I was under Sandy's watchful gaze, Jasmine messed around getting some stuff out of her closet and put it into a large bag. "They're accessories for your costume," Jasmine said. "So what about the Miss Teen Ohio pageant, Tom?" Sandy asked. "Are you still going to do it, given..." and she waved a finger between me and Jasmine. I nodded. "Yeah, I don't want to screw things up for Jasmine if we do manage to switch back. We'll see later if I can still do what needs to be done. I've never juggled before." Sandy responded, "Or walked in front of a crowd wearing a bikini." "Or an evening gown," Jasmine added with a smile. Sandy giggled. "Oh Tom, I know this is going to be difficult for you, but just think...you get to see what it's like to be on the other side of the human race! It's going to be hard on Jasmine too." Jasmine nodded. "In a way, I'm pretty jealous of Tom. I spent a lot of time, effort and money getting our costumes together, and now I'm not going to get to wear mine." Sandy got up and gave Jasmine a hug. "If you guys need any help, or advice, I'm here for you." She glanced at her watch. "Well, we have some time but we should get going to the costume shop. We can take my car." Jasmine grabbed the bag containing the makup and costume accessories, I grabbed my purse and followed Sandy down to the front door. Jasmine's mother met us as the door as we got our shoes on. She kissed me on the cheek and said in her southern accent, "Your father and I will be down to the shop before you go to the ball to take pictures of you and Tom. You two will look so sweet in your costumes!" I rather hoped she might let on what they were, but she turned to Jasmine and said, "Tom, you must be so curious." Jasmine just shrugged and grinned at me. She can be such a tease, even in my body. "Have fun children!" Jasmine's mother said, and at that we got into Sandy's car and headed off to the costume shop. We arrived at the costume shop shortly after 2pm. Fortunately it was sunny outside, and a relatively warm spring day. "Hey Jasmine, it looks like it's gonna be a nice evening for the ball", Sandy said. "That's a good thing", Jasmine replied. "I wouldn't want our costumes to get wet from any rain. Besides, this nice weather will allow us to use the little 'extra' thing that I've arranged." We got out of the car, and Jasmine grabbed the bags. We walked up to the door of the costume shop, and Sandy unlocked the door and held open the door for Jasmine and me. "Ladies first," she said with a grin. I gave her a bit of a joking glare as we walked into the costume shop. "Just give me a few minutes to set up." Sandy said. The costume shop was closed for now, but would be open later on for other people to get their costumes. While Sandy was setting up whatever she needed to set up, Jasmine and I walked through the aisles of costumes. I nonchalantly moved hangars, taking looks at the costumes that were hung there. I stopped at a hunter green classic Playboy bunny costume. Jasmine came over beside me and took it off of the rack. She looked at it, looked at me and smiled. "It's your size." "This isn't my costume is it?" I asked. "No, but I think we have some time. Go on, you might like it," she said smiling. I mumbled to myself, "I know in that body I sure would." "So will you?" Jasmine asked. I gave in. "Oh alright, if we have time." At that moment Sandy came out of the dressing room. "Okay, I'm ready. Oh, what do we have here?" "Tom wants to try this on," Jasmine said, holding out the Playboy bunny costume. "He'll need shoes though." "We've got that, and I think it's in the same color too." Sandy answered. "Something just occured to me though. When people start showing up here, we won't be able to call you Tom and you Jasmine" Sandy said pointing at me and then Jasmine. "People will start to think we're crazy. So you two had better start getting used to being called each others names." This seemed to sober Jasmine up again. But she nodded her head. "Okay." She pointed at me, and said in a primitve voice, "Me Tom, you Jasmine." We all laughed at that. "Okay Miss August", Sandy said. "Follow me." We went into a different changing room and closed the door behind us. Sandy opened up the bag and took out the bodice (along with a cute bunny tail), a headpiece with bunny ears, the collar with bowtie and two cuffs. "Just one second," she said. "Get undressed and I'll get the rest of the costume." I proceeded to take off my shoes, socks, jeans and t-shirt. Sandy came back into the room. She was holding some pantyhose, a pair of tube socks and a pair of green shoes with what looked like a two inch heel "Okay, you'll have to take your bra off too," she said. I did so, regretting the lack of support for my large breasts. Sandy handed the hose to me and said, "Put this on." I took the hose and asked "What are the socks for?" "Padding." "Okay..." I sat down and then proceeded to slide them up my smooth legs. This definitely felt a little strange, although my body seemed to know what it was doing. I stood up and pulled the rest of the hose up. Sandy looked at my legs, checking for tears. "Looks good," she said. Sandy handed the green bodice to me. "Now, it's best to step into this, just like putting on a pair of shorts. You pull it up higher though." I did as she asked putting one leg into the bodice, the the other. I pulled the bodice up over the hose. "Now, up over the girls," Sandy said. I grabbed the top of the bodice, gave my body a shimmy and voila, it was on. "Okay, now turn around," Sandy instructed me. I turned around and she adjusted the costume