The Halloween Ride of Paul a Revere
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Best Halloween Ever - part 1
By strangefun
It started innocently enough, with the office Halloween party. I was
working as an IT contractor for a small marketing company, and in the
office with four girls I was the only guy, which made me popular. The
girls enjoyed a "presence of a man" and were extra giggly and dressed-up
on the days I was in the office. They were all young, including the
owner, and very attractive. What they didn't know, or at least that's
what I thought, that I was a closet cross-dresser and always wore sexy
woman's lingerie under my "normal" clothes. I always admired the way all
of them dressed, and frequently paid them tasteful compliments, while in
secret wishing to be dressed just like them, in short-skirted tight
business suits, sheer pantyhose and high heels. The office was in the
downtown, so this this was a very appropriate look.
The girls and I were on very good terms, so when they invited me to the
office Halloween party, I said "yes" without hesitation. I had no
costume (at least not any that I was willing to show up in public), but
they said they'd come up with one for me, the one that suits "the
theme." My inquiries about "the theme" were dismissed so as "not to
spoil the surprise." Much giggling and exchanges of glances between the
girls promised the party to be entertaining. I had no idea just how
much...
They did, however, had to take my measurements, which horrified me,
since that day I wore hot pink lingerie under my jeans and sweatshirt -
tight body shaper with garters attached to stockings. I muttered
something about going to the bathroom first, hoping to strip my "inner
layer," but the girls dismissed it as "nonsense" and that "it will only
take a second." In that second they were all over me, measuring me over
my clothes - chest, waist, hips, neck, wrists (?), ankles (??). When one
of the girls was measuring my ankle, she did it over my pink hosiery,
but did not say a word. I breathed a sigh of relief when they were done.
The day has arrived, and I showed up in office with some party food and
accessories, dressed normally, but without the usual "extra layer"
beneath, since some change in wardrobe was planned, with the exception
of a tight thong, holding my twitching in anticipation privates firmly
in, and my toenails, painted with my favorite hot pink nail polish,
which I didn't have time to remove, so I've covered them with a pair of
rarely-used socks.
When I walked in, my jaw hit the floor, and I just stood there stupefied
by what I saw. And what I saw, was three girls, dressed in identical
back-and-white French maid outfits, very elaborate, with wigs, aprons,
bonnets, gloves, lace and very high heels, and all very tight yet
skimpy, with cleavages that barely covered their bulging contents; all
had skirts that just covered their privates, but showed the tops of
their stockings and bottoms of attached to them garters. They were all
in different stages of preparation for the party; one was bending over
the table fully exposing a pair of frilly panties that barely covered
her behind. The girls heard me coming in and ran to me (I couldn't
believe they could run in those heels), hugging and pecking me on the
cheek, and taking my bags. Among the commotion, a thought struck me: if
this is a "theme" party, than whom would I be dressed up as, their
master or their pimp? Both ideas sounded great to me. Or may be... one of
them? The thought of being dressed as a super sexy French maid in the
company of four beautiful girls dressed the same gave me instant raging
erection, painfully straining against the tight thong I was wearing.
Chatting and giggling, the girls led me to the bosses' office "to change
into your outfit." I stepped in with my heart in my throat, and what I
saw, completely floored me: in the middle of the room stood my boss,
dressed as a Madame, in all black, wrapped in a very tight long corset,
pushing up her ample breasts into a beautiful cleavage, and synching her
waist and holding her thighs together, standing confidently on her
skyscraper-heeled shiny knee-high boots. She was standing next to a coat
rack, on which hung "my" outfit - also a French maid costume similar to
the ones the girls were wearing, but not in black-and-white, but eye-
burning, flaming, neon hot pink! It also had closed chest and high neck
finished with white frills. White apron was draped over it, and the same
hot pink high-heeled pumps stood on the floor below.
