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Hallo-Weenie By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers "I think we really need this weekend away from home," said Tracey turning to her boyfriend as the plane touched down. "Don't you?" "Definitely," said Jonah. "I'll be good to be away from all your asshole friends for a change." "Oh stop," said Tracey playfully slapping his shoulder. "I love Halloween and this will be a nice change for both of us. We both could use a change from our routines." "You mean we could use a break to get you out of those friggin old fart business suits," said a grouchy Jonah grabbing his overhead bag. "You're going to look fucking hot in this skimpy costume for a change. I miss the old Tracey in shit like this." "Well one of us has to be mature enough to have a career and save for our future if we might ever have one," said Tracey rolling her eyes as she pulled her bag down the aisle. They walked down to the baggage area and eventually found Tracey's suitcase. After searching every carousel, taking to security and checking the back room Jonah had no choice but to leave his name and they promised they'd send it to their hotel later once it was found. "Oh shit my phone is dead and my charger is in there," said Jonah checking his phone as they were on the cab line. "I told you like five times to switch to an iphone like me and then you could always use mine but you never listen of course," giggled Tracey as they got in a cab. "You're the worst with that!" "It's not funny," said Jonah completely annoyed now. "You wouldn't be laughing if it were your stuff missing!" "True but my stuff is designer and expensive," said Tracey kissing his cheek and rubbing his arm. "I have shoes in my suitcase worth more than your entire wardrobe." "Yeah because I don't waste money like you," said Jonah. "Whatever?" said Tracey Rolling her eyes looking out the window. "You have your license and your wallet right!" "Of course I put my license in my pocket," said Jonah slapping down his hands against his pockets. "Holy shit! My credit cards though were in my little carry on! I stuffed it inside my big suit case because they said only one carry on and I have this stupid one you made me take with our costumes." "I made you?" scolded Tracy nastily. "All I asked you to do was carry the packages you ordered! But did I tell you to leave your wallet in the suitcase? You did that on your own." "You know I hate the stupid bulge in my pocket," said Jonah annoyed. "How do you expect me to sit on a plane with that lump on my ass on one side?" "Like I wouldn't be paying for almost everything anyway?" smirked Tracy shaking her head digging through her purse. "Well I bought lunch today remember?" reasoned Jonah. "That you did! You and those damn weenies! How could we possibly take a long flight without having a yummy hot dog cart frank sit in my stomach like a rock! It was a fabulous lunch," said Tracey rolling her eyes before handing him her phone. "Here call and cancel your cards before someone starts using them and we have a real mess." Jonah made a half dozen calls before Tracey handed the cabbie two twenties as they pulled up at the hotel. When they got out, she pulled her own luggage bags once the driver took them from the trunk and then walked inside checking them into the hotel. It was a charming mid-priced downtown hotel with a wonderful lobby, lovely restaurant and a few small shops. As they got upstairs the view was quite nice as Tracey peeked out the window while Jonah just plopped right on the spacious king sized bed taking a much need break. "So it's all done?" said Tracey pulling the curtains wide open looking out at the city. "Yes, I think I got them all," said Jonah staring up at the ceiling. "Good then let's just put it behind us and have a good weekend," said Tracey walking over touching his face. "No more fighting. Ok?" "Sounds good," said Jonah looking up at her as softly touching her boobs. "So then you're working on getting your second wind," said Tracey climbing on top of him as he was lying back on the bed. "Right?" "Yeah," said Jonah smiling as she undid his belt. "I can feel my energy level rising right now." "Can you?" grinned Tracey climbing off him and pulling down his pants. "Oh definitely," groaned Jonah. "I'm full of energy now." "Good," said Tracey pulling off his shoes and pants from his ankles. "Then you have enough energy to open the boxes because I'm dying to see how adorable you're going to look in your costume." "Uuuggghhh... really now," grumbled Jonah completely aroused. "You really do now how to ruin the mood." "Awwwee... I know but if we don't start getting ready soon we'll be late," said Tracey. "There's tons of traffic in this city and you know how much I've been looking forward to this." "Come on," said Jonah patting the bed for her to join him. "We've got time. We're on vacation!" "Not really?" said Tracey looking at her watch and tossing the boxes on the bed next to him. "Now stop teasing and open them. If I know you I'll be in the skimpiest princess costume they had anyway so don't you want to see me in it." "Of course I do," said Jonah smirking. "It's pretty fucking sexy honestly." "And I'm sure yours is just as skimpy and sexy right?" said Tracey smiling as she folded her arms. "Well not exactly but it's a stupid prince uniform?" said Jonah giggling. "How sexy could it be? You choose the prince and princess theme. You just let me pick the costumes." "I know," said Tracey. "But its Disney theme couples only so I just figured it would be really romantic so don't ruin that for me please." "I won't. I bought them right?" said Jonah tossing out his arms. "Just remember I'm doing this for you." "Are you?" said Tracey smirking. "Yes! Of course and we're here this weekend right?" said Jonah reasoning. "We're celebrating Halloween like you wanted at the event you've been dying to go to. Would I rather be at something different of course but at least no one knows me out here so don't go posting these stupid pictures everywhere." "No I'd never do that its only been my dream to hit one of these events since I knew they existed," said Tracey shaking her head. "And don't forget dinner tomorrow?" "You sure that's still on?" said Jonah hating the thought of it. "Maybe you brother will cancel and don't you talk to him like every day anyway?" "Not every day! Just you're not going to embarrass me at dinner right?" said Tracey giving him a puppy dog type look. "You promised you'd do that for me!" "Yeah, yeah. I'm honoring your stupid wishes there. I'll be good," teased Jonah. "I can't wait to meet your fruit cake brother's but buddy." "Stop that!" yelled Tracey. "You promised to be good and not be an ass." "I know! I know,"chuckled Jonah. "I promise." "I appreciate that part," said Tracey nodding as she looked him in the eye. "Now can we finally see these costumes you picked. I haven't been Snow White since I was little so this should be fun." "Well maybe put it on for a while now and we'll start the party early," grinned Jonah grabbing her wrist. "Gee that's so romantic of you Prince Charming! But like I said after a long flight your sweaty ass needs to shower and some time to get ready. Now open the boxes because we're both dying to see the costumes for completely different reasons obviously ," said Tracey before grabbing his hard on through his boxers. "Someday my prince will come... just not yet though!" "Not funny" said Jonah annoyed yet enjoying her giving a few yanks as she cracked herself up giggling. "Maybe not for you?" giggled Tracey as Jonah got up and began ripping open the brown boxes. Inside the first brown box he folded back the tissue paper and softly grabbed the puffy sleeves of the Snow White Costume lifting from the box. "Do I have good taste or what?" said Jonah smirking as he held out the sexy Snow White costume. "Oh my Gawwddd," screamed Tracey taking it from him and feeling the material. "I love