slightly. "Okay, that should about do it." She grabbed the cuffs and put them on my wrists. Then she grabbed a one of the of socks and handed it to me. "You put these under your boobs." I took the sock, grabbed my right breast and pulled up, while putting the sock underneath. "And for the other, " Sandy said handing me the other sock. I repeated the procedure. Sandy then put the collar on me and then turned me around and placed the bunny ears headpiece on me. She put the shoes on the floor and I stepped carefully into them. She took at step back and said "Wow, you look hot. If I were a man, I'd do you." I walked over to the full length mirror on the wall. I didn't seem to have any difficulty walking in 2" heels. Jasmine had had lots of practice with her pageants. Sandy was right. I did look hot. And sexy. And like I just walked out of a Playboy magazine. This costume really suited Jasmine's body. The green of the costume really matched my eyes. I took my hands and gently moved them down my breasts, then down my narrow waist and then finally over my hips. I turned slightly to the side to take a look at the tail and my rather cute, tight ass. The hose looked quite attractive on me, and the green shoes were perfect. The 2" heels definitely changed my posture. My legs seemed longer, and my calves were definitely emphasized. They also made my chest jut out a bit more. "You ready to show Jas...er..Tom?" Sandy asked, quickly correcting herself. I smiled. "You bet." I followed Sandy out the door into the main area of the costume shop. "Here's Miss September!" Sandy announced on exiting the room. "I thought it was August," I said giving her a smile as I entered the room. Jasmine was sitting down but she quickly stood up with her mouth agape. "Wow," was all she said. I stopped and twirled for her. "You like?" I asked. I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I was determined to keep a brave face. I know what I felt when I saw Jasmine dressed up. To think that I could be getting some of that attention from strangers was a bit disturbing. However, getting that sort of attention from Jasmine for some reason felt good. Jasmine just nodded. I walked over to her, my hips swinging side to side in as sexy of a manner I could. "You look...incredible," Jasmine finally said. I walked up to her and as I reached her she put her arms around my waist. I put my arms around her waist and gave her a passionate kiss. "I feel incredible," I replied. "Is this how you normally feel when you get dressed up?" Jasmine nodded and brought her mouth to my ear and whispered "I want to make love to you so bad...Jasmine. I can't help it. It feels so strange to see my own body like that. I just want to take that costume off you right now...and..." My heart pounding, I placed my fingers at her lips to get her to stop talking. I whispered back into her ear, "I know how you feel. Oh, do I ever. I don't think I'm ready for that though." Conciously I wasn't ready, but subconciously I think I was...damned hormones. "Okay lovers," Sandy said, looking at her watch. "We need to get 'Jasmine' ready." Jasmine and I broke our embrace. "So where do we start?" I asked. Sandy walked over to the dressing room where she had been getting organized. She opened the door and motioned for me to enter. "Welcome to my parlour Jasmine," Sandy said. I entered the dressing room, which was quite large. There was a large full length mirror on one wall, with a divider near another wall and what I could see as hangers hanging on it. I assumed that's where my costume was. There was a chair oriented away from the mirror and beside the chair was a table with a ton of hairpins on it, and next to them, a medium sized box. "First, we'll get you into your underclothes Jasmine," Sandy said, opening up the box. "Then we'll get your hair and makeup done. You'll have to strip down completely though." I walked over to the mirror and took one last look at myself as a Playboy bunny. I just shook my head at the change from yesterday. I admit, I always wondered what it would be like to be a girl, but never expected to actually find out. I shifted my stance in away that made me look even sexier, and cupped my breasts. I had to admit though, if there was ever a girls body to have had, I had it now. I wasn't sure if that made me excited or scared. Or both. I asked Jasmine to help me get out of the bunny costume. Sandy handed me a pair of white satin bloomers, with some lace at the bottom of the legs. I noticed that they were crotchless. "Why are these crotchless Sandy?" I asked. "You'll understand once you've gotten the rest of the costume on Jasmine," Sandy replied. One leg at a time I put the bloomers on. They felt silky smooth against my legs. I pulled them up to my waist and then tied them up using a piece of cord that had been threaded through the waistband. Sandy then handed me a white silk chemise. I put it over my head, got my arms through the arm holes and then pulled the chemise down over myself. It came down past my waist, but the sleeves were off the shoulder. The top of chemise just came up to the top of my breasts, so I was still showing ample cleavage. Sandy pulled the next piece out of the box. It seemed to be a pair of panels of white, satin covered stiff fabric, connected with lots of lacing. "What's that?" I asked. "A corset," Sandy said, grinning ear to ear. "Why do I need to wear that?" I asked. Jasmine responded, "You need it in order to have the proper silhouette. Otherwise the costume won't look right." She thought for a second. "Probably wouldn't fit either. Don't