The girls were laughing at my reaction. "I... I cannot wear this," I
stammered, but the girls dismissed my words and proceeded to somewhat
forcefully undress me. I was so stunned, that did not offer any
resistance, and, in a moment, my shirt was stripped off, followed by my
pants (gasps and giggles upon seeing my frilly bulging thong), then my
keds went off my feet along with my socks, and my hot pink toenails were
exposed to the giggling girls - the color matched the dress exactly! I
stood in front of four laughing, sexy girls practically naked, in a
thong barely holding back my erection, hot pink toenails and a face you
could light the fire off.
"I told you girls, he was a sissy," said one of them. The boss walked to
me, lifted my chin and looked into my tearing eyes. "We know," she said.
"We have noticed that your socks are actually pantyhose. We've noticed
the outlines of suspenders and bras under your clothes. We know you like
this. Are you a sissy?" she asked firmly. I nodded, terrified. "Do you
want to wear this?" she asked, nodding toward the dress.
With a knot in my throat I nodded again, and the girls, laughing and
cheering, leaped to action. The thong, one remaining shred of my
dignity, was ripped off, quickly replaced by white nickers with hot pink
frills, which were a bit tight, but at least hid my raging erection,
completely ignored by the girls. White waist corset with garters was
wrapped around my waist and cinched tightly. White sheer stocking with
frilly tops were pulled on my hairless legs and attached to the garter
belt. I was spun around, and something cool was pressed against my chest
- looking down, I saw a pair of huge silicon breasts, and after a couple
of minutes, when they took their hands off, the breasts stayed,
weighting my chest down, with dark nipples obscenely sticking out. I was
seated on the chair and the girls fussed around with the makeup,
lipstick and nail polish - my fingernail were now painted in the same
hot pink shade, and my face got a thick coat of paint, with lashes that
became long, thick and heavy and lips covered generously and thickly.
The dress came next, draped over my head and zipped on the back, it was
tiny but tight, stretching over my huge fake breasts and clearly showing
the erect fake nipples through the fabric. Apron, white gloves, same bob
wig as on the rest of the girls - but hot pink instead of black - and
finally, the heels. These we enormous, probably five or six inches tall,
with ankle strap and peep toe which showed my painted toenails. The
girls buckled the straps, and I heard two clicks - looking down, I saw
small padlocks on each buckle. Two hot pink leather-and-lace bracelets
on my wrists - click-click, the hot pink collar over the tall dresses
neck - click, my heart in my throat, head swimming, all this seems like
a dream and I am expecting to wake up at any moment, but I don't, and
the wonderful wet dream continues.
I am spun around, and I hear soft jingling - there were little round
silver bells attached to my hot pink fuck-me pump's ankle straps, and my
wrist bracelets, and my collar. Every move I make is now annotated with
a soft chorus if silver chimes. I raze my eyes and face a full-length
mirror right in front of me - and in that mirror, a vision of a sexy
sissy girl in all hot pink and white top to bottom, starting with the
hot pink bob wig, doll-like made up face with pink eye shadow, heavy
pink lashes, and moist, glistening, large, sensually open in an
expression of an utter surprise hot pink lips, pink leather collar edged
with white frills with a silver bell dangling below and the word "SISSY"
in sparkling rhinestones, tiny and tight candy-pink dress with puffy
shoulders above the white shoulder-length gloves locked in place with
pink-leather-white-frills bracelets or rather, cuffs, with small locks
and silver bells.
A narrow waist circled by a tiny white apron and accentuated above by
bulging out, huge fake breasts, tautly covered by the stretchy material,
and below with the flared out skirt that was scandalously short, barely
covering my bulging white-and-pink frilly panties in the front and
completely exposing them in the back, showing bottom of the garters
attached to the tops of shiny white stockings sheathing the long slender
legs down to the shiny hot pink stilettos, as beautiful and sexy as they
were difficult even to stand in, held securely in place by the locks in
the ankle straps and advertising themselves with the same small silver
bells. I was a beautiful parody on girlishness, way over-the-top on
every aspect of my attire, and so gorgeous and sexy that it left me
speechless and I just stood in front of the mirror with my glossy pink
lips quivering and heavy long eyelashes fluttering.
