Woman for the Weekend                      by: Vicki Richardson

 

It was the end of September, and my department was having a staff meeting to go over various things happening in the business. We talked about policies and procedures and other problems we were experiencing. We are a tight knit department of 7, six women and one guy, and the discussion was lively and productive with a minimum of complaining and distractions

The last thing on the agenda was Halloween. Halloween was a big thing at this location, and a lot of departments went all out to win the various prizes. We liked to participate in Halloween as well, but liked to expend a lower cost and effort basis. KISS – Keep It Simple Stupid was our motto. We discussed different themes and ideas, but they were all vetoed as too time consuming or expensive.

Angie spoke up, "What about a rainbow?"

Everyone looked at her in a puzzled way.

She went on to explain. "I’ve been learning about this in school. There are seven colors in a rainbow – Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. They are known as Roy G. Biv – that’s an acronym you use to remember their order. Since we use all kinds of acronyms around here, we could be the acronym, and because there are seven of us in the department, we could each be one of the colors. It would be cheap, just make up a sign or something, and everybody would have to select a color to wear."

Everyone thought about that a little and could think of nothing better at that point. I told everyone to think some more and appointed Angie and Maureen as our Halloween Committee. Any ideas would go to them and we would discuss it next week.

By the end of the next week, no one had any other ideas so we decided to be a Rainbow. Everyone bought into the idea of being a color and Angie and Maureen came up with the idea of assigning colors to a person by height. As a result, I was Red, Sandra was Orange, Maureen – Yellow, Tracie – Green, Lucy – Blue, Jody was Indigo, and Angie was Violet. All the women were happy because the colors would look good on them. To me it didn’t matter all that much as long as we got on with everything. Everyone began making suggestions as to what to do, how to decorate the area, and what to wear. Some preliminary decisions were made, but I really didn’t dwell on them.

About three days later I returned from a meeting and saw the group standing around and discussing something. I asked what was up.

"It’s about Halloween. We’ve hit a glitch in the costumes", said Angie.

"Well" I said, "what’s up?"

Maureen laid it all out. "Everyone doesn’t have an outfit entirely in the color they’ve been assigned. No one wants to go out and buy one, but we do want a uniform look. So we’ve decided that everyone should wear a top in their assigned color and a black skirt."

I said, "So what’s wrong with that?"

Maureen said a bit more slowly "Everyone will wear a black skirt."

"Everyone?" They all nodded.

"I hadn’t expected this. I’m not sure I want to do this. Heck, I’m not even sure it could be done. Where are we going to get stuff that would work for me? No one would ever believe that I was a woman."

Angie spoke up at this point. "I’ve got a few friends who can give us some ideas of where to shop around here. You’re pretty thin so you’ll look proportional to your height. With all that, the right equipment, and the great taste that we all have, you could pull it off. We will help you do this. Come on, it’s just for one day!!! No one would expect you to do it anyway, so it would be that much more of a surprise on Halloween."

"Well that’s nice to know and I’m glad you think that highly of me. I’m just not sure that I want to do this. I’ll tell you what, let me think about it overnight and I’ll let you know in the morning."

That night at my place I thought about it. As much as I tried, I couldn’t come up with a non-emotional reason to not do it. Heck, if I went ahead with it, maybe the girls in the group would be a little more receptive to my requests for overtime and productivity results in the next few months. With a bit of hesitation, I decided to go along with the plan.

Six sets of eyes were on me as I walked into the office the next morning. I had barely put my briefcase down when Lucy and Jody came up to me and asked, "Well, what did you decide?"

I gathered all of them around me and let them know what I had decided.

"Yes, I will come as the "Lady in Red" for Halloween this year. But I have some conditions. First, you have to help me look as convincing and as much like a woman as possible. It was hard enough to decide to do this, and I don’t want to look funny or do this as a joke. Second, I’m going to trust all of you to keep this quiet until Halloween. Third, we’re all pretty busy, so we’ve got to do as much of the planning after work hours as we can. You don’t have to worry about paying for this; I’ll cover all the costs. Because I think there will be a lot of stuff happening to me, you all get to handle all the departmental decorations. Lastly, and I probably will regret this, I don’t want to have to worry about making choices about what I need to do to pull this off. I’m going to entrust it all to you to handle everything for me given the conditions I’ve laid out. How does that sound to you?"

You could have heard a pin drop as they soaked in what I’d said. They looked at each other and smiled and nodded and said it was okay. A little giggle came from a few of them and Sandra said to me "You’re quite a good sport to do this. We really appreciate that you’re doing this for us. There’s a lot to do in the next three weeks so we’ll get on it right away."

We got to work and not much was discussed that day about it. It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that Maureen and Angie broached the subject again.

"Well Jim, are you ready to begin the transformation process?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we’ve only got three weeks until Halloween, and we have to figure out what you need. We’ve got a friend who is a crossdresser, and he told us about a local store that sells women’s clothing to men. It has a wide selection and some pretty helpful salespeople. We went there last night to check it out, and they assured us of privacy while we shopped. They’re open until 10 PM, so we can go right after work and begin getting what you need."

I was surprised by the suddenness of it all but I did recall that I let them handle it all. We packed up our stuff and headed to the store. It was called "Being You - A Specialty Store for Men and Women" and looked nice and inviting on the outside. The three of us walked in and I was amazed at what I saw.

There were racks and racks of women’s clothes – dresses, blouses, skirts, evening gowns, undergarments, and stockings were everywhere. High-heeled shoes were on display in one area of the store and there dozens of wigs on display. In some display cases up front there was jewelry as well as what seemed to be fake breasts and vaginas. Off to the back was a roomed labeled "Transformations". I couldn’t believe that everything in this store was for men who wanted to look like women!!

A young woman wearing a tight fitting, short blue dress and heels came up to us. Angie took the ball and ran with it.

"Hi, Jane, we were in here yesterday and spoke to you about our boss and what he would be doing for Halloween at work. Here he is so we’d like to get started in selecting what we need."

"Oh that’s right, I remember. Your name is Jim, right?" I just nodded yes to this woman who I now thought was a man. Although she wore a dress and heels, had long hair and fingernails, and was attractively made up, her slightly deep voice made me think twice. As curious as I was, I didn’t push the issue.

Jane continued on. "Well Jim, Angie and Maureen have given me an idea of what you need, so why don’t we get started. Please come on over here so we can take some measurements."

She pulled out a tape measure and began measuring me all over - around my chest, waist, and hips, as well as around my thighs and my outseam and inseam. She even brought over a shoe sizer and measured my feet. She also took a good look at my face, all the while making notes on a pad. After jotting down several things, she looked up.

"Alright, here’s what we have. She’s a size …"

Angie interrupted her. "Jane, before you go on, I’d like Jim to go look around the store. One of the things he said was that he would let us handle all this and that we could make the decisions. I’d like to him to step away so that we can decide what to get"

I shot her a look but resigned myself to the facts. I had said that to them and I had even admitted I would probably regret it. I began looking around the store as the three of them put their heads together to put this plan in action.

I saw a number of nice looking outfits as I browsed. The Halloween Costume section was full of diverse clothing. There were fringed Flapper dresses, huge frilly Little Girl dresses, and even Nurses uniforms in white vinyl. There was also a large amount of Maids Uniforms in a variety of colors. This was absolutely amazing to me that there was such a demand for this kind of attire.

Maureen interrupted my reverie and asked me to come over to them. "Although you gave us the power to make the decisions, we are going to tell you what we’ve decided. As you know the costume is a black skirt and for you a red top. Your skirt will be just above the knees along with a long sleeved red satin blouse. Everyone else in the department will be wearing long sleeved blouses and similarly lengthed skirts to give us the same look.

You’ll also be wearing black high-heeled shoes and black nylons. The heels will be high enough to make you look feminine but not too high to break your ankles. You’ll also have black lingerie to go with the color scheme. We’ve got you a wig that will look good with your skin tone as well as complimentary makeup. We’ll make you over that Friday morning before work.

In regards to your shape, we’re going to get you some breast forms that are proportional to your height and build. They’ll give you a realistic shape as well as make your clothes fit and look better on you. Likewise, you’re getting one of the fake vaginal panties here in the case. It adds just a bit of padding to your hips and butt, as well as helps to keep your "male" parts in place so that you have the right look."

At this point Jane spoke up. "You don’t have to worry about that. I wear one all the time and I find it to be quite comfortable as well as necessary. If you want to be as realistic as you can, it’s the way to go."

I was right! Jane was a man, at least underneath. Without knowing that fact, I would have sworn that she was an attractive woman. Maybe I could pull this off after all!

Angie spoke next. "We’ve also gotten you a purse and wallet to carry your personal stuff, as well as the jewelry you need. You are going to have to try on a few rings to the right size. We’re also getting you an extra pair of panty hose and heels. You’ll be able to practice walking in them before coming to work all dressed up. What do you think?"

"I’m a bit overwhelmed at what you’ve done and how far you’ve had to go. I’m amazed that we have to do so much. Do you think it will work and I’ll look good?"

Jane answered that one. "It will depend on the attitude that you bring to the table and so far you’ve been receptive to everything. The other big factor is the makeup and makeover, and once I give some advice to Angie and Maureen, they’ll be able to handle it without any problem."

We went to the register and paid for anything. I was a little surprised at the cost, but in for a penny, in for a pound they say. Jane gave a small bag to me and Angie and Maureen a larger one.

"The larger bag contains everything you’ll need for your day at work. In this small bag are the training shoes and pantyhose as well as three videos. One is on How to Walk in Heels, the second is Acting Ladylike, and the third is How to Speak in a Feminine Voice. You should watch them and practice what they have on them so that it will be a little easier for you at work."

I just nodded as I took hold of my bag. I didn’t realize that there would be homework involved as well. What the heck, I had promised. We all headed our merry way for the weekend.

