Fifty Years of Halloween Costumes
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How Halloween Became My Favorite Holiday!
When Joyce told me all the husbands were dressing up for the
Halloween ball, I said okay. I wasn't too keen on a costume. Costumes
were for kids. But she was so impressed with her new Bridge Club. And
when she told me about the good things they did for the community, I
didn't want to say no.
I asked her what she had in mind for a costume.
She told me to just wait until I saw it. She pulled out a ball gown
from a fancy box. It was a dark purple, low cut, very shiny, and
quite attractive.
I thought it was beautiful and knew that my wife would look great.
"Wow, I can't wait to see you in that."
Joyce laughed. "Me? Oh, no, Arthur, this is what you're going to
wear."
I shook my head. "You've got to be kidding. I don't dress up like
that. I especially won't do that in front of strangers."
I learned never to say never to a strong-willed woman.
Two weeks later, I sat in her salon and watched as one operator
attached extensions to my hair and another carefully glued acrylic
nails over my own.
After the lengthy process of tinting the extensions to match my own
color, I watched as my new long hair was cut and shaped. It was
fascinating. It was also a struggle for me not to complain.
After all, I created this problem. I had told my wife that I wasn't
about to do this because I wouldn't make a fool of myself. I wouldn't
be laughed at looking like some foolish clown who dressed up in
women's clothing. And I knew she couldn't make me look like a real
woman.
My lovely wife agreed that making a fool of myself wasn't in the
plans. "If we can't do this right, I agree not to do it at all."
Then, why was I sitting here being fussed over for hours on a Friday
afternoon instead of being out on the golf course? Well, my wife
promised me that the disguise was going to be a great one and if it
wasn't then I could have anything I wanted from her until Christmas.
So I gave it a try. I had nothing to lose. After all, to be king of
my domain until Christmas, having my wife at my beck and call, doing
anything and all I desired? Who could say no?
I watched as the operator set my hair. Then she turned to me and
said, "We're going to start on your face next."
I watched as she rubbed something over my lips. It was some sort of
cream, and then my lips went numb. She rubbed more of the cream on my
chin and then under my eyes around my cheeks.
Before long, my face was stone, cold and I couldn't feel a thing. The
last touch she did was to rub the last of the cream on my earlobes.
I don't know where the needles came from. Maybe it was the two
glasses of wine or the pills my wife had given me, but I sat there
and watched as the operator injected something directly into my lips.
"Collagen, perfectly harmless and the effects will be gone before you
know it." She smiled and continued to push more needles into my face.
Fascinating, I thought. I didn't feel anything. I think I must have
dozed off because when I came around, there was a different face
staring at me.
"We went ahead and started on your makeup, Mr. Franklin. This is just
what your wife wanted us to do."
I had never seen makeup applied like this. They were using an air gun
that sprayed on thin coats of color all over my face. I tried to talk
and found that my lips were swollen and it was hard to speak. My
voice surprised me. It was higher and came out like a squeak.
"What's happened to me? What have you done?"
The operator smiled. "We've injected some collagen and tightened your
vocal cords with a little nitrogen. Nothing permanent, just
temporary, but you will sound as cute as you look."
I tried to talk, and she assured me that my voice would stabilize in
a few hours and that I'd get used to my lips and talking long before
that. She was right. I was able to talk eventually without lisping.
After they put the finishing touches on my face, they sprayed a
sealer on. "It's all organic. It helps the vegetable dyes sink deep
into your skin under the pores, almost like a tattoo but nowhere near
as deep or permanent. You'll be able to wash your face in an hour and
not disturb any of our work."
I was amazed. Joyce was right. With my large pouty lips and more
pronounced chin and cheeks, I did look a lot less like me and a lot
more like a woman.
I stumbled when they helped me from the chair. Someone handed me
another glass of wine, and I had trouble holding it. Those long
fingernails would take some getting used to.
I was led down a hall where a beautiful woman helped me take my
clothes off. It was strange just how relaxed I was standing naked in
front of a stranger.
I lay down on a table while a machine was pulled out and aimed at my
body. Slowly, the hum of the machine and the warmth of the room sent
me back into a slumber.
When I awoke, I felt someone pushing on my skin. I was turned over
and felt something wet and warm against my cheeks. I opened my eyes
and tried to move. I heard a voice telling me to hold still for one
more minute until the glue had dried.
"Glue?"
"Sure, Mr. Franklin We can't attach the pads without glue, and it
won't work if you move."
I did my best to lie still. I was told that I could sit up and when I
did, I got a surprise.
I had breasts! I looked down and was surprised to see that they
formed a seamless seal on my chest, which was now completely
hairless. "How'd you do that?" I was pointing at the two melons
pointing outwards from my body.
"These are silicone, and the adhesive melts very nicely to your skin.
