From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: The Costume Party 1/1  TG, femdom
Date: 31 Dec 1994 00:41:06 -0500

                      THE COSTUME PARTY
                       BY RACHEL VARGA

     I couldn't believe that Susan, my wife of two and a half
years would really do this. Yet here I sat in the back seat
of our Olds wearing a short blue satin cocktail dress. The
slinky skirt kept riding up my smoothly shaven, nyloned
thighs to display a provocative glimpse of pretty pink lace.
Susan had insisted that I dress for the costume party from
the skin out. Except for the girdle which held me tightly
between my legs, my underwear was a matching set in the
softest shade of glistening pink nylon and lace. Mike,
sitting next to me, had been randy all night and now,
slightly tipsy from the drinks, he just couldn't keep his
hands off of me.
     In addition to insuring that I appeared as one of the
prettiest girls at the party, Susan made me act out the role,
insisting that I play the flirt and accept all dance
requests. I was mortified when Mike was the first to ask me
out on to the dance floor. Unsteady in the three inch blue
satin heels, it felt strange to be in the arms of this big
man - following his lead. As we moved toward the center of
the crowded floor, his hand drifted to my bottom, softly
caressing me through my satin and nylon skirts and drawing me
close. How embarrassing it was to feel his firm manhood
pressing my lower tummy and thighs. Strangely, I began to
relax and even enjoy the feeling of my skirts floating about
my nyloned legs.
     By the third dance, I knew that Susan had created a
monster! I was actually looking forward to being in the arms
of this big handsome man. Susan noticed it also. During the
band break she sent me out on the secluded patio with a
knowing grin. There was Mike! Before I knew it his arms were
around my waist, his lips pressed firmly to mine. They felt
so rough, not like a woman's lips at all. His firm moist
tongue penetrated my pink lips. The lipstick I tasted was my
own. Susan had painted my lips pink -"to match your
lingerie", she had smiled. Why had she done this to me? And
why now, was my tummy melting as Mikes probing tongue
explored my own mouth. His hands were everywhere, squeezing,
feeling, caressing me through my thin dress, slip and
panties. His hardness urgently pressing into my lower tummy.
I felt so weak, so feminine. I felt my arms go around his
trunk like neck pulling him deeper into my wet hungry mouth.
     We must have necked for over an hour. When we returned
to the ball room, the band announced the final song of the
evening. Mike smiled lovingly down at me. With his arm around
my slim waist he guided me once again onto the floor. It was
as if I was hearing the tune "Moon River" for the very first
time. With my pretty face buried in the nape of his neck, I
didn't notice Susan, who was dressed as a Pirate, dancing
with Mike's wife Linda, a pretty princess.
     For the party, we had double dated with Mike and Linda,
good friends we had known for more than a year. Now, as we
were driving home, Linda was in the front seat nestled close
to Susan, who was driving. Mike and I were in the back seat.
Before we had left the party, Susan and Linda giggled at my
smeared lipstick and makeup. They had quickly ushered me to
the ladies room, there repairing the damage that Mike had
wrought. It was Susan who, as she applied a liberal amount of
perfume all over me, said that since I was having such a good
time with Mike, I would ride home in the back seat - with
him!
     By the time we got home I'm afraid I was once again in
need of makeup repair. Susan told Linda to fix me up while
she fixed drinks. Later, Susan and Linda were seated on the
couch, Mike and I on the love seat. I was the topic of
conversation. They all talked about how pretty I was and how
I really should have been a girl. Mike, sensing my
embarrassment, took my soft hand into his own as we sat
there. I was amazed when Susan and Linda both said we made
such a lovely couple. Mike took advantage of their acceptance
to put an arm around my shoulders, his other hand gently
resting on my tummy through the pretty satin dress.
     Susan, rising from the couch, came over and placed her
soft hand on my cheek. "Your so pretty, honey" she smiled
lovingly down at me as I felt Mike's hand move from my tummy
to my breast, "Linda and I will sleep in the master bedroom,
you'll share the guest room with Mike."
     Before I could protest, Mikes lips were on mine, his
tongue deep between my pink lips. "Not that you'll need it"
grinned Susan, "but I'll lay a pretty pink nightgown out for
you." With their arms about each other they climbed the
stairs. Just before they were out of hearing range I heard
Linda. "Mike really likes pink!" she giggled mischievously.

