Halloween Spirit
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"Oh God I really have to piss!" Shawn Vyce thought as he semi-jogged
along the sidewalk. All the bars were closing and he thought he could
make it home, but...
"Gotta find a place... gotta find a place..."
Shawn loped along in his rabbit costume feeling stupid, and hoping he
wouldn't have an accident. This wasn't the way he wanted to end
Halloween night. He would've much rather spent the remainder back at
Liz's place, but she had other ideas.
A month ago, Shawn's friend Hank suggested that a bunch of their friends
go out as a costumed group for Halloween, to try to win the top prize at
the Spirit Bar's annual contest. The $1000 prize would divide nicely
between the five of them. After some phone calls and texting, they had
their plan.
Hank dressed as a magician with a top hat, suit and wand. Shawn rented a
white rabbit costume which was thick, sweaty, and looked a lot like
Ralphie's pj's from "A Christmas Story." It was kind of hard to find one
in his size- Shawn was six four, and out of shape with a big beer gut.
George dressed as a playing card, using 2 pieces of particle board
strapped over his shoulders- the Ace of Spades. Kind of appropriate as
he looked a little bit like Lemmy from Motorhead, which he played up by
wearing a leather biker look under the card pieces. George's wife, Jill,
also dressed as a playing card- the Ace of Hearts.
Halloween night started well enough. They all gathered at George and
Jill's place to get into costume and have a few drinks to "warm up." It
was, after all, a chilly night! The wind was cold and the sliver moon
ducked in and out behind fast moving high, black clouds.
"Perfect haunting weather!" Liz said.
"Perfect night for magic!" Hank said, waving his wand then finishing his
beer.
"Oh God I can't hold it much longer! Shit! Wait! Evergreen Cemetery is
just ahead! I can go behind a tree there or something!"
So they had drinks at George and Jill's. Liz showed up last. She
dressed as the sexy assistant: fishnets, heels and a satin bodice. And
was she ever sexy! She wanted Jill to help with her hair, since Jill is
a hairdresser.
Shawn liked Liz. He hadn't had a girlfriend, hell even a successful date
in two years. Not since his last girlfriend found out he cheated on her
with a stripper. But that was two years, a whole state, and another job
ago. He picked up and moved east and started anew here. And Liz seemed
so nice and so hot and... she didn't feel the same way about him. But
maybe tonight, he could change her mind!
Shawn arrived at the cemetery. It had a low wrought iron fence, maybe
waist high. It was old, rusty in places. Fortunately for him, part of
it was flattened by a car a week before so he didn't have to jump it.
Tree... There's a tree! Shawn ran behind it, unzipped his costume and...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The bar was crowded, but they managed to find a place near the beer taps
and get lots of drinks. They were regulars at the bar, and good tippers,
so that helped.
The bar scene was a blur. The costumes, the people, and the free gropes
Shawn got from women trying to get by him in the crowd...he loved it. At
midnight, the judges ruled on the best costumes.
And the best group was...
Star Wars Zombies!
Applause! Toasts! Chugging!
Shawn's group applauded politely. Liz was a lot more enthusiastic than
the others as Zombie Han was hitting on her all night.
They announced second prize in the group category (gift certificates) and
the Magician Act won that. They hugged and cheered and Shawn pinched
Liz's butt. She glared at him and quietly but firmly said "No!"
Drink drink drink. Last call! Look how long the lines are for the
bathrooms! Shawn got into line for the men's room when the guy in front
of him (not dressed in a costume) turns and says "Nice fuckin' bunny suit
dude!"
Shawn was humiliated, and didn't want to start anything with this guy,
who was much bigger than him. He sighed, smiled, and said "Yeah,
thanks."
And got out of line. He could probably make it home...
Shawn realized he wasn't peeing on a tree. He was peeing on the
tombstone next to it. The stone was really old and worn. Shawn couldn't
read it.
