Halloween 2003

by Jennifer White

  

I was driving to see my girlfriend, and it was Halloween afternoon. I had the radio on, and heard that there was a big pileup on the interstate, so I decided to take the back roads to get there. It was a nice cool fall day, the trees were starting to get bare, and leaves were flying through the air as the chill wind blew.

I passed yet another little town, and continued on. The road twisted and turned as I drove up and down hills, through farmland in the valley, over streams, and into the woods.

Suddenly, my car just died. Damn. I looked at the gas gauge, and it read 1/4 tank. Plenty of gas to reach the next town. The temperature was fine too. I opened the hood, but I couldn't really see anything that was wrong. I checked the oil, and it was fine too. My lights worked, so it wasn't the battery.

No problem, I had a cell phone. I tried and tried, but I couldn't get service out here. Broken down, and no cell phone. Swell.

 

I wondered what to do next. It had been half an hour since my car died, but there had been no traffic on the road. I looked around, and I saw a house high atop a hill. Smoke was coming from the chimney, so I knew there had to be people there. I would go and ask them if I could use their phone.

I started walking up the path which wound up the hill. The tall pine trees were thick, which made the woods very dark, even just off the path. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I saw something move. But when I looked again, there was nothing.

The wind was very cold now, and even the trees did little to stop it. The sky had been sunny and cheery when I was driving, but now great dark clouds had rolled in, billowing up to block out the sun. They were the type that had great up-wellings, and served as heralds of violent weather, as they loomed above me.

Again, I swore I saw something moving in the trees, something large and black. Something feline. My heart beat faster and faster, and I could feel it thumping in my throat. Every fiber of my body told me to turn back, and wait at my car. There was something wrong with this place. Something evil.

I slowly started further forward. Around the corner, the road widened, with the dense pines further off to the side. There was a stand of mighty oak trees, bare of all their leaves. They almost looked like people to me, with their arms held up, the small branches serving as their fingers. They swayed in the wind, and I could hear a low moaning as the air moved across a hollow space in one of them.

What's that! I turned to my left. It was the dark shape again, and I was sure I saw something. I stood and stared, expecting to see the glowing eyes of a great panther. But there was nothing there.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I was tense and nervous, edgier than I should have been. I moved forward again. Up ahead a barbed wire fence started alongside the road. A lone black bird sat on one of the fence posts. He looked at me, cawed, and took off into the air.

I was hit with another blast of icy wind, this one with a fine mist of vapor. It would be raining soon, almost any minute. I had to hurry. The black cat was imagined; the rain was real. I low rumble of thunder in the distance shook the hill. I could *feel* it.

I looked back over my shoulder, to the path that I had come up. It looked much lighter back where I had been. I had no idea how much further it was to the house, if this path even led there. Perhaps I ought to go back.

But the path back looked unfamiliar to me. I felt like I was lost, even though I had been going in a straight line. I looked for footprints, but the wind erased them almost as fast as I stepped forward. I decided that I had no choice but to press on.

I kept going, and I was finally rewarded by seeing the house. It wasn't overly large, but it wasn't exactly a shack. It didn't seem all that well kept up, but there was definitely someone inside. I walked up and knocked on the door, since I didn't see a doorbell anywhere. The boards on the porch creaked as I stood there shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep warm in the suddenly frigid air.

I waited some time, then knocked again. No answer. I wondered if anyone was there or not. I put my hand on the knob, and the door swung open. I could feel the heat from inside. I stepped in.

"You!" cried a woman, and nearly jumped a foot in the air. The door slammed shut behind me, closed I guessed by the wind or the heat rushing out of the house.

The woman was old, perhaps in her 70s. She peered at me, and I felt very uncomfortable. I glanced around, and was very surprised to see that the house itself looked like a palace inside. The floors were polished marble, the walls were covered in fine wallpaper with fancy decorations. The furniture looked like all restored antiques. Amazing!

"You! You ignored all my warnings, and you dare come into my house!" she said.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I'm Hugh. My car broke down and..."

"Yes, I know who you are. You are either very brave, or very foolish young man. Nobody has dared come here in neigh upon twenty years now. The locals know better."