                *      *      *      *      *

     Bright sunlight invaded my consciousness through the
sheer curtains of the bedroom window. Why was I sleeping in
the guest room? As my arm brushed over my chest I felt the
lacy pink camisole and matching bra. The memories of last
night suddenly rushed back to me. I looked down to see my
stockings, panties, and pretty pink petticoat scattered on
the floor. I felt lower. I was bare from the waist down. And
then I remembered Mike. He had used me for his pleasure...
as a woman.
     Even though I was alone, I felt a sudden flush come to
my cheeks. I sat up in the large queen sized bed. There at
the foot was the lovely pink nightgown and matching peignoir
that Susan had laid out for me.
     I could faintly hear voices as if they were coming from
the kitchen. Mike and Linda were still here. I felt so
ashamed -how could I ever face my friend Mike after what he
had done to me. And my wife Susan. Surely she must know. And
then I recalled how she had encouraged me, almost forcing me
to flirt with Mike.
     As I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I felt an
unfamiliar soreness. Realizing that I could not stay in bed
all day, I rose to my feet, the long blond hair of my wig
felt soft on my bare shoulders. Quickly I skimmed out of the
camisole. Opting to leave my bra on, I slipped in to the
beautiful floor length nightgown. It was so sheer I slipped
on the pink panties for modesty sake. The peignoir tied at
the waist with a wide pink satin belt. With immense dread, I
stiffly made my way towards the kitchen to "face the music".
     Susan and Linda were already dressed, wearing almost
matching sweat shirts and jeans. Mike wore his suit trousers
from last night, and the white shirt, now without the tie.
They were all chatting away, and sipping coffee. Susan was
the first to see me. "Good morning, Sis" she welcomed with a
big grin, "sleep well?"
     It was obvious from her voice that she knew. Handing me
a cup of coffee, she gave me a light peck on the cheek. Mike
reached for my hand, drawing me into his lap as I sat the
coffee on the kitchen table. "Good Morning, sweetheart" he
breathed, kissing me full on the lips. As he positioned me on
his lap, I felt his firmness through the sheer material of
the gown and my thin panties. "How sweet" chimed the girls,
almost in unison.
     "We've been talking about last night, Sandy" my wife
began. "You were so beautiful as a girl, we've decided to
keep you that way for a while." I was aghast! "What do you
mean? What about my job? My friends?" I was lost for words at
her announcement as I felt Mike's strong hands on my tummy
through my nighty and panties, pulling me deeper into his
lap.
     "Your going to quit your job and be a little housewife
for a while" she smiled. "After all, with my income, you
don't really need to work anyway, and I for one look forward
to having a nice well kept house for a change. Mike and Linda
have agreed to move in with us. He and I will continue to
work while Linda uses her vacation to teach you how to become
a good little housekeeper."
     I felt Mike's lips, nibbling at my ears as Susan spoke.
I felt so strange. Yet now, without the protection of my
girdle, my excitement was visible through my nighty and thin
panties for all to see. I could not deny that Susan's words,
and of course, Mike's attentions were having a turgid effect
on my libido. Besides, Susan spoke as though the decision had
already been made.
     "Come along, Sandy, let's get you dressed for the day"
smiled Linda as she took my hand. Mike was reluctant to let
me go. I cried "Ouch" when he gave my ear a stinging little
love bite. The girls both giggled as he finally released me
to the care of his pretty young wife.
     In a daze I allowed Linda to lead me to the master
bedroom. I guess I would refer to it now as Susan's bedroom
since Linda and I removed all of my clothes from the closet
and the bureau. We packed them away in boxes which Linda said
I could take out to the garage later.
     After a quick bubble bath, Linda had me slip into a
white bra and panty set. She showed me how to put on the
silky pantyhose by first gathering the sheer nylon in my
hands. After stepping into a matching half slip she handed me
a light green shirt waist dress. The skirt was very full and
came to just above my knees. I secretly loved the way the
soft folds swished over my nyloned thighs. Linda smiled as
she noticed that secret look of delight in my eyes. "I think
your going to be a very happy sissy" she smiled, fluffing the
skirt out.
     At first I was very self conscious being the only one in
skirts, and after all I thought, I AM a man. However, my
lovely wife Susan and Linda did their level best to make me
feel comfortable. And Mike -it seemed like he couldn't get
enough of me. Every time I came close to him he would slip
his arm around my waist or pat my bottom through my skirts
and panties. Once as I bent to serve him a drink he even slid
his hand up my nyloned thigh under my skirts and with a sly
little wink, pinched my bottom. I was glad the girls didn't
notice!
