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From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist)
Date: Tue, 28 Mar 1995 03:08:31 UTC
Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Costume for Life"

			   Costume for Life
				  by
			     Leslie Leigh

	It was when my wife suggested that she wanted to be a man for
Halloween that perhaps I should have sensed something askew. Or
perhaps fate dealt us a full house. As I tell you my tale I am waiting
for my "Man" to come home from the office and I have a secret...

	I came home from the office on Friday, October 30, and was
exhausted from a long week of work. I was an art director at a small
advertising agency in Evanstown, Virginia and we had four accounts
with deadlines that day. I opened the door and was met by my wife
Sharon, clad in the sexiest outfit I had ever seen. Her breasts peeked
out of the top of a black corselet which nipped her slim waist even
more. Garters flowing from the corselette held up a pair of very sheer
black silk hose. She was perched upon a pair of classic five inch
pumps. The sight of her luscious body and the presence of her
overwhelming sensuality recharged me instantaneously.

	Without a word, she led me to the living room and took me in
her arms. Our lips met and the passion of her kiss was incredible. I
tried to match her passion and we soon found ourselves rolling about
the living room like a couple of kids. It was only after we both
collapsed that Sharon broke the silence.

	"We've been invited to a costume party tomorrow night"

	I gave her a disappointed looks and said, "Come on, This week
has been a bitch and I was hoping to just kick back this weekend and
veg out"

	"I really want to go and I know we'll have a great time.
Besides... I'll make it worth your while."

	A sly smile told me what she meant. I thought for a second and
made an attempt to stay home.

	"I don't have a costume. The costume shops won't have anything
good left."

	She just smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of
everything if you say yes."

	With that her hand slid down and caressed my dick. She
embraced me and once again kissed me with renewed animal passion.
Without even thinking a word escaped my lips: "Yes." We headed toward
the bedroom only after we had made love in every other room in the
house. That night was a blur of animal sex. We made love with more
energy than we had on our honeymoon. At around 4 a.m. I passed out
from total exhaustion.

	I awoke to my wife's sweet voice. "Come on honey, we've got a
BIG day ahead of us"

	What was she talking about? It was 8:30 am and all I wanted to
do was sleep.

	"Here's your coffee, Get up and let me get started."

	I took a gulp of coffee and asked what was so pressing. She
just smiled and said, "I've got to get ready for the party tonight and
you my darling have a LOT of work to do before you are ready."

	She stepped toward her dresser and pulled an antique jewelry
box from a drawer. She turned and opened the box toward me.

	"I got these at the Rothburg estate sale." Old lady Rothburg
had past away a month ago. She and her husband had built the town of
Evanstown. She was a very solitary woman. Occasionally some one would
claim to have seen her downtown, but she mainly kept to herself since
her husbands death.

	Inside the box there was a set of rings.

	"I was thinking ahead and thought we could use this stuff as
part of our costumes. I found it odd that the man's rings fit my
finger as if it had been made for me. In fact it was the rings that
gave me the idea for our costumes. Here, try this on." She handed me a
very feminine ornate ring. I took off my wedding band and slipped it
on my finger and it too fit perfectly. I was in awe as I examined the
ring. It was a grouping of precious and semi-precious stones around a
yellow gold figurine of a naked man. I was dazzled by the detail of
the figurine. He was no more than a half inch long, but the creator of
the ring had captured even the most insignificant detail.

	"Look at mine." I was torn out of my trance by my wife's
voice. She held her hand out for me to look at the ring. It was the
mate to my own. It was a masculine style with the same stones, but the
figure was that of a naked woman with her arms outstretched. "These
two look they are made for each other.

	Thinking nothing of it we brought the rings together and the
two figures locked in embrace. A jolt of electricity ran up my spine.
My knees went weak and I fell to the floor. Upon gaining my composure
I noticed that my wife was in a similar situation. We looked into each
others eyes and smiled. "I guess we should have used some protection!"