"You've been alone for that long? How do you survive?" I said.

She just smiled, and gave me a look that I could only describe as *wicked*.

"I have been in the need of a new servant. You will do quite nicely" she said.

"I just want to use your phone ma'am" I replied.

"I have no phone. And what you want doesn't matter any longer."

"What do you mean?" I said.

The old woman raised her arms, and began to chant.

 

"I put this curse on thee,

Never to be set free,

The further away you go from me,

The more like me you'll be."

 

I felt another chill go through the air, even though it was warm inside. It was as if it wrapped itself around me, and went through me.

"You are my slave now" she said to me. "You will serve me for all time, unless I decide otherwise."

"That's it, I'm out of here" I said, turning to go.

"I will not stop you young man, but remember the curse. The further you go, the more like me you'll be."

I didn't care for any of this garbage she was saying. Slavery? No way. I was out of here! I walked out the door, and headed to the path. The strange thing was that the sky had cleared, and the icy wind no longer blew. It was a beautiful fall evening.

I started to walk away, but I could hear the words of her curse echo in my ears.

"What in the world did she mean by that?" I said to myself. I didn't care, I wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

 

I kept walking for a ways, but my shoes were feeling uncomfortable. Not that they were too tight, but because they were too loose, and my foot was slipping around inside. I tightened my shoe laces, but I noticed that I was also kind of walking on the cuff of my jeans. I pulled them up, and tightened the belt a notch, which I thought was really strange.

And come to think of it, the cuffs on my shirt were a little long for me too. So I rolled them up. Perhaps they stretched out when I got wet? But that didn't make any sense.

The wind gusted, and I had to move my hair off my face. That's when I knew that something was really wrong. I didn't have long enough hair to have it blow in my face. But I ran my hands through it, and it was definitely longer now, down almost to my shoulder.

I was shorter, but my hair was longer? Impossible. I started to walk again. As I swung my arms at my side, I felt them brush against something unfamiliar. Something on my chest. I almost tore my shirt off unbuttoning it, and looked at myself. I had boobs.

On my chest! Breasts! They weren't huge, but they where definitely there. Like a girl has. I felt a strange tingle between my legs, and I wondered if I was getting shorter, and growing breasts, then what was going on between my legs? I was afraid to look.

I started walking again, and I could swear that as I moved, I kept changing. Was this the old woman's doing? The words she said were that the further I got from her, the more like her I'd be. That meant...that if I kept going, I'd become a woman?

I was so scared, I almost started to cry. What? I never cry! So it wasn't just my body that was changing, it was my emotions, and my mind. Even my brain was becoming female!

I turned and headed back to the house.

"What have you done to me!" I demanded as I stormed in the door.

"You're back. I knew you would be."

"Look at me!" I said. "What did you do to me!!!"

I looked down, and I looked silly. My pants were pulled up high enough that my socks were completely visible. My feet ached from the overly tight shoelaces. And my belt was so tight that it hurt.

"I see you found some changes to yourself. Because it was your first time, they were not permanent. Next time they *will* be."

The way she said that last sentence was with such force that I *knew* it would be true.

"How does it feel to be my willing slave?" she said.

I just stared at her.

"Oh, yes you can run away whenever you want to. But I don't think that you will. I think that you will stay here, and serve me. Isn't that right, *Charlene*?"

"My name is Hugh" I said.

"Not anymore. Having the name Charlene will be a constant reminder of what will happen to you if you don't serve me. If you ever leave me, well, you know how you'll end up *Charlene*."

I was too stunned to speak. This couldn't be true. No way.

"On your knees Charlene!" she demanded. I stared at her eyes, and the cold blackness that I saw overwhelmed me. I knew that she would be willing to follow through with her threats, and be *glad* to do it. I knew that this was a make or break moment for me, when I would choose my destiny. Be her slave, or be a woman.

I got down on my knees.

"Very good. You will be completely obedient to me at all times Charlene. Is that understood? I will not accept *any* hesitation in carrying out a command. I will not accept anything other than your best effort in all tasks. Any failure to please me will be dealt with, by giving you the punishment you most dread. Do you understand me Charlene?"

