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Beware the lady with the cheshire cat grin because something's going to
disappear!
"Hurry up before all the good ones are gone!"
Kassandra gave a final tug on the black dress she had just placed on her
mannequin and stood back to admire her work.
"Kassie, enough already, she looks like she's going to a funeral,"
Persephone giggled. "You spend waaaay too much time on your mannequin."
"Yeah Kass, you'll just be changing it again tomorrow," exclaimed
Appollonia. "We really need to go!"
Kass grabbed her mask and locked the shop up as they hit the streets in
search of a good time and a bad man. Well, Seph and Pol were anyway; Kass
had her own peculiar tastes. She knew it wouldn't take long for her
sisters to find the kind of man they needed, not with their looks. Years
of practice had helped them perfect their little games and there were men
out there only too happy to oblige them. They split up as each had their
own private hunting ground and no poaching was allowed.
Kass headed uptown to a large noisy club, one where a person could get
lost, where no-one would recognize you. Where her type of man would be.
She spent the better part of an hour fending off would-be suitors
attracted by her sexy costume and what it promised. Even the bartender
gave it a try as he plied her with free drinks. But Kass was not to be
deflected from her goal. She surveyed the room with its patrons in all
sorts of costumes. Then she spotted a potential partner. He was stuffed
into a Dallas Cowgirls costume. On closer inspection she rejected him. He
was obviously doing it as a joke with water balloons for breasts and he
hadn't even shaved his chest!
She headed for the second floor gallery where she'd have a better view of
the floor. After the better part of an hour she thought she'd have to
leave and try another club when she saw him. No wonder she'd missed him,
he was standing near the restrooms with his legs crossed unable to decide
which door to use. Kass decided she'd help him resolve his dilemma and
hurried down to his side before he disappeared on her.
"Hi there Alice. Looking for the tea party?" Kass gently linked arms and
felt him shivering. How delightful. It was clear this must have been his
first time out in public. However, it was also clear that it wasn't his
first time dressed as a woman. The shiny legs, the immaculate blond wig
and carefully applied makeup indicated someone who had a lot of practice
behind his bedroom door.
"It looks you need to visit the powder room," said Kass. "I do too. Why
don't you join me?" And she gently steered him into the ladies room. He
was too shocked to react and nearly bowled over a buxom Wonder Woman as
she pointed him towards a stall and went into the one next to him. After
a few moments she left and waited patiently for him to reappear.
The door opened up slowly as he glanced out fearfully. She smiled and
beckoned him to join her in front of the mirror. "See it's not so bad,"
she whispered. "You really look quite nice, especially in the looking
glass." That elicited a shy grin from him.
"First time out isn't it," Kass said as they joined the crowd back
outside. He nodded, still too scared to speak and she wondered how he
ever managed to get himself out the door. They'd hardly taken two steps
into the club when a pair of smug looking guys in a football uniform and
pimp outfit zeroed in on them. Afraid her new-found partner would panic
she grabbed him around the waist and kissed him like a long lost lover.
The two took one look and beat a hasty retreat. Kass know knew where
'Alice" got the courage - out of a bottle. He wasn't drunk but it had
probably taken several drinks before he got up the nerve to come here.
Kass decided to get him out of here before he bolted like a rabbit.
"Come with me. I'm part owner of a women's clothing store and you'll love
it there! And I'd love to try a few things on you."
'Alice' couldn't believe his luck as he allowed himself to be led out to
her car. He must be dreaming.
Kass noted the look on his face and knew she had found the one. That he
needed what she had to offer as much as she needed him. She nearly broke
the sound barrier as she rushed back to the little boutique she and her
sisters owned.
As they entered she noted the signs that said her sisters had come and
gone. They were always faster than she was, but then their prey were
easier to find. Pleased that she wouldn't be rushed she turned on all the
lights and watched his eyes light up as he took in the wonderland around
him.
