Halloween changes people
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				Title: <strong>Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 23:55:00</strong>
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				(I don’t care much for your male half since he won’t be round for long, but a name and general idea of him would be nice)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 01:33:20</strong>
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				Chris Roberts sighed deeply as he looked at the calendar. <br><br>Halloween. <br><br>He'd made a bet with a fellow student about tonight, about being able to arrange entry into the best costume party on campus, and he'd been beaten to the punch. So now, as the forfeit, he had to wear whatever costume his friend wanted.<br><br>Had he won, he didn't know what he would have picked out. The bet hadn't been his idea, after all. <br><br>He towelled off his lean, somewhat boyish twenty-year-old body, patting down his short brown hair as he stepped out of the shower, pulling on a pair of boxers, an olive drab T-shirt and sport socks before leaving the bathroom of his apartment, walking to the bedroom and pulling a pair of jeans over his fair-skinned, somewhat hairy legs. <br><br>Just a few hours till the main event now, and they would probably have to be there promptly to maximise the embarrassment, so he wa already expecting a buzz at the door intercom...
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:09:43</strong>
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				Peter didn’t even bother knocking on his friend’s door. He picked up the spare key from behind the door frame and let himself in. seeing Chris in his bedroom mark quickly followed him in and emptied two bags of clothes onto the bed. Smiling at Chris, Peter spreads the clothes out on the bed so he can easily see what he bought. “I thought about what you should wear and decided that we should go with a theme. I’m going to be going as a priest.” He holds up <br><br>(http://supernal-clothing.co.uk/shop/images/BlackPriestStyleCassock.jpg)<br>“As for you, you get to wear all of this. And be thankful I found everything some of this was hard to get” Peter points to the pile of clothing<br><br>(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5213/5399819208_5b61400e7d.jpg) (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5399217209_9a5cbbd879_m.jpg) (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5015/5399819106_159196ba0c.jpg) (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5399217009_e9b2a53f52.jpg) (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5259/5399217053_11d402f831.jpg) (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5399217085_661925b87a.jpg) (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5300/5399818900_407525effd.jpg) (http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/7778R.jpg)<br>(from left to right: red fishnet tights, spandex hotpants, boots, red corset, horns+tail+bowtie, wings, wig,gloves)<br><br>"I’ve made sure that it coves most of your body, but you’re going to have to shave your chest to make this look good. Now I bet your wishing you didn’t make a bet with me" Peter smiles almost ear to ear as he shows you the outfit<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:33:37</strong>
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				Chris stares in utter shock as his friend pulls out a pair of gleaming red thigh boots with high heels, a matching corset, a wig...<br><br>"No way..." He shakes his head. "No way am I wearing this!" He quivers with shock and anger at the idea. "I mean... I'll look like shit! And... I wasn't gonna do <em>anything</em> like this to you if <em>I</em> won!"<br><br>He had suspected that the bet was a setup, but he had no idea it might be something so strange. <br><br>"Do you hate me, is that it?" He shakes his head again in disbelief.
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:45:39</strong>
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				"It to late to pull out now Chris. I told everyone on facebook that you were going to wear this for the party tonight. I took pictures while I was shopping and everything. Everyone knows you lost the bet, and you know better than anyone you can’t say no to the conditions afterword. Think about it, everyone will know you chickened out and don’t follow though with a bet if you don’t wear it all. And not say you wouldn’t have done it to me; I know what your like. Now get ready we only have a few hours to go and this will take a lot of work. "<br><br>&nbsp;Peter picks up the priest gown and goes into the living room, sitting down on the couch he turns the TV on and picks up an Xbox controller. “when your done we can have another game, you know just to prove I wasn’t cheating last time.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 04:12:04</strong>
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				"I would not," Chris mutters under his breath as he looks through the collection of red PVC and fishnets and more. <br><br>"God, how much did you spend on all this, you perv?" There must be hundreds' worth of clothes here. Hundreds spent on a slutty devil girl costume. For him. In his size.<br><br>He sighs deeply. "Well, everyone on the group knows you're the freak for buying it, hopefully they'll laugh at you more." Shaking his head world-wearily, he picks up the bags of gleaming red clothes and accessories. <br><br>"I suppose you want me to pad my chest out... and no underwear under these... tiny little shorts? Ouch, bloody hell..."
