by Candy Banger
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Teaser
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
COME AGAIN
SWAPPED ON HALLOWEEN
Candy Banger
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Copyright © 2015 Candy Banger. All rights reserved.
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As Chad stepped into the shadows with us, his eyes acclimatized to the darkness, and then widened in delight at the scene before him. Stacey had her lips locked around my right breast, looking up at him, and I had one hand on Stacey’s tit and one inside her panties. Would Chad know it was me? Did he recognize me? Should I say anything?
‘Well, well,’ Chad said. ‘Don’t stop on my account, ladies.’ He flashed us a dirty grin.
What a prick, I thought. No wonder so many women thought men were absolute sleazeballs. Chad had no right to be ogling us like this. He should leave Stacey and I to it. And yet… Something about the sound of his voice, and the scent of him, so near me, was making the wetness spread between my thighs even faster. What was going on. Did I want to fuck Chad?
CHAPTER ONE
‘You going to that Halloween party at Stacey’s this weekend?’ I asked Chad, as we walked back to our dorm rooms after Math class.
Chad shrugged. ‘I don’t know, man… I’ve been invited to, like, six other parties, so I might just check out one of them instead.’
Even though Chad was my best friend, he was also a total jerk. He was incredibly hot, and incredibly popular, and he always knew how to make me feel insecure.
‘Well, I’ve only been invited to one Halloween party,’ I said, ‘and that’s Stacey’s, so I think I’m gonna go…’
Chad stopped pacing ahead, turned, and faced me with a mischievous grin. ‘You’re gonna go to Stacey’s party because you want to bang her, don’t you?’
I grimaced at the word ‘bang’. Why did Chad always have to be so vulgar? He never used to be that way, not until he started to get those big, rippling muscles, and all the Freshman girls wanted to have sex with them. Then it was like he had carte-blanche to be as vulgar as he liked. He knew, however repulsive the words that flew out of his mouth were, that he was going to get laid every night of the week. Chicks dig a bad boy. And Chad was certainly that.
‘Stacey is a very nice girl,’ I said, feeling my cheeks redden. ‘She’s bright, witty, and–’
‘And she’s got great tits!’ interrupted Chad, laughing. ‘Jesus, Tom, it’s obvious why you like her!’
My blush spread all the way across my neck. ‘She’s nice… in every way,’ I said awkwardly. I was hardly about to disagree with Chad about Stacey’s tits. They truly were amazing. I’d seen her at the campus pool once, in a tight, pink swimsuit, and I had to go and hide in the changing rooms for half an hour before my erection subsided. She was so pert it was ridiculous. You could see the perfect, hard little nipples, poking up through the fabric of her swimsuit as she got out of the pool, pointing up towards the roof, droplets of chlorinated water dripping down her toned body… Oh man, even thinking about it now was making me feel… funny.
Chad began walking again and this time I kept pace with him. ‘Too bad I’ve never fucked her,’ he sighed, looking sorrowfully down at the pavement. In a couple of moments, his expression brightened. ‘Ah well, I’ve already got three dates sorted for this weekend, and it’s still only Tuesday.’
As Chad began to tell me about the dates he had lined up for the weekend, my mind began to drift. Pretty soon, my brain was filled with images of Stacey.
I had to convince Chad to go with me to her party this weekend. And I had to convince him to wear something ugly. But what could I possibly wear for Halloween that would make Stacey notice me?
CHAPTER TWO
‘You know what I think?’ asked Chad, as we lifted weights together in the gym. ‘I think Stacey’s a lesbian.’
‘Why?’ I replied, barely able to heave the thirty-five kilogram bar over my head, while Chad was lifting the fifty kilogram bar like it was made of air.
‘Because she’s never fucked me. All the other girls on the swim team have. So she must be a lesbian.’
I shook my head, putting down my weights, and moving onto the mat. How had it happened that I’d become best friends with suck a jackass? I began doing some sit-ups, about the only thing I was any good at in this gym. And the only thing that didn’t involve having to lift any weights.
‘Listen, I’d really like it if you’d come to the party with me,’ I said. ‘At least for the first hour or so, while I find my feet. Then you can go to one of your other six parties…’
Chad added another couple of weights onto his bar and grinned. ‘You’re not gonna give up on this lesbian, are you?’ He lifted the bar again, this time letting out a big, tough sigh. I could see, that even though he made lifting weights to easy, he was still getting pretty sweaty. His muscles stretched taut as he moved his arms up and down. I found myself wondering, just for a split second, what it might be like to be a girl, pinned down against a mattress by those thick, muscular arms… But, fortunately, I quickly snapped back to reality. I thought about a nice big round pair of breasts, instead of my friend’s body. There. That was better.
‘Look,’ said Chad, more gently now. ‘This obviously means something to you, so I’ll go to the party with you.’
Okay. Wow. Maybe I had seriously underestimated Chad. He wasn’t such a bad guy after all. ‘Thank you,’ I said, stopping my sit-ups for a moment. ‘Seriously, that’s really kind of you.’ Then, as an afterthought, I added: ‘You’re not dressing as anything… sexy, are you?’