She led him past the designer gowns, the luscious lingerie, to where her
mannequin stood. Looking at him she said, "I bet that little black dress
would look beautiful on you, it's by Dior."
"Why don't you go in the dressing room and take off that costume and I'll
let you to try it on."
He rushed to comply and after she'd given him a few minutes she slid
inside the dressing room with him. He looked questionably at her when he
saw she had returned empty handed but she quickly put her fingers to his
ruby red lips. "Shhh. Before you get to try on the dress you have to try
me on," and she eased down his panties (Yes! He'd even wore panties) and
slipped him inside her while whispering in his ear, "Tell me how much you
want to be inside me, to be with me." As he reached his climax he mouthed
the words she needed to hear and she orgasmed for the sheer joy of it.
Drained, he slumped back on the bench and she felt his body stiffen - and
not just the one part of it that had so pleased her a moment before.
He looked at her but couldn't get a word out and she took pity on him and
told him her story.
"It was a dark night, exactly this time of year when I and my two sisters
met and called upon Hecate, the goddess of death."
"We were young and vain and wanted to keep our looks and youth. So we
tried to bargain with Hecate. She told us she could only do that if we
were linked so she could experience human emotions. In our vanity we
promised to do whatever it took. Hecate made us draw blood to seal the
deal and a moment later we felt our bodies stiffen into lifelike statues.
We had achieved eternal good looks but only in this suspended state.
Hecate fed upon our emotions of fear, dismay and yearning."
"After a few centuries we were drained, numb, and began to feel much as
if we were the statues our souls were imprisoned within. Then Hecate made
us a second offer as she missed the human feelings we had provided. She'd
provide us with young beautiful bodies on the condition that we provide a
replacement soul before the night was out. If we didn't we'd spend
another century trapped in our statues. We agreed and found ourselves
once again possessors of young, beautiful bodies but only if we could
find replacements. And then Hecate explained the catch, we had to get our
victim to agree to replace us voluntarily by verbally saying they wanted
to be with us and to be inside us. It didn't take a scholar to figure out
we'd never get another woman to say those things but then Appollonia
realized we could get a man to say them. Even though our Greek was
outdated we were able to make ourselves understood in the ways of women
everywhere and soon found willing (but unwitting) volunteers."
"Imagine their surprise when they found themselves trapped within our
statues. Hecate was overjoyed as these new emotions suffused her. And we
couldn't help but intensifying those emotions by teasing the trapped men.
And when the rites of spring came we'd enlist young men to take our
statues out in the sacred woods and there we would strip our statues,
place a mask upon them and then told the young men that they could play a
joke on their friends by sending them to copulate with these lifelike
statues. So their drunken friends would come by and ravage them and the
men trapped inside knew what it was like to be on the receiving end while
Hecate thrived upon their emotions. But after a time the worship of the
old gods died out and the men became numb like we had before them."
"Hecate threatened us with return to the statues unless we found fresh
souls and to keep them from growing stale she made us promise to provide
a new soul every quarter century. Over the years we've found various ways
to do this but when we discovered our statues looked like lifelike
mannequins we stumbled on a way to both make money and keep our statues
close by."
"And that brings me to you 'Alice.' 1984 is a very lucky year for you. My
sisters as usual have quickly found themselves cads and bad boys and
their mannequins now have new residents as you will soon take residence
in mine and get to wear that divine Dior dress. But unlike them I think
you'll learn to enjoy it. I discovered a few centuries ago that certain
men yearned for the touch of women's clothes and a beautiful body to wear
them. So it's off with your little head and welcome to my world. Twenty
five years of being dressed in only the finest of clothes. I pride myself
on giving my statue a new look every day and you will thrill as the silks
and satins engulf your body. And at night I'll use my skills to give you
other more physical thrills."
"My sisters usually allow men to play with their mannequins to heighten
the emotions their trapped souls feel but I've found that joy is stronger
and more lasting emotion - and you WILL enjoy your time with me."
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