worry though. I got one custom fit for my body shape, so this will fit like a glove." "Alright," I aquiessed. Sandy walked up to my front then put one panel behind my back, and took it in her other hand. Making sure that the laces were in order she put the bottom nub of the busk into the matching ring, and then proceded to fasten the corset up my front. It was a bit tight, but then again, Sandy hadn't started tightening the laces yet. "Okay, turn around Jasmine" Sandy told me. (I was starting to get used to being called that I think). She turned me so that I couldn't see my reflection in the mirror any more. Sandy placed one hand at the small of my back and then grabbed the laces at the bottom of the corset. Then she pulled hard and I felt the corset tighten significantly. "You okay?" she asked. I nodded. "Yep." She continued to tighten the corset laces from the bottom up, and with each tug, the corset hugged me tighter and tighter. It still felt fine. Finally she reached the middle of the corset and Sandy said, "Okay, now for the top." She placed her hand between my shoulder blades and then pulled the laces at the top of the corset. Suddenly, the corset tightened quite a bit around my breasts, pushing them together and lifting them. I gasped in surprise. "Sorry Jasmine," Sandy said. "I probably should have warned you about that. You might start to feel it a bit tougher to breathe. Just breathe shorter breaths, and you'll find you'll be breathing higher up." "Okay Sandy," I said. "You can continue." This time she tightened the laces downward towards the center of the corset. The corset continued to get tighter and tighter. It was starting to get a bit difficult to breathe. Sandy then went back to the bottom of the corset, tightened all the laces again from bottom to the middle, and then again from the top to the middle. Finally she tied the laces up. "How's that Jasmine?" Sandy asked. I placed my hand at my stomach and felt the rigid corset tied around me. I looked down at my chest. My breasts had been pushed up and squeezed so they now looked like large globes rising and falling with each breath I took. I nodded. "It feels okay. It's tight, but I can breathe." I smiled a bit. "It actually feels rather nice, like someone is constantly hugging me. What do you think honey?" I asked Jasmine. She just smiled and said, "You look amazing." Sandy grabbed a measuring tape and wrapped it around my waist. "22 inches, down from 24. We'll need to adjust it again after we do your hair." "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, we need to get you down to 20 inches in order to fit your costume. It shouldn't be a problem. Jasmine got that low when we were trying the costume out yesterday. Now, if you could sit down, we'll get going on your hair." I sat down in the chair while Jasmine went into the outer room and grabbed a chair for herself. I noticed that the corset changed my posture while sitting. There was no way for me to slouch at all, with the corset keeping my torso very rigid. Jasmine entered the room with her chair and sat down across from me with a big grin on her face. "Don't you need to get ready?" I asked her. "The costume you were supposed to wear doesn't take nearly as long to put on," she said. "No wonder women get a rep for taking forever to get ready for a date," I joked. Sandy grabbed a brush and proceeded to brush my long, black hair. "I actually grew it out that long for this ball, Tom," Jasmine said. "Really?" I replied. Jasmine nodded. "You have an appointment to get it cut and styled a couple of days before the pageant." After brushing my hair out, Sandy sectioned my hair up, and clipped it. One section of hair fell to each side of my face. She stood behind me, grabbed some strands of hair from the back and began to braid it. After she finished she looped the braid to form something of a disk on top of my head. Then she pinned it down with several hairpins. "What was that for?" I asked. "That," Sandy said, "was for this." She opened the box and took out what appeared to be a very fine woven net, filled with hair. It was about as big as a large canteloupe. Actually, it seemed like it was about the size of my head. "Wow. That's pretty big," I exclaimed. "Yeah it is. It's called a rat. I'll be using it to form as a base for your hair. The hairstyle you're going to have has a...lot of volume." Sandy then proceeded to attach the rat to the braided disk of hair. She then took sections of my hair, starting with the two clipped sections in front. She pulled them up and sprayed the section with hairspray and then stretched them over the rat, pinning them in the back. Then she followed suit with the rest of my hair that was hanging down my back. I couldn't actually see it, but I could imagine something like a watermellon shaped mass of hair sitting on top of my head. I could definitely feel the weight. Sandy went back to her box of 'stuff' and took out a coil of black hair about a foot long and around an inch wide. She attached it to the front of my mass of hair, pinning it down. "These are hairpieces Jasmine. We dyed them and your hair at the same time so the colors would match perfectly." She took out three more hairpieces, all which appeared to be a mass of sausage curls, about a foot and a half long, mounted on hair combs. Two of them she attached to the sides of the gigantic bun on top of my head, with the other one being attached right at the back. "And for the final touch..." Sandy said, reaching into the box. "A tiara!" At this she took out a fairly large tiara and then placed it