     That evening, Susan declared that we should all go to
bed early as tomorrow was a workday. Handing me an extremely
lacy white baby doll nighty, she asked Mike to take his
"little bride" to bed. "You'll probably have to help her with
the back buttons of her dress." she smiled as Mike ushered me
up the stairs. I was somewhat miffed that my wife had
referred to me in the feminine gender. But the thought
quickly left my mind as Mike closed the bedroom door and took
me in his massive arms. Maybe she's right I thought parting
my painted lips to welcome Mike's hot probing tongue. I felt
my knees grow weak. My tummy melted. My strong masculine
lover had waited for this moment all day. He wasted no time
with the back buttons of my pretty green dress and the snaps
of the lacy white brassiere. As I felt his hungry mouth on my
nipple, I surrendered, completely submitting mind and body to
his heated desire. With my soft pink lips at his ear I
whispered "Oh Darling, take me. I'm yours.".
     By morning I was truly sore. But I felt happy that Mike
had found such satisfaction. I woke up completely under the
covers. My baby doll nighty had worked its way up under my
arms. I felt Mike's toe wiggle teasingly at the juncture of
my thighs as I rested my head on his strong furry thigh. I
had savored the flavor of his masculinity for most of the
night, grateful that he had possessed me so completely. And
now for the fourth time he was again rising to the occasion.
He lifted the covers smiling down at me. Mischievously I let
my teeth close with a little love bite of my own.
     I almost choked as I heard a knock at the door. Mike
grinned broadly when I hurriedly jumped out of bed and tried
to pull down the hem of my baby dolls. Realizing that it was
hopeless, I quickly jumped back under the covers just as
Mike's pretty wife opened the door!
     "You two better get a move on" she smiled. "Sandy, I
want you to help Mike get dressed so he won't be late for
work." I felt so strange helping Mike into his shorts and
slacks while below the frilly hem of my baby doll nighty I
was completely on display. I had to keep brushing his playful
hands from my bottom as I buttoned his shirt. After a
crushing (but not unpleasant) kiss, he was out the door.
Linda, sitting on the bed, had witnessed our little foray
with an amused smile.
     "He's so impetuous!" she exclaimed, "sometimes I think
he should be on the receiving end, so he would know what it
feels like." I blushed deeply, trying without success to pull
the hem of my short nighty down. "He really gets your motor
running, doesn't he Sandy?"
     The answer was obvious from my openly displayed physical
state. With a broad grin, she took my hand, leading me to my
wife's bedroom. "Don't be embarrassed, silly, we girls have
our little secrets. And besides we're going to be seeing a
lot of each other for a while."
     She casually removed her robe and hung it in what had
been my closet. Her magnificent form was covered only by a
filmy nighty. It was exactly the same as mine, except it was
powder blue. Smiling at my embarrassed excitement, she
slipped it over her head and handed it to me.
     "Put this into the hamper, for now. Then go and start my
bath" she directed, looking me in the eye.
     The thought of disobedience never occurred to me as I
turned to do Linda's bidding. After her bath, I enjoyed the
task of drying her small but firm body all over with a fluffy
white towel. As she brushed her teeth, she had me stand
behind her, holding her firm breasts so they wouldn't jiggle.
I was surprised when she seemed to ignore my firm manhood
below the hem of my pretty nighty pressing against the
movements of her bare bottom.
     "That was very nice. You make such a lovely brassiere."
she giggled, leading me back into the bedroom. "Really though
Sandy, don't you think you should slip some panties on before
you have an accident?" she smiled tossing me a lacy pair of
pink briefs. Turning shyly, I slipped into the cool nylon
panties. The crisp ruffly lace at the leg openings tickled my
smooth shaven thighs.
     After I helped her dress in jeans and sweater she
selected my clothes for the day. "We're going shopping today
Sandy, and unfortunately you're going to have to be a man
again - at least for a few hours. I don't think you can yet
pass completely as a woman in broad daylight."
     She tossed me a pair of my wife's slacks. Thank goodness
the zipper was in the front! They were of thin white cotton
with elastic at the back of the waistband. One of her high
neck pullovers in powder blue and a pair of sheer knee highs
completed my clothing. My footwear consisted of a pair of
straw like pull on sneakers. Only the discerning observer (or
so I thought) could tell my clothing was completely feminine.
It wasn't until much later in the day, after we had finished
shopping and eating lunch, that I noticed the thin cotton
materiel of my slacks glowed with the pink outline of my
feminine panties. And the little satin bow above the left leg
was almost clearly visible. My cheeks burned as I thought
back to the then curious snickers and the 'too broad' smiles
of other shoppers.