"Oh well," Shawn said. "Have a drink on me, whoever you were."
Elisabeth Mather (1756-1784) had enough. She had enough of people
desecrating her stone- of the humiliation of having her husband's
mistress buried next to him while she was buried away in a corner. She
had enough of humiliation in general, especially at the hands or genitals
of men. From beyond she cried out- and something heard her. A Spirit
powerful and old- older even than the land in which Elisabeth's bones and
dust rested. The Spirit heard.
Shawn shook himself, zipped his jeans up, then the costume as well.
The clouds covered the sliver of room in the sky as the wind picked up,
sending leaves scattering. A chill ran up Shawn's spine.
Then something grabbed Shawn's ankles! He tried to run but the more he
struggled, the stronger the grip became. He lost his balance and fell
across the wet ancient tombstone. He looked back at his feet.
Two hands made of bits of bone and adipocere held together by a strange
mist thrust out from the cold earth and had a tight grip on his ankles.
Shawn tried to scream, but couldn't. He clawed and tried to climb over
the stone, but the hands held tight. In fact, he seemed to be pulling
the arms out of the ground as he now could see forearms and elbows
protruding from the dirt.
Shawn felt tired and weak, and the stone he gripped seemed to be...
growing? In fact, the rabbit suit was looser than before as well. What
was going on?
This had to be a dream!
The weaker he felt; the hands and arms holding him coalesced. More bones
appeared, muscle, tendons...all surrounded by the mist holding it like
skin.
Suddenly he felt intense pain in his hips and groin, like someone kicked
him there so hard that the bone broke. He even heard a slight crack!
The pain was so intense that he lost his grip on the urine slicked stone
and fell into an almost fetal position. He folded his arms around
himself trying to endure the pain. Nothing existed for him but pain.
He felt something strange on his bare arms. Bare? His nails were
digging in where he gripped himself. He had long nails- as long as a
girl's! That can't be!
The pain in his hips suddenly stopped but his ankles burned where the
hands had gripped them. He looked down. The hands had released him, but
he was now lying partially in a large hole. The bunny suit looked
smaller and now tighter. The arms were missing. His hips felt so...
different.
Suddenly a mist surrounded him and he felt himself lifted by the
shoulders and pinned to the tree.
He looked down into the face of the thing holding him there. His eyes
grew wide with horror. The dirt caked skull was surrounded by mist which
slowly seemed to be rebuilding the face! As the face rebuilt, Shawn felt
his own face and neck tingle and burn. Eyes suddenly appeared in the
skull's empty sockets, and Shawn's eyes stung. He felt his body slowly
sliding down the tree until he was looking this...this... thing in the face.
Was he shrinking? Wait- the mist made the thing's face look almost
handsome, with a stout neck and hardening features. "He" gripped Shawn's
shoulders tightly, and he could feel them burning.
Suddenly, the misty head sprouted hair: black, thick hair that quickly
grew. Shawn felt something tickling his shoulders. His now bare
shoulders?
He looked down and saw his thick rabbit suit was gone, replaced by what
looked like a woman's swimsuit. No- not a swimsuit: a one piece thing
like from the old Playboy clubs.
How?
His stomach was still a little chubby, but he could see his hips flaring
out and his bare, beautiful legs. He could see his stomach still
perceptibly shrinking, and...
And...
Oh my God no!
He saw that the mist was filling out the thing's chest, and his own chest
was beginning to bulge and bud. He was growing breasts!
Shawn grabbed the misty corpse and tried to pull "his" fingers from his
shoulders, but "he" held them tight. Rather than weakening "his" grip,
Shawn felt his arms burn and become thinner- his hands much more
feminine.
Horrified, Shawn looked down and saw devastating cleavage. His breasts
had to be a D cup at least! "But I'm a guy! Guys don't have tits!" he
thought.
The mist creature seemed to close "his" eyes and Shawn shrank even more.