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 13:15:01</strong>
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				“Isn’t it nice of your to think about your friends finances at a time like this. Don’t worry Chris I won’t have to skip my rent or anything for this.” <br><br>In truth Peter had already made wagers with people at the party about weather or not Chris would go though with the bet. He stood to make quite a profit from all of this if Chris wore the entire outfit for the night out. Then again if he chickened out then Peter really would have to skip the rent. Lost in his own thoughts Peter only caught the end of Chris speaking.<br><br>“I don’t know I thought the shorts were underwear when I saw them, do what you like just make sure to wear it all”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 00:23:07</strong>
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				"Fine," Chris hisses irritably, as he unpacks everything and finds a pair of thong panties, also in red, at the bottom. And a makeup kit with bright red lipstick and black eyeliner and eyeshadow. <br><br>Sighing deeply, he yanks off his own clothes, leaving them on the floor, gives his not too hairy chest a quick wet shave, opens the pack of underwear and steps into the panties.<br><br>They feel nicer than expected, soft and silky. Everything looks tacky, but these at least feel nice. <br><br>Doing his best not to focus on that, he starts to slide up the fishnet tights, then pulls up the hotpants. They cling to his not-remotely-pert bottom uncomfortably, forcing him to adjust his manhood to avoid too huge a bulge. <br><br>He lifts up the corset. "Okay... if you want me to wear <em>this</em> thing you're going to have to help me put it on. <em>Big boy</em>." 
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 01:08:01</strong>
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				Peter pauses the game and sighs. Standing up he walks over to your bedroom door<br><br>“Big boy? Are you getting into the roll or… HAAA!” Peter bursts out laughing seeing you standing in fishnet tights and the tight hot pants. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it. I think you look… great...” <br><br>He gives of a small giggle again as he comes over to give you a hand with the corset. You turn around and hold the corset up to your chest Peter grabs the lace at the back and loops it though the holes. When he has finished with each hole he get a firm grip of the lace. <br><br>“Now breathe in”<br><br>With that he pulls hard on the lace of the corset. Making it quickly constrict around you, pulling your waist in by a good 2 inches.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 03:19:16</strong>
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				I glare as he laughs, and am still glaring even though he can't see me as he gathers the laces of the corset. "Look, if <em>you</em> think it's that bad, that's not a good sign, is - aaagh, oww!" I wheeze in pain as he pulls the corset way too tight, trying to catch my breath, seeing lights in front of my eyes. "Aaagh, fuuuck..." I clutch my sides, still wheezing. "God, did you crack a rib?"<br><br>I wince and shake my head, trying to clear the pain and nausea. "Is that enough?" I ask in a strangled whisper. <br><br>I would probbaly need just as much help to get into the fetish thigh boots, of course... I'm hoping he lets me off there...
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:19:14</strong>
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				“Stop complaining, god if I didn’t know any better I would say you were a woman. Yeah that should be enough to hide your beer belly. Now unless you’re going to need help getting anything else on, can I go back to the game?” <br><br>Peter tied up the back of the corset in a little one knot bow so that it was easy to undo.<br><br>(Do you have a preference between fast or slow transformation? And do you prefer in a public setting or at home?)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 01:04:23</strong>
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				"You want me in those boots you'll need to help me put those on too. And I expect help walking..."<br><br>(Let's say fairly fast, but described in plenty of detail... and at the party?)
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 01:13:09</strong>
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				“Well at least you’re getting into the swing of this” Peter chuckles as he picks up one of the boots, and places it upright on the bed. Opening It up enough for you to slide your leg in he turns to you.<br><br>“Just slide your leg in there and I’ll lace it up, then we can do the other one” <br><br>He helps you into both boots and laces up the back of them so they are very tight against your legs. He stands back to watch how well you can move around.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 01:21:17</strong>
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				Which is... barely at all. Still slightly dizzy from putting on the corset, now trapped in stiletto heeled thigh boots, starting to wonder if he's trying to kill me so I leave an embarrassing corpse.<br><br>Still, it's mostly on now. Just the slutty makeup... slutty wig... slutty gloves, wings, horns, tail and collar. "I think I can manage from here. If you bring that chair over..."
