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"So, who's dealing?" "Just a moment, before we begin." Joe and Chrissy looked up at their neighbour, Julia, as she looked over at her husband. "Vince and I have been thinking. Well, we've been playing together a while, and we thought it was about time we made this fun. How about a bet?" Chrissy looked at Joe. Joe looked at Vince. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. How much?" Vince looked at Chrissy, then back at Joe and smiled. "Not an amount, guys, more like a dare, or some kind of deal." Chrissy grinned. "What did you have in mind, Vince?" Joe had the fleeting impression that there was something untoward in the way she looked at Vince, perhaps caused by their earlier drinks. Not that he hadn't glanced too closely at Julia's stockinged legs himself once or twice. "It's Hallowe'en in a month's time. The winners choose the losers' costumes and prepare them for a fancy dress competition, which we'll hold at our party here." Joe looked at Vince. As the a local dignatory he often held parties at the mansion. As the wealthiest man in the state they were reportedly fantastic. Joe often wondered why he, and his gorgeous young wife, invited them over so often. After all, he and Chrissy were new in town and barely twenty three, whilst Julia must have been in her early thirties. In fact, Vince owned the companies that he and Chrissy worked for, so he was literally their boss. Joe looked over at Chrissy, his own gorgeous young wife. She shrugged. Joe nodded to Vince. "Okay, any rules or limitations?" Vince nodded to Julia. "Of course." She shifted her legs slightly giving Joe a glimpse of bare skin above her stocking tops. Chrissy noticed his glance. Julia noted Chrissy's disapproval. "You can choose any costume. The losers must promise to, in fact, must contract to do anything the winners require that would enhance the chances of winning the competition. That's about it, really." "And do the losers have to win the competition?" asked Chrissy. "Excellent point," purred Julia. "That's the purpose, I suppose." "I'm thinking that there can be only one winner, so someone has to lose. How about that loser, or losers if it is both, have to carry on the contract until the following year." "That's cruel, Chrissy," answered Vince, "but it will make it really competitive between the losing partners, I reckon. And how about the winner, if there is one, gets to bind the losers 'trainer' in the same contract, until the following year?" Julia gasped. "Vince, baby, that's going to make it really competitive between the winning partners, isn't it." "It sure is, honey." Just two hours later, the last hands had all hit the table and the points were being counted up. Despite playing a slam in the last, Joe knew that he and Chrissy were the losers. It didn't take long for Vince to state the facts more clearly. "1320 plays 780." "So what do you have in mind?" asked Joe. "Just a second," replied Vince, getting up and going to his desk. He pulled out two pieces of paper and a pen. He handed the papers to Joe and Chrissy. "You were prepared for this, weren't you?" Chrissy accused him. "Julia and I toyed with the idea, of course. These are just standard provision of service contracts with a couple of modifications given the nature of the service. The names are blank. You fill yours in and sign. We'll countersign and witness each other's." Joe and Chrissy signed and witnessed the documents. Vince and Julia countersigned. Vince got up and put the documents back in his desk and locked the drawer. Julia went out to the kitchen to fetch more drinks. She sat back down. Vince coughed in a rather formal way. "Okay," he began. He was finding it hard to stop smiling, as was his wife. "First off, your partners. Julia will get you ready, Joe, and I will work on you, Chrissy. You've both signed that you will do whatever we require, but if that isn't enough of a spur to getting it right, remember that we are all in competition. If you lose, you will carry on the contract. If you win, you get some kind of revenge." Chrissy smiled with Vince. She was getting on some kind of high. The last drink seemed to be one too many. "What are we getting ready as?" Julia responded. "Joe, I'm going to turn you into a cheerleader." Joe began to laugh. "And I'm going to turn you into a baseball player, Chrissy." Vince let that settle into the smiling girl's face as Joe's laughter began to die away. In moments, the two losers were fast asleep. "May the best man win!" he said to his wife. "Make that woman, buddy," she retorted. "You said I could use any resource available, and I will beat you, just to see my creation use you for a year." *** Joe and Chrissy both felt headaches as they awoke. But, for the first time in three years they couldn't feel