A Bride for Halloween (3 page)

"Stay. Please stay. I get lonely in my big bed."

Was I going to argue? Of course not. No man would refuse to share a bed with a hottie like Jenny.

I took off the dress and piece by piece began to remove the trappings of femininity from my body. Eventually, I found myself naked and heaved an internal sigh of relief. Once again, I was man.

"Wear this for me."

Jenny held a frilly black teddy.

"You don’t have any pajamas that are a little more manly?" I asked.

"You can slip into this teddy and sleep with me, or I can kick you out into the hall in your birthday suit. What’s it going to be, tough guy?" she asked.

This sounded like a thinly veiled threat. Being hurled into the hallway buck naked was a sure way to get arrested for indecent exposure, so I acceded to Jenny’s desire.

"OK. All right. You drive a hard bargain, Jenny."

She smiled and I stepped into the teddy. She snapped the crotch and adjusted the shoulder straps for me. The teddy felt very soft. It was definitely more comfortable than any pajamas I have ever worn.

She had me sit down on the stool in front of her vanity and set to work on removing my makeup.

"I’ll use a little bit of curl relaxant on your hair. Your beautiful curls will be gone when you wake up. She sighed wistfully. "You really look cute with curls. It’s a good look for you."

"It would be a good luck for me if I was a girl, you mean."

"Yes, It makes you a very attractive girl" she responded.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms and I slept better than I had in a long time.

The next morning, I magically transformed from Heidi, super-babe, back into Mike, regular guy. My reflection in the mirror looked just a tiny bit strange to me. I hadn’t forgotten that I was a man, but my feminine side had definitely asserted herself in the last day. If I wasn’t careful, I could end up in high heels and lip gloss full time.

"Honey, I have some homework for you" Jenny said.

"Yes?" I replied. "And what, pray tell, might that be?"

"I want you to practice with heels a little more. I’m going to send some training heels along with you. The heel is only inch and half, but it will get you used to the feel."

Jenny held a pair of black pumps with shortish, but narrow, heels.

"Is this really necessary? How hard can it be to walk in heels?"

"You’d be surprised. Just practice walking and try not to break an ankle."

I rolled my eyes and she smiled a mysterious smile - as if she knew something that I didn’t know. She put the heels into the small blue duffel bag at her feet.

"Here’s a pair of pantyhose, too. You need the hose to get a comfortable fit." She tucked the pantyhose into the duffel and walked toward her dresser.

"You don’t want to have a visible panty line, either. You can borrow a few pairs of my panties."

She pulled out three pairs of panties - red, green, and a pink and purple polka-dotted pair.

"You should be all set for panties now. You have my pink pair at your place. Are you still wearing my white ones?"

I blushed and nodded.

"OK. At this rate, I’m going to have to start borrowing panties from you. Just make sure you don’t lose any of them."

I wasn’t sure how Jenny expected me to lose her panties. I wasn’t going to go to a rock concert and throw panties at the drummer.

Jenny brushed the remaining remnants of my curls out of my hair, and sent me on my way. Next week, she said, she would have more accessories on hand and would make me even more feminine. I wasn’t sure what that entailed. I looked forward to next weekend with a mixture of joy and fear. Joy at spending more time with Jenny, and fear of how I would respond when Jenny made me even more feminine.

I followed Jenny’s advice and spent some time walking around in my new black pumps. It was definitely a lot harder than it appeared. I didn’t break my ankle, but I did lose my balance and tumble a few times. The pantyhose felt nice against my legs, and I enjoyed being caressed by Jenny’s panties.

On Saturday, I packed the pumps, pantyhose, and six pairs of panties into the duffel bag. I was wearing the pink satin panties that Jenny had first lent me.

I walked the few short blocks to Jenny’s apartment. I knocked on the door, and she came to the door wearing a gorgeous red dress.

"I have great news, Heidi. Nearly all of the accessories have arrived. We’ll be able to get a lot of work done today. You’ll be a woman all the way down to the skin by the time we’re done."

I wasn’t quite sure what Jenny meant by this. I guess she meant that she had gotten the crinoline, jewelry, and such.

Jenny’s first activity for the day was removal of my body hair. When she was done, my legs and armpits had been shaved, and my body was a smooth as a baby’s behind.

Then Jenny pulled out what appear to be artificial breasts.

"OK, lay on your back for a bit. Don’t worry - the adhesive isn’t permanent."

They definitely were fake breasts. I got the distinct impression that we were very close to the point of no return. Last week had been hair, makeup, and clothes. While it was true that hair, makeup, and clothes had made a tremendous transformation, my body had pretty much remained intact. Gluing breasts on my chest was a whole new ball game.

"Are the breasts really necessary already? We do have a few weeks left before the party."

"We’re going to need all that time to get you properly prepared, Heidi. You need to be a complete woman every weekend if you’re going to be convincing at the party. So, yes, the breasts are necessary already."