     "Well I think they're darling." giggled Linda when she
noticed the embarrassed look of enlightenment dawn on my
face. "Not to worry though, sweety, I doubt you'll be leaving
the house again for quite some while. Now, let's get all
these clothes put away before Mike and Susan get home."
     Soon we had everything in order. Linda had me slip into
pantyhose and a skirt before we started dinner. Perhaps it
was only coincidence that the skirt she handed me was of thin
white cotton and styled with a front zipper just like the
pants I had been wearing. Instead of pant legs though, it had
a short, full circle skirt that fell to mid thigh.
     "This will make your pretty panties a little less
noticeable." she smiled, handing me a lace trimmed half slip
which was the same color of pink. Blushing once more, I
stepped into the pretty garment and pulled it up under the
skirt. Saying how Mike was such a leg man, she handed me a
pair of white, four inch heels.
     When she motioned for us to head for the kitchen, I
asked about makeup, wig, and a brassiere. "No wig or bra for
now." she grinned, "but I guess a little lipstick couldn't
hurt."
     She continued while painting my lips a delicate shade of
pink. "Your own hair is very pretty, you know. It won't be
much longer before we can do something with it. And as for a
bra, I think its important that Mike gets to know the real
you. If you're really meant for each other, he won't mind
that you're rather flat chested. I'm glad that you are
concerned about the size of your breasts though. I think most
women are. But I'm sure you'll learn to make the best of what
you have. Also, I like the idea of your lovely wife seeing
you this way. I don't want her to think of you as an
attractive young lady. For the time being, I want her to see
you as a weak, submissive and completely feminized male. And
as for yourself, I want you to think of a bra as something
completely feminine. Something you must earn the privilege of
wearing. Of course we'll make some exceptions for those
'special occasions' like the other night at the costume
party."
     "But... Linda", I interrupted, "why are you doing this
to me? I feel so strange. I really don't think it's right for
a man to dress and act this way."
     She moved closer now. Her breasts pressed firmly against
my flat chest as she reached up to fasten a large pink satin
bow to my own medium length hair. "Ah, but you didn't think
it was such a problem last night, with Mike?" she winked.
     I couldn't suppress the furious crimson that rose to my
cheeks. After spraying me generously with perfume, she took
my hand. "You blush so prettily" she said with a big grin,
leading me to the kitchen.
     "Your legs look absolutely lovely in your sexy high
heels, Sandy. If I know Mike, his eyes won't even venture
above your waist until you've got him eating out of your
hand!" I blushed more deeply. But as we passed the full
length mirror, I knew she was right.
     My wife was the first to get home. Linda insured that I
was ready, waiting by the door with a cool drink as she
entered. As I had been directed, I greeted her with a soft
smile and curtsy, lifting my short skirt so that just a hint
of pretty pink lace showed beneath the hem. "How sweet, Sis!"
she exclaimed. It looks like you're really taking your new
role seriously."
     She accepted the drink, handing me her brief case and
purse. After a sisterly peck on the cheek she playfully
patted my bottom and commented on my perfume.
     Entering the living room, Susan set her drink on the
coffee table. She went to Linda, and placed her hands on
either side of her pretty face. "You're really doing a good
job with Sandy, Darling. At this pace, he's going to be a
sweet little housewife before we know it." With that, two
soft pairs of lips met. Linda sighed softly as she leaned
into my wife's loving embrace. Their breasts and tummies
crushed together. Linda eagerly parted her lips to accept
Susan's warm probing tongue. After what seemed like several
moments, Susan broke the embrace and motioned towards me.
     "Come along girls, you can both help me change out of
this stuffy old business suit." Leaving one arm around
Linda's waist, she took my hand, leading us both to the
master bedroom.
     "You girls look so sweet in your little outfits. It's
almost as if your sisters." she smiled, hugging Linda closer
and squeezing my hand. Linda had changed earlier into a skirt
and top which almost matched my own. Her top was pink instead
of the powder blue that I wore.
     The resentment of being referred to as a girl by my
lovely wife burned deeply. But the feeling was overcome as I
heard the clacking of our heels and felt the gentle swish of
skirts on my nyloned thighs.
     Linda helped Susan out of her jacket and reaching around
from the front, began undoing the back buttons of her blouse.
Susan smiled with an audible "Mmmm... ", as their breasts
became snugly enmeshed. Standing behind my pretty wife, I
unzipped her slim business skirt and lowered it gently down
her long lovely legs. After I knelt to tug down her
delicately laced oyster satin half slip, she lifted her feet
one at time, freeing the skirts. I carefully hung the jacket
and skirt in her closet and deposited the slinky half slip in
the hamper. When I returned, the two women were once more
locked in a long wet kiss. Quietly, so as not to disturb
them, I knelt at my wife's feet to help her out of the high
heels.