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 01:41:04</strong>
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				I hand you over the chair and make my way to the door. As I leave I turn to close the door<br><br>“Now I don’t want any more compiling about having problems with the costume. The next time I see you, you better be fully kitted out and ready to go. Now get to it Chris, or well now it’s probably christen.” Peter closes the door and goes back over to the couch, his costume next to him he picks up the remote and continues the game.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 02:18:42</strong>
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				I throw one of my own shoes at the door as he closes it. <br><br>"Kristen..." I mutter under my breath. Could be worse, I suppose, he could shorten it to Tina... Betetr not say that out loud.<br><br>Part of me wants to get him back, do somethign this bad to him next time I get a chance... but that would probably require a bet, and losing would mean he could do even worse to me next time. Somehow. Better not to bet him anything. Ever. <br><br>I fit the wig over my own short hair. That'll get hot and uncomfortable quickly... <br><br>And the Alice band with devil horns. And the little bow tie. And the tail clipped into the hotpants between the cheeks of my backside. And the wings like a backpack. <br><br>At least I don't have to wear nail polish with the gloves and boots on. Thank goodness for one <em>very</em> small mercy.<br><br>I grab a mirror and start to do the makeup. Red lips, sure, but black eyes. Aim for creepy and disguising rather than sexy, because while a good-looking girl might look sexy in this, I sure as shit don't. <br><br>Pulling on the shiny matching gloves, I haul myself up to my feet, find my balance, pick up the toy pitchfork and step out, ready for derisive laughter and probably the flash of his camera.
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 02:47:01</strong>
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				Peter turned as he heard the click of the door handle. Turning around he was about to shout at him for coming out to early but stopped and stared at his friend now dressed as a devil girl. Peter tried his best to not laugh, giving out a small giggle at Christ as appeared in the doorway.<br><br>“Wow you even picked up the pitchfork. I got that free with the horns and tail. Fair dues man you actual put it all on. Now its time for the picture, make a nice pose will you”<br><br>Peter pulls out is phone and aims it at you, getting ready to take pictures of you in your new sexy costume. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:54:36</strong>
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				My first pose is to threaten Peter with the pitchfork, snarling. I can really get into that part of the role, after all. But I give him a few mock-sultry poses as well, which no doubt emphasise how bad this whole thing looks on me. <br><br>"Y'know, if I was going to spend this much money on a costume like this... it would <em>not</em> be for me..." I pout as I hold and twirl the tail mock-seductively. <br><br>"And if I break my ankle on the way to the party, this still counts as forfeit paid..."
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 21:10:55</strong>
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				Taking photo after photo of his friend, peter continued to giggle and smirk as Chris made poses at him in the sexy PVC costume. “Yes I know, with these photos I can at least prove you were willing. Awe don’t you look cute with that pout. u know with the corset and wig on you almost look like a chick from the back Chris. I can see someone hitting on you tonight.” Peter was not the most sympathetic friend. Even as the words came out of his mouth he started laughing again. He stopped laughing and looked t his phone to see the pictures he had taken. Seeing that almost an hour had past he now had to now rush to get changed and ready to leave. <br><br>“Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun” Peter said as he removed his blue T shit in front of Chris, not giving it a second thought since they were both friends. He then reached for the priest gown and slipped it on over his head. It was long enough to reach the floor, covering his jeans and his shoes. Picking up his phone he patted around the costume for a pocket. Finding one, Peter put his hand inside and felt something metal. Pulling it out he found it was a small gold bracelet “guess this is another freebee that goes with your costume then, they do like to give stuff away around here.” Passing you the bracelet Peter puts his phone in his pocket and opens the front door leading out towards his car. “put that on and then we can go, I’ll drive since I think that’s to much to ask of you with those shoes on. Not even I’m that mean.”<br><br>(http://cdn2.iofferphoto.com/img/item/182/661/822/beautiful-tibet-silver-inlay-red-jade-bracelet-daff6.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 05:01:10</strong>
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				I glower at the suggestion that I looked passable from <em>any</em> angle in this getup. "That would just make my day complete..."<br><br>I tut at the ease with which he changes, as I'm still figuring out how to breathe in a corset and walk in stiletto heels.<br><br>I take the bracelet, not sure where to put it on, finally adding it on my left wrist. <br><br>I nod slightly at the mention of driving. "That and these shoes would stab your foot pedals to death." I do my best to follow, glowering as he holds the door for me... even though I need him to... and wishing the pitchfork was long enough to use as a walking sick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 00:56:07</strong>
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				Peter paid no notice to the sound of his friend having difficulty walking. He walked to his car parked outside and unlocked it, once inside he got a great view of his friend stumbling along and bracing himself on anything he could. “hurry up Chris, I don’t want everyone going home before we get there” still watching his friend, peter noticed a faint red glow coming from the bracelet Chris had just put on, but as he came under the light of the street lamp it seemed to fade away.<br><br><br>(I’m thinking slow transformation, something you don’t pay much notice of until it’s too late)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 03:37:24</strong>
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				"Well then, maybe you shouldn't have made me wear six inch high heels, you freak..." <br><br>I'm relieved I manage to get into the car without stabbing a hole in the footrest. <br><br>"What?" I ask as he looks at my arm. Rather than all the other stupid things I'm wearing.