each other. Joe awoke to find himself in a plain room with mirrors at one end. His chest, groin and backside all felt sore. Chrissy awoke in a similar room but it was full of exercise equipment. Her arms, legs and shoulders felt sore. Worse for her was the discovery that her head had been shaved. She lifted her hands to her bald pate and felt a slight brush of stubble. Hair that had been just below her shoulders since childhood was now just a memory. In her dissolute state she began to cry. Julia called in on Joe as soon as he awoke. "Remember your contract, dear! You do exactly what I say. And yes, this is all to win that competition, so no questions." Joe remained wary, but nodded his acceptance, until he could find out just what was going on. "Cheerleaders' main phsical ability is dancing, so we're going to work on that. I was once a dancer, so I'll help with your training, as will Karen, who will join us shortly. We've only got one month so this will be very intensive. Your workplace has been informed that you will be missing. Don't worry, you will have a job to go back to, if you win." Across the hall, unbeknownst to the young couple, Christine was receiving an almost identical speech from Vince. "We'll pad your arms out if we have to, but you have to be able to swing a bat, and that will require some strength. That's why the gym is here. Trevor will be working you all day." Joe was just ready to drop on the floor to sleep when Karen introduced him to a machine. He had barely been fed all day, and his head was spinning from fatigue. Karen had massaged his aching muscles into some kind of life, but they were still almost ticking in time to the constant rhythms that he'd been subjected to. She sat him astride the strange seat and strapped him in. Gradually the motor pushed his feet up and outwards until it hit the pain barrier. At that point Karen left him, while for the next hour the machine moved almost unnoticeably to separate his feet. When she helped him off it, he couldn't close his legs and nor could he think straight. Two tranquilizers in a glass of water sent him straight to sleep. He didn't even dream about Karen injecting him under the nipples, into his buttocks, and directly into each of his balls. As he slept on, she tightened a girdle around his waist. Christine tried one more swing, but her arms felt like lead. Trevor laid her on the bed and massaged every aching muscle, rubbing all kinds of creams into her skin. As she relaxed she drifted into oblivion. Trevor shrugged and took out his kit. Injections followed into Christine's shoulders and under her armpits. He placed a number of electronic muscle stimulators onto her abdomen. Finally he rubbed some cream into her face, placed some goggles over her eyes, and switched on a sun lamp over her head. Julia looked at Joe from behind the mirror. He was tired but he was maintaining the rhythm. And the kicks were really coming along. Tranquilizers meant that both he and his wife were unable to consider much beyond what they were being told to do. She looked over as Vince walked into the room. He looked through the mirror a moment. "Very impressive dancing!" He complimented his wife. "How is yours coming along?" she asked him. "Shaping up slightly, but I can see that it's much harder to add than to take away." "I hoped you might find that a challenge," smiled his wife. "Still, I've got a couple of things to add, and if they're going to look any good, I might have to do it soon." "You go right ahead. The good doctor is expecting you." *** Chrissy woke up feeling incredibly energised. She had no idea what was happening during her sleep but she knew that it was good for her. She felt strong, and couldn't wait to get onto the machines around her. In fact, Trevor should have woken her up, and she wasn't happy with him for not being there. She slammed her fist against the pillow and almost wished it was his face. Feeling more than a little angry she decided to take her frustrations out on the barbells. She curled three sets of ten as a warm up. When Trevor did turn up she was beginning to glisten with sweat. Karen shook Joe awake. He was feeling a little lethargic. It wasn't like him to feel like that in the morning. It was quite upsetting. Seeing Karen's disapproval he almost winced but pulled himself together for her. He took off his silk pyjamas and put on his leotard. The silk was cooling against his aching muscles. Karen threw him a pair of jeans. "Put these on. We're heading out with Julia." He slipped them up but couldn't do up the last button against his stomach. He had been exercising in the girdle and must have lost some weight, but seeing that open button was depressing. Karen threw him a belt and he strapped it around the jeans before following her from the room. In the car Julia