this one!" "Told you I have good taste," said Jonah proud of himself. "It was the more elaborate yet sexiest one they had. Glad you like it." "I do!" said Tracey kissing his lips briefly. "A little short obviously and a bit sexier than I thought it might be but it's gorgeous. So much detail. You know how I love that. Now let's see Prince Charming." "I can't even believe I'll be wearing this," said Jonah rolling his eyes as he opened the box. "But anything for you my princess." "See now we're getting somewhere. I'm so excited," applauded Tracey gingerly girly clapping as he lifted it from the box and she took it from him. "Wow, so extravagant. The jacket! The sash! It's so official looking!" "Glad you're happy for a change!" said Jonah rolling his eye. "I'm psyched!" said Tracey pinching his ass. "Now go take a shower while I start getting ready. You stink." They shared a quick moment as Jonah dropped off his boxers kicking them towards her being silly as he wandered into the bathroom. He enjoyed a nice hot shower for a few minutes until Tracey knocked on the glass startling him as she knocked on the door. "So what do you think?" said Tracey with a big smile on her face. "Like this on me?" "You think you're funny?" said Jonah as she was wearing his Prince Charming jacket and no pants. "I like it better on you than me honestly. Wish I had my batman costume here though instead of that." "That's good to know but you don't," said Tracey shaking her head opening the door and handing him some conditioner. "Here use some conditioner and I'm just running down to the gift shop for a few things. I'll be back in five so try to be out then please." He enjoyed the hot water a good ten minutes more until he heard the room door close and knew he had to come out before she started nagging him. He dried himself off and then wrapped his waist in a towel as he came out of the bathroom seeing her sitting in a chair wearing his costume pants now patting her finger against her cheek waiting for him. "Hey I guess if you like it so much then you can wear it," teased Jonah as he was towel drying his hair. "Interesting that you say that?" said Tracey standing up. "Because you know maybe I will... Funny thing is that the damn thing fits perfectly. You know like maybe somebody ordered the wrong size." "Haha .. but I didn't. They asked for specific questions of which you gave me the answers," said Jonah inspecting how well the jacket fit. "But who cares I'll be happy to bag this stupid party or go as something else. I never wanted to be a stupid prince anyway. I told you I'd rather be in my batman costume." "Nice try but remember this is a Disney theme only party for couples right? You've probably only heard me mention t like a thousand times!" said Tracey holding up the Snow White costume and pointing to it. "Plus I paid a fortune for it and as it is now my credit cards are just about maxed between the flight, the car and now I had to put the hotel on it. We're going. End of discussion!" "I understand you're frustrated but obviously I have no money or credit to buy another costume," said Jonah throwing up his hands. "Blame the costume people they got the sizes wrong. If there was any way I could make this work for us you know I'd would." "Good because it appears you're the one that messed up the sizes," said Tracey tossing the Snow White costume towards him. "Here let's see how it fits." "No way," gulped Jonah catching the costume and looking over it. "Yes way my princess," said Tracey walking over and taking it away from him pulling off his towel. "Lift up your arms because from the looks of things I'm pretty sure I'm right." "Holy shit! I couldn't have," whined Jonah as she pulled it over his head and there he was quickly in the costume. "Really ya did!" said Tracey holding up a shoe box. "Read the size on here! Does this look like my size? Remember I'm a seven?" "This is crazy," cried Jonah looking down at his frilly skirt. "Oh stop. I think it'll be good for us to really loosen up and do something that could break some of the tension between us a bit," said Tracey stripping off her costume and putting on a robe. "Plus it's for Halloween and we're in San Francisco. There is no more accepting time or a more accepting place to cross dress. I guarantee they'll be plenty of other couples like this." "But I'll look ridiculous!" said poking out his hairy leg. "Look at me." "Right now yes but no once I'm done with you. I'd never let that happen!" said Tracey pulling the costume back over his head and taking him by his limp member leading him back into the bathroom completely naked. "Why do you think I ran downstairs to the store?" As they walked she grabbed the small plastic back from the table in her other hand and then opened the shower door stepping in with him. It was large glass enclosure that easily fit both of them and before he could even object much began took a spray bottle from the back. "Tracey! What the fuck is that shit!" cried Jonah as she was liberally spraying a pungent liquid all over his legs. "You're not...." "Not wanting you to look ridiculous? Yes exactly!" said Tracey turning him as she was spraying his back. "Didn't I just promise you I wouldn't?" "Yeah but I meant not making me wear that," Screamed Jonah as she outstretched his right arm coating it. "This is bullshit Tracey! You know exactly what I meant!" "And you know what? This is you're fuck up not mine so stop being an asshole and because here we are again with me fixing shit for you. Now please for both of our sakes laugh and just have fun with it," said Tracey coating his chest. "Plus we both know with our current time restraints and financial situation so this is pretty much the only option anyway." "Please Tracey let's stop and think of something else. Come on wipe this shit off me," said Jonah. "We passed some thrift stores on the way here. All I need is a weird jacket and bright slacks and I can pull off the stupid prince thing." "What as a bum in an old shitty jacket? Even if you could then what about me?" said Tracey with a giggle doing under his arms. "You think that have fancy princess costumes in the thrift store for five bucks?" "No but do we really need to be in the fancy shit I bought?" Cried Jonah making any excuse he could think of. "There must be a Wallmart or something out here?" "Seriously? You think we'd find appropriate costumes for a two hundred dollar a head Disney theme club party in Wallmart?" said Tracey stepping back shaking her head. "Not happening and how many Wallmart's do you know of in downtown areas of big cities anyway?" "I don't know Tracey," whined Jonah. "Sure you do! Not an option Jonah! Plus that ship has sailed anyway as even if I washed all the Nair off you now it really wouldn't matter much. All you'd be is full of a patches as I'm sure in some sections its already done the trick ," said Tracey looking at her watch. "This stuff works fast so just stand here about three more minutes and make sure you don't touch your eyes or you'll have bigger problems than looking smooth." "Oh this sucks," said Jonah as Tracey left the shower stall for a minute. "Turn around please," said Tracey as she returned with her hands inside two plastic gloves as he turned facing the wall. "Head back just a little and eyes closed until I tell you." His damp hair really wasn't too long as he felt a creme being added at his hairline and she began messaging at his scalp. It was a pretty quick treatment as it wasn't long until he felt the plastic cap snap across his forehead and across his neckline until he heard her snap off the gloves. "What was that for?" said Jonah almost in shock now. "Just a rinse to add some depth to that mousey brown mop of yours," said Tracey opening the shower door and taking a small package from the bag on the vanity. "It's no big deal now keep your arms and finger extended. We're on a tight schedule that we'll need to keep unless you'd like a little rash on the cute little