Saturday I did some stuff around the house during the day, but in the evening I put in the Walking in Heels video. The video started off by showing the way that men and women normally walked flat footed. They then put a man and a woman in heels and showed the differences. The man almost fell on his face because he was off balance so much! The video then went on to show how a man wearing heels should change the position of his shoulders and rear end and alter his stride and footsteps. By the end of the video, the man (who I am sure had a lot of practice) was moving effortlessly in the highest of heels, with an almost sexy quality to his walk.

After it was over, I struggled into the pantyhose that I had brought home with me and then put on my new high heels. It was very disconcerting to have my balance thrown off as much as it was by the shoes even though the box said they were only 2 ½ inches high. I almost broke my neck going into the living room to replay the tape. With the remote in hand, I watched and rewound the tape for a good two hours, practicing the various tips in the video. Eventually it did get a bit easier and I didn’t wobble as much as at the start, although my calves and feet hurt from the strain of the unusual angle. I took them off and finally went to bed.

Sunday came and I woke up with a little bit of stiffness in my legs. I puttered around the house some more and even watched some football. In the mid afternoon, I put on the pantyhose and heels again and practiced walking some more. After a few stumbles, I picked up where I had left off and was soon moving through the house fairly well.

I decided to check out the other two videos, so I decided to learn how to talk like a woman. I put that tape in and watched what they had to say. The tape displayed a number of techniques on how to sound more like a woman, and I repeated after the tape. I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t seem like I was sounding to feminine as I talked.

After a while with that, I played Acting Ladylike. This showed men how to sit, stand, eat, and drink, along with a host of other actions, like a woman. A number of examples were given, and I followed along. As I still had on my high heels, it seemed more realistic, especially when I had to move. I eventually went to bed, wondering about all that I was doing.

At work on Monday, the group met briefly. Annie and Maureen reported that I had purchased everything I needed, and had even taken home some videos to watch and practice from. I reported that I had done just that for a little bit over the weekend, and was amazed at the differences between men and women. All the women were very impressed by that and were anxious to see what I looked like on Halloween.

Over the next two weeks, I practiced my feminine walking, talking and actions at home. I even stopped by Annie’s place over the weekend to show her and Maureen what I was doing. It must have seemed odd to have a man wearing pantyhose and high heels walking around in front of two women, talking to them in what was a contralto voice and gesturing like a woman.

The Monday before Halloween arrived, and at the end of the day Angie and Maureen stopped by to talk about Friday’s schedule.

"We need to discuss a couple of things for Friday. The first is the realism of your appearance. You are going to have to get rid of the hair on your legs and body to look right. You’re also going to need to get your nails done."

"You’ve got to be kidding. Won’t the pantyhose cover my legs so that I won’t need to shave them? Why do I need to remove my body hair if I’m going be wearing clothes? And can’t we just go to the drugstore and buy some press on nails or something?"

Angie said, "We could do all that but it wouldn’t look right. Your leg hair will be visible even through the black pantyhose, so you have to get rid of it there. Your blouse is open at the neck so you need to remove your hair at that point as well. Anyway, you wanted to look as much like as a woman as possible, so you need to do this. And in regards to your fingernails, store bought nails won’t fit your hands right and the glue won’t stick that well. A manicure will be best to make them look right."

I just shook my head and sighed. This was getting more complicated as we went along. "How do we address this then?"

"I’ve gone ahead and scheduled an appointment for you at my beauty parlor on Thursday night after they normally close" said Angie. "I’ve spoken to the ladies who do my bikini waxing and my nails, and their going to give you a manicure and pedicure, as well as take care of the hair on your body and legs. No one else will be there, and they have agreed to be discreet and take good care of you."

Maureen then asked, "Where are we going to do your makeup and get you dressed on Friday morning?"

"I hadn’t thought about it. Maybe we would meet at Angie’s or something. What do you think?"

"Angie’s is a little out of the way relative to where I live. Why don’t you take a hotel room just up the road from work on Thursday night? Angie and I can meet you there on Friday morning, make you the woman you’re going to be, and we’ll all go to work from there. You can check in before your salon appointment on Thursday and use express checkout Friday morning so that you don’t have to stop at the front desk."

It was a good idea, and better than anything I could think of. I went ahead and made the reservation and began to think what have I gotten myself into?

Thursday came and in the afternoon I left work to check in at the hotel. Because there were a few hours before my appointment, I went back to work and got ahead of the game, as I knew that little would get done on Friday. Angie was still there because she was going to drive me to my appointments.

We got to the shop and Angie knocked on the door. Karen, who I learned was the manicurist, opened it. She let us in and introduced me to Linda who was going to handle the hair removal. They both complemented me on my decision to do this and the lengths I was taking to be as realistic as possible.

Linda took care of me first. I went to the back and striped to my shorts. She gave me a smock and had me lie on a massage table. I couldn’t begin to tell you what exactly happened next. Needless to say, hair was coming off my chest, back, arms, and legs very quickly. She even got rid of the hair on my rear end as well and trimmed my eyebrows a bit. I just closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. There was some pain along the way, and Linda rubbed some lotion on me to help lessen the effects.

As Linda was wrapping her piece up, Karen began working on my nails with Angie watching with great interest. She soaked my feet and hands in some solution and after a bit, she began pushing and trimming the cuticles and shaping and filing the nails. She began applying some type of extensions to my fingers so it looked as if I had grown claws two inches on my hands.

After the extensions had dried, Karen began filing them down to a more manageable length. "Nice ovals of about ¼ to ½ past the end of your fingers will give you a realistic look. They won’t look so showy as to be fake, but they will be longer than a man’s nails." Soon my hands were looking much more feminine as the nail shaping took place.

Then came the polish. Karen put three coats on both my fingers and toes a bright red. "Angie said that this color will match your clothes perfectly." I watched in fascination as the red color was applied to my digits.

When Karen and Linda were finished, we said our goodnights and thanked them effusively. I kept my hands in my jacket pocket in case someone was watching. My body still felt weird after all the hair removal, and the fingernails were a bit unwieldy as well. Angie dropped me off at the hotel and came up to my room so she would know where to go tomorrow morning. She handed me a bag and gave me instructions.

"Maureen and I will come by tomorrow at 6:15 AM. You need to be up and ready when we get here. Be sure to shower and wash your, shave, and brush your my teeth. In this bag is the vaginal panty we got you. Have that on and everything in place when we get there. Also in the bag is the purse and wallet you bought. Tonight, go through your wallet and place whatever you need in your woman’s wallet. Likewise anything you normally would carry in your pockets needs to go in your purse. You also need to think of a woman’s name for tomorrow. You could use Jaime, but that’s awful close to Jim. Got it?" I nodded. "I’m going to take off now and I’ll see you in the morning. Thank you again for doing all this because tomorrow will be really fun." With that she gave me a quick hug and was gone.

After catching my breath, I sat down to take care of my wallet. It was slow going maneuvering with those fingernails, but after a while I got the hang of it. I also picked up the pen and began writing with my new nails. I wrote down a number of women’s names and finally picked the one for me. I went to bed with a bit of apprehension and excitement as to what lay ahead.

I woke up the next day and hit the shower. It felt a little unusual as the water ran down my body and as I soaped up without the normal resistance of body hair. I washed my hair and felt my longer fingernails drag along my scalp. I shaved (it was a bit disconcerting to see red fingernails around my razor), removing my relatively light growth of beard and brushed my teeth.

I then slipped on my panty, making sure my member was placed in the sheath properly. I pulled it up and made sure that it rested on my waist and hips properly. I looked in the mirror and saw that I had a nice rounded hips and rear end with a very convincing slit in the front. I ran one of my red fingernails into the slit, wondering what having a real vagina would feel felt like. I glanced at the clock and saw that Angie and Maureen would soon be there.

I let Angie and Maureen in at the knock of the door. They brought in a garment bag, a shopping bag, and what looked like two makeup cases. I showed Maureen my fingernails and she looked at my toes. We fluttered fingers at each other and laughed.

Angie asked me if I was ready.

"As ready as I’ll ever be."

"Okay. Here are your panties. Go in the bathroom and put them on while we get set up. When you come back, we’ll get started." She handed me a little wad of black material and I went in the bathroom. I unfolded them and put them on. I shivered as the satin material slid up my now smooth hairless legs. The spandex blend of the material caused them to be snug over my crotch and rear, and my fake vagina gave me a smooth front that was well hidden. This was quite an experience.

I walked back into the room and sat down. I took off my robe and draped it across my lap. Angie and Maureen began to get busy.

Angie took my hand and dropped one of my breasts in it. She spread adhesive to it and after a minute, she stuck it to my chest. She had me hold it in place while she did the same to the other. Soon I was sitting there, my manicured red fingernails cupped around my own breasts. Angie and Maureen both began fondling them, chanting, "Ooh sexy thing, let me feel you up!!" We all just laughed out loud at the thought of that.

While Angie was at work on my chest, Maureen combed my hair back and put some type of stocking cap on my head. "It’s to help secure the wig on your head when we get there." I just nodded as she went along.

I was now ready for the full transformation. Maureen and Angie both explained what they were doing as I watched in the mirror. It was an absolutely amazing process.

"First is what they call beard cover. This will hide your beard so under the foundation we will put on next. We won’t need too much as your beard is kind of light. We dab it on your checks, chin and neck just like this.

This is your foundation. It evens out your skin tone and gives us a smooth surface to work with." As this was applied, my skin soon looked very silky smooth.

As she brushed on the powder, Maureen explained that this helped with foundation by absorbing any excess foundation.

"Now for the blush. This will highlight your cheekbones and draw attention to your eyes." The rose color powder was drawn on my left cheek and then my right, providing contour to my face that was lacking.

"You’ve seen women’s eye shadow. We’re just going to put some on your eyelids here." And so they did. Various shades of brown and black and gray and green were applied and expertly blended. As I looked in the mirror, I saw that an attractive feminine face was emerging from all this work.