on my head, resting on top of the hairpiece that she had attached to the front of the bun. "Oooo, that looks even better than I'd hoped," Jasmine said, grinning ear to ear. "What, am I going to be a princess?" I asked Jasmine. "Somthing like that," she slyly replied. Well, if I wasn't already suspecting that whatever I was going to be was pretty girly girly, that pretty much settled it. I shook my head gently side to side, getting a feeling for the mass of hair on top of my head. It was fairly heavy, but I figured I'd be able to deal with it. The sausage curls gently swayed side to side as well. "So do I get to see?" I asked. Sandy replied, "Not yet. We want you to see the whole costume at once." I nodded. "Okay." Sandy brought over Jasmine's makeup bag. "Now we're going to work on your face." Now I was about to experience something I never have before. Getting dolled up. Sandy explained what she was doing while she was doing it. "First we have to put some moisturizer on your skin." She spread some cream all over my forehead, cheeks, nose. "Then we need to put on some foundation." Then she spread some foundation over my nose, cheeks and over the eyes. Then she took a powder brush and lightly powdered my face. "How you holding up Jasmine?" Jasmine asked me. "Okay I guess," I replied. "Feels kinda cool actually. I like getting pampered." Jasmine and Sandy both chuckled at that. "Okay Jasmine, now we need to work on your eyebrows," Sandy said. First she combed my eyebrows then brushed some makeup on them. "Now we need to put some blush on." Sandy put some blush on her fingers and then lightly swept them along my cheeks. "Jasmine, I need you to close your eyes." I closed my eyes, and Sandy proceeded to put some sort of makeup on my eyelid. She stopped for a second and then painted some more under my eyebrows. She continued to brush at my eyelids. "Open your eyes now. Okay, this is going to feel weird, but I'm going to put some eyeliner around your eyes. Don't jump!" Sandy said. I settled myself down and she gently painted around my eyes. "Now I'm going to apply the mascara. This goes on your eyelashes." Sandy said. I nodded in understanding. It was a bit freaky but I made it through as she applied the mascara to me. "And finally, lip gloss!" Sandy said with a smile. "You're such a trooper for your first time Jasmine." I smiled bashfully and she began to paint my lips with what looked to be a very deep, dark red color. "And done!" Sandy exclaimed. Jasmine got up, grinning from ear to ear and said, "Sandy, you're an artist." "Thank you!" she replied. Sandy looked at Jasmine and said, "Okay Tom, you'd better start getting ready." Jasmine nodded and said, "Well, this shouldn't take me too long." Then she snickered. "Okay Jasmine, I need to tighten your corset now," Sandy said. I stood up, asking, "Is it even possible to tighten it further?" Sandy nodded. "Your body will have adjusted to it, so now it can be tightened further." She got behind me, making sure I couldn't get a look at myself in the mirror. Sandy untied the laces and then began to tighten them again, first from the bottom of the corset up to the middle, then from the top back down to the middle. She had to tug a bit harder, which caused me to try to resist getting moved around. The corset felt quite a bit tighter, and I definitely couldn't breathe like I normally could, instead taking short shallow breaths from my chest. Even without a mirror I could tell I had a very full, and very heaving bosom. With each breath out my breasts sank into my corset, but with each breath in, they swelled and almost appeared like they would burst out of my corset. At Sandy's direction, I sat back in the chair. "I don't have to worry about any wardrobe malfunctions do I" I asked, giggling. "No," Sandy said shaking her head. She reached into her box of stuff again. "Now, I need you to wear this blindfold," she said. "We can't have you seeing what you're wearing until the end. We'll have to be careful though not to smudge your makeup." She stood behind me and then gently placed the blindfold over my eyes. And everything went dark. I heard the door open. Sandy said, "Ooh Tom you look so handsome!" "Thank you Sandy," Jasmine said. "So I guess we're ready to dress her now?" "Yep," Sandy replied. I heard her go behind the divider and mess around with something. She walked back, dropped something on the floor a short distance from me and then said, "Okay, now we have to put your shoes on Jasmine. These have a bit of a heel but only a 1" heel." I put my feet out and felt her put the shoes on my feet. They actually felt more like small boots, and it took a few minutes for Sandy to tie them up. "Now stand up, we'll help you," Sandy said. I stood up, a bit uneasy since I couldn't see. Jasmine and Sandy guided me over to where Sandy had dropped whatever she dropped. Sandy said, "Okay, right there." Then I heard her bend over and then pull something up over my waist. "Tom, if you could give me a hand..." Sandy said. I felt her tie something off and then she let go. It felt like something was hanging off of my waist, supported by the corset. It didn't feel too heavy though. "I'll need your help with this too Tom," Sandy said, walking back over to the divider. I heard her mess around with something. It rustled. A lot. She brought it back over and said, "Tom if you could take this...good...now Jasmine, put your hands straight up...now carefully over her head...watch...yep, that does it." I felt them put something large, made from some stiff fabric. Sandy tried to smooth it out but I noticed