	Laughing out loud, we got to our feet and embraced.

	All of a sudden I was excited about the night ahead. My wife
saw the opportunity and opened her closet. "I took the liberty of
putting your costume together. I hope you like it." With that she
pulled out a slinky red sequined dress that looked too small for her.
My mind was racing with objections of how ridiculous I would look, but
as I opened my mouth three words escaped.

	"I Love It!"

	"O.K. big boy, into the bathroom. I've got to sculpt you into
a sexy bitch." She took my hand and guided me into her plans. She
stripped me naked and began to apply lotion to my body.

	"What's this stuff?" I asked.

	"Hair remover. No lady would be caught dead with fur all over
her body." I jumped back out of her reach.

	"I don't... "

	"Quiet silly, I can assure you that your hair will grow back.
Don't worry." She continued to apply the lotion until my entire body
was covered. She told me to let it work it's magic for a few minutes
and then she left the room to prepare my ensemble. I stood there in
the bathroom. My body covered in a pink lotion, staring at the ring. I
was totally absorbed in its beauty when my wife entered the room.
"O.K. into the tub"

	I stepped into the tub and my wife turned on the water. She
drew the flow of water over my body and as it trickled down my body
and into the tub, my body hair washed down the drain.

	She began to pluck my lashes with the talent that years of
experience had brought her. She assured me that she would only get
those few wild hairs, giving me a bushy Brooke Shields look, but after
almost two hours of work I knew that she had something else in mind.
The funny thing was that I didn't mind. In fact I found the idea of
being convincing as a woman very erotic.

	We returned to the bedroom and she began to dress me. She told
me to turn around and I did. She put a corset around my body and
pulled it tight.

	"Take a deep breath and hold it."

	She gave the laces a final tug and tied them off. She handed
me a pair if black panties.

	After caressing their silky feel I drew them up my denuded
legs. As I pulled them into place I realized that they were not
designed for a male's anatomy. My wife also noticed.

	"We're going to have to do something about that!"

	With that she told me to remove the panties. Strangely, my
heart sank. She picked something up and said, "I thought that might be
a problem so I got this."

	She held up a flesh colored device.

	"It's called a gaff and it's made to hide those unsightly
bulges."

	She then slid it into place. She manipulated my cock and balls
and tightened the gaff.

	"There, now put your panties back on."

	I looked down and was amazed to see a small mound that used to
be my sex. She pulled out a couple sacks which she placed in the cups
of the corset. The added weight of the filled cups was a little
disorienting, but felt very good. I ran my hands over my new contours
and felt a chill in my groin. She sat me on the edge of the bed and
showed me how to put on my stockings and attach them to the garters.
She handed me the other stocking and I duplicated her moves. I was
amazed how the shear fabric felt on my hairless leg. I was really
starting to enjoy this. My wife took a step back to admire her work.

	"You're coming along nicely. No Peeking." She reached for the
dress and handed it to me.

	As I slid the dress over my head and pulled it down into place
it seemed very snug, but strangely my body seemed to adapt to its
shape. My wife walked toward me.

	"And now for the crowning glory."

	She slid a long brunette wig onto my head. The feeling of the
soft hair on my shoulders was intense. I wanted to see how I looked
but my wife wouldn't let me. She draped a towel over my shoulders and
began to style my wig and apply my make-up. Close this eye, open this
one... purse my lips, suck in my cheeks. I thought that the facial
contortions were a little excessive, but I was in the hands of a
master when it came to make-up, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it.

	Once again she admired her work, "Girlfriend, you're going to
be fighting off the guys tonight."

	She touched up my makeup, handed me a pair of pumps which I
slid on my silky feet, stood me up and steadied me. Then I was turned
toward the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The
image that met my gaze was not my own. A beautiful woman stood before
me. Any hint of my masculinity was long gone.