Chad raised his eyebrows at me. ‘Well that depends,’ he said, with a wink. ‘Does the Incredible Hulk turn you on?’
I thought about this for a moment. The Incredible Hulk was topless, right? So Chad’s muscles would be on full display. But he’d be bright green, from head to foot. And green surely wasn’t the sexiest skin tone, was it? ‘The Incredible Hulk is suitably repulsive,’ I said. ‘Sounds good to me. Now I just need to decide what I’m going to wear.’
‘You want to impress Stacey, don’t you?’ Chad asked. ‘There’s only one thing you can do to attract her attention.’
‘What’s that?’ I asked
‘Dress as a woman,’ he replied, pushing his weights into the air with all the force of a man: a big, strong, incredible, hulking man.
CHAPTER THREE
I couldn’t believe I was really going to do this. I had half a mind to just turn and run as far as I could in the opposite direction from Stacey’s front door. How on earth had I let Chad persuade me to dress like this?
Morticia Addams, for goodness sake?
I mean, yes, she was a sexy woman. But she was a woman! And I was a man!
We had no evidence whatsoever that Stacey actually was a lesbian. In fact, it was obviously something Chad had made up so that he could feel better about the fact she’d never shown any interest in him. And yet here I was, about to turn up to the girl of my dreams’ house wearing a tight, revealing, black satin dress, with a fake, plastic cleavage, bright, red lips, and smoky black eye make-up. If I’d been a woman, I’d have looked hot as hell. As it was, I looked… sort of confused.
I’d never have let this happen if I hadn’t b
een drunk. But Chad suggested ‘a quick drink’ at four o’clock this afternoon, and it was gone eleven by now. He said we had to arrive at the party ‘fashionably late’. I must have had ten or twelve beers by now, and ‘fashionable’ is the last thing on earth I felt.
I looked up at the sky, trying to calm myself by getting some perspective, looking up at the distant twinkling stars and thinking how insignificant this was in the great scheme of the universe. I took a deep breath in, then a deep breath out. I focused on the brightest star I could see. Ugh, I wished I looked good tonight. I wished I looked attractive and authentic. Not like a man trying to dress as a woman for no good reason.
Oh god.
As we walked towards the door, I teetered unsteadily on my heels. How did women do this?
‘Jeez, Stacey’s got a big place. This can’t be university accommodation.’
‘She lives with three other sophomore girls,’ I said. ‘I think it belongs to one of their parents.’
Chad whistled. ‘Alright for some.’
Fortunately, there was a lot of noise coming from inside the house. Pounding music, laughter and chatter. The more bodies in there, I knew, the more I could blend in. I found myself hoping now that Stacey didn’t even notice me.
Chad rang the doorbell, and a man dressed as a pumpkin opened the door.
‘Trick or treat, dude!’ Chad shouted, barging his way in, and I followed.
Pumpkin guy looked at me briefly, and then I saw him smirk, but I walked away quickly before I could gauge his reaction any more than that.
Chad pushed his way through the throngs of people towards what was presumably the kitchen, and I completely lost him within about twenty seconds flat. I decided to locate the stairs, go up and find myself a bathroom. At least I could lock myself away in privacy for a few minutes, in the hope that maybe some of the embarrassment would subside.
I pushed my way past a girl dressed as a sexy mouse, a couple of witches, a fairy, and a guy dressed like some kind of handsome prince, and I finally found myself on the upstairs landing. With a sigh of relief, I saw that the bathroom was free, so I headed quickly inside, and locked the door behind me.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the bathroom, I sat on the side of the bath, and put my head in my hands. The movement of my arms caused my plastic cleavage to almost fall out of the dress, and I felt so pathetic I almost burst into tears.
Oh god, why couldn’t I be more like Chad? Why did I lack so much confidence with girls? Why was I still a virgin? The only time I’d ever got close to having sex with anyone, I just couldn’t get hard. The girl was so cute and so pretty, but I didn’t even get so much as a twinge down there. And yet whenever the moment was completely inappropriate, I’d suddenly go stiff as a post… And sometimes my cock wouldn’t go soft for hours. I was embarrassed to admit it, but it had even happened one night last week while I was with Chad. We were just sitting there on the sofa together, watching TV, and… ping! It happened.
It was just so embarrassing. All I wanted was to feel comfortable in my own skin, to fall in love with someone, to take them in my arms and fuse my body with theirs…
Outside the bathroom door I heard a peal of laughter, and then the grandfather clock in the hallway began to strike twelve.
Jesus, how could it be midnight already? I hadn’t even spoken to anyone yet. The only person who had seen me had been the guy at the door. I looked out of the window, noticing that bright star again, and then I closed my eyes and began to rub my temples, enjoying the feeling of my smooth skin. I took deep breaths to calm myself, feeling my big, warm, soft bosom heaving as I did so. Then I ran my fingers through my long, silky hair.
Dong… went the clock outside the door. Dong….
I stood up, steadying myself against the sink, smoothing my tight, silk dress over my curvaceous body.
Dong… dong… dong…
The clock struck midnight. I looked down into the plughole, feeling as though if I wasn’t careful, I was about to get sucked down into it by some kind of bizarre Halloween black magic. (Way too much beer tonight, I decided.)