We used a laser and a mild defoliant to remove your body hair. Don't
worry; it's all very safe. Nothing will affect your vital stuff."
I was shocked to feel her reach between my legs and fondle my cock. I
had no trouble getting hard, almost too hard and way too quickly.
I moaned and felt myself having an orgasm. I sprayed all over her
hand and arm. I was breathing hard. "Oh, I am sorry! I've never
responded like that before!"
She laughed and told me it was perfectly all right. "We see that
sometimes with the adhesive we use to tack on your new body parts. It
causes certain physical responses that lessen eventually. We suggest
you wait to have sex. You'll find yourself to be too responsive in
the bedroom."
I wiped myself off. It felt like I was sitting on a cushion and when
I looked, I realized that the woman had also attached pads to my hips
and my rear end. "I can't feel my bottom."
"One more treatment and you will. The adhesive has to dry first."
I kept looking down at my chest. My new fake breasts were big and
round, and the nipples were thick and pink. It was surreal.
I was helped up and propped against the wall. Then the same woman
appeared with a sponge and started to cover me with a blue fluid from
head to toe.
"It won't be too uncomfortable for long. As soon as I finish, we will
get you in the lights, and you'll be amazed at what will happen."
I was covered from the neck down with this blue sticky stuff that
felt like honey. I marveled as it soaked into the pads covering my
chest and my rear.
Then, Denise led me to a room used for tanning. She handed me two
tiny eye covers. I placed them on my eyes. "Stand here and close your
eyes. It only takes a few minutes."
I felt the lights get bright and the honey like stuff started to warm
on my skin. After a few minutes, it felt like I was tingly all over,
almost itchy.
"Done, Mr. Franklin You can open your eyes."
I looked down and touched the pads on my chest. The glue seams were
gone, and I could feel sensations through the pads and into my own
skin. It was strange. I rubbed my hand across my bottom, and it
almost felt like I was touching skin.
"You will get more and more sensation as we go along. The silicone is
warming to your touch, and the contact jelly is helping create
hypersensitive nerve endings through the silicone and into your body.
It's all perfectly harmless, but a great technology breakthrough."
"How much is this costing my wife?"
She grinned. "Nothing. The bridge club annual costume ball and
auction not only pay for all of this but sends a great deal of money
to a number of charities."
"Wow. I'm impressed."
So I stood there naked and looked myself over. My mother wouldn't
have recognized me. I had a generous, lush figure attached to my 5'9"
frame. I had high, round breasts with incredible nipples. My rear was
round, and my hips were wide enough to make my waist look small and
nipped.
And my face was incredible. My lips weren't numb anymore, and I could
talk. My voice was higher but sounded perfectly natural for a woman.
I looked in the mirror and was amazed at my makeup and hair. My
tresses fell below my shoulders in thick curls. It was the same light
sandy color of my own hair but seemed to have highlights of gold and
blonde.
"Amazing," I squeaked. I can't believe this is happening. "How many
other guys are you doing this to?"
"All the new women in the Bridge Club volunteer their husbands for
our auction every year. Its part of the fun of the Grand Ball and
that's how the group raises most of their money."
An auction, I thought? What is she talking about? This wasn't the
time or place to ask, and I figured my wife would know the answers
when I got home.
Then it dawned on me. How was I to get home? I couldn't wear my own
clothes! And standing there naked, it was apparent that I'd be hiding
from the neighbors until this was all over tomorrow night.
I looked at the hairdresser. "Am I coming back here on Sunday to get
all this off?"
Denise looked at me strangely. "We aren't open on Sunday."
I figured that I had better call the office and tell them I'd need a
vacation day on Monday. I needed to have all this removed before
anyone saw me at work. My credibility would go right down the tubes.
Guys in drag don't sell commercial construction equipment.
"How am I going to get home? What am I going to wear?"
Denise smiled and led me down the hall. I was hard again. It was
embarrassing, and I was glad no one saw me. What would they think if
they saw some woman with a hard-on and C cup breasts strolling naked
in a salon!
Denise took me into a dressing room and began opening packages. She
showed me how to slide stockings up my smooth legs and how to fasten
a garter belt. She laughed when I tried to get my erection inside a
pair of panties and with a few expert twists of her wrist, I had an
orgasm. I was able to put on panties when I was soft again.
She helped with a cotton bra and then a yellow tee shirt. Even with
the top on, I felt half undressed. Woman's clothing is so much softer
and thinner than men's clothing.
Then she showed me how to fasten a wrap-around skirt, and I was
amazed. No more signs of my male self at all. I was a different
person.
I was getting worried. The pads seemed to be growing more and more
sensitive. I could feel the underwire of the bra cups touching my
skin and my new breasts. I wondered when it would stop.