	I sat down on the bed and watched my wife begin her
transformation. She used a wide ace bandage to flatten her bust. She
then attired herself in a tuxedo complete with a red bow tie and
cummerbund. A rolled up pair of socks supplied her with bulges in just
the right places. She styled her long hair into a ponytail, a style
that you might see on any young man. She topped off the illusion with
a very convincing mustache which she attached with a touch of spirit
gum.

	We set our camera up on a tripod and took a number of shots.
She glanced at the mantle clock and said, "We've got to get going!"

	She sprayed a little perfume on me. A dab on my neck, a touch
behind my knee and a spritz in my artificial cleavage. She handed me a
wrap and led me toward the car. She took a couple of quick steps and
reached for the car door. She opened the car door and motioned me in.

	"Your chariot awaits my lady."

	The voice that came from my wife's mouth took my breath away.
It was very convincing.

	Mustering up my best feminine voice I replied, "Gentlemen are
so rare these days. Thank you."

	On the way to the party my wife didn't let up. She was being a
perfect gentleman, except for when she put her hand on my knee and
caressed my thigh. I just sat back and enjoyed it. I couldn't believe
how we were both getting into our parts.

	We got to the party and milled around for a while. There were
hundreds of people dressed in the traditional ways. Frankenstein,
Vampires, witches and alike filled the room. We were the hit of the
party. There where other couples who were dressed as each other, but
most of the guys looked like over made-up drag queens. Most of the
women looked like women in men's clothes. We won the best couple
costume contest.

	Just before midnight I saw one of my co-workers named Janice.
She works as an graphic artist at the firm. She was dressed as a very
sexy witch. I had never really notice how beautiful she was. She
thought that our costumes were great and asked how we came up with the
idea. Sharon recounted the events that led to her idea. Janice admired
our rings and my wife told her about what happened earlier that day.

	Janice said, "Maybe a little help is needed."

	Janice waved her hands over us and recited some gibberish. We
braced ourselves for the shock as we moved the figures closer. This
time when they touched I felt a rush of sexual pleasure.

	"Guys... Guys give me a break, You're in public."

	She pulled us apart interrupting our build up. I was left
feeling as if someone had doused me with a bucket of cold water. My
eyes met my wife's and it was easy to see that she had experienced the
same feelings.

	We rushed home and almost wrecked a couple of times. Without
undressing we jumped on the bed. Laying on the bed, we mated the rings
once more. The warm feeling began to rush through my body. I had never
felt the intensity of feelings as I felt at that moment. It started at
the very tips of my toes and worked its way to the top of my head. The
feeling then seemed to concentrate in my groin. I knew I was about to
lose it and I opened my eyes to see my wife writhing and moaning with
pleasure, connected to me only by the figures on the rings. We
exploded at the same moment. We gazed into each others eyes and said;
"I love You." My world went black as I fell into a deep sleep.

	My wife and I were awakened by the warmth of the afternoon sun
through the window. We looked at each other, still clad in our
costumes, and as if we were one said, "WOW!" We began to get ready for
what was left of the day. With a feeling of regret I suggested that we
get out of our costumes. I tried to remove my ring and it wouldn't
budge.

	"What is going on here? This thing is stuck!"

	My wife tried to remove hers, but it was invisibly locked into
place. I glanced at the ring. The figure had lost some of its detail.

	"I must have whacked something pretty hard last night. My ring
will never be the same."

	My wife looked at her ring and a shocked look came over her
face.

	"Look at this!"

	She directed the ring in my direction and her figure had lost
most of its detail too. The rest of the day was spent thinking about
our adventure. Monday We awoke to the alarm at 6:30 am and began our
morning rituals.

	I looked at my face. Wiped my hand over my cheek and decided
that a shave wasn't needed. I looked at my brow line and decided that
it was really very attractive, opening my eyes. We both dressed and
headed off to work. About two in the afternoon Janice stepped into my
office.