"Some eyeliner and mascara is next to give your eyes a dramatic look. Now hold still while we put this on." I remained very still as the pencil was drawn across both my upper and lower eyelids. My lashes were attacked next, made long and lustrous by the expert application of mascara by Angie and Maureen.

"We‘ll hold off on your lips for a few minutes. It’s time to get dressed. Hold up your arms." I did and they slid the bra over my arms. It was made of the same material as my panties and they bound me in it. They adjusted the straps over my shoulders and even pushed my breasts up a little to get them to settle into the cups properly.

Next came the pantyhose. Angie took care of this while Maureen went into the bathroom to change into her costume. Angie took one of the legs and rolled it into a little ball. She had me arch my foot and stick my toes into it. She pulled it over my foot and halfway up shin. She stopped there as she repeated the process with the other leg. When the hose were halfway up both shins, I stood up as she worked them up my legs over my rear and hips to my waist. It was quite an experience to feel the material around my legs so completely.

Maureen was finished dressing at this time, so Angie went to change. She tugged a little at my pantyhose, removing any wrinkles that were there. She handed me my slip, and we dropped it over my head and let it float down my body. It came to rest against the middle of my thigh and was trimmed in lace at both the bottom and at the swell of my breasts.

Maureen told me to sit down, and I did, crossing my legs as I did. "I’m going to outline your lips with this pencil and then fill them in. We’ll put on your wig and then finish getting you dressed. Okay?" I just nodded quickly as she came towards me with the pencil. I opened my mouth and she applied the creamy substance around the edge of my lips.

Angie came out of the bathroom ready to go. She picked up the lipstick tube and twisted it, revealing a red cone of color. I again opened my mouth as she drew it back and forth over my lips, giving them a dramatic look of color. Maureen placed a tissue between my lips and told me to close my mouth. I blotted the lipstick and looked in the mirror. Looking back at me was a very pretty woman with a mannish haircut who was almost dressed to start the day. It was hard to believe that this was me!!

I leaned forward so they could put the wig on. They pulled it back along my forehead and spread the interior cap of the wig over my head, tugging it down into place. They tucked a few of my stray hairs into place as they made the final adjustments. They pinned the wig into place on the cap and then began styling. They took hairbrushes and a curling iron to the black tresses, framing my face with the hair. They brushed the bangs over my forehead and kept fussing with it. It was so unusual to have hair brush against my shoulders, as my hair was so short normally, and the ebony color of it was quite a contrast to my mousy brown.

As I glanced in the mirror, I was amazed at the image. I looked like a woman – dark attractively styled hair framing a face with a complexion that was smooth and clear and beautifully made up. The eyes were large and expressive under the dark luxurious lashes. The lips were red and full, quite sensual.

Angie and Maureen stopped for a second and looked at me as I stared at myself. Angie remarked, "Girl, you look real good. It would be hard for anyone to guess that you are a guy, especially when we finish getting you dressed."

They put a red and gold necklace on me, and then they each reached under my hair and clipped on matching dangling earrings. Maureen took a bottle of Chanel Number 5 and sprayed some on my neck. She told me that there was other jewelry that I would put on in a minute. I stood up to finish getting dressed.

At Maureen’s request, I stuck my arms behind me so that they could slip on the blouse. The satin material was drawn up my arms and placed over my shoulders, the red color contrasting nicely against my pale skin. For a moment the blouse lay open and revealed my breasts swelled up in the black satin bra. Just as quickly the blouse was closed, covering them up. We began buttoning the blouse, but I stopped as it was difficult enough for me to use my long fingernails, let alone when the buttons were on the opposite side of what I expected. Angie and Maureen finished buttoning it, and I could feel the blouse pull taut against my breasts. They slipped a gold bracelet on my right wrist, a matching watch on my left, and a gold and ruby looking ring on my right ring finger.

"Are you ready for your skirt?" asked Angie.

"Ready" I replied in the contralto voice I had been practicing in for the past few weeks.

"That’s pretty good", said Maureen "and it fits your look now. I think everyone at work will be amazed at what you’ve done."

"Go ahead and lift your foot and place it in the skirt and then do the same with other." I followed those instructions as my skirt was drawn up my long, nylon-clad legs and over my hips to rest at my waist. Angie quickly reached under my skirt and gave my slip a quick tug to put it in its proper place. She told me to suck it in a little bit as Maureen buttoned the waistband and zipped up the skirt in the back. I could feel it close over my hips as it tightened up.

I sat down one last time for the shoes. Angie knelt at my feet and slipped the high heel onto my left foot. I placed my foot down and noticed the angle was higher than the shoes I had practiced in.

"How high are these heels?"

"They’re about 4 inches. They are higher than what you practiced in, but just remember what you learned when you walk and you’ll be just fine. Go ahead and cross your legs."

I crossed them at the knees and admired at how shapely and long my legs were. As I admired them, Maureen slipped the right shoe on an announced that I was good to go. I stood up using the techniques I had practiced these past few weeks. I took a moment to shift my shoulders and hips as I adjusted to the height of these stilettos. I took a deep breath and walked, using even smaller steps than normal, over to the full length mirror on the closet window to see the new me.

A tall and attractive woman stood there, with shoulder length hair and a very attractive face, especially the full, almost pouty red lips. She was appropriately attired for a day at the office, her long sleeved red blouse drawn over her full, pert breasts. The blouse fit tightly over a trim body that tapered to a narrow waist. Her black skirt hugged her thighs and stopped just short of her knees, while her long and shapely legs were clad in black stockings, ending in feet shod in black leather stiletto pumps with 4-inch high heels.

I raised my hand and brought it close to my face, the long red fingernails flashing in the room’s light. I pushed back an errant hair that framed my face, briefly revealing the pendant earring brushing against my neck.

I pivoted on the balls of my feet and turned to the two women who had done this to me. "This is absolutely amazing. I do look like a woman, and I might even say that I look pretty."

Maureen shot back with "Very pretty if you ask me. If I wasn’t straight, I think I would try to pick you up in a bar. You’re going to have heads turning today."

Angie asked, "Have you decided what your name is, Sweetie?"

I looked in the mirror and said very quietly, "Vicki."

"Well, Vicki, it is nice to meet you and I echo Maureen’s sentiment. All the other girls in the group will be amazed when they see you, and you are going to have a day today like you’ve never had in your life. And I never thought I would be the one to say this, but we need to get going to work."

We gathered up all of our stuff and prepared to leave. I picked up my purse and slung it over my shoulder. We left the room and walked to the elevator. I had no apprehensions about being seen in public now. I knew that I looked attractive and very passable, so I focused on walking like a woman in my high heels and carrying my purse in a ladylike manner. The elevator ride was uneventful, and as we crossed the lobby, I was very aware of the rhythmic tapping of my heels as the three of us, all clad in different colored tight blouses and black skirts, strode towards the parking lot.

"Vicki, did you see that bellman? He was definitely giving you the once and twice over as you were leaving."

"Well Angie" I replied in my sexy contralto voice "he might have been cute, but I prefer a man with a little more substance, if you know what I mean." I just looked at her with a straight face as her eyes bugged out at my response, and then joined her and Maureen in a peal of laughter as they realized what I meant.

We drove to work in Maureen’s car and pulled into the parking lot. We got out, took a moment to smooth our hair and clothes and made our way towards the building. I reached into my purse to pull out my ID badge and the three of us entered and made our way towards the department and our desks.

As I turned the corner into our area, I stopped and looked at what had been done. A sign saying "The Rainbow Girls" had been pinned to the cube walls, and everyone’s desk had been decorated in their color. Angie’s desk was covered with various items of blue, Maureen’s with yellow, and my desk was a sea of red.

The other women in the group came up to us as we walked in, each wearing a black skirt and heels and their appropriately colored blouse. Their jaws almost dropped as they saw me and then they all spoke at one.

"Jim, is that you?"

"That can’t be him!"

"He looks so pretty!"

"What’s your name?"

"Yes this is me, but today I am Vicki. Thank you for the compliment, but I wouldn’t look like this if you all hadn’t decided to go this route. Maureen and Angie are to be commended especially for being able to come up with this result given what they had to work with."

We all laughed and then Tracie asked, "You look and sound so real. Can I touch them?" I just nodded yes and her hand slowly moved to my chest. She lightly touched my right breast and then in a bit of a bolder move gave it a little squeeze. They all laughed at that and then they had to take a closer look at my nails and face and legs and everything. I had never received so much attention in my life.

After a few minutes of that, we settled down and got to work. Luckily I didn’t have any meetings that day, so I was able to spend it with the other girls looking over their accounts and issues. It took me a while to be able to use my computer and adding machine with my nails, but I eventually got to almost my normal speed.

The girls and I worked very closely that day. We worked on a lot of issues, and very often we would sit together and review documents. Our fingernails drew attention to various reports, and I was constantly pushing my long hair back behind my ears.

Eventually, other departments began wandering around to see what everyone else did for Halloween. The others explained to them that we were a rainbow and all the ladies in the group represented a different color. Visitors walked through the department and hardly gave me a second glance. Apparently our group was not as flashy as some of the others. I could see that some of the guys who were walking through were slowing down as they got near my desk and lingered over my long shapely legs, full round breasts, and attractive face. The others in the department just shook their heads and laughed to themselves at that.

People who knew me began to come up and check me out. They were amazed at what I looked like and asked what I had gone through to look like that. I explained all the gory details and made sure to credit the department. They couldn’t believe what I had done.

Everything was fine until 10 AM when nature called. I called Angie over and told her what I needed to do and asked which restroom I should use.

"Since everyone thinks you are a woman, you should use the ladies room. I’ll ask Jody to check it out and see if anyone is in there. When it’s clear, three of us will go in with you and keep the coast clear."

So for the first time in my life I went to the bathroom in a pack. Angie, Maureen, Jody, and I walked in to the empty Ladies room, our heels tapping on the tile as we walked in. I went into a stall, closed and locked the door, and pulled down my skirt, panty hose and panties. I did what I had to do and made sure to take care of my special panty. I pulled up my black panties, and them my pantyhose, taking care not to run them as well as smooth them up my long legs. I tucked my blouse in and buttoned and zipped my skirt back up.