I nodded. She smiled. She untied a knot at the top of the simple peasant cloak she was wearing, and it fell to the floor, revealing her body. I was ready to recoil at seeing an old naked lady, but her body was unexpected.

She shone with the radiance of pure beauty. Her skin was perfect, like that of a sixteen year old. Soft, white, smooth and silky. She was perfectly shaped, and even her breasts were young, full and firm. Without a bra, they seemed to defy gravity as they hung from her chest. The shapeless cloak she had worn had hidden her true shape.

She let her hair down, and instead of gray, it seemed more blonde in the light now. Even the wrinkles in her face faded as she smiled at me. She was as pretty as a model on the cover of a magazine. Stunning. And I was hers!

"As I came to your house, I thought I saw something prowling. Something big" I said. "What is out there, in the woods?"

"There are many things in the woods" she said. She stood back, and slipped into the shadows in the doorway to another room. Right before my eyes she changed form! She did look like a very large black cat, a panther or something. She kept to the shadows, moving with feline grace. I could see the flash of a razor sharp claw.

She moved so swiftly and silently, that suddenly she was in the doorway to another room.

"Dress me slave" she said, waving for me to follow her into her room. She had me put a bra on her, then panties, and a gold colored dress. She was just so gorgeous that I could not believe it.

"You will look like this some day, when you decide to leave me" she said, which made my member between my legs jump in fright. It would have been easier on me if she had just turned me into a newt or something. I was so scared of her! She could become a large cat, she could turn me into a woman...what was the limit of her powers? I didn't dare find out.

My life as her slave began.

* * *

 

Day after day, week after week, I served her. I kept the entire house spotless. She made me wear a French maid uniform as I cleaned, but I didn't argue. I knew what she would do to me if I did.

I worked outside raking, bringing in the last of the crops, feeding the animals in the barn, and keeping it cleaned out. I did the dishes, washed the windows, made the bed, cooked meals, milked the goat, along with any whim she would have.

She seemed to spend all her time dressing in different outfits, always looking more glamorous than the time before. Or she would read large ancient books with alphabets I could not recognize, let alone understand the content.

Sometimes, I wouldn't see her for a whole day or two at a time. I knew my routine by now, and kept to it. I even wore the French maid uniform. I was sure that she had some way to look in on me when she was gone. I wasn't going to take any chance.

 

But after several months, I was feeling more and more frustrated with my life. What was my girlfriend Katie thinking, with me lost to her like this? What of my family and friends? My life was dull and boring, and I lived with a constant threat over my head.

One day when she was away, I decided that I would start out for a walk, just a little bit away from the house, and see if she really did have power over me when she was gone. I would just go a little bit away, and turn back as soon as I saw any effect at all.

I wore a loose fitting white robe, so I'd be able to keep covered, but also be able to observe my body. I started out cautiously, but there was no change in me. I kept going until I was at the edge of her property. The dread I had felt when I first approached this place was nothing compared to the fear and uncertainty I now felt. I took my first step off her grounds. Nothing.

I took another step. Still no change. I relaxed, just a hair. Perhaps it was just an idle threat, and nothing would happen to me! This was my chance to make a break for it!

I started walking, and kept an eye on my body. There were no visible changes as I rounded the corner, putting the house out of site. I was so mad that I had been fooled like this! So mad that I started to cry.

Wait! Cry, me? I hadn't cried since I was a young boy, other than when I had started to turn into a woman before. Oh no, what if it was happening again? I loosened the belt on my robe, and looked at myself.

How could I have not noticed that I had the budding breasts of a young girl, as she first started to go through puberty? How could I have not noticed the beginnings of curves in my hips? How could I have missed the fact that my hair was longer. I had started to change. I ran back to the house as fast as I could.

But this time, when I got there, I did not change back to my former self. I now had breasts, and they didn't go away. I had started to change into being a woman, and it didn't look like this time I would get back.

I threw myself on the bed and cried.

* * *

 

For the next weeks, I was as good as good could be. If *she* noticed the slight changes in me, she sure didn't say anything. It was business as usual with her ordering me around for every waking minute.