tushy of yours honey." "No thanks. This is bad enough," gulped Jonah as she opened the package and took out a few different size clear nails as she measured them against her thumb. Before he could bare blink she blotted some drops of glue across his nail and then he felt the pressure as quickly she pressed down bonding the fake nail selection to his. She then counted to five and then one after another he watched his digits being transformed with the acrylic extensions. If it took two minutes that was a lot before she put down the package filled with the extra nails and turned her attention back to his body. She knelt now taking some small wash cloths softly rubbing where she began at his legs as he tried not to check but couldn't help himself as he stared down looking at his now bare shin near his ankle. It was almost impossible to fathom that within every twist of her wrist huge clumps of his thigh hair were completely gone. He couldn't bear to even look anymore when she rubbed between his legs but it was hard not to glance down once she touched his abs. He had always taken pride in his macho chest hair and tight six pack but now that was a thing of the past as he pinched in his chin watching it seemly just slide away. When finally every stray hair seemed to no longer exist on his arms she switched on the shower and stepped out of the way to avoid getting soaked. As the water rain done past their bare feet all he could do was stare at her red toes next to his noticing now that his legs were just as smooth as hers as he watched plenty of stray hairs flow between them and down the drain. "Ok, lean back and close your eyes," said Tracey after a few minutes of showing his body before pulling off his cap. "This will be quick. It's just a rinse and then we'll let the conditioner sit in there for a few minutes while we shave off that stubble of yours'. As he leaned back she messaged his hair over and over a few times before lathering up his face. She took her time ever so precisely shaving him with the grain and then re-lathered him for a second time going against it. When she was satisfied she pinched his nostrils before taking a small scissor trimming away any nose hair and then followed with some trimming at his brows. One more time she took a razor shaving at the bridge of his nose as she seemingly widened the distance between his brows before finally switching on the water rinsing out the conditioner. He exhaled for a moment as she exited the shower to get some towels and then softly patting him dry. He hadn't seen his body hairless since his pre-teen years as he stared down nauseated with just a small patch remaining between his legs as she wrapped his hair in another towel turban style. He was visibly shivering as she led him by the hand back into the bedroom before taking a white robe from the closet as he happily slid his arms inside. She knotted the attached belt and then he sat on the edge of the bed as she flipped open her cosmetic bag and got to work on him. First she unscrewed this orangey looking glue stick before gliding it across his entire beard area as it felt almost gluey until she seemed to smooth it with a little sponge. It was even more foreign next watching her squirt a fleshy colored cr?me onto her index finger before she blotted it all over his face and neck before spreading it everywhere. He couldn't believe all the creamy products that followed as he could see the labels of foundations, concealers, and powders which seemed to endlessly being added to his face. It was almost a welcome break as he held open his left eye with her fingers as she took a black pencil to his waterlines as all he could really do was stare anxiously at her. She prohibited him from blinking quite a few times until she unscrewed the top of what looked like a thin sharpie. She then pushed his lids closed as he felt it ever so precisely glide just above his lashes and then it actually felt nice as she blew on it a few times. When she allowed him to reopened he could see some white glue slowly gliding across a big thick lash between her fingers and then she pushed his eyes back closed pressing it on. She repeated everything on the other side before pushing them closed again stroking at his eye lids with a soft applicator. This was actually the most soothing part of this entire madness but seemed so slow and methodical as she jumped back and forth until she asked him to reopen his eyes. "Just look up at the ceiling and try not to blink until I tell you ok?" said Tracey clamping down on his right lash with her curler. "I don't think I can do this Tracey," moaned Jonah looking at her anxiously as she did the other side. "Look at me I'm freezing!" "Those are just some goosebumps and all nerves," said Tracey glancing at his wrist as he raised it before pushing it back down and taking a lash comb separating. "Look up please like I told you." "I know it's nerves because I can't do this," said Jonah as she ignored him ever so precisely coating his lashes. "I can't go out like a girl." "Oh stop being a baby," said Tracey adding a little more color to his eye shadow now. "It's Halloween and just have fun with it. Now suck in your cheeks for me." With his face pinched in she began working on defining his cheek bones with a series of big soft brushes. When finally she let him exhale she began defining the edges of his lips with a dark pencil and unscrewed a red tube. It was impossible not to stare at the red color twisting towards him as she turned the tub and then glided it across his lips. He felt sick to his stomach as the cherry sensation arouse his saliva at the back of his throat but that taste would be going nowhere as he watched the lip brush dip into a shiny gloss cylinder. With every stroke he could barely stop shaking knowing it was being transferred to illuminate every millimeter of his lips. He had loved it when she made her lips glisten looking so irresistible yet never that look would be on him as she completed his face setting it in a finishing powder. "I'm done?" fretted Jonah as he looked up at her staring at him nodding smiling. "I must look silly right?" "Not at all actually," said Tracey taking his hand. "This is all starting to come together. Stand up. It's time to dress the princess." He stood knowing she'd be dressing him whether he liked it or not as she undid his robe. As she tossed it aside he stood observing her rip open a package of ruffled panties and then kneeling as he stepped into them. She stayed on her knees unrolling his stockings and ever so gently stretched them up each leg separately. He felt ready to piss his pants when she stood back up and then dug through her carry on finding a simple white bra. She adjusted the straps as far open as she could lengthening it and then slid his arms through it on both sides. It was snug when she caught the clasps in the back and then adjusted the straps continually until she was satisfied with the fit. She folded some socks a few times before sliding them inside her nude knee highs and then slide them into the cups. She redid them two or three times until she was happy with how they filled his cups and then there he was staring down at himself with little mounds in his all white girly underwear. "I can't believe I fit in your bra?" moaned Jonah as she pushed at his flesh. "Easily actually," said Tracey around the socks inside. "You're shinny and flat chested. It's not big deal." "For you maybe!" cried Jonah. "I still can't believe I'm wearing it instead of you." "It's quite ironic right considering you bought me this push up bra," teased Tracey. "I wear it in the first link and lucky for us you're thin enough that I could close it in the last one. Ok, now sit back on the bed with your hands up until I get it past your face. Let's not get any makeup on it already and hope this fits right now that you've got some cute little boobies." "And if it doesn't I can go take a shower and we can bag all this