I exited the stall and washed my hands. I was about ready to leave when Jody said to me, "A lady always checks her appearance before she leaves the restroom."

I looked in the mirror and saw that everything looked pretty good, except that my lipstick had faded a touch. Angie handed me the silver tube and walked me through applying it. I drew the creamy substance over my lips, returning them to their fully colored and sensual state.

We walked back to our desks like four longtime girlfriends and went back to work. The day proceeded along as normal until we lunch time arrived. Lucy announced that we were going out to lunch, so I unhesitatingly grabbed my purse as the seven of us, all clad in black skirts and heels and brightly colored blouses, made our way to a local restaurant.

We all had the salad bar, and it was a bit of a challenge for me to keep my purse on my shoulder, bend down in my tight skirt and high heels and not brush my breasts against the sneeze guard as I filled my plate. That’s probably why I only had one serving.

We also got a lot of stares as we ate. I thought it was because they had figured out I was a guy, but Lucy told me otherwise. "Most of the comments I’ve heard are how we all look alike. You know, same kind of outfit. I told a few of them about our Halloween theme, and they all said something to the effect that we were a nice looking group of women and had carried of the idea well."

Tracie added, "I overheard a couple of guys commenting on us, and they both thought the "chick in the red shirt" looked really good. You really don’t have anything to worry about."

We finished lunch and went back to work. We got a lot done that day, and we really came together as a department. All the girls kept on me, reminding me of how to sit and stand, move and talk, and in general be more of a woman. They kept giving me tips and hints, and by the end of the day, I didn’t have to think about doing a lot of the actions, I was just doing them.

By the end of the day I was exhausted. My legs and feet hurt from wearing the unfamiliar high heels all day, and my brain was fried from keeping my behavior in check. My shoulders even hurt because of the extra weight I was carrying on my chest.

I pulled my purse out of my desk drawer as we readied to leave. I opened my compact and checked my makeup. I added a little powder and touched up my lipstick. Angie asked me, "What are you doing for Halloween this weekend?

"I really don’t have any plans for Halloween this year, except to give out candy to the Trick or Treaters when they come around Sunday night."

"How would you like to spend the weekend with me as Vicki? You were so successful in being a woman today that you should spend the weekend as one. I’m having a Halloween party at my place Saturday and you could go to that. Maureen and I have an extra ticket to the big party in the city and you could go to that as well. We’d have to find a woman’s costume for both days for you, as opposed to just going as a guy in a dress. You also need some other clothes for the weekend."

I thought about this for a minute. Although I hadn’t planned on doing this, the idea intrigued me. I was pretty convincing as a woman that day and it had been fun to get the attention from the unknowing guys at work. I wondered what it would be like and decided to find out. "I’ll do it. One thing though. Where do we get the clothes that I’ll need?"

Maureen spoke up. "How about Being You – the store where we got what you’ve got on now? They have a wide variety of clothes in the right sizes, so they should be able to take care of you. The three of us can go there now and pick out your wardrobe. We can then head over to Angie’s place for the weekend."

As we drove to the store, we agreed that since I had no idea of what I would need for the weekend, Angie and Maureen would select my wardrobe. I would browse through the store and stay away from them while they expanded my female wardrobe. We arrived at the store and walked in, where we were greeted by Jane, the sales girl who had helped get me started three weeks ago.

We asked if her if she remembered us and she didn’t. I explained about all the help she gave us about three weeks before.

"That was you? Turn around and let me look at you. You look absolutely stunning. You look like a woman, move and act like one, and even sound like one. You’ve all done a wonderful job with the emergence of Vicki today. How can we help you now?"

"I’ve decided to spend the weekend as Vicki, so we need to expand my meager wardrobe. Angie and Maureen are going to pick my wardrobe and surprise me with everything I need. I’m just supposed to browse here while they get to work. Maybe they should get started."

The three of them wandered off to parts unknown, looking for everything I would need. Angie, Maureen and Jane hurried back and forth as they selected clothing for me. I heard shouts of "No, not that" and "That would look good on her" as they decided.

I started looking around at some of the more exotic clothes and the videos that the store sold, and examined everything with a much different perspective. I soon came across a red evening gown. It was floor length velvet, with a low cut front and even lower cut back. I was intrigued by the design of the dress and held it up to me and looked in the mirror, wondering what I would look like in this creation. At that point, Jane walked up.

"Maureen and Angie are busy making the final decisions on your wardrobe and asked me to keep an eye on you. Would you like to try this on?" I nodded my head yes very quickly. She took a look at the dress and then at me, and then wandered off for a moment, returning with a shoebox.

"This dress is a little too long for the shoes that you have on now. I’ve brought you some pumps with six-inch heels that will work right with gown. It also has a built in waist cincher, so that your waist will be made smaller when you out it on. Why don’t you go in the dressing room and take off your clothes and jewelry. Don’t forget your slip and let mw know so I can unhook your bra. Change the shoes and put on the dress, and I’ll zip you up."

I went in the dressing room and did as she instructed. When I did what I could, she unhooked my bra. I sat down and pulled on the new pair of shoes. As I stood up, I almost lost my balance as a result of the six-inch heel height. Luckily, having worn four-inch heels for close to 12 hours already today, I was used to the balancing changes I needed to make. I stood up a little straighter, threw my shoulders back and shifted my hips a little. I walked around in the dressing room for a moment, taking very small steps to get used to the shoes.

I then reached over and took the dress off the hanger. I unzipped the little bit of zipper in the back and gathered the dress up and stepped into it. I pulled it up past my feet encased in the six-inch stilettos and up over my smooth, hairless nylon clad legs. I worked the dress over my slightly protruding rounded bottom and past my smooth, panty-clad front. I settled the bust line of the dress around my cleavage and positioned everything comfortably in this garment as best I could.

I called to Jane for assistance. She stepped into the dressing room and zipped me up. As the zipper rose, I could feel the waist cincher and encasing my body in the satin, even as my breasts were pushed upward and my hips downward by the gown. As I exited the dressing room, Jane said, "Let’s get you to the mirror because you are going to like what you see."

I walked across the room in this velvet creation. My steps were small as I walked in the very high heels. The gown was tight through my hips, so my movements were restricted in that manner as well. We made our way to the mirror and I looked at my reflection.

There I was, my raven hair framing my face almost like a mane. My face was made up attractively as my dark lashes looked in the mirror contrasting with the smooth pale complexion lightly highlighted by the blush. My lips were red and full and waiting to be kissed passionately by a man.

I continued looking at my reflection. The strapless gown was low cut, revealing the full swell of my breasts. It was tight across my flat stomach, slimming my waist in and pushing my breasts up even further for display. My hips flared out, tightly encased in the scarlet velvet gown. At the top of my right thigh the skirt was slit, exposing my long shapely legs in their high-heeled glory.

I did a quarter turn and looked at my back, exposed to the world. The back of the dress barely reached the bottom of my rib cage, exposing the smooth skin of my torso to the hand of a strong man to waltz me around the dance floor.

I was amazed at how I looked. I never thought that I could look so feminine, so real, and so sexy. I knew that if I ever walked into a room wearing this dress that all eyes would devour me hungrily – women with jealously and men full of desire!!

Angie and Maureen walked up and stopped dead in their tracks. Their mouths dropped open as they saw me. They were absolutely amazed.

"You are gorgeous. You are every man’s fantasy dream girl and every woman’s nightmare. Are you going to get the dress?"

That jolted me back to reality for a bit. Where would I have need for this kind of outfit? "No" I said a bit grudgingly.

I returned to the dressing room and changed back to regular old Vicki. I returned the dress and shoes to Jane, and asked Maureen and Angie if they got everything I needed. They said we were good to go so we met at the counter where my wardrobe had been packaged up. There were quite a lot of bundles there – two garment bags, one bag with two or three shoe boxes, as well as two bags stuffed with clothes.

We loaded the stuff in the car and headed to Angie’s place. The three of us took all of the stuff into her house. They made me wait in the living room "so I won’t ruin the surprise" while they put everything away. We ordered a pizza and decided to relax for the night.

Angie and Maureen grinned at each other. "Go into the guest room and change. Put what you’ve got on in the dresser and hang your blouse and skirt up in the closet. On the bed you’ll find what you’ll be wearing tonight."

I headed off into the room to change. I put my clothing and jewelry away as I was instructed. Before I got dressed, I took a moment to admire my nude female appearance and was amazed at the realism these appliances and the makeover gave me.

I removed the lid to the longer of the two boxes that were sitting on the bed. Inside was the sheerest, sexiest negligee that I had ever seen. I first picked up the red panties that were trimmed in black lace. I stepped into them, first one leg, then the other, and slip the satiny material up my smooth legs. As they rested on my hips, the French cut design of them rose on my legs making them appear even longer than they were. Although the panties weren’t a thong, there was so little material in the back that it was almost like wearing nothing.

I lifted the negligee top and held it up. Two thin spaghetti straps on each shoulder flowed into black trimmed red satin. Black lace trim at the bottom of it tickled me as I slid it on over my shoulders and breasts. The satiny material barely reached the top of my panty line and the low cut neckline again showed off my assets. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing but a desirable woman wanting to be taken to bed and made love to all night long.

I then put on the robe. The satiny material wrapped around my body, barely coming past the point my legs met. The shorter sleeves were billowy, floating around arms. My hands looked even slimmer and more feminine by the red oval fingernails that adorned them as I tied the robe around my waist.

I opened the second box and saw the slippers – open toed black mules with 4-inch heels and marabou feathers over the foot. I slipped them on to complete my look exposing my red toenails. I looked into the mirror and saw that the heels gave my legs the appearance of extra length, and the stretched muscles were tight and shapely.