When I did sleep, my dreams were different now. I had dreams of going around with my friends, but in the dream I was wearing a bra, and I had big breasts. I would try to hide them from everyone, but they were so huge.

I also had dreams of holding an infant, who was suckling milk from my breasts. I knew in my dream that it was *my* baby. I woke up in a cold sweat. Me, having a baby? Never!

 

One cold morning, she ordered me to go out to the woodpile, and chop up a batch of firewood. Then I was to haul it all over to the side of the house, and stack it up.

It was cold and snowing, and after half an hour of getting sweaty, I was sore, tired, hungry, and resentful. Instead of hurrying through the chore as I normally did, I kind of started a work slowdown.

"I'll show her to make me do something like this on a day like today!" I thought in my mind. It wasn't fair! So I'd show her. I went back to work, but slower than normal.

 

When I finished, she kind of glared at me, like she knew that I had only put a 60% effort into the job. But she seemed somewhat conciliatory about it.

"Go take a bath Charlene" she said. "You're all sweaty."

I went into the bathroom, and turned on the tap until the tub was full of hot steaming water. I got in, and lowered myself. Aah, that felt good.

I soaped up the wash rag, and started to clean myself all over. When I got to my chest, I noticed. Them. My breasts.

They had grown at least a cup size. I looked down, and my hips now jutted out wider, while my tummy was narrower. I clearly had curves now.

I gasped aloud, and my voice was definitely higher in pitch than it had been that morning. As I sat up, I also felt my longer hairs hitting my shoulder blades. I had longer hair!

I stood up, and rushed to the mirror, which I had to wipe off with a towel because of all the steam. My face had changed. I was different. It was like my skin had become smoother, my chin more pointed, and my cheekbones higher.

I was cold, and rushed back into the tub. She had known what I was doing! She had punished me for not doing my best, and I had turned into a girl a little bit more. I looked between my legs, and everything was still there, but it sure seemed smaller to me.

I noticed a razor by the side of the tub, and I was overcome with an overwhelming urge. My legs seemed so *gross* with all that hair. I started to shave them, followed by my underarms. The hair on my chest had pretty much fallen out on its own, so it was okay already.

Looking at my smooth legs, and I felt so....so *satisfied*. I felt so much better. I realized that my self-image had changed that day, and the look of a pretty woman was more of what I identified with, than that of a handsome man.

At the thought of 'man', I felt a twinge between my legs. That I couldn't bear to think about, and I really started crying.

* * *

 

Now that I looked more like a girl, *she* made me dress in girl's clothes all the time.

"As a constant reminder" she told me, "of what will happen if you don't do as I say to the best of your ability."

 

And now my dreams were more and more often matching those of a woman. I would wake up from the dream of having a baby, and feel a *longing* inside, that one day I wanted to be a mommy. That almost knocked me out, feeling a maternal urge inside me.

Or I would dream of wearing glamorous clothes, like flowing gowns and high heel shoes. I would wake up feeling that I was so ugly, and I needed to wear makeup to make myself pretty.

I had an inner need to be pretty! Me! Of course, the tears flowed once again, as my emotions overwhelmed me.

* * *

 

I had no idea how long it had been since I had come to the house, and had become a slave to the old woman. I was so bored with my life! I wanted to do *something*! I wanted to have fun. This was so dull, so dreary, so drab! I needed color! I needed music!

"You need to go on a date" she said, surprising me. Could she hear my thoughts? She just smiled.

"A date?" I said.

"I have a friend in the next county. She has young ward, who is serving her. He is lonely. He wants a woman. I think that you should go meet him. Just don't let your maternal instincts overwhelm you. You will find it hard to work if you get pregnant."

That was it. I couldn't take anymore. I wasn't going to go out with a boy! I wasn't going to let him have sex with me! I turned out the door, and started running as fast as I could.

I tore around the corner, and looked over my shoulders. She was doing nothing to stop me. My hair was very long now, at least down to the bottom of my boobs. It was flying in the air behind me.

And speaking of my boobs, I was glad that I was wearing a bra, because they bounced as I ran, and jiggled from my movement. I needed all the support I could get, as they were at least D cup sized now. They were full and firm, with the large nipples slightly up-pointed.

