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  "Why did I ever let myself get roped into this?"

  "If I had to hazard a guess, it’s because you’re trying to get into my pants. You’re doing pretty well so far - you’re already getting into my dresses" Jenny quipped.

  Jenny helped me squeeze back into the red dress.

  "Hang on just a sec" she said as she poked around in the closet. "Ah, here we are."

  Jenny help a pair of red flats in her hand. "You probably need a break from the heels by now."

  "That’s not the least of what I need a break from" I whined.

  "Oh, Mikey, be a good sport" she said as she kissed me gently on the lips.

  "We really need a different name for you - people are going to look at us funny if I call you Mikey. I think your new name should be Heidi."

  "Why Heidi" I asked?

  "Because you’re ‘hiding’ a little something. Get it - Heidi is hiding something?"

  "Funny, very funny"

  "Besides, it’s a lovely name. I’ve always liked it, so it’s appropriate that my bride should be name Heidi".

  I wandered into the living room and watch a little TV as I waited for Jenny to get ready.

  A few minutes later, Jenny came into the living room wearing a green dress that was similar to mine. She was also carrying two small purses - one red, one green. I could only imagine who the red purse was for.

  "Here you go, Heidi. A woman mustn’t go anywhere without her purse."

  I opened the purse a took a peak inside. There were a couple of lipsticks, a tube of mascara, and some tampons.

  Jenny grinned. "Hey, a girl needs to be prepared for any emergency."

  We decided to eat at the Outback Steakhouse. The Outback was in the middle of a large mall. I nearly peed my panties when I realized that we would need to walk through a crowd of shoppers to get to the restaurant.

  "Shit. What if somebody sees me?"

  "I seriously doubt that anyone would recognize you, Heidi. Please watch your language - ladies don’t use such foul language."

  We got into the restaurant and were quickly seated at a table for two.

  "Good evening ladies. My name is Jeremy and I will be your waiter tonight."

  Butterflies surfaced in my stomach as this strange guy referred to me as a lady. I ordered ordered a soda, using the softest possible voice. After all, I did not want Jeremy to discover that I was packing a penis in my panties - that would have been an embarrassing situation for all of us.

  Jeremy left to go get our drinks and Jenny leaned across the table toward me.

  "He is totally checking you out!"

  "Don’t be ridiculous, Jenny."

  "I’m serious. I’m telling you, you are one hot, sexy mama."

  I blushed at the "compliment". I hated to admit it, but I suspected that Jenny was right - on both counts. She had done a tremendous job of turning me into an attractive female, and it did appear that Jeremy had taken notice.

  Jeremy returned with our drinks and we both ordered steaks. I noticed that even when Jenny was ordering, his eyes were fixed on me.

  I could swear that Jeremy winked at me as he left our table. It made me really nervous to have a guy looking me up and down. In a strange way, though, it felt nice to have the attention. It made me feel pretty - although I wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not. I had never considered myself to be pretty before. But then again, I had never been out in public in a sexy red dress with my hair done up in curls before, either. At this point, the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering full blast.

  "Are you done daydreaming about our hunk of a waiter?"

  I blushed and focused my attention back on my dinner companion.

  "Sorry, Jenny. My mind was somewhere else."

  "You’re mine until the party, remember that. If you forget that, I’ll make sure you sing soprano. You can chase down Jeremy after I’m done with you."

  "I’m not ... that wasn’t ... I didn’t ..." I stumbled through an incredibly incoherent attempt at an explanation."

  "It’s OK, dear. I completely understand. He’s grade A prime beef, and I can’t blame you one bit."

  My blushed deepened to a furious shade of red.

  "You are so cute when you blush, Heidi. All the guys love to see a girl blush."

  When our steaks arrived, Jenny reminded me to mind my manners. Ladies have proper table manners and take small bites, she told me. I was famished, but I cut my steak into tiny pieces just as she did.

  We finished our meal, and Jenny paid the bill. Jeremy saw us heading out the door and told us to have a good night.

  "My friend Heidi says she might give you her number if you’re nice to us again next time" Jenny told him.

  I only blushed mildly this time. I could see that Jeremy was blushing, too.

  "You are such a flirt, Heidi." "Me? You were the one who said I’d give him my number."

  "I had to give him something to keep you interested."

  "No, you didn’t. Why would I need a guy to be interested in me?"

  "You never know, Heidi. Our marriage might not work out. It could be handy for you to have a guy on the side."

  I laughed at this. Jenny either had a very strange sense of humor, or she was really beginning to think of me as a woman. Or quite possibly, both.

  My butterflies started beating their wings again as we entered the main flow of traffic in the mall. I couldn’t help fearing that someone I knew would recognize me.

  Jenny suggested that we head back to her place, and I heartily agreed. I craved the safe haven of her apartment, away from the stares of me who saw me as nothing but a sex object, another pretty woman walking down the mall.

  We cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. It was a chick flick, but I didn’t mind.

  The movie ended, and Jenny and I headed back to her bedroom.

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

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

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

  "Wear this for me."

  Jenny held a frilly black teddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "Honey, I have some homewo
rk for you" Jenny said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  I blushed and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Then Jenny pulled out what appear to be artificial breasts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "You know that’s not what I mean."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "Are you under control, Heidi?"

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

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

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

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