A Travesty of Justice 2

by : Paul G Jutras

 

"Welcome to your new house." Frank and Jenny said to Mark. Mark was a seventeen year old orphan that been moved from one foster home to another because as a cross dresser he preferred to be called Martha.

"This is it." Mark thought. "This will be my last home before I’m eighteen and on my own."

The house was old brick Victorian house with a wide white fence porch and trim. Made Mark think of a cross between a gingerbread house and a haunted house. Being Halloween night, moving in here was just perfect.

"So... er... Martha." Frank said with a smile. "This will be your room." Frank opened a creaking wooden door into a bed room. The twin bed with an iron frame was in the corner and the arch of the roof made the window on the far wall stand out. Beside the bed, there was barely enough room for the dresser. On the wall behind the open bedroom door was the closet door.

"I have something in the closet you might like." Jenny added as Mark opened the closet and saw a long dress in on a hanger. "When I was told about you, I thought you’d might like it. My mother told me she made it herself... with witchcraft."

"This is the treat," Mark thought. "Let hope a trick doesn’t come with it."

"We’ll leave you to unpack." Frank said as the two left and Mark lipstick covered mouth smiled as the door shut behind them.

Leaving his suitcase on the bed, Mark went to the closet and pulled out Jenny’s golden dress. It almost seemed to give off a glow in the darkness of the closet. A glow like it had been alive."

Holding the dress up in front of him, he looked at him image in the mirror above the dress. "If only Gabby; my real mother, could of seen this." He thought of Gabrielle as best he could. He was so young when she died that he found it hard even with his photo to imagine what she looked like.

"This dress is terrific." Mark said proudly. "It was so nice of Jenny to loan it to me."

After getting the dress on, she went down to show it to Jenny. She was in the living room off the kitchen with her feet up. Halloween had fallen on Wednesday this year and Wed was the only day in the week she had off work to truly relax.

"What do you think?" Mark asked as he suddenly felt a little hot. He felt and odd tugging and pulling sensation about his eyes and began to rub his temple to relieve it. Without a mirror he couldn’t notice that his eyebrows were shaped more like a girls than the mere plucking job he had done himself the day before.

"I feel strange." Mark said as he found his forehead a bit hot. "I think it’s all excitement of moving into a new place is catching up with me. I think I’d better go lay down."

Too tired to remove the dress, he decided to just lay down on the neatly made bed and tried not to wrinkle the lace dress too much. As he fell asleep and dreamed of being escorted to a party by a handsome man and escorted to a marble dance floor. As the man held the 100% woman tightly, she found it hard to breath. As she began to sweat, the dress seemed to stick like flypaper to her skin.

Waking up in a cold sweat, he went to the mirror to look at himself in the dress. Every bit as lovely as ever, he found it seemed a big snugger in some places and loser in others than before. It was especially snugger than it should around his chest and hips. He hadn’t expected to feel such snuggest until he could afford to start taking hormone replacements.

"My torso couldn’t be changing." Mark muttered in confusion. "Can it?"

He knew how he normally looked when dressed as a girl, but now there seemed something different about his appearance. He really wanted to remove the dress and save it for a special occasion, but he couldn’t take his attention off of it. Stepping back, he twirled in it and cause it to raise up and show off some of his legs. He never knew his legs to look so well define without stockings.

Smoothing out the fabric, he notice the clock in the all reading 6pm. He decided to wait until after dinner to change out of the dress. It was nice of Jenny to give him her favorite dress and he was sure she’d want to see him in it.

"I always loved that gown." She heard Jenny say as Mark went into the kitchen and began helping her set the table. She had an odd approving smile about her.

"What’s weird is that it seems tighter than when I first put it on." Mark said just before Frank walked into the kitchen. Since Mark wasn’t one do discuss girl talk in front of the guys, he didn’t press matters when Jenny didn’t answer.

"Doesn’t Martha look so elegant and perfect in my old dress," Jenny asked Frank.

"As lovely as the day we met." Frank blew his wife a kiss across the table. They seem to know something about the dress that they weren’t letting on.

Mark found it hard eating his supper. Even the smallest bites seemed to feel him up faster than usual. He wondered if it was because the dress was too tight. Maybe he should of left the table to go change. Jenny just seemed so please to see him in it.

Frank watched as Mark made his way to the living room after dinner. The dress did seem too tight about the hips. It caused him to take smaller, more refine steps. The look on Marks face was fear of ripping the precious dress and getting Jenny mad at him.

"You look perfect for greeting the trick or treat kids in the neighborhood." He heard Jenny said as he was glad he could still sit down, despite how tight the dress was.

"So much for changing into something more comfortable." Mark thought as he realized Jenny wanted him to wear the dress the rest of the evening.

Mark began to wonder if he would end up stiff and unmovable like a mannequin if the dress became any tighter. As the dress made his waist shrink, he found it harder and harder to even breath. He found himself gasping for breath when he passed candy out to a little 4 year old pirate and a 5 year old good fairy holding out their trick or treat bags.

Mark wanted to ask Jenny if she’d mind if he took the dress off. Her glowing smile of seeing him in it kept his mouth shut. The high collar and hips should of been pulled out of shape more is what he thought when he got a look in the mirror. With the tightness it caused his neck, it was no wonder that he was talking in a higher pitch voice than before.

He was glad when 10pm came around and Frank blew out the Jack-O-lantern candle and locked the house. Mark was surprise when he went to his room and the dress came off without ripping. A shiver of joy went down his spine when he truly notice the true female shape of his face. His tits were real as was the hourglass figure and the emptiness between his legs. The dress had changed him into a real woman.

"I knew you’d love the dress." Jenny smiled as she stood in the door. "It worked for you as grandma had made it to work for me. I’d never of gotten Frank to fall in love with me with my old over weight male self. You’ll find someone special too."

Jenny was right. Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, Martha found a handsome, smart business man to fall in love with. Unlike the partnership Jenny had with Frank, Mark’s husband only wanted a cook in the kitchen and a slut in bed. He had become a trophy wife to hang off her husband arm like a cheep bracelet at corporate parties. Whenever he wanted it, she had to spread her legs for him. He couldn’t help it due to the spell the dress had put on his mind. Part of him want to find a spell book with big words to fix things, but that part was over ruled by the part controlled by the spell. She now belonged to Deane now and forever.

 

THE END

 

 

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