right?" said Jonah as he sat back down at the edge of the bed. "Remember you already tried it on and it fit perfectly. said Tracey as she opened the back zipper of the elaborate costume now and quickly positioned his arms sliding them through the holes. "I'm trying not to remember," said Jonah hoping and praying that maybe it would rip or something would go wrong before it slid past his face. "Ok stand please," said Tracey sliding the bodice down past his midsection as he stood up and then leaning down tugging on the skirt. She twisted it ever so carefully straightening it in the middle and then took a few moments on each side adjusting the big puffy sleeves near his shoulders. Just the sound of the zipper was almost too eerie to take once she spun him away from her as suddenly any fleeting hope he had was gone as she snapped the clasps near his first vertebrae. Her touch near his bicep as she pulled down the short sleeves to cover his firm muscles was enough to make him feel physically ill as his hairless forearms below the huge girly sleeve suddenly looked so feminine. Even worse now was her sticking her fingers inside the v-neck of the costume yanking up his fleshy chest as much as she good as the end result of him looking down seeing himself with some decent cleavage boggled his mind. "Sit back down gingerly please. You ok?" grinned Tracey as he sat back on the bed. "Not really," whined Jonah as she lifted the back of his skirt as he sat feeling like he was going to dry heave. "I feel sick Tracey." "You do look a little pale.. or should I say more snowy white," teased Tracey enjoying his angst. "Maybe I should add some more blush and you'll get your color back." "Not funny," groaned Jonah. "I'm so glad you're enjoying all this." "I am but I won't be if I have to iron that skirt again," said Tracey as she took a bedsheet covering his costume and then clipping it around his neck. "Now sit still and let's finish so I can get myself ready." "Now what?" moaned Jonah as at least he didn't have to see his costume as it was concealed under the sheet. "You kidding? There's still plenty to do!" said Tracey opening a red polish. "Just rest your hand outstretched on the towel nice and still while I paint your nails. Now you're at least getting a feel of how much I do to look good for you." He was the princess in waiting now and he knew it watching as her every stroke of polish colored in nail after nail. It was strange as he soon sat with both palms down on towel on each side as quickly she had painted his nails. When she finished the second hand she recoated the first until she had doubled coated each side. She then took a pink can from her bag shaking it and quickly the aerosol nail dryer spray wisped across his fingers drying the tacky polish. He sat as still as he could as she took the towel from his hair now and then he watched her fill her palm with some mousse from a purple can. He had normally wore his hair slicked back tightly with gel so he was used to having it filled with some product as she worked it in except certainly not with this girly Aussie scent. She wiped her hands with a towel and then took a comb creating a middle part before brushing down through all his hair on each side. He didn't have long hair as he kept it neatly just above his collar yet like a lot of metro styles the top was much longer than the shorter sides. One thing he was not used to was it being combed over his ears as it was normally slicked behind them and he wore it partless. "You kidding?" said Jonah as his senses perked right up seeing her take a long thin scissor from her case. "I just got my hair cut like three weeks ago and what could you possibly thinking here?" "No it was like maybe seven as remember I was with you and I'm pretty sure I paid?" said Tracey lifting his chin and sectioning his hair with her fingers on the left. "All I'm doing is a little trimming and shaping anyway because obviously we didn't go through all this for you to wreck it without appropriate hair." "Stop," cried Jonah pushing to get up. "That's not funny. Didn't this costume come with a wig? You'll fuck up my hair?" "Fuck up your nails and I'll kill you! Stay seated," said Tracey annoyed pushing back at his shoulders. "You placed the order not me and obviously you didn't order one. Snow White's got short hair anyway and I would have cut my hair if I thought I needed to in order to pull off the look but certainly things aren't as any of us planned." "This party means that much to you that you were thinking of cutting your hair," grumbled Jonah surprised. "You know I hate how much I despise that idea every time you've brought up the subject of getting some stupid Hollywood type short cut. I like long hair on my women." "Your women?" shouted Tracey agitated as she took both of her hands to the sides of his head straitening it to face forward. "You know how about we concentrate on the task at hand because right now like it or not guess what?....you're MY woman and MY woman's hair needs work!" "Tracey come on," grumbled Jonah as she combed through the sides quickly now pissed off. "I didn't mean it exactly that way." "We both know exactly how you meant it so please just don't say another word before I totally lose it!" said Tracey combing some of his hair forward and twisting in a clip at his forehead. "I didn't spend fifteen dollars on hair dye for your hair to not look the part so chin up and shut the fuck up so I can work. Now does my woman have a problem with that?" "Shit.... No problem," mumbled Jonah as she was ready to kill him adding some clips sectioning as he looked down avoiding eye contact. "Just go easy please." "Doing hair is not easy when we're limited like we are here but I'm only trimming what I need to," Scolded Tracey stepping back now with scissor in hand. "Would it be easier shaping a pretty wig of course but that's not the what I have to deal with out the moment and easy really isn't the issue is it?" "I guess not," sulked Jonah. "Good! So are you done complaining now so I can do what I need to do?" said Tracey sipping her face and forcing eye contact. "Yes, I'm done," gulped Jonah defeated. "That's better! Chin up, face straight ahead and don't move please," said Tracey as she pinched her fingers horizontally near his left ear before he felt the blade of the scissor just beneath his the ear and then heard it sheer straight across. "You can get it re-shaped when you get home but tonight like it or not you're getting a princess cut." She then turned her attention to the right side as again he felt the scissor on a flat horizontal angle just as it was on the other side before sheering through his locks. She couldn't have cut much as he glanced down seeing only small scraps of hair rolled down the sheet as she pushed his chin downward and combed in the back. She sat behind him on the bed now as he felt the scissor horizontally across the nape of his neck trimming straight across. There was certainly much more trimming at the back of his head as she lifted and trimmed constantly tugging at even the shortest of sections just above where his collar would normally be but that wasn't even too different than the length he normally wore. Oddly he felt a little shaving on the right and then the left sides of his neck and then felt her blow on each side as he noticed the little strays slide down the sheet. When she seemed satisfied she again lifted his chin and switched on her blow dryer brushing through the sides and back as quickly the dampness was gone from his short hair. Ever the perfectionist she snipped hre and there after she dried it and then finally put down the scissors looking back into his eyes nodding. Even annoyed with all this he figured there wasn't too much damage she could actually do anyway as he sat trying not to stir up any more battles until she took the clip for his forehead. He immediately had a bad feeling as the hair tumbled down covering his eyes and then tired picturing