talked soothingly to Joe. "I know you're feeling a little out of sorts at the moment, but I need you to be strong. We're heading to the doctors to sort you out a little bit. You'll feel a bit funny at first when we get back, but it's all to help us win, and you want that too, don't you, Joe?" He sipped his water and nodded to Julia in agreement. "Good. I'm glad you want to win. Remember that and everything will be just fine." As Joe sipped his water he gradually fell unconscious. Julia patted him on the head. "We're definitely going to win, my darling!" Vince was at the door when the gurney arrived. "He looks a little bit more bandaged than I expected," he said to his wife. "I thought of a few things to help as the doctor went along. We ended up performing a little more surgery than expected." "My wife the cosmetic surgeon. Suddenly I find myself wondering whether I haven't taken on too much, seeing as how simple surgery can solve most of your problems." "And simple padding and makeup could solve most of yours." "But I want to win, dear. Padding and makeup just might not do." Julia followed her charge into the house. Vince decided to make a couple of phone calls. *** Chrissy lay back on the operating table in a peaceful drug induced slumber. Vince watched as the doctor pencilled around the areas that he would remove hair from. Vince was a little surprised when he uncovered her genitals and began to mark areas there. As the operation proceeded he realised that the doctor was interspersing these more wiry hairs with the short hairs from her head. Removal of the hairs from her head caused the appearance of a receding hairline. Vince was quite shocked at the final transformation. The beard was generally short and entirely unkempt, but Chrissy had aged twenty years. Gently the doctor cut back the newly inserted hairs and left a covering of stubble on her cheeks. Finally he bandaged the area to give the follicles a chance to settle. He continued to watch as the gurney transported Christine to the other side of the clinic. Doctor Williams came out to talk to him as she was entered into the theatre. "Your wife was in here just a couple of days ago," said the forty-something redhead. She looked great for her age, and felt great for her age, as Vince well knew. "What did you do for her exactly?" "I can't tell you that. Doctor/Patient confidentiality. Besides, she told me about the new rules. I wouldn't mind seeing you lose, if this is what you have to go through." "You're not going to mess this up for me, are you?" "Of course not," smiled the luscious bodied woman, a product of her own clinic. "Fair's fair, and if Julia becomes yours to costume in this manner you might just have an opening for a new wife?" Leaving Vince smiling she turned back to her work. Joe sat on the machine in a near box splits. It felt good to be sitting as bouncing around meant movements in very odd places, and often a small amount of pain. He could barely see through the bandages on his face, and what he could see of his body was only more bandages if it wasn't clothed. Karen had told him that the bandages on his body held various pads and cushions that would simulate a woman's body and that he needed to get used to them. When he asked about the bandages on his face she told him not to worry, and upped the dosage of tranquilizers. Joe was very happy about his dancing, as was Julia. She was also impressed with the practice he was putting into his walk and into his speaking voice. With the amount of effort he was putting into his falsetto he might never realise that his vocal cords had been worked on. She knew that was one area where Vince had the advantage. It would be impossible to give Joe a natural register for a female, but apparently Christine was already noticing the effects of her voice breaking. Christine, however, wasn't actually noticing her voice breaking. She barely talked now since the time she had opened her mouth and almost swallowed the rubber balls she was chewing. Her masticulatory muscles were just beginning to give her the appearance of a wider jaw. She knew that the bandage over her cheeks and chin itched, but didn't realise that Vince was making sure she had a strong growth of beard to enhance that jawline. Trevor had also upped her tranquilizer dosage as she began to question the pads under her bandaged arms and legs, and then wonder how they had managed to bandage her chest so tight. The 'C' cups she was so used to were still there, but they were flat, from side to side. They just didn't feel right when she swung the bat. But she was impressed with her butt. It was rock hard, something to really show off in her tight pants. The amazing thing was that it was usually the first place fat collected when she put on weight. This time it seemed to be collecting on her