that it didn't rest against my legs. I could feel her tugging at it though, which came through to my waist. "Jasmine, can you just do one small hop?" I hopped, and hear a big 'flumph' sound. "Okay, that worked," Sandy said. She then tied it off behind my back. She walked back over to the divider, grabbed something else and said "Okay, we'll need to repeat that." I raised my arms, and Jasmine and Sandy settled whatever it was over me. Again, it seemed to be supported by whatever Sandy tied around my waist initially. Jasmine helped Sandy adjust it, again tugging at my waist. Finally Sandy said, "That does it." She fastened whatever it was with some hook behind my back. Walking back over to the divider Sandy said, "Almost done Jasmine!" Wonderful. The anticipation was starting to kill me. Sandy came back over and said "Now put your arms straight out." I did so, and she put something over first one arm, then the other. Then she walked behind me. I felt some pressure behind me, as if she had to walk into whatever was sitting on my waist. Then Sandy and Jasmine guided my arms completely through, and wrapped it around to my back. "Jasmine you can put your arms down now," Sandy said. "But put your hands on your waist." I did so, and felt her begin to tie up whatever she had just put on, up my back. This took a few minutes. In the meantime, I noticed that whatever she had just put on, didn't cover my breasts. It came up a bit higher than my chemise, but not much higher. "Okay, now for the jewlery," Sandy said. I felt her attach some earings onto my ears. They weren't heavy but definitely weren't studs. They seemed to hang down a bit. "Tom, I'll let you put this on her", Sandy said. I felt Jasmine put something around my neck, that hung down towards my chest, and then secure it behind my neck. "And one last thing, then we're done!" Sandy exclaimed. My breathing was becoming a bit laboured, I was that excited. "You look gorgeous Jasmine," Jasmine whispered into my ears. I grinned uncertainly. Although fun, what I was doing was beginning to set in. Sandy once again went into her box and said, "Now we have some gloves for you Jasmine. Put your arms out." It took a bit of work, but Sandy managed to get the gloves on my hands. They felt exquisite going onto my slender arms. They seemed to be pretty long though, going up past my elbows. I felt Sandy put something around my right wrist and then put something into my hand. "Hold this," she said. "Now just turn a bit, like so." Sandy said, guiding me slightly. As I turned I felt like I had a fairly large weight anchored to my waist, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. "Now close your eyes, Jasmine," Sandy said. I did so, and felt her take the blindfold off. "Now, open your eyes and see your costume!" Sandy said gleefully. I opened my eyes. My heart skipped a beat...then started pounding. My chest began to heave as I tried to breathe. "Oh. My. God," I said. Jasmine and Sandy were right. I was gorgeous. Under Sandy's skilled hands, I had been transformed into a southern belle. I looked like I had jumped out of Gone With The Wind, or North and South, both shows that I knew that Jasmine loved. Swapping bodies with Jasmine gave me a sweet southern accent, and now I had the ballgown to match. The bodice of the gown was made from a dark red brocade, in an off the shoulder style. It had just small puffed sleeves, supported by black lace, which also went around the top of the bodice. The bodice was very low cut, and definitely displayed my now-heaving bosom. The bodice tightly conformed to my body, narrowing down to my tiny waist and ending at a point. Then the gown suddenly expanded into a immense bell shaped ballgown skirt that surrounded me. It was about five feet across and also made of the dark red brocade and had two flounces of black lace trimming the bottom portions of the skirt. My arms were covered in black satin gloves, and I held in one hand a black lace fan that was attached to my wrist with some red ribbon. I rested my hands on the gown skirt. The skirt supported my hands with just a slight bit of indentation. I grabbed the skirt and lifted it to take a look underneath. The ballgown skirt was supported by a large hoop skirt, and on top of that a starched, ruffled petticoat that made a wonderful rustle as it moved. I could see my pantaloons and I was wearing a pair of elegant Victorian style boots. Letting go of the skirt, I walked towards the mirror, my gown swaying just slightly side to side as I walked. With my feet not showing, it looked like I was gliding elegantly on air. I stopped a few feet short of the mirror, not wanting to bunch up the front of my gown. I took a closer look at my face and hair. As Jasmine had said, Sandy's an artist. My flawless white complexion contrasted sharply with the mass of black curls piled atop of my head. My cheeks were lightly colored pink, just giving a hint of color, while my eyes, with smoky eyeshadow looked like deep dark pools. The red of my lips matched the color of the gown. Dangling from my ears were two ruby drop earrings, and around my neck, a beautiful ruby necklace. "So what do you think?" Jasmine asked. I turned around, making my gown twirl and sway. The gown made a lovely rustle as I turned. Jasmine was standing there in a black tail coat, with a white vest, shirt and bowtie. On her hands were white gloves. My god she looked handsome. She extended one of her hands, face up. I approached her, placing my hand in hers and said, never more aware of my southern accent, "Why, I look beautiful." I looked