I left the room in this new feminine outfit. I was determined to "spice it up" for Angie and Maureen as I made my way to the living room. In my sultriest voice, I called out to them, "Watch out girls, here I come!!" and strode into the living room. I shifted my hips in an exaggerated fashion as I placed my feet in front of each other as I walked. I stopped in the middle of the room and drew my red taloned hands up my thigh, over my crotch, and finally up to my breasts. I drew both my hands behind my head, pushing my breasts out even further. I leaned forward and said to them in the breathiest voice I could manage, "Well, what do you think?"

They gazed at me in astonishment and applauded. "You look so hot! You are going to have a great time this weekend. Guys will be all over you and they will treat you like the lady you are. If you play your cards right, you could bed Mr. Right this weekend!!!" They came over and hugged me. We laughed and shared the moment, our breasts pressing up against each other. As we embraced, a couple of hands ran their way up my thighs and gave me a little pinch on the rear! What was that all about?

The doorbell rang and they told me to pay for the pizza while they changed. Gathering myself up, I opened the door to find the pizza boy there. He started for a minute at my long legs, full breasts, and attractive face as he looked me up and down. I watched him and could he even see that his pants were getting a little tighter. Finally, I licked my lips slightly and said, "Yes?"

He stammered a bit as he handed me the pizza. In my heels I was taller then he, so I bent forward to take the boxes from him, giving him a terrific view of my full cleavage. I turned around to put them on the table in the entryway, bending over just enough over to give him a look at my bottom. I pulled the money out of my bra and handed it to him. I let my hand linger over his for a moment and drew the nail of my index finger across his palm. I just smiled at him as he fumbled to make the change. I gave him his tip and wished him a pleasant evening. I turned around and left the door open before he went back to his car. I walked into the kitchen with the pizza, letting him see my long legs and rear through the screen door. I’m sure that I would be the talk of the pizza parlor that night!

I started smiling to myself as I thought of the effect I had on that boy. I relayed the story to Angie and Maureen who laughed with me. "There are advantages to being a woman," said Maureen, "and turning men into mush is one of them." As I served up the pizza, I noticed that they were wearing shorts and t-shirts.

"Why am I dressed so dramatically? It looks like you have all the comfort".

"Well Vicki" said Angie "remember that you are living as a woman this weekend. You need to experience it and by being as femininely dressed as possible, you’ll be able to stay in your role."

I nodded as we ate the pizza. I untied my robe as I sat on the sofa in the living room, my legs were curled up on the couch, and my high-heeled mules were on the floor. We ate and talked about what happened that day, and I asked them questions about how women live that I had never thought of asking before. We had a good conversation and I gained quite an insight into the other gender.

After we finished, we got ready for bed. I learned that Vicki had quite a bit more to do at night than Jim normally would. I had to remove my makeup and wash my face thoroughly. Then I applied some moisturizer to "keep my skin supple" as Maureen put it. When I finished, I looked in the mirror. My skin glowed a bit from the beauty regimen that I had just finished, and with the dark hair framing my face and the red negligee I still saw a pretty woman looking back at me.

I gave Maureen and Angie a goodnight hug and walked to the guestroom. I took off my robe and slippers and climbed under the covers. My hairless arms and legs were very sensitive to the sheets as I settled in the bed, and as I bundled the covers up I felt the satiny material of my negligee slide across my stomach. I looked down at the round globes on my chest protruding upwards like two mountains. I reached up with my right hand, and my oval red fingernails wrapped around the light switch and turned off the bedside lamp. As I laid my long black hair against the pillow, the soft glow of the moon barely streamed into through the slats of the blinds.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought of all that had happened in the past few weeks and culminated in the events of today. What started as a far-fetched idea had turned into a very vivid reality. And I was about to spend two more days in this reality. I wondered what Vicki was going to experience tomorrow.

I awoke the next morning after a restful night’s sleep. As I sat up in bed and stretched, it took me a moment to remember where and who I was. I felt my breasts push out as I arched my back, and I could feel my long hair fall into my face. As I reached up to push the long black hair out of my eyes, I saw the flash of my red fingernails. As I threw the sheets back, they slid across my smooth hairless legs as I began to get up. I took a moment and adjusted my negligee straps so that my nightgown hung properly down my body. I reached for my red satin robe and put it on, tying it tightly over my matching my negligee. As I slipped my feet with their red toenails into my high-heeled slippers, I could hear voices.

I left the bedroom and headed towards the bathroom. I did what I needed to do and as I washed my hands, I took a look in the mirror. My face did look a bit puffy from the sleep, and although my hair was disheveled, there hadn’t been any beard growth overnight. Being Vicki in the morning was not going to have all the difficulties that I thought there might be.

I joined Angie and Maureen in the kitchen. I crossed my legs as I sat down and reached for a cup of coffee. After the usual pleasantries about the night, we began to talk about the day’s agenda. Angie laid it all out for us.

"Later today a housekeeping service will be by to clean everything, so we don’t have to worry about that. We do have to pick up some of the food and drinks for the party, but most is being delivered. I’ve already got the decorations and we’ll have to put those up. It won’t take too long once we get going."

Maureen added, " The first thing we need to do Vicki is get you dressed and ready to face the world. We’re going to take some time this morning and teach you how to do your makeup and hair so you can be pretty self-sufficient later on. You and I will do a lot of the shopping and decorating, and then later will get you ready for the party. It’ll be a blast tonight!"

With those words, I was told to hit the showers and be sure to shampoo and condition my hair. There should be no problem with the cap getting wet, so I went ahead and showered, shampooed and conditioned. I again reveled in the sensations of the smooth skin of my body. It was so new to me to have such long and thick hair that covered my eyes when flung forward and that hung to the middle of my shoulder blades when flung back.

I turned off the water and began toweling off. When I had showered, Angie had come in a put two towels on the counter, some lotion, and a note. I was instructed to dry off with the big towel, and apply the moisturizing lotion all over as far as I could reach. It would help moisturize my skin. I was to shave my face (which didn’t need it) and brush my teeth. Lastly I was to blot my hair dry and wrap the towel around my hair. The other towel was for my body.

I took care of all that and went to find them. The towel around my body covered my breasts and barely covered up all of my rear end. The towel on my head made me look like a swami.

I found the girls in Angie’s room. They had me sit down and began teaching me the intricacies of makeup application.

"Luckily your beard didn’t grow at all, so I think we can dispel with the beard cover. The first thing you is put on your foundation. It evens out your skin tone and gives you a smooth surface to work with." I used the sponge Angie handed me to put this liquid on my face. It matched my skin tone very well and did give my face a smooth appearance.

Maureen gave me a brush. "Take your powder and brush it over your face. It will absorb the excess foundation and take away the glossy look the foundation gives you." I was soon dusting the sweet smelling substance over my nose, chin and cheeks as I was instructed.

Angie complimented me. "You’re doing very well. Now for the blush it’s a little bit different from what you had on yesterday because right now you want a more casual look. It will highlight your cheekbones and draw attention to your eyes. Draw the powder up your cheekbones towards your eyes in even strokes." I did so and the color was added to my checks, giving me an instant glow.

"Next is eye shadow. Take the applicator and apply it to your eyelids. Use the darker colors at the base of your eyelid and the lighter colors towards your eyebrow. You’ll blend them together a little so it doesn’t look like there’s three layers." I began brushing the color on my lids as they instructed. Soon my eyes were full of color in shades that were again slightly less dramatic then yesterday. "That’s part of the casual look you want to have today. Tonight, when you are in costume, you’ll have a more dramatic look" is what Maureen said to me as I continued with the other eye.

"Now for some eyeliner and mascara. Take the pencil and draw a line along your lids. Hold your arm steady by resting your elbow on the vanity top." I slowly drew in the needed lines, as I was worried about poking my self in the eye.

Angie handed me the mascara. "Brush it on up and out. That will give your lashes that extra curl. Don’t do too much for right now… that’s perfect. Just put a little on your lower lashes to give them definition. That’s great." The face in the mirror was really beginning to look good!

"Here’s the lip pencil. Outline your lips first, and then put on the lipstick." I traced the pencil around my lips giving them a nice rose colored outline. The lipstick was no problem as I had taken care of that at least a half dozen times yesterday. I blotted my lips and looked at the attractive face with the turban on. I had done it – Vicki was back in full and living color.

"For your hair, take the blow dryer and work it like this. When your hair is almost dry, take the brush and flip the ends like this. That will give you the right effect." Soon the dryer was whirring and my hair was flying everywhere. I worked on it a good long while and my arms soon tired. Angie and Maureen showed me how to finish up my do. Soon, Vicki was there, all made up and properly coiffed.

Angie and Maureen had been in and out of the room, alternating the instruction. Angie now stated, "Your clothes and accessories for today are in your room. Go ahead and get dressed. Be sure to take your stuff out of yesterday’s purse and put into today’s purse. Women’s purses have to match the clothes and style you’ve got going on. We’ll meet you in the living room."

I went back down the hall to the guest room, still wearing the towel. I made the bed I had slept in, and saw two boxes on the chair in the room. I opened the first and saw my clothes for the day. I took of the towel and got dressed.

I pulled the white cotton panties up my legs. They fit me tight and snug across my crotch and rear, and the high cut leg openings made my legs so much the better. I slipped the white bra up my arms and snapped it in place. I settled my breasts comfortably into the cups and adjusted the straps.

I pulled out the white tee shirt and pulled it over my head. I was careful not to smear my makeup or muss up my hair too much. I put my arms through the short sleeves and tugged the scooped neck down close to the swell of my breasts. The shirt barely ended at the top of my panties.

I pulled out the blue denim shorts and stepped into them. Although they weren’t quite "Daisy Dukes", they were pretty short. They fit tightly around my hips and rear as I snapped the button and zipped the fly over my smooth front.

The jewelry for the day was understated as well. I put the simple silver chain around my neck, and slipped the casual watch onto my left wrist. A silver ring went on my right hand, and I reached under my hair to clip on the matching earrings.