waist. Well, that was normal too. *** Julia placed the rubberlike mask over her charge's face. It had been easy to explain to Joe that the bandages were for an intense skin rejuvenation program. And now it was enough to explain that the mask was what he might be using at the party. After all, it was a feminised version of his own face. And he was too far gone to question things like his own nose fitting inside it when it should be bigger than the one on it. She watched as he studiously applied makeup to the mask under Karen's strict instruction, and took notes on when to reapply, and how to powder in the ladies room. He was looking at his short hair in frustration. Julia noted the look and told Karen to get him an appointment at the salon. Christine thought that Trevor had stuck the bristles on with glue that morning. Vince noted that she still looked too boyish. The intense tanning regime had dried and aged her skin, giving it blotches, but they looked too much like freckles. Her nose was too small and her eyes were still too large and cute. He made an appointment with Doctor Williams to have the bridge of her nose widened. Her body, now that was a different matter. That was perfect, except of course for the gap between her legs. That he already had something for, a little plastic package to fill her jockstrap. Even her attitude had changed. She had become much more forceful, if not violent. Trevor had been worried that the tremendous doses of the high strength substances that they had been using would have too much of an effect on her psyche. Vince realised that he was right when Christine tried to punch him one day, but her style was easily countered by the experienced instructor. She wasn't really strong, though she looked it. She was a lot stronger than she had been, however. *** The thirty first of October arrived. Christine and Joe had absolutely no idea what date it was but both felt a gradual awakening occurring through the day as Vince and Julia allowed the soporific drugs to flow out of their systems. Julia came in to stand with Vince watching Chrissy warm up. "What's she doing?" she asked her husband. "Trevor is making sure she walks right with that 'package' between her legs. Her thighs are too big to sit cross legged but she does keep making a couple of other minor mistakes. How's yours coming along?" "Joe's used to the weight of his extensions, and brushing it, but Karen's trying to make sure he deals with a full head of hair naturally." "Is he wearing his suit?" "Of course. A long sleeved leotard. I don't need to cover his legs because he knows he hasn't been 'padded out' there. Though the loose skirt hides the fact that he still has a little 'package'." "Chris is wearing her helmet as you can see. And leggings and a tight shirt. She thinks everything is padding and that the beard is glued on. I noticed it took her a couple of days to get used to the new nose but she hasn't questioned it yet." "Chris. I like that. Perhaps I should call mine Joanne or something?" "Or just Jo. Well, last couple of hours before the guests arrive. We should get dressed ourselves. Good luck, and may the best man win." "Which one is the man, dear?" *** Chris accompanied Trevor out of her room. Vince was waiting for her dressed as a vampire. She couldn't quite get over the fact that it was hallowe'en already. It seemed only a few days ago, if that, that the couples were playing cards. She remembered getting ready for the party, and the costume that she was wearing was fantastic, if a little dull. Vince's vampire outfit had so much more potential, but it was nowhere near as realistic as hers. She puffed her chest up proudly. No way was this vampire going to beat her, and no way could Joe stand a chance, wherever he was. She couldn't find him anywhere in the party. Vince had told her to mingle with strict instructions not to stray from the main room so that all the judges could see her. She remembered that Julia had decided to dress Joe as a cheerleader so she looked out for those. There were a few of them around, and they all looked great. 'The bitches', she thought to herself. 