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 00:47:53</strong>
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				“O its nothing… just get in the car Chris its time we go show you off to your waiting fans”<br><br>The trip to the house party wasn’t very long only about ten minutes by car. But if Peter had forced his friend to walk there, it would have taken him a good half hour in his new boots. Turing a corner into the street with the house party, they could both now hear the music coming from the place. Parking close to the house, Peter got out and went round to Chris’ side of the car to open it. He had to take a second look just to remember Chris was a guy. He had really done well with the makeup, hiding his male features very effectively. While holding the door open, Peter also looked around at some of the people going into the party. There where quite a few girls dressed up going inside, he had already spotted two bunny girls and a superwoman going inside. <em>Looks like this is going to be a very fun night.</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:41:24</strong>
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				I have to hold out a hand for Peter to help haul me out of the car, the other gripping the door frame as I pull my way up to my feet, still holding Paul's hand to steady myself in these "fuck me" boots. <br><br>Still... at least I'm not the sluttiest costume here. But unlike me, the bunny girls look pretty good. And then they point and giggle, which doesn't help. I do my best to act cool and blow them a kiss. <br><br>"Let's get this over with."
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 21:36:22</strong>
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				“O I think your going to enjoy this Chris” Peter’s grin had come back now that they were just outside of party. One little fixed bet and now he was going to get over two grand from wagers with his mates waiting at the party. Going up to the door in front of Chris, peter held the door open for his friend as he watched him hobble up the path. People both inside and outside were now looking at the two of them, most of them, if not all of them had been told about what Chris was forced to do. As he got closer to the door cheering could be heard over the sound of the music inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 03:15:38</strong>
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				I glare at Peter as he holds the door for me, and wobble into the house. <br><br>I smile uncomfortably as everybody in the living room looks at me. Ready for the laughs, the wolf whistles, and of course the camera flashes.<br><br>I can't run in these goddamn boots, but I <em>can</em> say I've done it and hobble out of here, at least.
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 01:18:11</strong>
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				The room bursts out in cheer and laughter as Chris enters the house. The obligatory wolf whistle also comes from somewhere at the back of the crowd. Peter shuts the door behind you and walks off over to two people looking over from in the kitchen. One of them is dressed as superman and the other as a cowboy. “Well he’s here and I have the pictures to prove he’s wearing all of the things you guys asked for by e-mail” he pours himself a beer into a plastic cup, then turns back to them. “I hope you collected all the money up, because if I’m right you owe me about £2,500”<br><br>The man dressed as a cowboy only just pulls his head away from staring at you in your outfit as peter states the price “o ye.. Ye I got it here” he pulls out of his jacket a large roll of notes and puts it on the table in front of peter. “You’re sure that’s Chris? I mean it looks good on him, I can hardly tell he’s a guy with the fake tits in place” <br><br>Peter takes the money and pulls out his phone to shoe the pictures of Chris changing to show him “yep that’s him; he did his own make up and everything. Though I don’t remember buying fake breasts or anything, maybe it’s his man boobs just forced up by the corset. O ye it’s good fun watching him struggle with wearing that” Peter laughed as he started to drink.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 04:34:44</strong>
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				I smile as good-humoured as I can, which isn't very, flick V signs in the direction of the wolf whistles, which attracts a few more and some laughs, then hobble over to take a seat by a couple of the girls. <br><br>My feet don't seem to be killing me quite as much now, maybe they've gone numb... but my backside and chest are sore now, not used to being bound up so tightly. And my head feels really warm under the wig... <br><br>"So... <em>why</em> do any of you guys wear shoes like these when there <em>isn't</em> a bet involved?"<br><br>"I don't," Kerry assures me, pointing to the trainers worn with her zombie hunter outfit. <br><br>"They make our legs and asses look good," Jenny smirks, crossing her legs under her schoolgirl skirt and dangling a wedge heel in the air. "Yours included, you hot bitch."<br><br>I give her a look. "Yes, well, I <em>won't</em> be making a habit of it." I stick my tongue out for the cameras.