Snow White's cartoon image in his head. All he had thought about previously when he ordered the costume was seeing her skimpy sexy image until suddenly she began combing the hair straight down in front of his face and he saw her fingers pinch it across horizontally. Even after their spat it was an anxious moment he wanted to object to but before he could utter a sound the cold stainless steel blade appeared beneath her fingers and the sheering sound partially cleared that fuzzy image. It was an image that now only added to his angst as he watched long strands of his hair slide past his chin as she brushed his new long bangs over and over across his eyes. "Holy shit Tracey," mumbled Jonah continually blinking as Tracey ignored his little spew inspecting her work and parting them out of his eyes with her fingers work. "Oh stop, they'll be perfect once I finish them. I just had to get rid of the long sections first. Close your eyes and don't fidget or they'll be crooked," said Tracey lifting his chin just a bit. "You can always go shorter so I was just trying to see how the length would be on you and they're already really cute. Now be still." She again brushed over and over through his bangs and then he felt the blade being positioned over the bridge of his nose. It was so demeaning hearing them slice through his hair just below eyebrow level from left to right as he could felt the little clipping on his cheeks as she sheered across his forehead. She took some time making some more small adjustments and then she allowed him to open his eyes. There would be nothing to deter her from creating the Snow White image she worked diligently to make as perfect as she could before turning on her hair dryer and removing any remaining moisture from the front. With a round brush she rolled over the ends on all sides and then took a moment to plug in her flat iron. While she waited for it to heat up, she wisped the trimmings from the sheet and then proceeded to clear coat his nails. She took the aerosol dryer spray setting the polish and then lifted them up checking the varnish. "Keep them extended while I finish your hair and I'll check them once I get dressed," said Tracey all business now as she slid her flat iron down each section. "Maybe fifteen minutes and then we're out the door. Understood?" He was silent sitting defeated as she circled him flat ironing his new little haircut. She alternated pulling it straight through with slowly twisting and turning some sections. It was like she was looking through him as she lifted and pulled through his hair horizontally in the front as any eye contact he was attempting to make just seemed not to click as he started up at her working. Her focus was on making minute adjustments with her scissors as the trimming tickled his nose and down his neckline. When finally she put it down again she took her blow dryer switching it on low as she softly blew away the tiny clippings and then picked at certain sections of his hair with her fingers. When she stepped back, she ripped open a small package as he watched her take the pearl earrings from their cardboard and then exchange them for his little chip studs. She tossed the large costume box aside now taking out the last two items, a shoe box and something he assumed to be delicate wrapped in tissue paper. His toes trembled as she knelt sliding the shoe over his stockinged feet and then he felt his heel fit perfectly inside. Immediately he knew it was nothing like any shoe he had ever been in before as she placed it down on the floor and he felt his foot at an odd angle. She then stretched the strap across his foot below his ankle and secured the buckle as he gulped fretfully knowing he was in an elevated heel. Once the other shoe was on she stood unwrapping the tissue paper as he got a good look at his shimmery red bow. It was so demoralizing as she seemed so excited by it as she swiftly stretched open the headband almost excitedly sliding it onto his head. Beneath it were a series of little combs that scratched through his hair against his scalp as she removed and reinserted it at least 3 or 4 times debating its exact positioning. Finally, once she had it exactly where she wanted it she dug in her fingers and a series of little combs snapped across his head beneath the band. With everything settled in its placement now she fussed and re-brushed his hair in a few places one last time before twisting in her flat iron on the each side and then stepped back admiring her work. "Oh my gawdddd! Holy Shiiitt!" sighed Tracey half covering her mouth and nodding. "Ok let me hurry and change." "You kidding!" swallowed Jonah. "That bad. Like people will laugh at me the whole night bad?" "No honey.. Like holy even better than I thought," smirked Tracey. "You're completely adorable." Just in an instant now he knew it was over as right before his very eyes she matter of factly stripped over her robe. It was pretty sickening to watch his girlfriend change into men's clothes as it barely took a minute to pull on socks, slacks and the fancy jacket. She leaned down tying her polished shoes and then come his way only to dig into her makeup case. She'd be putting on nothing though as instead she took wipes to her face removing every last stich and then it was pretty disturbing hearing each snip as she clipped her nails short after wiping away the polish. She could see the look of disgust on his face which only made her more determined as she approached him taking twisting her hair into a low pony and tying it. She took some pins from the case twisting her hair into a bun and pushed in the bobbies. She then shook her hairspray can first saturating Jonah's head almost gagging him and then turned pointing it towards her own. "Give me a minute and we're gone," said Tracey paced like a caged animal as he curiously looked at her. "You know what after all this shit today. Fuck it!" His eyes bugged as she took her scissor from the bed and then without hesitation pulled the bobbie pins from her hair releasing the bun. She then positioned the scissors between her fingers and then closed her eyes grimacing as she lifted them upward. "Don't Tracey," started Jonah half jumping up as she held out her auburn pony and ignored his every word quickly sheering it off into her hand. "Sit the fuck down princess," she said as he could see her getting emotional as she took two deep breaths before giving him the look of a woman in charge. "Fuck up those nails and I'll kill you." Ever so slowly Jonah fanned out his finger and placed his palms right back where she had placed them. Regardless of how much he had objected it mattered no more as there she was holding the long locks in her hand as it was of course too late to challenge her now anyway. She stomped over to the bed grabbing the mousse and a brush before rushing into the bathroom with her sheers demonstrative yet unwavering. He was cringing with every snip but within about two minutes she emerged with a manly short side parted cut gelled back looking ready to go as she stood for a moment trying to play the part with her hands on her hips. "So it's time my princess," teased Tracey playfully bowing and then checking Jonah's nails. "We're both as ready as we'll ever be and we're already about ten minutes late so let's go make our grand entrance." "This is insane Tracey," yelped Jonah as she untied his cape removing it. "Look at us. We're freaks and you destroyed your gorgeous red hair." "No it's liberating honestly and it just looks darker from all the hairspray and colored mousse," said Tracey seemingly ecstatic. "And it's San Francisco my love. We'll fit in without a blink. Now come on we'll be at least a half hour late by the time we get there." Quickly Tracey filled her pockets with some small cosmetics, a few items from her wallet and tossed her purse on the night stand. He couldn't believe how quickly all this had happened as she took his hand and he gingerly took some