	"There's some guy on line three and he says he's your wife."

	I thought for a second and responded, "My wife really got into
her part the other night, I guess she still wants to play. Thanks.

	" I picked up the phone and before I could open my mouth a
voice cut in.

	"Honey, something strange is going on. I'm heading home."

	I asked if she was O.K.

	"Yes and No! Please meet me at the house. I'm leaving now.
Love you."

	I asked Janice if she could cover my phone, grabbed my coat
and left the office.

	When I got home I found that all the curtains were drawn and
the house was dark except for a single light in the living room. I
could barely make out the figure sitting on the living room couch. The
silhouette broke the silence.

	"Please don't turn on the lights. Just come here and sit
down."

	"What's the matter?"

	"I'm not really sure, but I want you to look at me very
closely."

	She reached around and turned the light up to illuminate her
face.

	"Do you notice anything different?"

	I scanned her face.

	"Darling, you look a little tired but... "

	My comments were stifled as she pointed to her chin. There
were a handful of thick black hairs emerging from it.

	"These weren't here yesterday," I blurted out. "Maybe it's a
hormone thing. I'm sure... "

	Once again she cut me short by directing my attention to her
hair line. She raked her fingers through her hair. She held her hand
in my gaze.

	"This started about noon and hasn't stopped since."

	Tears welled up in her eyes.

	"I'm losing my hair!"

	She then broke down and collapsed in my arms. She moved her
hand to my face and brushed my cheek. Startled she sat up and stared
directly at me.

	"Did you just shave?"

	I looked at her and responded.

	"No, when I woke up this morning I didn't need to."

	"You mean that you haven't shaved since yesterday morning?"

	I thought about it for a moment, " Yeah that's right. I shaved
yesterday. What are you getting at?"

	She grabbed my hand.

	"I'm not sure yet. Come upstairs."

	She nearly yanked me off the couch and pulled me into the
bathroom. She turned on every light in the room and began to study me
carefully.

	"Take your clothes off."

	"What?"

	"Just take off your clothes."

	I began to comply and she began to strip too. She was standing
there in her bra and panties when I noticed something. Her breasts
which normally spilled out of her bras were not even close to filling
it.

	We examined each other and made mental notes of any changes
that we found. Not only was my wife sprouting hair on her chin, but I
was shocked to find that her chest was covered with very short budding
hair.

	"It's these damn rings! They're going to kill us if we don't
get them off."

	The next hour was spent trying every lubricant in the house
trying to remove the rings. Nothing loosened their grip. I ran to the
basement and got some metal snips.

	"It's a shame that we have to destroy them"

	With that I tried to cut the ring off my finger. I had seen
these snips go through sixteenth inch steel, but they couldn't even
dent the ring.

	My wife ran to the bedroom.

	"Maybe there's something in the box"

	She dug to the bottom of the jewel box and found a false
bottom. She ran across the room and grabbed a nail file. She began to
pry at the divider until it finally gave way. What was revealed was a
small envelope. She opened it and pulled out a small piece of paper.
Written on it were the following words:

	Beware the Rings of Change. They were crafted by
	a cult of witches whose goal was to dominate the
	world by seeking revenge upon man. Once placed
	upon the fingers of the pair, the only way to
	remove it is upon the death of either party by
	which time the changes will be quite permanent.

	Be warned and be careful. Christine Rothburg

	P.S. I know this curse to be real. I was born
	Christopher Whitman Rothburg in the year 1901.
	In my twenty first year I met a beautiful woman
	by the name of Elizabeth Moray. I was dazzled by
	her beauty and the power she radiated. She was
	an ardent member of the woman's suffrage
	movement. She seduced me and she got pregnant
	shortly there after. I did what I thought to be
	the right thing to do and we got married on All
	Hallows Eve, 1922. Upon my proposal of marriage
	she presented me with the rings saying that they
	were family antiques and that she would like to
	use them as our wedding set.