over to Sandy who was grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you." I turned back to Jasmine and she gently took my hand and gently kissed it on the back. My heart was pounding so hard, and my labored breathing made me nearly feel like I would faint. "You are beautiful Jasmine, " Jasmine said looking deep into my eyes. I placed my other hand to my breast and knelt into a deep curtsey. "Thank you, kind sir," I replied. Then I stood back up, grinning widely. Never in my life had I felt this feminine, or wanted to, but I definitely felt like a beautiful girl. That kinda freaked me out a bit. "I'd always wanted to get dressed up as a real southern belle," Jasmine said. "I saved up a lot of money to get that costume made." "I admit, if I knew what it was going to be before hand, I might not have wanted to. But I feel good wearing it." I turned again to the mirror, just taking in the visage. I gently touched my stomach, felt my waist, amazed how tight and secure it felt to be in the gown. "Now lovebirds, you'll need to excuse me, since Sam and I have to get our costumes on now," Sandy said. Sam was her boyfriend. "Besides, Jasmine's parents should be in the park waiting for you to take pictures." Jasmine offered her arm, and I gently placed my arm through and rested my hand on her hand. Jasmine escorted me out into the main area of the costume shop. It was starting to fill up a bit, with people picking up their costumes and getting helped by other employees to put them on. I noticed some boys looking at me in a way I was completely unfamiliar with, and finding that I liked it. I flipped open my fan, and fanned myself as I gave one of them a wink and a flirty smile. The boy averted his eyes, embarrased. For a moment, I couldn't believe that I had just done that. Jasmine escorted me out the front door and then over to the park that was across the street. The park had a few people in it, and when they caught a glance of Jasmine and me, they stopped and stared. I felt a bit self concious, but then again, all they saw was a handsome young man escorting a beautiful girl. It's just that the beautiful girl was me. We spotted Jasmine's parents by the fountain and went over to them. Upon seeing us Jasmine's mother said, "Oh my Lord, you make such a cute couple!" "My baby girl certainly has grown up," Jasmine's father said, grinning. He gave me a peck on the cheek. "You look beautiful Jasmine." I gave Jasmine's parents a deep curtsey. "Thank you, daddy." "And you look very handsome Tom," Jasmine's mother said to Jasmine. "Thank you Mrs. Fontaine," Jasmine replied. I glanced at Jasmine and could tell that lying to her parents was bothering her a bit. I couldn't blame her. We posed for pictures for about an hour. It was as if Jasmine and I were going to prom. I guess we'd have to do this again in a few months. The thought hit me abruptly. That may just happen too, if we couldn't switch back. I felt alarmed for a moment and then thought to myself that I should just enjoy the moment. This wasn't something that would happen every day. "We should get back to the costume shop," Jasmine said. "We're going to be going to the ball with Sam and Sandy, and they should be just about ready." "Enjoy yourselves kids!" Jasmine's mother said cheerfully. "Yes, have fun you two," her father added shaking Jasmine's hand. "Don't keep her out too late, " he said, glancing at me with a grin. Jasmine offered me her arm, and I took it. As we walked back to the costume shop Jasmine said, "I have to admit, I'm feeling a bit jealous that you're getting to wear that gown and not me." I nodded in understanding, my curls dangling onto the nape of my neck. "I don't think it'd look as good on you, even if it'd fit," I joked. "But maybe we'll find a way to reverse the wish?" "I don't know," Jasmine said. She turned to me, put both hands behind my back and then gently brought me towards her, flattening my gown in front. I looked up into her eyes. Jasmine continued, "I feel like I'm starting to get used to being in your body. I think you're starting to get used to being in mine. You're starting to take on my mannerisms, and I saw you flirt with that boy earlier. I'm starting to take on yours. Maybe we won't even want to switch back." I thought to myself that it was certainly possible. "But I do know that I don't want to be with anyone else, Jasmine," Jasmine said. "I love you." She slowly dropped her face towards mine, and I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. My lips parted in anticipation and energy poured through me as Jasmine gently kissed me. I took my gloved hands and placed them lightly on the sides of her face and held her head as we continued to kiss. It was as if time stopped. Eventually, the kiss ended and we parted. "I love you too Tom," I said. I missed being in my own body, but this one had it's perks too. "I see Sam in the costume shop," Jasmine said. "I think they're ready." She escorted me across the street and back into the costume shop. "Wow Jasmine, Sandy was right, you look ravishing," Sam said. Sam is a sophomore college student. He and Sandy have been dating for about six months. He's pretty muscular, with brown hair and blue eyes. Before today I probably would only have been jealous of his physique, but now, well, he looked pretty hot. "Why are you wearing a tailcoat too?" I asked Sam, then looking at Jasmine. They had very similar styles. "Because when Jasmine and I were planning this, we decided to go as a group!" Sandy said, exiting the fitting room. She had also dressed as a southern belle. Our gowns