steps not used to his shoes. He was ready to shit his pants when the hotel door closed behind them as suddenly the Halloween role reversal was in full swing as he was the girl being led down the hall by the hand without a room key, a dollar or even the faintest idea how he agreed to all this. "Oh my gawwwwd!" yelped Tracey turning after she pushed the elevator button. "I can't believe I'm finally going to this event. This is so exciting!" "For you not me," mumbled Jonah barely able to look at the fuzzy reflection in the steel elevator door. "Please Jonah! You know I've been dying to go to this for years," said Tracey checking her plastered back hair. "But I haven't and look at me," moaned Jonah annoyed. "Please, don't ruin this for me Jonah. Everything has been hard enough between us lately. We both know that," said Tracey squeezing his hand. "I've done a millions things for you that you know I hated and never said a word. I just went along like the good little girlfriend and I'm sorry.... But now it's finally your turn and you look incredible so enjoy it please! I'm begging you! Turn and look how amazing we look together." She swiveled him around facing away from the elevator forcing him to stare at them together in the large hallway. He stood like a deer in headlights unable to even utter a word as there they were the prince and the princess holding hands as the elevator bell softly dinged a few times as he knew it was rising up to them. A mere ten seconds while they waited was all it took to etch the picture of himself in his mind as there he stood the leggy princess hovering a good six inches over his stately looking prince. Just the gleam in her eye when she looked at him actually made him feel like quite the jerk for giving her a hard time as he knew their relationship was topsy turvy at best lately. Yet it was impossible to accept that she was dragging him out like this especially without an ounce of apprehension. She had such soft features that he doubted anyone would mistake her for a boy at all in her costume but it was hard not to focus on how she had wrecked her beautiful hair. Being the consummate fashionista with a strand normally never out of place and now out with not a stich of makeup, it was completely out of character seeing her trying to portray this regal manly character. Aside from being in her workout clothes, he couldn't remember her even with her hair pulled back in a pony and never before could her think of her without long polished nails or earrings. In some strange way she was even more out of character than he was. As she twisted her neck just a touch, it was sickening to see a flat tapered cut across the back of her head above her collar and in the front a side part with the rest slicked back made it seem even worse. Exactly how short the top was he couldn't really tell but what he did know was that he'd soon have a girlfriend with at best a super cropped pixie. Even if her trying to be boyish wasn't exactly that convincing, her high end garment-quality costume certainly said otherwise. There she was next to him as Prince Charming in winter white military style jacket with attached gold tasseled ornamental shoulder epaulets. Across the fairy tale jacket's front a thick elaborate sash streamed from his right shoulder on an angle to his left hip gleaming in a shiny satin gold before fading beneath a thin military belt. At the left chest two extravagant service metals hung like badges of honor and the cuffs of the hip length jacket were also matching gold. On his legs were pleated burgundy slacks and completing the ensemble on his feet were polished black wingtip laced shoes. He had obviously never dreamed he'd be out with anyone dressed like this yet as scary as her ensemble was it paled in comparison with what he'd be wearing tonight. Even though he knew he had carefully selected and purchased the deluxe sexy Snow White Costume , he still couldn't accept that he was the one it fit so perfectly and not her. Yet there he was looking extremely provocative in the risqu? short velvet and satin costume that had been reengineered from Snow White's classic ball gown into something the princess could easily be ravished in. The traditional Snow White look though was still unmistakable with classic embroidered jeweled trim everywhere and organza puff blue sleeves. The red satin ribbon overlay also still twisted down the front of the tapered blue sequin bodice but of course the long canary ball room skirt had been replaced with a yellow crinoline short mini immediately drawing in the eye on his legs. Adding a girly touch was the red satin oversized back bow dressing it up and certainly now the perfect little stuffed mounds molded the costume beautifully showing just enough cleavage to not let anyone miss them. On his legs thigh high ivory stockings were decorated with a little red bow on the front and back of each leg at their mid-thigh hem revealing still quite a bit of his smooth quad beneath the super short frilly skirt. Just staring at his costume almost made him forget that just walking would be a bit of a challenge in his round toed black Mary Jane style pumps. The shoes had a two and ? inch heel and a dainty strap buckled beneath his ankle assuring that in these fairly low pumps there'd be no chance he's be running off. Even after he examined every inch of his costume he still had to practically pinch himself to confirm it was really him plastered under his makeup and sporting a chic girl's cut. She had certainly made sure he dazzled any onlooker as his cherry crimson red lips popped in contrast to his smooth pale complexion under a wet shine high gloss. Rosy cheeks and soft pink shadows acted as ideal accessories as his thin dark liner and fan like lashes wonderfully complimented his stunning smile. But full red lips were something that could be easily wiped away when the night was over yet from the looks of things without settling for a tight crew cut his new hairdo was a bit more permanent. He lifted his manicured red fingers feeling the layers slightly stacked at the nape of his new adorable bob. It was of the sleek page boy variety as the sides where cut precisely at chin level before tapering off only once they reached the back of his head. In a way he was amazed that she could actually take his own boring boy locks and make it into an unmistakable Snow White bob but it certainly was far from amusing that she took liberty sheering the front into such prissy bangs. The bangs were parted just a touch curving away from each other in the middle and behind them on the sides his hair had just the slightest wave to it. Why didn't he order her a wig or why did she even have to take it this far were the infuriating thoughts that raced through his mind but none of that really mattered as he patted his hair and fumbled with his bangs knowing they were going nowhere. "Leave it. It's so pretty on you," Grinned Tracey pulling down his wrist and finger combing his bangs herself. "It's a precision cut and even fiddling with you really can't mess it up much anyway. Between the shaping and all the hairspray you can pretty much shake your head and it'll pop right back into place anyway." "Fabulous?" groaned Jonah feeling exceedingly helpless noticing the pearl studs in his ears. "It is right? I'm so glad we finally agree on something?" teased Tracey kissing his cheek. "I'm so proud of myself that it came out even more adorable than I could have imagined but you fuss too much you'll loosen the bow and then you'll look a wreck." "Yeah, we wouldn't want that?" said Jonah softly shaking his head side to side and realizing his hair just swayed slightly and went right back in place. "No we wouldn't after you picked out such a darling bow my princess," said Tracey checking his bow. "It is so damn cute on you so aren't you glad you picked the really big shinny one. Plus these clips are in there good so I think it's going nowhere on my lovely little girly