I looked at the sight of myself in the mirror, seeing the way the costume had transformed me. The reflection was not my own. I’ve never looked this beautiful in my life.
I love dressing up and playing pretend, it gives me a chance to embrace a new life for even just a moment and it gives me the possibility and hope that new life will suit me better.
But dressing up is just playing pretend. In all these years and all this time I’ve never truly felt like I was anyone other than my own inadequate self.
That mysterious shop. That strange owner. He had said the costume would change me but I didn’t know how much.
I’ve become a woman, more beautiful than any that I’ve ever seen before. I’ve become her in every possible way and I am seeing the world through her eyes and feeling it through her skin.
I love it, the feeling of it almost more than I thought I could ever take. I love it and I want it and I want more. I want to feel it all.
And when my jerk of a roommate comes home and catches me exposed I see the opportunity and chance to feel more. I know what I want but I’m scared to take it, not knowing if by embracing her I will lose myself.
Not knowing if I even care.
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“Fuck that was intense,” I said to myself and to no one. It was a truism, a fact of my experience.
I’d never cum that hard before in my life, never been able to feel a surge of pleasure so overwhelming. Even now in the wake of it I could feel it in every inch of my body, my lean figure stretching to accommodate and feel the thrumming of that energy in my being.
It was so unlike cumming as a man. No sense of finality though there was a sense of completeness.
Still I knew I could go again right now, plunging my fingers between my thighs and bringing myself to gasping climax after gasping climax until it consumed me fully but still I begged for more.
A smile lit on my face at the thought of that. A woman as beautiful as this overcome with her need and desire. The tousle of after-sex glow and mussed hair lending her an undeniably lustful quality. Her need reflected in my need as we both gave in to it.
I could have lived in that room for an eternity. Given up on all other basic necessities and just lived in the moment and it would have been enough.
But the world has a way of thrusting change and realization onto you. It has a way of making it difficult to ignore the hard choices and decisions in life.
My shock came when I heard the front door open and I realized that I was no longer alone.
I heard thudding footsteps, weight and steady. They were the footsteps of Xander, my roommate and my antagonist.
I heard him walking in and talking to himself and moving around in the common space and I realized that he was alone. None of his ladies with him yet, they would no doubt follow him home come nights end. For now it was just him and his plans and machinations.
This was unfortunate, but it didn’t spell my doom. Xander rarely engaged me unless he had a need to and surely he would be too preoccupied with preparations for Halloween to give me even a passing thought.
Whatever came next for me, which was likely and logically dressing down and hopping on a bus to go back to that costume shop and figure out whatever the fuck happened, I could stay in my room until he was out for the night and avoid him and any awkward questions.
And if there is a god I prayed that they would grant me mercy. But if there is a god they are no doubt a trickster god, because mercy was not on the table tonight.
“For fuck’s sake,” I heard his grumble from the main room. I heard his footsteps thudding down the hall and his fist slamming against my door, “I know you’re in there. Do you have the goddamn remote? I can’t even turn on the damn tv without it?”
My eyes went wide and they shifted over to my desk where the remote had been tossed from a few nights before. Flicking back over to the door I scrabbled at the sheets balling them up in front of me protectively and burrowing back and away from him.
There wasn’t a thing I could say that would keep him from intruding now. Even opening my mouth and speaking would let him know that something was wrong, that I had changed.
After all my voice wasn’t even remotely similar to my ordinary one, and all he had to do was to hear one note to know that I wasn’t my ordinary self.
“Fuck,” he said, “Alright I hope you’re decent. I’m coming in.”
Of course, fate wouldn’t let it all come down to a voice and a misunderstanding. I sat frozen in terror as I watched the doorknob turn and watched the door creak open.