The girls stood around me, truly pleased by my stunned reaction. They
made me turn in all direction, strike poses, walk around, complimenting
me on my looks and the ability to walk on such high heels, all while
taking pictures and videos with their cell phones and cameras, which I
did not even thought about objecting to. It was like something just
turned off in me, and I became an obedient doll in their hands.
We all walked back our into the office and carried on with the
preparations, putting up the snack trays and decorations, which was now
delightfully difficult for me because of the high heels, the corset,
huge fake breasts supported only by the dress and therefore moving any
which way they wanted, and constant attention from the girls who took
every chance on pinching or jokingly slapping my bottom, caressing and
touching me, and calling me all sorts of cute, endearing and
embarrassing names like "cutie," "sissy girl," "sexy," "doll" and so on,
every one of which made me blush fiercely every time they said it,
provoking more friendly taunting. Even though most of my body was
covered, I felt even more exposed in front of them then when I was
naked, and also, incredibly aroused. We were sipping champaign and wine,
and soon I felt more at ease and a bit tipsy. I started to joke around
with the girls, while they gave me tips on girly walking, bending,
gestures, voice and other female mannerism, with my every move announces
by a melodic jingling of the bells. It was so wrong to be exposed like
this, so demeaning, so humiliating... I was in heaven...
Suddenly the office door flew open and a group of women form the
neighboring office barged in - all dressed up in various sexy Halloween
costumes. They all knew me - I helped their only IT guy, Alex, on
various occasions and was a frequent visitor there. When they saw me,
frozen in shock in the middle of the room with a tray of snacks in my
hands, they all stopped talking and stared at me with their mouths open.
I heard my boss whisper "curtsy" and somewhat clumsily obeyed. That
triggered an explosion of laughter and cheers, and they all surrounded
me paying extremely close attention to every detail of my costume, with
a lot of petting, pinching, prodding and slapping. Again, I was made to
turn, spin, walk and pose while photographed and videoed on every
cellphone in the room. I was glad they made me up so heavily, my face
was almost unrecognizable. Almost.
"So, how do like our special guest?" - My bosses' question sparked an
avalanche of cheers and applause. I curtsied again, this time on my own,
and saw my boss smile approvingly. "We brought a special guest too,"
said the other boss, an imposing woman dressed as dominatrix in leather
corset, pencil skirt, thigh-high stiletto boots, complete with the
handcuffs and a whip, and motioned at the door - "Alice, come in!"
Alice came in, dressed in Alice in Wonderland outfit, only the one that
poor Alice would wear if she was a five-dollar hooker - from red glitter
pumps with heels rivaling mine, to incredible short blue dress with
white apron, narrow waist and huge bust, and long curly blond wig - in
every aspect looking as over-the-top and ridiculous as I did, complete
with the collar and cuffs locked over the long white gloves and locked
ankle straps. Alice slowly and a bit awkwardly walked in, stood in
front of me and curtsied - And all five of us gasped, suddenly
recognizing Alex, the next door office's IT guy.
Alex, or rather Alice, looked up at me with teary eyes and said, almost
crying, "They made me... I had no choice..." I hugged him, or her, and she
cried on my shoulder. "She is such a crybaby - a dominatrix boss said -
we had to use waterproof makeup - it won't wash off for a few days, but
it doesn't run when she cries."
"So did we," said my boss to my horror. "But our sissy likes it and
wants to be dressed like this, don't you, sissy?" she asked firmly,
lifting my chin up with her index finger.
"Yes, ma'am," I responded meekly and she smiled.
"Great job on 'Alice'." She turned to the Dominatrix. "Which reminds me,
what are we going to call our new sissy?"
An avalanche of suggestions followed, and finally narrowed down to an
obvious "Sissy" and "Missy." They wanted to take a vote, but someone had
an idea for Alice to choose a name for me. We were both still standing
together in the middle of the room holding hands; Alice looked me in the
eyes, and I saw her ruby-colored lips part: "Pinky" she almost
whispered, but everyone heard her and the whole room cheered. "We'll
have to remake the collar" said my boss, laughing - "but it's totally
worth it! Well, Pinky, back to work!"