If I had a tape measure on me, I would have found that my measurements were now 36-24-26, and I had shrunk to only five feet seven inches tall.

I was moving now with a very feminine style and grace. I was wearing a pretty dress with sensible shoes, but they hurt my feet to run in, so I had to slow down to a walk. My hips swayed as I moved, and I could tell without using my hands to feel that there was nothing between my legs now.

I knew I was a girl. A real girl, in every way. But at least I was free! I was able to leave this place! I walked triumphant and joyously. This was so much better than being a man, and being a slave. I threw my hands up in the air, and twirled around. I was free!

* * *

 

At the bottom of the path, I found my car! It was still there, with the keys inside. I opened the door, and I thought it was strange how everything seemed exactly how I had left it.

Even my bottle of soda, still had bubbles left in it. It was as if no time at all had passed. But it had been months and months! But I didn't want to even think about it. I turned the key, and the car started right up!

I tore out of there, driving as fast as I could. I looked on the passenger's seat, and oddly enough, my wallet had been changed into a purse. I opened it as I drove, and looked inside.

I found all the things you'd expect to find in a purse: money, credit cards, driver's license, makeup, tampons, coupons, loose change, compact mirror. I fixed my makeup in the rearview mirror as I drove, and put on fresh lipstick. I felt much better as I did it.

I looked at my driver's license, which now had Charlene as my name, F for 'sex', and a picture of me which didn't do my face justice. I was much prettier looking than that!

I turned on the radio, and found the news station. They were talking about the accident on the interstate being cleared out, and traffic was flowing normally now. They gave the date and time. It was the same date as it had been when my car had stalled, Halloween, 2002.

Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling into Katie's driveway. I slung my purse strap over my shoulder, strutted up the steps, and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Katie opened the door.

"Trick or treat" I said, in my new alto voice.

 

"Do I know you?" asked Katie.

"Please Katie, let me in" I said firmly. "I need to talk to you."

If I had been a strange man, there was no chance of being let in. But it was amazing; I was a girl, so she immediately felt like we had a bond, and that she was obligated to help a sister in need. I never felt anything like that before. And I knew that I would do the same for a woman in distress. I was just something inside me, something at my core. My newly feminine core that is.

We went into the living room, and sat down.

"What can I do for you?" asked Katie.

"Katie, I know this is hard to accept, but I'm not who you think I am by looking at me. I'm really Hugh."

She just stared at me, stood up, and put her hands on her hips.

"This isn't funny. Get out."

I knew that when she spoke in clipped sentences, it meant that she was really mad.

"No Katie, please listen. I'm not lying to you. I'm really Hugh. Go ahead, ask me anything about yourself. Ask me a question that only Hugh could answer."

"Is he having an affair with you?" she said.

"No! Katie, it's really me! I was Hugh, but I was transformed. Its impossible, but its true. I think that the old lady was a witch or something. My car broke down, and she did this to me."

"I told you to get out. I'm calling the cops. This is crazy" she said, her eyes glaring at me with a burning rage. She really thought I was putting her on.

"Googie" I said.

"What?"

"Googie. Your dog that you had when you were a girl. You showed me the picture of him that you keep in your jewelry box."

"How do you know that?" she said, taking a step back.

"Because I'm Hugh. I know everything about you. That birthmark on the small of your back, and how you want to get a tattoo there to hide it, but you're afraid that they'll mess up so you never go, even though you keep telling me about it."

"You can't know that! I've only told my sister and Hugh. Who told you?"

"You did. And you told me that you'd be wearing your black bra today that I like, so I'd be thinking about it all day, and I'd be turned on when we got back from the party."

"No..." she said in disbelief.

"I'm afraid it's true Katie. I hate it, but I've been turned into a girl. Like you."

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"If you're Hugh, tell me something. What were you planning on going as, for the party tonight?"

"You were going to be a nurse, and I was going to be a doctor. We rented costumes and everything."

"Well, slight change of plans then. I'll go as the doctor, and you can be the nurse."

"I'm not going to the party like this!" I said. How could I let me friends see me in public like this?