I took the shoebox off the chair and sat down. I opened up the box and saw the sandals that I would be wearing today. They were brown leather with a one-inch platform under the toes and rising to a four-inch wedge heel. I slipped the strap between my big and second toes, and my red toenails glistened in the light.

I looked in the mirror and saw an attractive woman ready for a busy day around town. She was dressed comfortably and casually, yet exuded an air of desirability. Her makeup was elegant yet casual, and she seemed like she would be a fun person to be with.

I took a few minutes and transferred my wallet, makeup, and hairbrush from yesterday’s black purse to today’s brown one. I took a final glance at myself in the mirror, touched up my hair, and went to the living room. The heels of my backless sandals slapped against my feet as I moved through the house. Maureen and Angie were there and had me pirouette for them.

"I look good, don’t I?" My voice was throaty and sexy, and matched my appearance well.

Angie said, "You do look good. Like we said yesterday, you are going to have a great time this weekend. Why don’t you and Maureen get going and we’ll meet back here a little later?"

Maureen and I took off. We hit the grocery store and liquor store, picking up the necessary stuff for the party. Maureen was looking really good too, so everywhere we went, guys were staring at two good-looking women. After a few hours, we headed back to Angie’s and unloaded the car. The cleaning service had already been there, so we put everything away and the three of us began setting up for the party. We moved chairs and tables around, set up the dishes and silverware, and set up the bar area. We used a helium tank to blow up balloons which we released up to the ceiling. We hung black and orange streamers everywhere, and put out fake jack-o-lanterns, monster heads, and the like all over the house. It was 5 o’clock before we were done, and we were tired!

We collapsed on the couch and admired our work. This was going to be one awesome party. As soon as we had caught our breath, we worked out who was going to get ready first.

"Vicki, because we are going to have to give you a little help and advice with your hair and makeup, and help you get dressed, you’ll go last. Angie’s going to get ready first, and then me."

Angie went off to get ready, and Maureen and I began the final preparations on the food and beverages for the party. After a while, Maureen headed off to get ready and I finished up. Finally it was my turn to get ready. Angie met me in the hallway and told me to do what I had done that morning.

I headed into the bathroom and was about to start the shower when I saw the bath salts on the counter. What the heck, I decided, and I poured some of the powder into the tub. Soon the scent of lilacs filled the air and I stepped in for a nice luxurious soaking. It really felt good against my skin and helped relax my muscles after all the work we had done earlier.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Angie was knocking on the door asking if I was okay. I told her to come in and she saw me soaking in the tub, covered with frothy bubbles in all the right places to maintain my dignity! She just smiled at me and told me to get a move on. I went ahead and drained the tub, rinsed off really quickly, and dried off and headed to Angie’s room.

Angie and Maureen were already there, having completed their makeup and working on their hair. They had me sit down at the vanity and get to work.

"You’ll be doing the same thing as you did this morning, although the colors will be a bit richer and more dramatic. Before you do that, blow dry your hair because we need to put the hot rollers in."

I got work on my hair and it was on its way to being dry when they had me stopped. They proceeded to take rollers and put them in my hair with some gel. "You need to keep them in while you do your make up" Maureen told me.

I went to work. I applied foundation, powder, blush, shadow, eyeliner, mascara, lip liner and stick just like that morning. Angie and Maureen kept making me put the makeup on heavier, with more definition. It definitely was a much more dramatic look, and I was very interested to see what my costume was going to be.

With the makeup done, it was time to do my hair. They removed the pins and curlers, and my hair cascaded down in ringlets. Maureen and Angie took some brushes and began brushing out my hair into what seemed like a frenetic style. They then took what seemed like a gazillion pins and began pinning the hair up. Soon I had a mass of curls piled high at the back of my head and falling towards my neck. My bangs were brushed forward towards my eyebrows.

Angie said, "It’s time to get you dressed. Step into this." She was holding up what looked like a corset (I had seen one at Being You). It was black and looked very constricting.

I stepped into it, and the three of us worked it up my torso. We took a few minutes to make sure my breasts were properly placed in the cups and then the lacing began. Angie and Maureen began pulling on the laces, and I could feel my midsection compress as the sides of the corset were drawn closer together. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more they announced, "All done" as they tied the laces off.

I looked in the mirror and saw that my figure really had been shaped to the classic hourglass. My waist was smaller than ever, my hips seemed to flare out more, and my breasts were even more prominent than before.

Maureen handed me some stockings. "Take these and put them one, kind of like your pantyhose from yesterday. Be careful not to run them with your nails, and be sure to keep the seams straight in the back. When they’re all the way up your thighs, will attach them to the garters hanging from the bottom of your corset."

I proceeded to roll up the black fishnet stockings and slip them over the toes on my right foot. I slowly unrolled them as I worked my up my thigh. When they were all the way up, I checked the seams to make sure they were straight and smoothed out the wrinkles. I pulled the garters into place and attached the stockings securely. I repeated the process with the other leg.

I put on the panties that were handed to me, pulling them over my stockings and garters up to my behind and crotch. I walked over to the mirror and experienced the sensation of the stockings and garters tugging as I moved. The restraint of my corset, along with the stockings caused me to move slightly differently across the room.

Angie handed me a shoebox. "Here are your shoes. Go ahead and put them on." I unwrapped my footwear from the tissue paper covered them. I slipped my stocking clad foot into the pump, my foot easily adjusting to the 3-½ inch heel height. I brought the T-strap across my instep and slipped it into the buckle. After both shoes were on, I walked around the room to get settled in this attire.

"Have a seat", said Maureen, pointing to the edge of the bed. I sat down and the two of them began attaching a headband with a feather to my hair. The feather stuck up straight and curled back just a bit. They also put a slender velvet choker around my neck and clipped on some dangling earrings.

"Now for your dress. Go ahead and stand up." I did and they brought a dress out of the closet for me. I stepped into it and they pulled it up my body. I stuck my arms in the sleeves and they zipped it up. I turned towards the mirror to get a good luck at my role for the night.

An attractive and shapely saloon hall girl stared back at me. A black feather was stuck in her hair and curled back towards the mass of ringlets on the top of her head. She was quite attractive, with dark expressive eyes, a smooth complexion, and full sensually red lips.

The dress hung over shoulders on two-inch wide straps, and the neckline plunged to a frilly vee to give a display of my cleavage. The bodice of the dress was striped in maroon and green and nipped into a tiny waist and ended just below the shoulder blades in the back. The skirt was black and the slit, which ran from the bottom of the skirt at my knee to the middle of my thigh, was scalloped with a lace petticoat. As gathered up the skirt in my hand and swirled it, the tops of my black fishnet stockings were barely covered. The slit exposed my long shapely legs all the way down to my high-heeled feet.

Angie and Maureen came up next to me and put their arms around my waist and gave my skirt a playful brush. "You look terrific, I’m glad we got this costume for you! You only need one more thing, so put these on and we’ll meet you in the living room."

I walked to the living room, my skirt rustling as my hips swayed seductively back and forth. I could feel the curls of my hair bounce up and down as I walked, and I glanced down to see my breasts jiggle as I moved. I stopped in the living room and began putting on the gloves that Angie had handed me. They were black satin and they went past my elbows and up onto my meager biceps. I put my hands on my hips and struck a pose; I certainly looked like a saloon girl that you see in the movies!!

I was looking at myself when Angie and Maureen came in. Maureen was dressed in a tight fitting cat suit, the lycra-spandex material hugging her shape tightly. Her fingernails were long and black, and she had drawn out her eyes with her eyeliner to make them look more feline. She had cat ears on her head, and a tail pinned to her rear swung back and forth whenever she moved in her black high heels. Angie was a Playboy Bunny tonight. She wore a red strapless one-piece bathing suit that fit her tightly and was cut high on the leg openings, along with black stockings and red high-heeled pumps. She had the obligatory bunny tail and ears, and she had on the black bow tie and white collar as well as the white cuffs at the end of her wrists. The three of us looked very good in our costumes, and we should have the guys fighting over us tonight!

Soon the guests started arriving and the party was underway. I was introduced to everyone as Angie’s friend Vicki and got a lot of attention from the guys in attendance. One good-looking fellow named Keith, dressed as a cowboy, kind of latched on to me the whole night. We talked a lot, and I spun a story of how I had just broken up with a long-time boyfriend recently and wasn’t ready to move on quite yet. I hoped that would make him keep his distance!

He asked me to dance and soon we were out on the patio moving to the music. My skirts were swirling as my hips gyrated to the music, and my body swayed to the rhythms. The music slowed and I did not object as he pulled me closer to dance. I felt his hand at my waist and his breathing on my neck as moved in a circle to the music. We were so close that I could even feel his member getting hard as we danced! I was having quite an influence on him!

As the song ended, we stepped apart. He looked deep in my eyes and then he brought his lips close to mine. I closed my eyes and I was soon rewarded with the feel of his kiss. I felt my lipstick rub off on his lips as I returned the gesture. We shifted our heads a little and continued to lock lips. After a few moments, I pushed him gently away.

"Keith, we’ve got to stop. It’s not that I don’t like you or want to be with you, it’s just that I’m still getting over my last boyfriend. I don’t want to rush anything and ruin it for the both of us. Please understand that." I reached up with my satin-gloved hand and stroked his cheek with my finger.

"Vicki, I didn’t mean to scare you or rush you. It just seemed that the moment, the mood, and the music was right. I had this tremendous desire to kiss you. I’ve enjoyed our conversation this evening and I like you too. I hope someday we can go out and spend some time together, but we can do it when you’re ready"

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Keith, I really appreciate that. Maybe someday we can do that. For now, let’s go back in the house and rejoin the party." We went back inside and I headed towards the bathroom to refresh my lipstick.

I saw Angie and pulled her into the guest room. As I closed the door, I told her what had happened with Keith.

"You go girl! Keith is a hot one. He’s also pretty nice, so he’ll respect your desires about keeping it slow. You’re handling everything well, so just enjoy the party."