'Just wait till I get out of this costume and show you what a fit body looks like'. Joe was treading his way carefully around the room. He was looking for his wife but was somewhat preoccupied with a few other matters. His heels were high, and even though he felt quite confident on them they were hard work. And his height was attracting stares, only they were stares directed lower down. The presence of the large round mounds under his leotard attracted a lot of attention that he didn't really want. Worse than that was the difficulty he was having in coping with their constant jiggle as he walked around. He just wanted to pull them out and throw them away. The only thing stronger than his constant embarassment was the feeling that he wanted to win this competition. There was no way he was submitting to this the next year, and Vince deserved some payback. Deciding to hide for a moment to regroup, he headed for the ladies. He didn't want to pee, especially through the gaff, so he just opted for standing in front of the mirror and adjusting his lipstick. Anything for a moment alone. Vince the vampire, and Julia the jester broke off their dancing as midnight approached. Vince walked up onto the dais and looked out over the crowd. Julia instructed the band to cease playing for a moment. "Ladies and Gentlemen," began Vince, lisping slightly through his teeth. He removed them to a chorus of good-natured catcalls. "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce Werner Pinkerton, our local librarian, and head of the judging panel." A small, bespectacled man took his place up on the dais next to Vince, who stepped down. Werner coughed slightly. "Ladies and gentlemen, the prizes tonight have been donated by local businesses, and all funds from this party will be benefitting local charities. For making all this possible, and donating their own house, and victuals, I would like you all to join me in thanking Mr. Vincent Caldani and his lovely wife, Julia." There was a loud chorus of applause. Werner waited for it to die down. "The moment you have all been waiting for, the best costume. And in third place, Geoff Cahey." The audience applauded and parted as a cowboy on a puppet horse came up to collect his magnum of champagne from Vince, who even gave him a peck on the cheeks. "In second place, and I know you won't accuse the judges of any counts of partiality, or bribery," said Werner with a pointed wink to Vince, "Julia Caldani!" A few wolf whistles accompanied the woman in the skin tight jester's outfit to the stage, bells jingling as she ran to her husband. "I'd just like to say," she said firmly over the clapping, "that the hamper for second place will be going to the Children's refuge." A renewed burst of applause greeted her statement. Chrissy waited for the clapping to die down. The cowboy hadn't been bad, one of the best obviously, but he hadn't really looked like a cowboy. Joe eyed Julia up and down in her outfit and could see immediately why she had been looked at so intensely by the judges. However he'd noted a lot of women here who looked just as good in their outfits. But if you were going to base your judging on the obvious assets on display, then perhaps Julia deserved second best. "And the winner is...Amanda Williams!" Furious clapping ensued in the audience, and furious looks were privately exchanged between the host and hostess. Dr Williams had come dressed as Charlie Chaplin, her red hair bound up tightly under her bowler and the loose suit hiding any of her other striking assets. She had the audacity to carry off the walk to perfection, and the confidence to laugh at herself. She smiled sweetly as she accepted the two tickets to Mauritius from the host. As she soaked up the warmth from the audience, Vince pulled the librarian judge to one side. "What about Christine Banks?" he hissed. "And Joe, her husband?" put in Julia over his shoulder. "Obviously they both look fantastic," began Werner, taking off his spectacles to nervously clean them, "but no imagination. She looks fantastic, but there are so many other women who came as cheerleaders. And he looks okay, but what a boring outfit! We did almost give her a prize just for daring to show off like that." "Wait!" Vince mused. "You said she looked fantastic, as a cheerleader?" "So you thought he was dressed as the baseball player?" continued his wife. They stared at each other. They began to laugh. Werner left them when he saw that they weren't going to be able to catch a breath to speak for a while. The couple found their charges and took them out to a private side room. They all sat down, around a table that looked like their old card table. It took a few moments for Chris and Jo to realise who they were looking at. "Chrissy, is that you?" Chris, who'd been thinking that the beautiful cheerleader in front of her did resemble her husband, was completely thrown by the soft alto voice. "Joe?" She asked warily. Joe could just about see his wife under the beard. "You look incredible, Chrissy. How come you didn't win? And how did you manage it, Vince?" "I'll answer that in time," said Vince. "First, you two obviously know by now that you both lost, and under the terms of our agreement we get another year to play dress up with you. I'm going to begin from tomorrow, Chris, and you're going to be the best Superman this town has ever seen." Julia nodded her approval. "We're going to begin tomorrow too, Jo, and this is going to be hard work. But don't worry, by the time next