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				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:06:00</strong>
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				As Chris sat there making poses, more and more people started to take photos of him. With the make up on and the corset making him look like he had a C cup it was very hard to tell that he was a man at all. Eventually after sitting in the kitchen with his drink and seeing the other pictures that people had now taken of Chris, Peter’s curiosity got the better of him and he needed to know how he had done it. Going into the living room he barged though the group of people to get to Chris on the sofa. “Hay Chris can I have a word with you please? I need to ask you something right now.” Making his way in the crowed peter made enough room for him and Chris to reach a quite spot, relatively compared to the party itself, on the upstairs landing. “I need to know man, what else did you do when you were getting dressed to make yourself look like you have a perfect ass and chest? I mean I’ve seen the photos and that’s defiantly not the normal you dressed up.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 06:25:40</strong>
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				I take a moment to get up, but it's less of a struggle than it was, guess I'm getting used to these boots. Not that I'll ever say that out loud...<br><br>I turn and blow a kiss to the girls I leave behind, doing my best to walk in a straight line as I follow, which makes my hips sway as I go... And is that guy checking me out? Damn it.<br><br>I even manage to get up the stairs without twisting my ankle or clinging to the bannister. <br><br>I give Peter a blank look as he asks about my chest and backside. "What? I didn't do anything... maybe wearing this fucking corset is pushing my chest up..." I turn around to look at my backside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 22:27:12</strong>
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				“You have got to be kidding me right? You must have done something; you at least must have shaved all over. I mean there isn’t a hair on your body below your eyebrows… which also look liked you plucked.” Looking over Chris’ body Peter started to notice just how hot his friend actually looked in the outfit. Though he didn’t know how, he had seen him when he first came out of his room and he didn’t look like this. Peter moved to the side of the stairs as a guy walked past the two of them, He could easily tell that the man was checking out Chris form the back. Looking at his face the man just put his thumb up and winked at peter. In horror chris worked out that the man thought he was getting off with Chris. As the man left the staircase peter looked back at Chris but stopped and looked at his well formed bust encased in the corset. Lingering a little to long with his stair he looked up to his face “Umm not to sound weird or anything but you do know guys are checking you out right?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 00:43:19</strong>
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				I blink incredulously at the suggestion I shaved my body hair and plucked my eyebrows. "No I didn't! I didn't do anything like that, except shave my chest which you made me..." I put a gloved hand to my exposed chest. <br><br>I blink again as he says that guy was checking me out. "What? Why?" I turn to look at the retreating figure, my wig whipping around. "I know some guy was earlier, I just figured he was kidding, or gay or whatever. I man, c'mon, this is a put-on, right? I look like <em>shit</em>."<br><br>As Paul watches my chest, it seems to expand with every heaving breath.<br><br>"Hey, not funny. My eyes are up here." My long-lashed doe eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 19:46:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You really think you look like shit? Here have a look at your self” Peter pulls out his phone and takes photos of Chris from the chest up. Turning the phone around in his hand peter shows it to you. “There, look at yourself” <br><br>The picture shown to you is of a girl in her early twenties. The resemblance to the male you is still there, but it is the same as a resemblance between a brother and sister. Your features have become more feminine, your lips look fuller, your jaw bone is far less prominent and your cheeks bones have risen slightly. On closer inspection of the photo you also notice that your eye brows have become the same red colour as the wig you put on earlier.<br><br>“There is no way you didn’t do some major work on yourself, and I mean you must have practiced quite a lot to get that look… is this the first time you’ve done anything like this?” Peter gives Chris a weird look at the thought of his friend being a cross dresser.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 20:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink at the camera flash, then star, jaw dropping, at what I see. <br><br>"Oh my God..." I gasp, my voice cracking, rising in pitch. "What happened? That's not me! What <em>is</em> this?!" I suddenly realise how shrill and... <em>girlish</em> I sound. "This - this is a trick, right? Some kind of effect on the camera?" I want to believe that... I wish I could... as my eyes are drawn down to look at my body...<br><br>"<em>I'm a girl!</em>"<br><br>I start to tremble with fear...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 00:36:29</strong>