Dong.
I felt a warm, tingling sensation spread through my ample chest, making my nipples erect, as it flowed into the enticing, voluptuous flesh swaddled tightly in my dress. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I began fondling the flesh, running my fingers over the hard nipples, wishing I was touching a real woman’s breasts - Stacey’s breasts.
It was amazing how realistic these plastic breasts felt though. My breasts felt even bigger than Stacey’s! Even more voluptuous!
I started kneading them a little harder, noticing a strange new sensation creeping between my legs. It didn’t feel like an erection though. I couldn’t feel anything moving, or growing, or any of the normal feelings I had grown to know and love down there. This was something exquisitely different. It was a warm, soft, wet spreading, out from my centre, down the insides of my thighs, up into my stomach and around the back, across my ass cheeks. This was like my entire groin was on fire.
I grabbed onto the sink harder, and shifted my focus from the plughole, up the gleaming blue bathroom tiles, and up even further to the mirror. I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks, and I wanted to check myself in the mirror, to check I didn’t look like I was feverish. Or dying.
But when my eyes met the glass of the mirror, I almost screamed.
I didn’t know what the heck had happened here, but it wasn’t me that was looking into the mirror any more. It was… I don’t know… this is going to sound stupid… I wasn’t me any more.
I was a supermodel.
Honestly, looking back at me in the mirror, was the hottest, sexiest, most fuckable (to use Chad’s phraseology) woman I’d ever seen.
I had big, pouting red lips, a slim, but incredibly curvaceous figure, big come-to-bed eyes with thick, dark eyelashes. My Morticia Addams dress clung to my body, not like some cheap, lame attempt at a Halloween costume any more, but now, like some kind of strappy, sexy, black cocktail dress. Tight, revealing, suggestive. I looked drop-dead gorgeous. Even the black fabric I’d attached to the bottom of the dress to look like octopus tentacles now looked more like some kind of midnight black, flirty frill, drawing the eyes up my long, smooth legs, to a split that stopped teasingly short of the top of my thigh.
And my hair… Don’t ask me how it had happened, but the wig looked real now. I tugged at it, and sure enough, the sleek black hair had attached itself to my head, grown a deeper, thicker lustre, and it fell down my back in soft, sleek waves…
Fuck, I looked incredible. Truly amazing. Like the kind of woman I’d never ever get the chance to be with in my whole life.
How had it happened? Had I just had too many beers? Or was it genuinely some kind of Halloween magic? I didn’t believe in that stuff of course, until now.
I looked down at my sexy new figure, and knew that there was only one way to tell if my drunken eyes were deceiving me. I kept hold of the sink with one hand, and reached down for the hem of my dress with the other. I slid my fingers up my thighs, all the way to the top of my legs, where I felt my cotton boxers had now turned into a pair of satin panties. I ran my fingers over the smooth satin, gasping as the material made the soft, smooth skin beneath it shiver. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so different. My dick had well and truly disappeared. In its place, I felt the gentle swell of a pubic bone and a soft bump, like a pair of lips… Could it really be?
I lifted back the black satin and brushed my forefinger against the skin behind it.
Oh my god!
I had a pussy!
I ran my finger across my delicate pussy lips, prising them apart, ever so gently, dipping my finger between them and feeling a rush of warm, wet juice. I dipped my finger in deeper, and cried out in ecstasy as I let the finger slide all the way in. I was so wet it was easy. I pushed in another finger. Then, with my thumb, I located my clitoris, a soft, sexy little bump just at the top of my pussy, where my perfect
little lips met, and I pulsed my thumb gently over it, instinctively, almost dropping to the floor in ecstasy as I did so. My thighs began to tremble and I couldn’t help but push my fingers in harder… and harder still… until I was pumping away at my little pussy, brushing my clit and making myself groan with pleasure. (Thank god the music was so loud in this place, or I think the whole neighborhood would have heard me.)
Finally, just as someone knocked on the door, shouting to ask if I was ‘done’, I felt a hot, electric crackle, running from my thighs all the way, deep into my pussy, and I felt a rush of wetness run over my fingers, coating me in sweet pussy juices. I cried out with euphoric pleasure, feeling the warmth spread across my entire body.
I looked in the mirror, and saw that my lips had grown plumper than ever, my cheeks had a healthy tinge of red in them, and my breasts looked more full and hungry to be touched than ever before.
I was desperate to keep touching myself, to keep exploring this amazing new form my body had been taken, but the knocking at the door was growing more insistent, and I knew that I had to get out. It was time to find Chad.
CHAPTER FIVE
Out in the hallway, I became aware that a lot of people were staring at me. At first I thought they knew what had happened in the bathroom, that I’d been in there giving myself the most intense orgasm of my life. Then I wondered if I looked different to them than the way I’d seen myself in the mirror. Maybe I was still just plain old Tom, wearing plastic boobs and an ill-fitting dress. But after a few stares, I realized that it was an entirely different scenario. Men were looking at me, licking their lips. They weren’t looking me in the eye, either. Their gazes were running up and down the length of my body, lingering on my chest, checking out my ass. These guys were lusting after me.