Alice and I were sent around the room with trays of snacks, mincing
around on our high heels and assaulted by a barrage of comments,
compliments, advices and plenty of pinching and butt slapping. I was now
walking around dressed like I only dreamt to be dressed in a small crowd
of attractive women, all paying acute attention to me. Every one of them
took their time to correct me - and following all theirs "chin up,"
"shoulders back," "knees and feet together when you stand," "straight
legs when walking," "look down when curtseying," "crouch down instead of
bending when picking things we're dropping on the floor" and "never
mind, bend over, it shows your cute butt better," I was prancing around
the room to everyone's satisfaction in no time. Just as much attention
was paid to Alice, only her boss was much stricter with her - she really
got into a whole "dominatrix" role - so, every time I met Alice, I tried
to give her some encouragement, a smile, a nod, a supportive touch.
Later in the night I found myself sitting (mercifully) next the
Alex/Alice listening to some speeches and toasts, she took a hold of my
hand and whispered, "Thank you." I squeezed her hand back, smiled and,
on impulse, kissed her on the cheek, surprising even myself. I would
never kiss a guy, the thought was revolting to me, but looking at the
insanely cute sissy doll sitting next to me, I could not think of her in
any other was than "she." I saw her eyes close and her lips part, her
whole body drawn towards mine, and an unstoppable urge to kiss this
pretty girl came over me, my eyes closed on their own and my body and
lips leaned forward to meet hers. With my head in the haze, I felt her
lips touch mine, and the world stopped. Literally. I opened my eyes, and
saw everyone in the room stare at us. Two sissies, holding hands and
kissing. In public. I actually felt how red my face had become, and saw
Alice turning into a red light. Everyone started to laugh, doing an
impossible thing - adding to our humiliation. Alice began to cry, and I
felt tears flowing involuntarily from my eyes. The women surrounded us,
cooing "how cute," "our sissies are in love," "look, they are still
holding hands," "make them kiss again, this is so precious," but our
bosses took pity on us and returned the party to order.
The night progresses nicely, we have recovered from our embarrassing
fling and again were mincing around and chatting with the girls, our
ease helped by a generous amount of bubbly, when a voice cut through the
clutter: "Look at the crowd in the street! Let's go for a walk!" The
idea was enthusiastically supported by everyone but two of us, alas, we
were given no choice and a flow of sexily dressed bodies carried us out
of the building and into the streets, full of Halloween people.
The change was so abrupt, that we didn't even have time to get scared.
But then we got scared. Crowds of people were mingling on the sidewalks
wearing more or less elaborate costumes, but our costumes were,
definitely, the sexiest, or the obscenest, you choose the term, and
definitely, the most noticeable, especially with my bells making a sound
with the every movement I made. Alice and I ended up walking in front of
our rather large group, holding hands and fending off constant assault
of whistles, comments and hands. People constantly pulled us aside to
take pictures with us without even asking for permission, like we were
some props. The girls from our group had the time of their lives,
laughing their heads off, posing with us for pictures. I felt like Alice
in the tornado, and Alice was dressed the part.
We stopped by a crowded bar, where we were bought numerous drinks and
made to dance with anyone who asked, if that process of grinding and
grouping can be called "dancing," which, in our drunk state, we hardly
cared to notice. Every time we were returned to our group is a pretty
disheveled state, prettied up, and sent back with the next suitor or
suitoress - yes, we danced with the girls almost as often as with the
guys! Quiet often in the process of grouping my dance partner would
stumble on my raging surprise in my panties, but very few actually
walked away, and several people put the pieces of paper with their phone
number into my panties.
The night went on, and I carried through it in a dream-like state,
pumped up by the alcohol, adrenaline, horniness, and complete lack of
control over the situation, the only thing that makes you completely
free.
Jayla
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