He pushed Shawn away and onto the ground. The mist around "him"
solidified then disappeared, becoming skin. Standing above him was a man
in his late twenties, with black hair and average looks. He was dressed
in a pants and simple shirt. He seemed to be looking himself over,
surprised.
Shawn sat sprawled on the ground where the guy had pushed him and looked
at himself. He looked down over his breasts to see that his hips had
indeed flared out from a tiny waist, covered in a shiny powder blue
outfit. And..and..Oh No! His penis was gone! That's what felt so
strange! The bottom of his outfit was high cut around his now fishnet
stocking covered legs, and he saw no bulge to indicate manhood! In fact,
with those hips and breasts, he looked like a beautiful woman in a bunny
costume! He now WAS a woman! She looked at her thin arms and hands with
their long red painted nails, and looked up at the man standing over her.
The man standing above her smiled. Shawn felt the tears rolling down her
cheeks and tried to speak but could only cry. The man reached down to
help her up. Shawn was scared, but allowed him to help, especially since
he had never stood in the four inch heels she now wore.
She stood and looked at herself. She turned and looked at her feminine
butt (with a dirty bunny tail.) She pulled at her long brunette hair
which, even as curly as it was, reached down to the small of her back.
She had lost at least a foot in height.
The man spoke to her quietly, "My name is now John. I don't know what
powers brought me back, or made me a man, but they used you to open that
door, and to exact a lesson upon you. You, who treated women as
playthings, are now one yourself. In fact, you are now my wife,
Elisabeth. I will teach you to be a proper woman, and you will teach me
of these strange times and more of this strange language that I speak
even now. And I will no longer be treated poorly by men."
"Wife? But I'm a man!" Elisabeth said, finding her voice. It was soft
and feminine.
"Do you look like a man? You are dressed like a whore, and are most
definitely a woman. You will remain one the rest of your days." With
that, John walked away, leaving Elisabeth alone in the cemetery. She
slowly followed, falling twice, but lost him in the dark streets now
beginning to empty of the late night bar crowd. She shivered in the cold
night, then stopped at a passing storefront to look at her reflection.
She was an average looking woman, maybe in her late twenties with long
curly hair. Her breasts were easily her best feature and her hips were a
bit too wide, she thought. She traced her figure with her hands as she
gazed in the window, then cried some more.
Slowly, she walked back to her apartment in those heels, finding that she
had no keys. No wallet or ID either. They must be back at the cemetery,
she thought, and walked through the cold night back there. Halfway back,
she removed the heels as her feet ached. She searched around the tree
and the ancient grave. Where was that hole that was there? It was gone,
and the ground was firm and overgrown like it had never been disturbed.
Elisabeth didn't read the mossy, worn stone. If she had, she would see,
faintly, the name of Shawn Vyce.
She searched a while and but never found the keys or her ID.
The next morning, John found Elisabeth asleep in the cemetery, and took
her back to an apartment that Elisabeth just "knew" was hers. There,
Sara found an ID and keys to her car and this apartment. "Elisabeth
Mather" it said, and new memories flooded into her head, not replacing
but in addition to those of being Shawn.
Shawn Vyce was declared missing a couple days later. Despite a thorough
search, he was never found, and eventually declared dead.
With Elisabeth's help, John Mather learned the ways of his new time
quickly. He became a leading advocate for women's rights, and treated
Elisabeth well- much better than John had ever been treated as a woman.
He studied hard and after many years became a lawyer- which would've been
impossible in his first life. He could never understand how or why he
had this second chance, but was determined to make the best of it.
The Spirit moved on, satisfied.
Elisabeth Mather found work as a secretary in a trucking firm. The male
side of her brain hated the dress code, which required skirts and suits,
but she managed. She never trusted John, but eventually learned to get
along with him. Eventually, Sara made peace with her womanhood, never
knowing what made her change. In time, she bore John two daughters.
Elisabeth never set foot outdoors on Halloween again.
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