"Well first of all, if you are Hugh, then we'll win the prize for best costumes, won't we?

"But..."

"No buts about it *Hugh*."

"When she transformed me, she started calling me Charlene. I'm Hugh inside, but that name doesn't go with this body. So now I'm Charlene."

"All right Charlene, lets get you made up."

We went up to her bedroom, and she had me take my clothes off. I had watched her dress up a zillion times, so it was really weird to dress up with her, but in her clothes. She gave me a "miracle bra" to enhance my already generous cleavage, and sexy panties. Then she had me put on sexy nylons, which were held up by a garter belt.

Next came the "naughty nurse" costume, which was white, with a very high hemline. I felt uncomfortable showing off that much of my legs. It was designed so that you could see the nylons being held up by the garter belt. And if I bent over too much, you'd be able to see my sexy panties.

Up top, there was quite a bit of fabric cut out, so that my big boobs were quite exposed. I felt almost naked, and told Katie about it. She just laughed, and put the little cap on my head, after she did my hair up in a bun.

Finally, she put makeup and nail polish on me. I complained about each little detail she did, but she kept shushing me.

"You're a girl now, so you had better get used to it."

"I hope this is just for Halloween. I couldn't take it if this is permanent" I said.

"I think you make a wonderful woman" she said. "If you stay this way, then you'll have a lot to learn, won't you?"

I was surprised at how she was treating me. I thought I would get some sympathy from her. She must have thought that I was putting her on, and she still didn't really believe me.

Katie dressed up in the doctor's costume, including the headband with the silver reflecting dish thing. She used some black makeup thing to draw a mustache over her lip. She wore a sports bra, then wrapped an ace bandage around her boobs to help hide them. She looked somewhat like a man, and I was a real woman.

I dreaded going to the party.

* * *

 

When we arrived, we saw the usual cast of characters. Frankenstein, wolfman, ghosts, witches (they looked nothing like the real thing, trust me!), Hollywood stars, and so on. It was hard to figure out who some of them were behind their masks. They would never guess who *I* was!

I acted very shy around all those people. Although they had no idea that I was really Hugh, I was so afraid that somehow they would catch on. I prayed for the night to get over with! I drank a lot of the punch, right away, so loosen up a bit.

Being a 126 pound woman was very different from being a 220 pound man. For one thing, after two glasses of punch, I was quite wobbly. And I found myself dancing to the tunes blaring from the stereo, which I would never have done as my former self! This body just wanted to cut loose, and knew how to do all the moves. I just let it happen.

At one point, I looked for Katie, and found her sitting in a dark corner talking with Frankenstein (who I guessed to be Jerry, but I wasn't sure). They seemed to be getting on very well. Too well if you ask me. Her hand on his knee was troubling to say the least!

And I found that every time I would sit down, there would be a bunch of guys all over me right away. They all wanted to talk to me, flirt with me, and bring me drinks. Then they'd try to impress me telling me about how wonderful they were, and try to pick me up! I knew all their old stories, and I knew that they were lying to me, trying to impress me. Just because I had big tits!

Just think of Fred would feel if he knew who he was really flirting with! I blew them off, and went back to dance. At least that scared them away, since they were too shy to make some moves themselves.

 

When my feet were hurting too much from the high heel shoes I was wearing, I had to sit down. I found a girl in a cat suit, and another dressed like a clown. I started talking with them, and in no time we were chatting like old friends.

But as the time passed, other people came in and out. And suddenly I realized that I was surrounded by guys again. How could they look at my chest as they talked to me?

"Hello, my eyes are up here!" I said to one of them. Geez! I felt like they thought I was a piece of meat or something. They were drooling for goodness sake!

At least the guy dressed as a pirate wasn't as forward as the others. Instead of bragging about himself, he asked about me. He made me feel very special.

"Would you like to dance?" he said, taking me by the hand. My heart beat faster, and I felt a tingle throughout my body. I found myself standing up, and following him to the dance floor.

I glanced over to the corner, and Katie was kissing her newfound friend. So I decided that I'd dance with this guy, just to show her. The first song was up-tempo, and we found our rhythms, and discovered that our moves complemented each other.