girl!" He just felt like crawling under a rock now as it was so emasculating thinking nothing makes a girl seem more precious than cute little bangs yet she becomes even more dainty once you add that special bow to her hair. From the neck down he was dressed in the most sensuous manner yet his face and hair gave him that Disney innocence of a blossoming young lady, all of which scared him half to death. The big beautiful satin bow that sat atop his head acted like the finishing touch to her artwork as its attached headband was mostly covered by his hair. There he was the girl that was the sporting the lovely red ribbon as the elevator dinged much louder this time as he cowered knowing the doors were about to open. "Oh finally! That seemed like forever," said Tracey excitedly as she looped her arm through his and turned taking a few steps towards the door. "Now come it's time we get to the ball." He was scared shitless as they stepped in riding alone until they reached the first floor. When it opened, it was like he was being paraded across lobby for all eyes to see as she was almost marching with him as he clung to her forearm as eye candy. When they exited the glass lobby doors the breeze was almost dizzying as he got his first taste of being hairless in the San Francisco evening cold as just waiting on the short cab line was enough to chill him down to the bone. He hadn't run a step yet felt out of breath when the car door closed happily snuggling in with Tracey and they were off to the party. Darkness outside and a cabbie who spoke little English made it an easy ride and within ten minutes Tracey was never more overjoyed as they arrived at the party she had yearned to attend. "Good evening, Tracey Timmons as Prince Charming and my date the lovely Jonah as Snow White," smirked Tracey ever so seriously as she checked them in at the door and handed in their tickets. Not a negative word was uttered by the gentlemen at the desk as he checked their IDs glancing at each of them without emotion and then stamped their hands. "I'll assume you've read the code of conduct policies and please make sure to abide to them at all time," said the attendant. "Please sign your full name here Mr. Charming and here for you Miss White. Real name first next to my mark and character name next to it please." "Thank you sir," said Tracey politely as it was just par for the course as Jonah signed on the little next to Miss and then filled in his character. "Last reminder that from this point forward you must stay in character at all times please and a copy of both the photo and conduct waivers have been emailed to your phones," said the attendant as he opened the velvet robe allowing them inside. "Enjoy the event Prince Tracey and Princess Jonah. Once you reach the end of the hall they'll take your complementary picture and your fairy tale evening will begin." They were finally inside as they walked together as prince and princess down the behind several couples as Jonah went through the motions. There was another Snow White and Prince Charming a few couples ahead of them except she certainly looked much more traditional in the long ballroom gown and had kept her hair long. He wasn't the only one though in a skimpy costume as right in front of them was sexy Cinderella and he noticed behind them was a mermaid who was completely busting out of her clam shells. His best fake smiles were enough as he posed as Tracey's date being photographed in four or five quick poses as a couple and then a few solo. When finally the entered the main ballroom it was like she had won the lotto as it was impossible to wipe the smile away taking in every costume, every decoration and everything the eye could see. He had to admit it was nothing like he had ever seen before as no penny was spared to make it anything less than spectacular. He understood in a way why she had made sure not to miss the slightest detail when making him up as the majority of the prince's and princesses' s were elaborately put together. Certainly nobody there had bought their costumes at Wallmart as she pranced him proudly from room to room before finally they stopped for a drink. After two drinks they danced ballroom style kind of awkwardly as he had no gown to swing around like some others and even more so that all he really knew how to do was follow her lead anyway. For this instance it was better that he was the princess not really knowing this style of dance and at this point two hours into the evening all he was doing was counting down the seconds in his mind until finally his night as Snow White would be ending. Every few dances they break for a drink and some oeuvres as he was starving from not eating as he munched down his favorite mini dogs and shrimp on a stick. Tracey did most of the chatting sharing small talk with other couples as she couldn't get enough of every ounce of the festivities. He tried supporting and following along with her every whim as he knew how much she was enjoying this and then did his best at the waltz even though his toes were starting to bark now. He felt sickened when she passed him off to a few other Prince's yet never gripped as gross as it was being held by strange men. She enjoyed her short spurts with other princesses babbling away with every young lady without a care in the world. With every minute of the evening that passed he held his tongue as girls danced together all the time anyway wondering at times if they knew what was under his skirt or in some cases even cared. Even though it was a couple's event he could notice the stray eyes uncomfortably upon him from time to time as he tried not making eye contact instead concentrating on being led as the princess. It was nothing that happened during his dances with others yet he detected a stray touch here and there but even wasn't too sure if it was anything done remotely on purpose. He knew exactly how men think though so when you combine his sultry costume with innocent little princess thing he knew he was just asking for trouble if she switched partners too many more times. As it grew later now he was feeling a bit buzzed himself as was Tracey as she spotted the chance to dance with her favorite fellow redhead Ariel. It was Prince Eric though when she switched that made him know this would have to soon have to stop as he felt a wet touch at his neck as he looked over watching Tracey. He turned revolted making eye contact with Prince Eric realizing he may have softly kissed his neck immediate smelling the scotch on his breath. He swiveled his face attempting to back away only to be held tighter and lifted into his arms. He almost shit his pants feeling his heels leave the floor and his skirt ride up past his hips as he felt the Prince's rock hard member push at his panties under his crotch realizing it was pressing through his trousers in any area where the average girl's vagina would be and instead pressed up at his tucked member. It was all reaction pushing away as he stumbled back landing on his heels without falling and quickly tugging his skirt down. He gave Prince Eric a look that would kill and then promptly cut back in on Tracey rejoining her to dance. For the first time all evening he took the lead gracefully dancing in the other direction and stopped when she seemingly got annoyed that he had tried taking some control. "I'm the prince this evening. The entire evening," said Tracey looking him straight in the eye. "Don't ruin this now after how far we've come tonight please." "But Tracey! You don't understand," started Jonah. "What was that my princess?" interrupted Tracey. "I won't ruin anything my prince," smirked Jonah leaning back and curtseying as quickly he backed down. "That's better. I've been waiting all night for that my princess," said Tracey leaning in and initiating a soft slow kiss. Even brief it felt nice as she gazed in his eyes yet it was a welcome emotion as he hoped they were past any uncomfortable issues that