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				“How are you surprised!? You’re the one who made yourself look like this. I mean there is no way you’re actually a girl” Peter could hardly justify what he said to himself let alone to Chris. Before his was a truly beautiful girl dressed in the sluttiest outfit he could have bought. <br><br>“Ok just stop messing around now Chris, I mean you can’t expect me to think you actually changed into a girl for real right? That sort of thing just doesn’t happen. I bet just taking of the wig would stop you looking so girly!”<br><br>Peter reaches out for the red wig on his friends head and pulls on it to try and get it off. To his horror when he did all that happened was that he felt it firmly stay in place on top of Chris’ head and as he pulled his hand away he could easily see it was red all he way to the roots. “What the hell man!? Its part of you!? Maybe you really are a girl? Cant you go check in the toilet or something”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:55:56</strong>
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				"Owww!" I scream, my voice high snd screechy, as I flap ineffectually at him to stop him pulling at my hair. "You <em>know</em> I didn't do this! You know how I looked when you made me wear this stupid slut costume! And - and - now I <em>am</em> this! Oh my <em>Gaaaaawwwd!</em> What have you <em>done</em> to me?!"<br><br>And then my vision blurs, my cheeks are wet - I realise I just burst into tears.<br><br>"You've - this - you made me wear this! You, you turned me into a <em>girl!</em>"<br><br>I slap weakly at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 02:14:49</strong>
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				“Wait, you can’t blame me for this! How was I supposed to know it was going to do anything like this! I mean this has never happened before… or at least as far as I know. Anyway you turned out to be a really hot girl, that’s a good thing right?”<br><br>Peter couldn’t deny it; if his friend had turned into a girl then he was the hottest chick at the party by far. Though it was still very worrying that he was a she at all.<br><br>“I didn’t by anything that other people haven’t in the past I mean it all came from normal shops, not any weird little side street market things.” Peter was bring his voice down now as he could see people looking at the two of them from both up the stairs and from the hall beloew.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:49:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I swat Peter on the arm again as he suggests being hot is actually better than not. <br><br>"Well, <em>something</em> weird is going on. Wouldn't you say?" I lower my voice to an angry hiss. "I put on this costume half an hour ago and now I look like a slut. For real. Not like 'ha ha look how he's dressed', I look like a total fuck toy." I gesture to my body, wrapped in the tight corset, hotpants, thigh boots and all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeoStar</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 00:50:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well ye something weird is going on but I don’t know how it happened. I’m just saying that it could have been worse, I mean what would have happened if I had made you dress up a cat or something? You have to admit this is better” Peter follows Chris’ hands as he gesture to his now very feminine look, noticing the stare Peter looks back up at his face. “Well it’s not like I can do anything about it, I mean I didn’t see anything weird happen, and is not like I can do anything to fix this”<br><br>Peter stops for a second and thinks back to when Chris was changing, replaying it over again in his head trying to remember anything odd happening. “Thinking about it… you didn’t seem any different after you came out of your room. This only started, I think, after you got into my car and the only thing different then was the…” Peter looks down at the bracelet, trying to see if the gem still giving of a faint glow in the badly lit staircase.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Halloween changes people</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 20:09:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better than being a cat, maybe... but... God, the hair feels real. Are... are the horns real?" I reach up to tap them. "I don't... don't want to be... horny." <br><br>Then I cringe as I realise what I just said.<br><br>I follow his gaze to the bracelet. "Oh God! You got me a magic 'turn into a slut' bracelet?!" I grab it and try to take it off.
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