We went back to the living room and I sat on the couch next to Keith. There were no objections from me when he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled my close to him. As I leaned up next to him and rested my head against his shoulder, I caught him glancing appreciatively at my long legs clad in the fishnet stockings. We spent most of the rest of the evening that way, talking and getting to know each other.

At about 2 AM, most everyone had headed for home. Keith lingered a bit as we said our goodbyes. I took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. "Keith, I’ve enjoyed the time we spent together tonight. You seem like a really great guy. I’m just not ready to move on yet, and I’m very grateful that you will respect my wishes.

I need a favor from you now. I’m not trying to change the rules, but I need a little help getting out of this outfit. Would you mind unzipping my dress a couple of inches so I can take it off? Also, if you could untie the bow on the corset and loosen the laces a little, that would be great."

I stood there while Keith went to work. I wanted to see how far he would go and if he would respect me. I felt his hands find the zipper and then he gently pulled it down a few inches, exposing the corset. I felt the bow and laces loosen as he tugged at them gently. "There you go," he said in a husky voice as he finished.

I turned around and held my dress up tight against my breasts. I didn’t want it falling down and exposing them to him just yet. I looked up at him and slipped my right hand behind his neck and pulled his face towards mine. I closed my eyes as our lips met and kissed. My lips parted and my tongue forced its way between his lips. He responded in kind and was soon exploring my mouth with his tongue. He pulled me closer to him and I could really feel his member stiffen as continued our kiss.

I separated away from and hugged him. "Thank you for your help. You are such a great guy. If you ever want to go out, give Angie a call; she’ll know how to get in touch with me. Bye-bye." I turned and walked to the guestroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. What had I done? Why did I enjoy it so much? I was a straight guy and shouldn’t feel like this. But what I did felt right for Vicki.

I saw on the bed another box with my sleepwear for the night. I removed my costume and let my hair down, and opened up the box. I pulled the panties (all black tonight, even the trim) up over my legs until they rested on my hips and behind. I rolled up the negligee and dropped it over my head. The spaghetti straps caught the sleeveless garment at my shoulders and held it up to just above my ankles.

There was a deep vee at my breast line but it was looser there than what I wore last night. I looked in the mirror and saw the two strings on either side of the vee, just next to my breasts. I gave them a little tug and saw that they were laces, reaching all the way down to the top of my panties. I drew the laces in and tightened the negligee around my torso. I tied the strings in a bow that rested right where at the point of the vee. The negligee fit tight across my middle and breasts and displayed my cleavage quite nicely.

I put on my marabou-feathered mules from yesterday, and saw that the gown was slit on both legs all the way to the middle of my thighs. I pulled the long sleeve robe from the box and put it on, tying it around my waist. It flowed with the material of the negligee as I turned on my 4-inch heels and left the guest room to find Angie and Maureen.

They were in the living room sitting on the couch. Everyone else had left, so I filled a wine glass and joined them. I kicked off my slippers and sat on the couch, curling my legs up under me and my negligee and robe swirling as I settled into place. "Well Angie," I said, "you throw quite a party".

"Well, I try to let everyone have a good time. And it seemed to me that one of my guests was having a great time. Wouldn’t you agree Maureen?"

"I wonder who that couple from the Old West doing the old Tonsil Tango was in the backyard earlier? I think the same one where the girl was doing a little "ziptease" with a cowpoke before he left."

"Look girls," I said " I just reacted to the moment like anyone else would. And about the unzipping, I needed some help to get out of the costume. Besides, he was a perfect gentleman."

Angie came back at me. "You just reacted like any woman would. You are really getting into your role as Vicki, Jim, and you like it a lot. This experience is going to have quite an effect on you."

Maureen added her two cents worth as well. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you would have taken him to bed in a heartbeat. I saw the look on your face as you cuddled next to him on the couch. You really like him, I mean, Vicki really likes him."

I sat back and sipped my wine as I thought about this. Did Jim do this or did Vicki? Was Vicki part of Jim or a separate person that had her own wants, desires, and agenda? I rolled this over in my head as I sipped my wine and drifted off to sleep on the couch.

I awoke the next morning stretched out on the living room couch, a light blanket covering me. I extended my arms and opened my eyes to the mid-morning sunlight. Angie was sipping on a cup of coffee, and I could hear the shower running in the back of the house.

"Good morning Vicki. How did you sleep?"

"Not too bad, I guess. I was pretty tired after everything we’ve done the last two days, and I slept pretty soundly. "Pretty" is the operative word, when you look at what I wore to bed last night."

"Are you enjoying your time as Vicki?"

"Well Angie, I was so uncertain about this before we started, but as the weekend has progressed I’ve become more and more comfortable. All of the things I’m doing and the way I’m acting seem so natural, almost like second nature. And because it’s easier, I find I’m not having to worry about doing things and can enjoy how I’m acting and how I’m being treated by others."

"That’s good to know. We wouldn’t want you to do something that you’re not comfortable with. This morning, the three of us are going to go out for a nice Sunday brunch, and then we’ll come back here and clean up a little bit. Later on we have to get ready for the party tonight. You are going to love the costume we picked out for you!"

"Please give me a hint. What is it? I’d really like to know?"

Maureen walked in just then. "Nope, it’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait until tonight. Why don’t you get ready for brunch? Your clothes are on the bed, and go ahead and do your hair and makeup like you did yesterday morning. While your showering, be sure to take a razor and get rid of any stubble on your legs, arms, and chest. Don’t forget to check under your arms too!"

With those instructions I got off the couch and went to get ready for the day. The black sating material of my negligee and robe swirled about me as I headed towards the bathroom. I cleaned up just as they had told me. I did my hair and makeup and went to get dressed.

Today’s wardrobe was very similar to yesterday’s. White panties and bra and then a short sleeved white cotton button down blouse. It was a little difficult buttoning the buttons on the wrong side, but I got it done quickly. I pulled on a faded blue denim skirt that ended a few inches above my knees and zipped it up. Yesterday’s sandals were slipped on my feet and I put on my jewelry from the day before. I picked up my purse and went to the living room. Maureen and Angie were attired in a similarly casual style, and we headed off to the restaurant.

We walked in like three old girlfriends and sat down to wait for the table. Some of the early football games were on the TV sets over the bar, and we were able to catch some of the play. Luckily we all three liked football enough to be interested in it. We eventually were taken to our table to enjoy a nice leisurely brunch. The waiter seemed to pay extra attention to us, and soon it wasn’t hard to see that he was giving us first treatment above all his other tables.

We headed back to Angie’s place and began cleaning up the remnants of the party. Luckily, everyone had helped a little before they left, so we didn’t have all that much to do. By about 3 PM we were finished and sitting on the back patio enjoying a diet soda and soaking up the afternoon sun.

We talked more about the events of the weekend and my experiences as Vicki. We gabbed about men, clothes, makeup, dating, and relationships as if we were three sisters. I tried to steer them towards my costume for the evening, but they wouldn’t tell me a thing.

"Well, wait a minute. There is something you could know." With that Angie got up and went into the house. She returned with some cotton, nail polish remover, and bottles and bottles of nail polish.

"You need to change your polish for tonight. The red you have on won’t match what you’ll be wearing. You need this color." She tossed me a bottle of polish that was some sort of shade of purple and told me to get to work.

So I began applying the polish remover to my fingers and toes, stripping off the bright red color that had been with me the last two days. When the remover had sufficiently dried, I began applying the first of three coats of the purple polish to my fingers and toes. I was awkward to walk without using the balls of me feet when Maureen had me bring her the cotton. I didn’t need to have the cotton fall out from between my toes.

We sat there sipping our sodas and letting our nails dry in the afternoon breeze. Soon it was time to get ready to for party that evening. We each headed our separate ways, and I was soon bathing and washing my hair. I made sure to check my face for beard growth (there was none) and then I joined Maureen and Angie in Angie’s room.

"For your makeup tonight Vicki, you need to just a bit more exotic than you were last night. You’ll be using slightly different shades than before, so well give you some advice as you get going."

With these words from Maureen in mind, I began making up my face for tonight. I started off with the foundation and powder as before, and there was no change in their application. Next was the blush. It was a slightly darker shade than before, and I brushed it on a little heavier than normally.

I proceeded to my eyes and there were marked changes from last night. The shades were more towards purple and plum in color, and again I applied it a little heavier. The eyeliner was drawn out further along my eyelids, making them more feline in appearance. The mascara was even applied thicker, giving my eyes almost a middle-Eastern look.

The lip liner and lipstick were purple in color, matching my nail polish very well. I drew the outline around my lips and then filled it in with the colorful waxy substance. A close look in the mirror showed me that I had achieved quite an exotic and erotic look tonight.

I began to work on my hair. It was mostly dried when Angie and Maureen instructed me to leave it slightly damp. I combed some gel into it and then pulled it back into a ponytail, which was knotted high at the back of my head, the tail falling down towards my shoulder blades. I took the curling iron and applied it to my ponytail as well as my bangs, curling them over my eyebrows. With my hair done that way, there was quite a dichotomy between my erotic facial appearance as compared to my youthful hairstyle. I looked quizzically at the other two when I was done.

As if she were reading my mind, Angie said "Don’t worry Vicki, it will make sense when you’re dressed. Here, put this on." She handed me the first part of my costume.

I separated the two pieces of pink material. I unfolded the panties to a two-piece bathing suit and put them on. They were cut high at the leg openings and were modest when it came to covering my rear end. When the panties were in place, I put on the matching bra. It was strapless, and I wrapped it around my chest, fastened it, and turned it around the proper way. I leaned over and allowed my breasts to settle into the cups as I adjusted it.

"I hope I’m wearing more than this."

"Oh don’t worry, you are. Here slip this on."