I wondered what Jenny meant by "complete woman" and wondered if she wasn’t going overboard a bit on preparing for this party. How many other people were going to spend this much time on their costumes?

But I guess that everyone is fanatical about something, and Halloween costumes seemed to be Jenny’s thing. I relented, and laid on the bed.

Jenny applied adhesive to my left chest. She pressed the breast in place and waited for the adhesive to take effect. She repeated the process on my right side.

"Stay relaxed. I’m going to use some foundation makeup around the area where the breast attaches. If I do it right., it will be impossible to tell that the breasts aren’t real."

Who was going to be close enough to the breasts to be looking to see if they were real? I pushed the thought out of my mind and allowed Jenny to do her thing. It was actually a quite pleasant feel to have her fondling my breasts and working to make them look more real, and I closed my eyes and relaxed.

I felt Jenny remove my panties, and a minute later, I could feel her hand around my penis. It felt as she was trying to make my penis go into some sort of an opening. I opened my eyes to see what she was doing.

When I looked down, I saw what appeared to be a vagina. It looked quite realistic, and Jenny was inserting my penis into something on the back side of it.

If the breasts hadn’t been the point of no return, then surely this was. For the love of Pete, the woman was going to attach a vagina to my body. I had learned early on in life that boys had a penis and girls had a vagina. Where exactly did I fit into the boy/girl mix, then?

"What on earth is that supposed to be" I exclaimed.

"I can’t believe that you’re that innocent. I know that you’ve seen a pussy before."

"You know that’s not what I mean."

"It’s a latex vagina. There’s a slot for your penis so that you can still pee when it’s attached. The advertisement claims that it is possibly to be penetrated when you’re wearing it. For example, if Jeremy from Outback were to pull out his dick, you’d be fully able to accommodate him."

"Isn’t this a little over the top, Jenny? Do you really expect a lot of people to be looking under my skirt? How much money are spending for a chance at this $250 grand prize?"

"It’s not about the money, Heidi. It’s the principle. I want our costumes to be 100% authentic. Not to mention the fact that I am really enjoying bringing out your inner woman."

Oh, great. I had an inner woman, and Jenny was working feverishly to bring it out. My inner man felt threatened.

"I suppose this is too late for me to back out, huh?"

"Yes, it is too late to back out. If you try to leave now, I probably won’t be able to remember where my solvent is. And without the solvent, you’re going to have a real problem getting those breasts lose. Besides, I really don’t think you want to disappoint me, do you?"

I really didn’t want to disappoint Jenny, and I really didn’t want to walk around campus with his 36C breasts, so once again, I relented. This girl really had hold of me. I told myself that this was just a Halloween party, and that it would all be over in just a few short weeks.

But was that really true? I was really starting to feel like Jenny’s Barbie doll. She was thoroughly enjoying getting me all dolled up, and I wasn’t sure that she would be willing to stop after Halloween was over.

And I wasn’t completely sure that I wanted her to stop. I really enjoyed being around Jenny, and sometimes the means justify the ends. And a small part of me, the Heidi in me, really enjoyed being a woman. The thing that concerned me was that the Heidi part of me seemed to be becoming more persuasive.

As I sat there pondering the meaning of it all, Jenny slid my penis into the correct position in the vagina, applied more of the adhesive, and firmly attached the vagina.

As I serenely watch Jenny at work, two phrases kept going through my head. The childhood mantra "Boys have a penis, girls have a vagina" was joined by "I am woman - hear me roar."

"OK, dear. All of your parts are in place. You can get up now."

I got up off the bed and nearly lost my balance. Breasts are heavier than they look.

"Are you under control, Heidi?"

"Under control? No - I’m pretty sure that I’m under your control. But yes, I do have my balance back."

Jenny smiled at me and helped me back into the pink satin panties. She applied some deodorant to my under arms and dabbed me with perfume.

"OK, now let me help you keep those breasts under control."

I expected Jenny to find a matching bra for me. I was a little surprised that she held, instead, a corset.

Jenny laced the corset up. It did a good job of supporting my breasts, which were no longer bounding around freely. And it really didn’t feel all that uncomfortable. However, I suspected that she was going to lace the corset a lot more tightly in the weeks to come.

"OK, we don’t need to worry about the crinoline today. You’re not going to be wearing the wedding gown this weekend.

"Really? Why not?"

"I’m still working on the alterations a bit. And we have plenty of other things to focus our attention on. I hope I haven’t disappointed you too much."

Quite honestly, I did feel a pang of disappointment deep inside me. The Heidi in me had enjoyed being dressed in a fine wedding gown. And I think the Mike in me had enjoyed being tightly trapped inside an exotic piece of clothing, completely helpless and at the mercy of a beautiful woman.

"Today, we see how Miss Heidi looks in pink."

Jenny pulled a pink dress out of her closet.

"For me? Oh you shouldn’t have!"