hallowe'en comes round you'll be the best French Maid in the state. You're even going to speak French!" "Great idea!" laughed Vince. "We're going to have to go mingle. You two can join us if you want. Feel free for the rest of the night." With that he helped his wife up and they left. Chris and Jo looked at each other. "You don't sound like the Joe I remember." Began Chris. "And how did you manage to get your voice so deep, Chrissy?" Gasped Jo. "And that beard looks so real!" "It feels real," grunted Chris, giving it a tug. "It's well glued on. But have you had a nose job? And your eyes look bigger!" "It's all a mask, and makeup," smiled Jo. "Good, isn't it?" Chris reached across to run a hand over Jo's face, then reached up to his own, concentrating on his nose. Jo began to notice the concern in her wife's eyes before suddenly Chris smacked a fist down on the table. Jo jumped back. "That's not a mask." Chris informed her hapless husband. "No," said Jo quietly. "It can't be. I'm your husband, Joe." He paused for a moment, and then stood up and began to undress. "I'll prove it to you!" He pulled of his keds and bobby socks, wiggled out of his skirt, and then squeezed out of the leotard. As he presented his bare body to Chris he realised that his chest was still heavy, even as Chris stared at the two huge mounds. Looking down to where she was looking, Joe gasped. Quickly he pulled down his knickers and was momentarily stunned by the smooth space before he remembered the gaff. He carefully pulled himself out of it. Chris saw nothing of her husband in this curvacious body until that moment. She couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was, under it all, a man. And a man who said he was her husband. Even as Jo was trying to figure out how he still had breasts, Chris suddenly knew that something similar had happened to her. Stripping off her tight outfit she was depressed to confirm that all the padding was covered by her skin. And her chest was the worst. The gorgeous shapes that had adorned her were now removed and replaced by hard muscle. Her arms were too big for her body and her slim legs now looked like tree trunks. Worst of all, it made her angry, and she felt like she could take on the world in her anger. She felt strong, and it felt good. She looked across at her husband and realised that she couldn't feel the same about him now. She pitied him, perhaps, but he looked useless. He was curling up into a ball on the floor and crying. Finally realising that this woman was his husband had been worse than not knowing where he was. He, or she, or it, was just a pathetic little ball lying there like that. A pathetic little ball who didn't deserve to have the kind of beauty that had been taken away from her. She began to pull her clothes back on, when she remembered the final part of her disguise. The incomplete part. No, she thought to herself, she couldn't. "Shut up, Joe!" she growled at the blonde barbie. Joe looked at her and carried on sobbing. "Shut up or I'll shut you up! And get dressed!" Chris didn't really know why she was shouting at her husband, but he was being so irritating and pathetic. They had to get out of here and get home, and they had to do it now. She walked round to him and grabbed him by the arms, shaking him. He was shocked! She had felt how heavy he was, but still he had no strength compared to hers. The shock did shut him up, and she left him to get dressed, rubbing the red marks on his arms as he did so. She looked at his butt, still strong and high, but now coated in a layer of fat that made it seem rounded, soft and squeezable. As he bent down to pick up his leotard she wondered whether she could really shove something right in there, between the cheeks. He would scream like a little girl, but he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. No, she thought once again, she couldn't. At least, not with the soft plastic parts she'd been given to pad her out. She was slightly concerned that she felt turned on by the thought, and decided that she had to leave to sort herself out. Maybe a drink or two would do it. She turned to leave as her husband pulled up his skirt. She would sort Vince out in the morning. Joe watched his wife leave. She had proved more than even his soft, voluptuous body could prove. He was weak and pathetic. He wasn't the man he once was. Did that make him a woman? No, it made him a man in a woman's body. Apart from one bit. He was going to get back to being a man. But, like his wife with her new strength, he was going to have to use the new talents he had. He was going to use his beauty. Only one person in the competition looked better than Julia as far as he was concerned, and he was going to use that as a confidence boost. That and a drink or two, first. He would sort Julia out then.