matched out personalities. Whereas I was wearing a gown that spoke more of sultryness and elegance, Sandy's gown exuded flirtyness and fun. Her gown wasn't as large as mine was, only four feet across. It was a bright yellow, with five rows of white lace ruffles. Green ribbons were tied in various parts of the gown. She also was wearing a corset, and while she wasn't as endowed as I was, it still gave her an amazing figure. The bodice had a lace trimmed bertha, with a green ribbon tied at the center. It was also off the shoulder, with little puffed sleeves. Sandy was wearing wrist length gloves and as she glided towards us, she fanned herself with a white lace fan. Her hair was styled as well, not as elaborate as mine, but still with a mass of sausage curls hanging on the side and back of her head. "Wow, you look cute Sandy," I said. Sam was beaming. Jasmine was trying to be positive, but I could tell that she wished that she could be in such finery as well. "Thank you," Sandy said with a quick curtsey. "Oh, I think our ride has arrived!" she said, smiling. I turned around and saw outside the window, a horse and carriage pull up. Jasmine offered me her arm. "Would you give me the honor, Jasmine, of allowing me to escort you to the ball?" Batting my eyelashes, I said with a smile, "I'd be delighted, Tom." Sam offered Sandy his arm, and arm in arm, the gentlemen escorted us ladies outside to our waiting carriage. The carriage was drawn by two white mares. The driver got down out of the carriage and then opened the door for us. Jasmine walked up to the door, and offered me her hand to help me up. I took it, and got myself up into the carriage. My gown was pretty unweildly, but I managed to situate it so I didn't embarrass myself when sitting down. It did take up practically all of the back seat. Sam assisted Sandy into the carriage and then got up himself, sitting down next to Sandy. Finally, Jasmine entered the carriage and pushing some of my beautiful gown aside, she sat down beside me. I was starting to feel a bit warm, so I flipped open my fan and tried to cool myself off. "I feel as if we've jumped out of the 1860s" I said, smiling. Sandy reached over and took my gloved left hand and squeezed it slightly. "I'm so glad you're enjoying this Jasmine." Then she gave me a knowing wink. Jasmine put her hand around my tiny waist. I looked at her, smiled and said, "I am enjoying it". With a clip-clop the driver took us over to the Regency Hotel, where the ball was being held. I smiled, noticing all the stares of the pedestrians along the way, especially with the little girl who pointed at us and said, "Daddy, Princesses! I wanna be a princess!" Finally we arrived at the Regency, and exited the carriage. "Have a good time!" the driver said. I thanked him, giving him a little curtsey. If I was going to look like a full blown southern belle, I was going to act the part. Arm in arm the gentlemen escorted Sandy and me into the Hotel. We made our way to the Grand Ballroom, and entered in the doors. The ballroom was grand alright, and already quite a crowd had assembled. There was a general babble as people talked amongst themselves. There was quite an eclectic collection of costumes being worn by the crowd, some historical like mine (including a pretty impressive Marie Antoinette), some more modern (a few Playboy bunnies and French Maids). I didn't see anyone I recognized right off the bat, which was okay since I wasn't sure I was really ready to try to act like Jasmine to people who really knew her well. We handed the doorman our tickets and he announced, "Jasmine Fontaine and Tom Ricketts". I smiled at Jasmine and in my left hand gathered my skirt. With my arm in Jasmine's we slowly walked down the grand staircase into the ballroom. Then something I really wasn't expecting occured. The crowd went almost quiet and I realized that most of the room was looking at us. Then some murmering as the girls obviously started making comments to each other On the one hand I felt very nervous, but on the other hand, very excited to have drawn such a reaction. The doorman announced Sandy and Sam, who also proceeded down the stairs. When they reached us, Sandy winked at me and said, "You certainly made an impressive entrance, Jasmine". Jasmine said, "The crowd is just realizing how beautiful she is Sandy," grinning. Sandy grabbed Sam's hand and said, "Let's go dance!" For the next hour and a bit, the music featured more modern pop than anything else. It did feel rather weird to dance with the gown on, but then again, I wasn't too surprised by that. The corset did make it a bit harder to breathe though, so I did take some breaks. I danced with Jasmine, danced with Sam, danced with Sandy. One of the sweetest moments of the night occured when an obviously shy boy, a senior at my highschool and dressed up like a Confederate soldier, came up to me an asked me to dance. With a glance towards Jasmine, she motioned with her hands for me to get my butt out there. Later on, Sandy, Jasmine and I were resting and drinking some punch I heard a voice behind me say "Those are beautiful costumes Jasmine." I twirled around, making my gown rustle. Standing there was a very attractive looking girl, about 18 herself with long blond hair. I guessed she was about a C cup, and with long smooth legs. She was wearing a rather elaborate French Maid costume. I didn't recognize her. Next to her, holding her hand, was (I assumed) her boyfriend. I did recognize him...Ryan, a star receiver on a rival school's football team. He was looking at me in a way I wasn't