The next song was the same, and he twirled me around, making me feel even dizzier than I was already. But it was so fun! I was glad when the next song was a slow song, so we could rest up a bit. He pressed himself close up to me, and I could feel him poking me down there.

In my mind, I was revolted at the thought of a guy being sexually aroused by me. But my female body responded the way nature intended; I got aroused too. When the song was done, he gave me a tender kiss, and asked if I wanted to go take a walk.

My body wanted to grab him, take him upstairs, and make love. But it was too much for my mind, which wasn't completely female yet! I ran over to Katie, told her that I was leaving, and ran outside.

"So, you liked blackbeard, huh?" she said.

"I was doing it to make you jealous" I replied, as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I want to be with *you* Katie."

"But you're a girl. That isn't normal."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm really Hugh! My body might want what's 'normal', but I want *you*. Do you understand? Even if I'm a woman now, I'm still in love with you. And I don't want anyone else."

"I've never been with a woman" she said, sounding scared.

"I've never *been* a woman" I replied.

We drove home in silence.

* * *

 

We went to her bedroom, and undressed. She gave me an extra nightie she had, and I put it on.

"What if you're telling me the truth" she said. "What if you're really Hugh?"

"You understand!" I said, elated.

"If you did turn into a woman, on Halloween, then what if you're going to turn back to yourself in the morning? And this is your only night to experience what it means to be a woman. Wouldn't you be disappointed if you doing do some things, like make love, just to see what it feels like?"

"I guess, but I don't know. I don't want to be with a man. I couldn't take that."

"That's now what I meant. I've never been with a woman before, like I said. This might be our night to experiment. What if you're like this, so you can learn your lesson? That's how all fairy tales end, isn't it? Lets make love, woman on woman. And in the morning, you'll be you again."

She leaned over and kissed me. It felt like it always had, when I was a man, and I pressed my lips to hers. But when she put her hand on my nipple, and began playing with it, I immediately started to lubricate inside, and tingle in a way I never felt before.

She taught me about how a woman's body responds sexually, and showed me how it felt to have different parts of me touched. She introduced me to the joy of having my clitoris touched, in just the right tender way. She found my g-spot. She went down on me. And she showed me how to do it all to her.

I found that as Charlene, I was multi-orgasmic. Words can not describe feelings, like the ones I had that night. The best way I can think of, would be to say I had this warmth that started at my vagina, and radiated out from there, spreading throughout my whole body. I shook all over in tiny tremors, as orgasmic waves radiated from my center, and spread throughout my body.

Even when the last orgasm passed, I still trembled. Just the slightest touch, or a kiss in an unexpected place set me off again and again. No feeling in the world could compare to it.

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It was morning, and I woke up next to Katie. I looked at her pretty face as she slept, her large breasts, her soft skin. I felt turned on. A good sign! I moved my hand down between my legs to find what I had down there.

A pussy.

 

I was still a girl. It was November 1st, and I was still female. It was a real curse, not just a Halloween adventure. As the realization spread through me, that I was going to be a girl forever, I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

Last night had been the best night of my life. But I was a *girl*! I was in love with Katie, but I wanted to be a mommy. And I realized something else; my feminine side was stronger than it had been the day before.

I mean, yesterday I felt strange and upset to wear a dress. But now I *wanted* to look pretty. It was who I was, and where I belonged. I was a girl inside, more than the day before.

What if that kept up? Soon I would be completely female, in every way. What if I lost my desire for Katie? That would be horrible! I reached over to touch her face, and looked at my petite hand.

Darn! I chipped one of my nails. I needed a manicure. I wondered what color would look best on me. I needed to make an appointment. We could go together! Then we could do some shopping. I loved how her bra made my boobs look, and I wanted one like that for myself.

"I love you Katie" I said as I got out of bed. I was going to shower off, then go downstairs and cook breakfast for us. Then I could tell her my idea, that we could convert the library room to a nursery, and I could go get inseminated. Then we could raise our baby girl together, and give her all the love that two women could bestow upon her.

I smiled as the sun streamed in. It was going to be a glorious fall day....

  

  

  

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