The hardest part was wearing a pair of slides. Slides are shoes with
no backs and some heel, and it took some careful steps to get out to
the entrance of the salon.
My wife was waiting. She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Beautiful. I was right. No one will recognize you."
I had to agree. I was using my full concentration to walk to the car
and was happy to be driven. I had no desire to get stopped by the
cops and try to explain what was going on.
Then a thought struck me right between the eyes. What was going on?
Why was anyone going so far as to create such an elaborate costume
using all this technology?
I started to question my wife. She giggled.
"I love your voice, and those lips of yours are great."
I pulled down the visor. My lips were big but pretty. I touched them
and was surprised when the pink, glossy lipstick didn't come off on
my finger.
"Don't worry, sweetie. We are going to have a ball tomorrow
practicing for your 'coming out'. You are going to be a real hit. I
am so happy you are going to be a success."
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Joyce was
helping me into the house.
She sat me down in the living room and turned on the television. "You
need to watch this tape."
It was a professionally done sales production. The narrator mentioned
that the Bridge Club of Washington, D.C was the largest contributor
to the Girl's Clubs of the United States. The funds were all raised
through their annual Halloween auction.
I watched as men bid on beautiful women. Thousands of dollars were
raised to help underprivileged girls across the US through this
annual event being held in many cities across the country.
The tape went off, and I turned to my wife. "What's that got to do
with me?"
She giggled. "You were so busy asking me what would happen if you won
the bet, you never asked me what would happen if you lost."
She was right. I was so intent on planning to be the lord of the
household that I never even thought I would lose. But looking at me,
I realized that I had lost the bet.
"What do I have to do?"
Joyce smiled. "You simply have to cooperate."
"By doing what?"
"You're being auctioned off for charity."
"Charity?"
"Uh-huh. We are going to dress you up and then you are going to be
auctioned off for fun to some guy who wins you as his date."
"I have to go out on a date?"
"For fun."
"Who's going to have fun?"
"Silly, it's for a good cause. All the women's husbands have done it
and you will, too. I've heard that some guys understand it's for a
good cause and sign up for it annually."
"But, I don't know how to act! I'll make so many mistakes trying to
act like a woman. I don't want to be laughed at. I hated being
laughed at like I'm a fool.
So, on Saturday, we practiced. I learned to walk and sit. I learned
to gesture with my hands. I reviewed everything I needed to do to be
a date. I was determined to get it right.
That night, the worst thing was discovering that everything was
securely glued on. My makeup was there under my skin and didn't need
to be reapplied. It wouldn't smear or run. It was strange looking at
myself with glossy pink shiny lips and dark mascara and liner and
blush. Looking in the mirror was awkward.
The pads that were glued to my body kept growing more comfortable
every hour. By the time I went to bed, it was hard to tell where the
pads stopped and I started.
The most amazing part was how quickly I was aroused. Those nipples
were sensitive to touch, and all my skin felt like I was on fire. I
loved contact.
Joyce laughed at how hard I got and was amazed at how fast I
recovered. I was getting better controlling my premature ejaculation,
and we were both exhausted after an hour of lovemaking.
After much rehearsal and practice, I was ready to go to the party.
My ball gown was emerald green and showed off my lush cleavage and
seemed to accent my curves very nicely.
I still was a little shaky in heels and had to be careful with each
step. I was used to hearing my voice, and while it still sounded
strange to my ear, my wife assured me that it was lovely.
After brushing my hair and pinning it up, I was ready.
I was surprised when all my wife was wearing was a woman's tuxedo.
She looked pretty in it. Without a shirt, her own cleavage showed
through her lacy bra, and well, you couldn't make a mistake that she
was all woman even in what looked like a man's outfit. It was cut
differently accenting her slim waist, round bottom, and generous
hips.
We took a cab to the convention center. My wife helped me up the
steps, and we entered the lobby. There, my wife kissed me goodbye,
and a woman appeared. She smiled and said to follow her. I was led
off to the back of the stage. I wasn't surprised to see a lot of
lovely women standing around talking, but I was amazed when I
realized that they were all men.
Some of them were obviously old hands at this and were laughing and
talking and having a great time. I was shy and didn't want to say
anything to give away that I really was new and very nervous. The
last thing I needed was for someone to realize who I really was.
It was odd. Each of these men had undergone the same treatment I
endured. All the conversations sounded just like women having a grand
time. They were all beautiful with long flowing tresses, elaborate
makeup, and gorgeous ball gowns.
I was given a sash with a number on it, and someone placed a tiara on
my head. Then, when it was my turn, I was ushered out into the
spotlight and walked around and turned and then the bidding began.
I was amazed at the bids. I swore that my own wife was bidding, too.
I could hear both men and women, and finally, the bidding seemed to
stop at ten thousand dollars! Yeah, someone was bidding ten thousand
dollars for a date with me!