     With slight irritation in her voice Susan interrupted
the kiss just long enough to tell me to run along and get
ready for Mike. "And please close the door on your way." she
frowned. I felt a keen sense of humiliation as I placed her
heels neatly in the closet. I left the room, softly closing
the door as instructed.
     I had little time however to pout. Mike was just coming
in the front door. I blushed to the sound of his low wolf
whistle as I felt his eyes consuming my long nyloned legs.
Not knowing how to react, I just stood there feeling terribly
on display. My fingers toyed nervously with the short hem of
my flaring skirts. Before I realized it, his arms encircled
my slim waist, drawing me close. I looked up in surprise only
to see his firm masculine lips being lowered with deliberate
slowness until they met my own. The thought of resistance was
only fleeting as I felt the strength in his powerful arms
drawing me deeper into the embrace. His warm wet tongue
pressed for entry. My tummy began to melt as I felt his
strong hand on my bottom through the layers of thin nylon.
Slowly, my eyes closed. My soft painted lips parted. Once
again we were bonded together as one. The thin material of my
skirts and panties did little to conceal the turgid effect he
was having on me. At my lower tummy I also felt his
undeniable need.
     I felt myself being lifted into his strong arms. He
carried me to the guest room and ever so gently deposited me
on the freshly made bed. He was quickly out of his pants and
shoes and beside me on the bed. After another long, wet kiss,
I was putty awaiting the mold. His strong hands gently
positioned me to his liking. Without bothering to remove my
own clothes, he merely lifted the hem of my short skirt and
petticoat and lowered the pretty pink panties.

           *           *           *            *

     "You're heels seem to be bothering you a little, Sandy"
my wife commented later that evening as I served dinner. I
did move rather stiffly, but it certainly wasn't the heels. I
blushed deeply, turning automatically to look over the table
at Mike. He made no effort to hide a knowing wink. As
understanding struck, Linda and Susan tried unsuccessfully to
suppress a girlish giggle. Almost in tears, I lifted my
napkin to cover crimson cheeks.
     Realizing my embarrassment, Linda gave me an empathetic
smile and a soft pat on my nyloned knee. "Don't worry Sandy."
she said tenderly, "I have some ideas which I'll share with
you later. I'm sure they will help you with your little
problem.
     Emphasizing the word little, she glared coldly at her
smiling husband. Thankfully, Susan changed the subject and I
was soon serving coffee for the girls and brandy for Mike.
     Later, after Susan, Linda, and I freshened our lipstick
and perfume, we all played a round of pinochle. Mike and I
were paired naturally against Linda and Susan. We laughed and
joked as we played. It seemed so nice to have a foursome in
the house. We all got along really great together. Once when
it was Susan's turn to deal, I poured more drinks and served
some chips. While serving Mike, he pulled me down for a very
randy kiss and his hand slipped beneath my short skirts to
caress my nyloned bottom. Although embarrassed to be fondled
so intimately in front of my wife, I couldn't help but submit
his masterful touch. Linda and Susan had already sorted their
cards. Susan impatiently and loudly cleared her throat.  With
a stinging little pinch high on the inside of my thigh, Mike
finally released me. Returning to my seat I tugged
desperately at the hem of my skirt.
     They all exploded with laughter as Linda playfully
smirked: "I think Sandy has a royal flush!". Catching the
line, I couldn't help joining in the laugh. Later, just
before we all retired, Linda took me aside and led me to the
bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and with an
understanding smile handed me a small plastic jar of
Vaseline. "Tonight, just before joining Mike, you should use
some of this." Even though we were alone in the bathroom, I
flushed hotly. But I knew she was just sharing a feminine
secret. "Now run along and be a good little wife. I'll see
you in the morning." she whispered, sending me off to the
guest room with a firm little pat on my bottom.
     After our earlier episode, Mike was much more gentle. He
had me undress slowly as he watched, insisting that I leave
the high heels 'til last. Linda was right about my small
chest. Mike didn't really seem to mind. With his warm mouth
he made ample use of what there was. After our first round,
we both agreed that Linda was right about the small jar too!
What a smart lady she was. Thankfully, with my head once
again resting on Mike's furry thigh I fell into a peaceful
slumber. All night I had wonderful dreams about big, warm,
juicy popsicles - and of things to come.