Maureen handed me a light piece of material. I unfolded it and found I was holding some kind of pants. The waistband was a deep purple color and had sequins and (fake) jewels as decorations. The legs of the pants attached to the purple waistband was a gold colored, diaphanous material that was not form fitting but billowy. The ends of the pants legs were in the same material as the waistband, although there was Velcro there to allow them to be put on or taken off easily.

I separated the Velcro tabs of the pants’ cuffs and stepped into them. I pulled the pants up my legs, and the airy billowing material brushed against m calves and thighs. I settled the waistband at the proper place and adjusted the Velcro tabs to fit snugly above my ankles.

Angie handed me another shoebox, ad I removed the metallic gold strappy sandals from the box. There were three straps that criss-crossed just above my toes, and I slipped my feet under them. I wiggled my toes comfortably into place, and settled my foot into the shoe, my heel resting on the five-inch high stiletto heel. I took hold of the ankle strap and wrapped it around my ankle, buckling it securely into place. I did the same with the other foot.

I stood up and adjusted to these higher heels. I took smaller steps and distributed my weight to balance properly. I felt the sensation of the pants as the rustled against my skin as I moved. I could also feel my breasts bounce some more as they strained to be released from the tight bra I was wearing.

Angie and Maureen nodded in approval. "You are looking real good. Just a few more things and you’ll be ready to go."

I held my knees and ankles together as they sat me down to work on my hair. Actually they pinned a small purple fez-like hat to my hair just in front of my ponytail. They clipped earrings on that were heavier than what I had worn before. They were gold and jeweled and matched what I was wearing perfectly. A matching necklace was placed around my neck

They handed me a wisp of a jacket to put on. It was more like a vest and matched my pants. It was purple and had jewels and sequins. Around the bottom was little purple fringe. I slipped it on and found not only didn’t it button, it didn’t even extend much beyond the bottom of my bra. I was going to be a harem girl tonight with an exposed stomach as well.

A couple of finishing touches were all that was needed. Some bracelets for both wrists and rings for both hands were added. Maureen pinned a piece of gold fabric to one side of my hat, and brought it across my face and attached it to the other side. She positioned it so that it covered my nose and mouth; only my eyes were exposed.

As Maureen was taking care of that, I was startled by the coldness of some type of goop being applied to my mid-section. I looked down and saw that Angie had positioned a jewel right in my navel. "Don’t worry Vicki, it’s the same stuff we used to attach your breasts. There won’t be any problem with it." That was a comforting thought!!

I looked at the harem girl in the mirror. She was very shapely and had long lovely legs. Her costume was gorgeous. She would make quite a splash at the party tonight, even if underneath it all she was a guy.

I turned to watch Angie and Maureen finish getting dressed. Angie had me zip her up in her electric blue flapper costume, complete with the sequined headband and black satin gloves. The fringe shimmied as she moved around the room in her 4-inch black pumps, and I could see the tops of her stockings as she stuck a flask into the garter she wore on her leg.

Maureen finished tying the apron strings on her maid’s outfit. The black satin dress fit her tightly across her breasts and down through her narrower waist (I’m sure she was wearing a corset!). Her skirt flared out by the white petticoat she had underneath it, and her long legs were encased in black stockings and matching satin pumps. The white apron and cap completed her outfit.

The three of us looked terrific. We gave each other an appraising eye and tugged something here and adjusted something else there. We were three attractive women about to hit town on Halloween night. We would drive the men wild!!

We rushed out the door as the taxi pulled up. We weren’t about to try and drive and then park at this party. We got a few wolf whistles from Angie’s neighbors as we got in the cab and piled in the back seat. We headed towards downtown, where they had blocked off about 4 square blocks for the partygoers. You couldn’t get in without a ticket, and you had to be over 21 to get it. Various businesses supplied the food and drink, and the admission price went for the entertainment. There was also a costume contest with prizes for best individual, couple and group, scariest, most humorous, and most original.

We got out of the cab and walked a block to the party entrance. I pulled my ticket out of my purse (gold lame to go with my costume) and handed it to the security officer there. He did a double take as he looked at Vicki, then at Jim’s drivers license, and back at Vicki. I leaned over to him and whispered to him in my (Jim’s) normal voice, "Yes that is me, I am a guy. Good costume, huh?" He just nodded and laughed and waved us in, wishing us a pleasant evening.

The party was pandemonium. People in all sorts of costumes were everywhere. There were monsters, cowboys, aliens, political figures, and people in no costumes. There were even guys dressed as women. Some were campy, others just guys in dresses. Many just tried to look as much like women as they could but not in a costume. Although I didn’t look very hard, I didn’t see any men dressed as a woman in a costume that looked as good as I did.

We merged through the crowd and I got pinched on the rear end a few times. I also felt a lot of hands on my breasts. Guys were coming over to us and trying to pick us up. We fended off their advances and went to the stage area and began dancing with the crowd. The DJ was playing great music and the crowd was really enjoying it. Angie, Maureen, and I attracted a lot of attention from the men in attendance. Even some of the women tried to hit on us!

Eventually the music died down and they announced the costume contest winners. During the evening, the judges had been circling around and viewing everyone as they enjoyed the festivities. They would announce the winners and one of the judges would be close by the individual to get them on stage. They began by announcing the Scariest, Most Humorous, and Most Original Costumes, and the winners were shown onstage for the crowd to see.

They then announced Best Couple and Best Group, and they were escorted to the stage. Then the Emcee announced, "And the winner for Best Costume is the Harem Girl!" At that moment I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around and saw a woman with a button marked "Judge" on it. She motioned me to get on the stage, and behind her was the security guard who had checked my ID when I came in. I hesitated for a moment and then Maureen and Angie pushed me through the crowd and towards the stage.

I made my way up the steps towards the Emcee. The applause wasn’t as great for me as the other winners. I guess a Harem Girl wasn’t that special. As we moved to the center of the stage, the Emcee whispered to me, "We know you’re a guy, so when we ask you your name, us your male voice and give us a guy’s name. It doesn’t have to be your real name, just be sure it’s a guy’s name." I nodded as we reached center stage.

I stood and looked over the crowd. My nervousness was evident by my heavy breathing, which caused my chest to heave up and down as I stood there. There were a lot of catcalls and wolf whistles from the crowd as I stood there. The Emcee congratulated me and handed me with an envelope with the $1,000 prize in it.

"Now I’m sure my dear that everyone would love to know who you are. The guys out there are all set to call directory assistance and get your number. Please tell us your name."

A few more wolf whistles went out as I paused with the microphone in front of my mouth. I cleared my throat and said in my normal deep male speaking voice, "MY NAME IS BILL WATSON."

A hush fell over the crowd as the words escaped my mouth. Then cheers and applause resounded around the stage. A lot of guys started giving their friends who whistled at me grief for falling for a guy. Shouts of "Way to Go" and "You Look Great" wafted their way up to my ears. I struck a couple of campy poses for the crowd, sticking my behind and breasts out more. The volume of applause and whistles increased. I waved at the crowd as I went down the stairs and made my back to Angie and Maureen.

As I fought my way through the crowd, men and women were shaking my hands and patting me on the back. I heard comments like "You look great", "Give me a call", and even a few derisive slurs made their way to me. About 10 people, both men and women, pulled me towards them and said that I looked terrific and gave me slips of paper with what turned out to be their phone numbers. I was tugged at in many directions and was quite relieved to get back to my friends.

They both gave me a big hug and congratulated me on winning. They asked about the "Bill Watson" business, and I explained what the Emcee had said to me when I got up there. We tried talking about it there, but between the restarting of the music, the din from the crowd, and all the people trying to talk to me, we couldn’t hear ourselves think. We looked at each other and nodded and grabbed each other’s hands and pushed our way through the crowd. We went back to the entrance and hailed a cab to head back to Angie’s.

We ran up Angie’s driveway as fast as our high heels would let us, laughing and giggling all the way. We almost tumbled into the house and collapsed in the living room. We caught our breath and looked at each other.

"You know" I said "I’m going to have leave soon, and I think I’m sorry that Vicki is going to go away."

Angie said to me, " Are you sure about that? It’s not that you can’t bring her back. You have a small wardrobe and know what to do. It’s a question of whether you want to or not."

Maureen agreed. "You’ve had a lot of experiences in the last three days. You were thought to be a woman. You lived that life and saw what it’s like on this side of the fence. You even enjoyed what happened and all the attention you received. I think you have a lot of stuff to think about."

I couldn’t disagree with what they were saying. I just nodded my head soberly as these things raced through my mind. I headed to the guest room to change into what I wore earlier for my drive home. I removed my harem pants and vest, and took of my purple fez. I put on the white blouse, but I tied it in a knot just below my breasts and then put on the blue denim skirt. I decided to keep on the strappy sandals I had worn with the harem girl outfit.

I checked my hair and makeup in the mirror. I loosened my ponytail and brushed my long black hair to a semblance of its normal style. I swapped some of the evening’s jewelry for that from earlier in the day. I packed everything up and headed out to say goodbye to my two friends and coworkers.

I gave them each a big hug. "You two have done quite a job on me, and I thank you so much for all you’ve done. I have a lot of thinking to do, and I hope I can turn to you for advice and answers."

Angie took my hands in hers and looked at me, tears welling in her eyes. "You know that you can always turn to us, and we are so glad that we were able to help you this weekend."

Maureen just grinned at me and said, "We’re always happy to help. We’re glad you enjoyed yourself."

I walked out the front door to my car and started it up. I adjusted the seatbelt strap between my breasts and turned to look at them again. I waved goodbye to them with the long fingernails of my right hand and put the car in gear. I took it slow out of her neighborhood, as I had never driven in 5-inch high heels before. It took a moment to change the angle of my feet but I was on my way.

As I headed towards home, a jumble of thoughts crossed my mind about what had transpired these last few days. I had taken a significant step towards finding out more about myself and what I was all about. I had discovered that I enjoyed doing things that I had never thought of doing before. I had no idea of exactly what I was going to do, although I was sure of one thing.

Vicki would play some role, great or small, in my life.

 

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