I was led to the back, and then two ushers took me to my seat. I was
introduced to the man who had bid on me, and I smiled. Then when I
saw who it was, I was shocked! Charlie Brooks was one of the owners
of the company where I worked. I had known this guy for years. I
smiled and told him how nice it was to meet him.
He looked at me and laughed. "Don't clown around, Franklin I've met
you on so many occasions that it's not funny. What would you like to
drink?"
Oh my God! I wanted a drink so badly that I would have drunk
anything. My head was spinning. What was going on if my boss was in
on this and had given ten thousand dollars to charity to go out with
me?
I drank a glass of wine and after the second one was shocked when
Charlie Brookes put his hand on my leg. He slid it up my dress and
was touching the top of my stocking where it touched my garter.
"Nice legs, Arthur. Never realized until tonight that you'd make such
a cute broad."
I was frozen in space. I was afraid to make a scene, and well, this
was my boss! Maybe he had too much to drink, and perhaps he was
joking! And who was I to upset the apple cart?
When his hand reached my silk and lace panties, I held his arm. "Uh,
Mr. Brookes..."
"Call me Charlie."
Suddenly his hand had a firm grip on my unit, which was standing at
attention. I was ready to launch thanks to the my body's reaction to
the glue they used to hold my pads in place. "Uh, Charlie, are you
sure you want to be doing that?"
He kissed me hard on the lips. I couldn't pull away because one of
his hands was squeezing my member and the other hand was holding my
neck firmly. I didn't realize how strong he was.
I let him kiss me. I guess it was the wine or maybe all the stuff
glued to me, but his lips felt good on mine. Geez, what was I saying?
I was straining in my panties, and his hand was massaging me, and it
was all I could do was to spread my legs to give it some room.
Charlie continued massaging me and kissing me and the next thing I
know, I was having a small, very intense orgasm into his hand.
I was quivering and leaned against him. It was pretty shocking how
intense it was. I realized that I was leaning my breasts against his
arm and he was cupping them as he started stroking again.
My panties were sticky and wet, and I was dripping down my stockinged
leg. As embarrassed as I was, my body was deserting me. I was ready
again.
I tried to stand, and Charlie helped me up. I told him I needed to
find a bathroom and he was suddenly a gentleman as he helped me up
and out of the room.
I searched the place for my wife, and she was nowhere to be found.
Charlie held the door open for me, and I was surprised when he
followed me into the bathroom locking the door behind us.
I was surprised how hard he kissed me on the lips, pushing me back
against the tile wall. His hands roamed my body, and I moaned, as the
pads seemed to radiate feeling and heat. I spread my legs for
balance.
He lifted my skirts, and his hand found me again. I made a groaning
noise as I started to erupt again.
This time, he levered me back between my legs, and I sprayed all over
my own backside. He still cupped my unit and was rubbing my fluids
against my hole.
I was helpless and held my arms tight around his neck. His fingers
probed my hole and grabbed my bottom.
Suddenly I was lifted up in the air, and I instinctively spread my
legs around his waist. I kissed him and begged him to stop.
Charlie laughed and kissed me back. He reached down and dropped his
pants and pushed me back against the wall.
I felt his hardness probe my rear, and suddenly he slipped into me. I
shuddered with the overwhelming feeling of my body being entered. I
trembled. But, it felt good. I grabbed his neck and sucked hard.
I held him tight as he impaled me and began to pump. It wasn't my
voice that was demanding to be taken but some woman's moaning,
cursing voice that was begging for more.
After he came, I found myself on my knees worshiping his
magnificence. I demanded that he use me doggy style and take me right
there at the sink.
I watched in the large glass mirror as the woman in the satin gown
was being fucked in the rear standing up at the sink. She seemed like
she was having fun.
We did it three more times before we were exhausted. My legs were
shaky as we kissed and shared a cigarette.
My wife never mentioned the chemicals wouldn't dissolve right away.
The pads and the makeup and the hair and nails were with me well
through the holiday season.
I went to work in a dress and was surprised that contractors still
took orders from a beautiful woman. Charlie and I enjoyed our romance
and stole some time each day to ripe off a couple of quickies.
By January, I was able to get out of the costume and resume being
myself. It was a strange sensation to wear my old clothes again.
Joyce and I were much better off for my change in attitude and sexual
orientation. Nothing wrong seemed to come of it. I earned a great
bonus at Christmas, and my job was indeed secure.
And I was looking forward to celebrating Halloween again in the fall.
I had learned that costumes weren't just for children.
Thanks for reading. Just to mention I have a full-length book out on
Amazon called Living My Fantasy:
an erotic transgender story.
It tells the story of a guy who loves reading transgender erotica so
much that his wife helps to change him into a transgender woman who
learns to live out his own fantasies.
There are lots of free chapters to read.
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