had arisen. It seemed special as she gazed at him for a moment after breaking the kiss and the reached down taking his hand as he expected to lock fingers. Instead she reached into her pocket and then he felt something hard and cylinder in his palm as he looked down grasping the tube of lip gloss. "Go freshen up while I get some air ok," said Tracey getting emotional as she took a handkerchief from her pocket wiping his lipstick from her lips. "I need a minute please." "You ok?" said Jonah concerned. "Just go," said Tracey stuffing a mascara wand in his other hand and turning and walking away. Jonah had seen that disconcerting look before but he thought he had done everything she had asked under the strangest circumstances to make the evening everything it possibly could be. He hesitated when he finally got to the rest rooms unsure of exactly which one he should use as he stopped right in the middle. He looked left and then right until he noticed a woman casually holding the door for him and then hurried inside. He quickly entered a stall trying to act casual but once he heard the water running quickly pulled down his panties. He sat ever so ladylike yet pied like a racehorse urinating away hours of anxiety and a gallon of alcohol. He sat for a minute composing himself until the room went silent and then stood tucking himself as best he could. Either way nothing would show under the poufy short skirt and no way would he put himself in another unenviable position with a strange prince. He opened the stall approaching the mirror as certainly to him nothing looked a rye. He took a minute pressing the wand to all his lashes but really saw no change except when he freshened his lips as they again popped from his face. Even after all the dancing his hair hadn't changed and the bow still felt tightly snapped in. He felt even sexier after his little buzz wiggling his hips in the mirror looking more like a teenager teasing the boys as he parted his bangs watching his skirt sway. That though he hoped would be completely opposite of his impression to Tracey as he yearned she was past her emotions and they could finish off the night with her feeling the same ecstatic mood she arrived with. He had at least impressed himself that he had made it the entire night so far staying in character as he wandered back to the ballroom area. After searching a bit there she was awaiting him at a small elevated table just outside the dance floor with a drink for each of them as he approached. "Hey," smiled Tracey looking him over stirring her drink. "You still look amazing and I told you your hair would hold up perfectly." "Thanks, I guess? Certainly you know your shit when it comes to beauty?" said Jonah wondering where she was going with her compliment. "And regardless of how this all went down tonight I'm glad you seemed to really enjoy this more than I could have imagined." 'That's because it was even better than I imagined," said Tracey smiling as she looked him right in the eye. "Regardless of what costume I was in I got to experience at least a little bit of fairy tale I had heard so much about. Strange as this may have been for you it was a dream come true for me." "I'm glad," said Jonah sipping his drink. "Good let's dance then my princess," said Tracey taking his hand as they stepped right out on the dance floor. "So that the clock's about to strike midnight but before it does I want to ask you something." "Sure," said Jonah as they danced. "But before I do promise you won't lie to me or humor me because that'll just make all this worse," said Tracey looking right into his eyes. "Sure, why would I lie to you honey," said Jonah. "I love you." "Well I thought you did but somehow things strayed a little and so did you of course," said Tracey. "What do you mean?" whined Jonah. "I asked you not to lie so please don't insult me by denying all those shanks you've done behind my back. I'm not stupid you know," said Tracey matter of factly. "But we need to get everything out on the open and maybe we can move past it if there's really still some love left in my princess." "Look at me ..... would I do this if I didn't love you?" said Jonah. "Those things were just drunken stupors. They were accidents just like tonight." "But what about tomorrow when you have dinner with my family?" said Tracey. "With my brother that you can't stop calling a fag or a fruitcake. I'd need you to behave and not divide us. To embrace his lifestyle and be kind to his boyfriend." "Uuuhhh... that again?" whined Jonah rolling his eyes. "Fine I'll be tolerant and try to hold my tongue. I will.... I promise." "See that's not good enough anymore," said Tracey looking right through him. "I want more than that! I was hoping tonight would open your eyes a little. Maybe help you to see that all people are wonderful regardless of what they wear or who they like. I was hoping that getting in touch with your feminine side would bring out the best in you that I know is in there somewhere." "What the hell are you saying here Tracey," cried Jonah getting upset. "You know exactly what I'm say," said Tracey as her eyes began to look watery. "I was hoping really being a woman for a change would make you more of a man." "I thought all this was an accident! Holy shit!!!!!....Are you saying that was all a lie? That you did this to me to get back at me?" said Jonah stunned starting to tremble with anger as all he see was the tiers of his skirt jiggling. "Holy shit Tracey. Please tell that's not what you're saying?" "I'm saying my family means everything to me and if we are going to move forward even one more step that I need you to change even if we start by at least you bending a little. You know I planned this trip for the party but being able to see my brother while we were out here made it all the more special. What I really left out was that my brother got engaged to a wonderful person who happens to work as a drag queen for a living and spends a great deal of his life time cross dressed. I'm not sure what he'll be wearing to dinner tomorrow but the last thing I can have is you making him uncomfortable," said Tracey squeezing his shoulders hoping he'd understand. "Plus what I'm also saying is that yes I switched the sizes hoping you'd do this for me and you did. Now if you forgive me for my little white lie tonight then I'll push aside all times you cheated on me and we'll move forward because I do still care about you. How about we start there and don't get angry.... Could you do that?" "I guess," said Jonah still a bit stunned. "Good but no matter what I'll still need to see change in you. I saw some tonight but certainly that won't be enough if we're to have a civil dinner with my brother and his fianc?e tomorrow night like family," said Tracey feeling a sense of relief for a moment. "I was actually pleasantly surprised how well you did playing the part and even not freaking out dancing with a few other princes or when a few guys checked you out thinking you were really a girl." "That's not funny," grumbled Jonah trying not to lose his cool. "I'm sure most of them knew I was a guy and I saw quite a few other couples that were switched like us." "Yeah but none of them were as cute as you," said Tracey pecking a kiss on him trying to keep him calm. "And I'm not so sure they all did but that's the thing I'm talking about honey. It really doesn't matter right? It's about tolerance and once you got comfortable you embraced your feminine side so beautifully." "What did you think making me wear a girls costume for one night would make me more tolerant?" Moaned Jonah trying not to get angry. "Didn't you even consider that just might get me pissed off?" "Well no honestly I didn't! It's Halloween remember," said Tracey nodding. "You see I thought things seemed to be going so well that maybe you'd consider doing this again only of course in a more traditional way next time. The next Disney event like this is even bigger just before th