	I accepted her offer because I had not a dime to
	my name. We married at a justice of the peace
	with no family present. Within a few weeks
	things had begun to change. Thinking that I was
	dying, she told me of the rings, their powers
	and her plans. Elizabeth made it clear that her
	plan was to become a man in this world
	controlled by men.

	At first I laughed off the idea thinking it quit
	preposterous. Soon I could no longer ignore the
	changes.

	My body and soon my mind ceased to reject the
	whole idea. The man that had been disappeared
	and in time I resigned myself to my situation
	heart, body and soul. Not only had I lost any
	sign of maleness, but I was now the pregnant
	wife of a driven man. She changed our names to
	William and Christine Rothberg and we move to
	Evanstown in January of 1923.

	I gave birth to a daughter on June 14, 1923.
	William gave her up for adoption without a
	thought, saying that she would be better off
	with a family who would love her. No one in
	Evanstown knew anything about our past lives and
	when asked about my previous pregnant state, we
	said that our child died at birth.

	Without any distractions William soon took
	control of the town. Occasionally I would bring
	up our past, but William would silence me with a
	swift strike of his closed fist. I probably
	deserved what I got, but the memories of a few
	tear-filled nights still remain to this day.

	Within a few short years William had turned our
	nothing into a small fortune. We never had any
	more children even though William's sexual
	appetite was insatiable. I suspect that there
	were other women in William's life, but he did
	take good care of me. The one time that I hinted
	about the subject, he beat me so badly that I
	was unable to leave the house for a month. I
	know he loved me as I loved him. I miss him to
	this day.

	In 1968, William died of cancer and I was left
	very alone. In 1970 I began to search for the
	daughter I gave birth to forty-five years
	before. With the help of a private detective, I
	found out that she was right here in Evanstown.
	I have never approached her, but I know she is
	happy and healthy. She is married and has a
	beautiful daughter. I have watched in silence as
	my grand-daughter has grown from a girl in
	pigtails to a beautiful young woman. I have set
	up a trust fund for her which will be revealed
	to her five years after my death. I know I
	should have destroyed the rings, but they had
	become such a part of a very rich and fulfilling
	life that I couldn't say good-bye.

	Our mouths were agape as the words on the page ended. We sat
in silence as the story rattled around in our heads. We hardly spoke
for the next few days. We both noticed the changes, but refused to
accept them. We continue to go to work, partly to keep our minds busy.
Sharon was having a very hard time styling her hair to conceal her
hair loss. My nipples were so sensitive that my shirt rubbing them
would drive me wild. We both were receiving comments at work
concerning our health. In fact, as the days went on the changes began
to accelerate to a point where it was hard to hide them.

	By the following Monday there was no way either of us could
continue to show up at work. My chest had swelled and my outward
appearance was that of a developing teenage girl. My wife was not as
lucky. Her hairline was receding rapidly and her muscles were becoming
very defined. We both called our jobs and said that we needed time off
for a family emergency. If what was happening to us did not constitute
and emergency we couldn't figure out what would.

	For the next week we didn't even leave the house. What we
observed in each other was not totally unexpected. Each morning we
examined each other and noted the changes. The last remnants of my
wife's breasts disappeared on Thursday while the loss of my testicles
didn't happen until Saturday morning. Her features continued to harden
while mine softened. Her body hair was rapidly taking over the skin I
once found smooth, and her beautiful long hair was still falling out
in clumps, leaving a motley collection of long strands. My body shape
was exhibiting curves that a young model would be proud of.

	Neither of us was correct. I still maintained a smaller yet
still functional penis and my wife's genitals had remained relatively
unchanged. The figures on the rings were redefining themselves too.
The figure of the man on mine was being replaced by that of the
womanish boy.