really comfortable with, like a leopard would before taking down a gazelle. I looked back to the girl. "Why thank you!" I said, smiling. "She does look beautiful, doesn't she Rachel?" Jasmine said. "Oh yes, definitely one of the best costumes here." Rachel replied. "So Jasmine, are you looking forward to the pageant next week?" I glanced over to Jasmine, a little surprised by the track of the conversation. "Yes," I said. "I can't wait to compete, it'll be a lot of fun." Her smile vanished for just a moment, but then returned. "What are you going to do for your talent?" Rachel said. "I hadn't decided yet actually," I replied. "I might juggle." "Oh, that'll be interesting to see," Rachel said. "Well, have a good evening!" "You too," I replied. Rachel and Ryan then walked away, talking amongst themselves. I turned to Jasmine. "I suppose I know her?" Jasmine nodded. "That's Rachel Baker. She's competing in the Miss Teen Ohio pageant next week. From the buzz I've heard, she's expected to win, or at least be in the top three." Sandy added pointing at Jasmine. "Yeah but from what I've heard, so are you." Then she pointed at me. "I mean you." I sipped at my punch, "As much fun as I'm having tonight, I sure hope we find a way to switch back." Sandy smiled and squeezed my hand in support. "Don't worry, we'll get you through it." About an hour later, after dancing some more (not all with Jasmine...I was definitely getting more suitors), Jasmine excused herself for a moment, as there was 'something' she needed to do. Sandy turned to me and said, "We should go powder our noses." Upon the look of confusion Sandy took my and and whispered to me, "I have to go to the bathroom." Aha. I was about to be introduced to that most female of rituals. We walked up to the womens restrooms and entered. It definitely felt weird to me. However, except for me and Sandy it was empty. Given the sizes of our gowns, we had to use the handicapped stall. Sandy went first while I tried to figure out how I was supposed to go to the bathroom wearing this gown. At that point, I realized why the pantaloons were crotchless. I laughed at the image of me sitting on a toilet, with this finery spread around me. After Sandy got out, I went in, and although it wasn't difficult, it sure felt weird to pee sitting down. It was a bit of a chore to wipe, but I made do. Just another thing to hammer at my changed circumstance. I exited the stall and Sandy was, surprisingly, actually powdering her nose. She handed the brush to me and said, "it's pretty simple, you just dust yourself lightly, to get rid of the oils that have built up on your face." I did so, and Sandy said, "That looks good." She put her brush back in her little bag she had tied to her arm (for 'necessities'), and left the washroom. I took another look at myself in wonderment, how this could have happened, and how gorgeous I looked. I imagined how it'd be to actually wear such clothes regularly. The door opened and in walked Rachel. "Oh hello Jasmine," she said smiling. She came up beside me, and looked at herself in the mirror. She patted her hair, making sure everything was still where it should, then touched up her lipgloss. "Your hair is beautiful," Rachel said to me, while she walked behind. If felt my gown shift as she got near to take a good look. "Sandy did it for me," I replied. "She's very talented. Oh, there's a hair out of place. Do you want me to fix it?" Rachel said. "Really? Please, if you would," I said. I felt a bit of a sharp tug and Rachel said, "There, that does it." "Thank you Rachel," I said and exited the bathroom. I rejoined Sandy, Sam and Jasmine who had finished whatever she had set off to do. Then the DJ came over the PA. "We have a special request folks, from Tom Ricketts. The Blue Danube Waltz." Strauss' masterpiece came over the loudspeakers and Jasmine offered me her hand, smiling widely, "Ma'am, may I?" Jasmine, Sandy, Sam and I had recently took ballroom dancing lessons at their insistence. "I'd be delighted," I replied putting my hand in hers. She escorted me out on the dance floor while Sam did the same with Sandy. There were a couple of other folks coming out as well, nearly all of them wearing some sort of historical costume. Jasmine and I found our place and she gently placed her hand at the small of my back and took my hand in her other hand. I don't know if was Jasmine, or the corset, but I've never felt more secure. We then began to waltz, floating around the ballroom floor as if we were on air. As we did so, my gown made a lovely swishing rustle. I looked deep into Jasmine's eyes and smiled. "I never would have guessed it this morning, but this day has been amazing." "I'm glad, Jasmine," Jasmine said. "It was such a shock this morning waking up in your body, but I wanted to make sure that it wouldn't be hard on you." "I love you Tom," I whispered. "I love you too Jasmine," she replied. We continued to waltz, and then too soon it ended. Tom bowed to me and I curtseyed to him. The crowd then burst into applause. I felt my face go warm as I began to blush. Sandy and I were escorted off of the ballroom floor by our gentlemen. I made a decision. I took Jasmine's hand and led her away from the crowd. My heart pounding, I whispered in her ear. "Your mother is working late tonight." Jasmine looked at me, slightly surprised but there was no doubt about the hunger in her eyes. She said, "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Let's go." We went back to Sandy and Sam, and told them we were going to leave. Sandy smiled knowingly and said, "I hope you've ha