	In a vain attempt we joined the rings once more. Electricity
filled our bodies and we gazed at each other as more changes took
place instantly. My scalp tingled as I felt my hair lengthen until it
brushed my shoulders and back. My wife's body hair sprung from her
pores to almost an inch in length on her chest, face and legs. The
sounds of bone crunching and stretching skin filled our ears, but we
couldn't break the rings lock on each other.

	There was no pain as our bodies reshape themselves. My penis
seemed to be withdrawn into my body as my wife's clitoris stretched
and extended.

	After what seemed like an hour the rings released and we just
stood there in shock. My wife was every bit male. I could tell by the
look on her face that what she saw in me was just as shocking. We
collapsed in each other's arms and I began to sob. We sat naked on the
bedroom floor for hours before my wife broke the silence.

	"Darling, I love you very much. We have to figure out how to
handle this."

	We talked for the next two days formulating our plans. It was
obvious that there was no way that we could turn back, so we decided
to make the best of the situation. We decided that we had to move.
Evanstown was just too small to expect that we could fit in.

	We emptied all our bank accounts, sold the few stocks which we
owned and found that we had gained a fortune of $27,567.56. Hardly
enough to live out the rest of our lives, but more than enough to
start over someplace new.

	We no longer had any clothes which fit properly, so we dressed
in some work-out suits. I gave Sharon a trim so her hair was not so
ugly. I showed her how to trim and shave her beard. She, in turn,
styled my hair and applied just enough make-up to get me by. We looked
at each other, satisfied with our looks, took a deep breath and opened
the front door.

	We left the house and headed toward the mall. We each bought
a few new outfits. She was fitted for a suit while I was trying on
dresses, skirts and blouses. I was now a size 7/8 with a figure that I
had previously only dreamt of "having". I have to admit that I found
the lingerie department rather exciting, but I limited myself to a few
bras, panties, slips, garters and hose.

	Then we went to "Clip & Curl" and had our hair cut and styled.
I visited the make- up counter at Richardson's and was soon being
pampered with a whole line of cosmetics that were specific to my
color. Lipsticks, sweet smelling powders, rainbows of color, eye
liners, blush, mascara, and endless array of products made just for
me. I never realized how expensive it was for a woman to look
"natural" and "fresh".

	We walked through the mall looking at the shoe stores. I was
amazed at the variety of styles and colors available to me. I must
have tried on a hundred pair before I settled on three pairs of heels,
a pair of flats and a pair of sneakers. I really wanted this pair of
spiky five inch pumps, but I figured I better stay sensible for now.

	We spent almost three thousand dollars that day, but we both
now had wardrobes to get us started anew. We put the house on the
market that afternoon and called a moving company. We typed letters to
our employers and indicated that due to important family matters we
must tenure our positions. With our old lives closed out, we left
Evanstown.

	Tears filled my eyes as I watched our old lives slip into the
distance. We moved to a suburb of Atlanta and changed our identities.
I chose the name Leslie while Sharon picked Sam. We went through the
Atlanta white pages and selected a last name, which I must omit for
obvious reasons. I was amazed at the ease in which we obtained all
the official yet necessary documents. We formulated a story that all
our possessions and documents had been lost in a fire and everybody
was very helpful.

	We found jobs quickly and began to rebuild our lives. My wife,
excuse me, HUSBAND, soon moved up the corporate ladder and I soon was
able to quit my job and pursue my art, which has become quite
lucrative. As with Christine Rothberg, I found that Sam's sexual drive
was incredibly high.

	After we got settled and began to explore our new bodies we
made love every available moment. We were once again happy not only
with each other, but with ourselves and with our lives.

	Today, during my annual, I found out that I am with child. I
am excited and very scared. I was told that I am almost two months
along. I can't feel the baby yet, but I know it will be beautiful. I
am not showing yet so when Sam arrives home from work I will break the
news and greet him at the door dressed in his favorite outfit, a black
corselet, hose and heels. I love the way my breasts peek out of the
top of the cups and so does Sam. Wish me luck.

					- Leslie

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