Jinkies!

“Come on get a move on in there” My girlfriend’s voice came from outside the bathroom door “We need to get moving if you don’t want to be late.”

“Okay, okay” I grumble watching the last of my body hair washing down the drain.

I still can’t quite believe I’m going through with this, but a bet’s a bet I guess. I towelled myself off quickly amazed at how effective the depilatory cream worked there is not a trace of body hair left below my eyebrows and my skin feels incredibly soft and smooth under the rough towel. I open the door with a grin and step out Lucy is waiting impatiently looking equally parts annoyed and hot as hell in her Sexy Ghost costume.

“Relax honey with don’t have to be there for hours yet.” I try and reassure her “We have VIP tickets so it’s not like we have to queue to get in.”

“We have an hour and half and we have hardly started on your costume.” She counters

“Well maybe if we had just gone with my choice…?”

“No way buddy” she cuts me off “ I won the bet so I get to pick this year, besides we went as Han Solo and slave Leia last year. Now get your sexy ass out here so I can do your make-up.”

I meekly obey and take a seat in front of her vanity, She goes to work expertly painting my face until she is finally satisfied. With the addition of a long wig I hardly recognise myself in the mirror, my face looks so soft and girlish.

“Wow that’s amazing, it’s like magic.” I say admiring her handy work

“Sure, like magic.” She mutters and before I can ask what she means she has already moved on to the next stage.

She hands me a padded body stocking and I pull it on with some difficulty. It squeezes my waist in and flattens my manly bulge, it’s pretty uncomfortably but the effect is dramatic squeezing my body into a much more feminine shape. I slip on the rest of the costume, pantihose, mini-skirt, and tight polo-neck sweater. I put on the thick rim glasses check myself in the mirror feeling more than a little self conscious.

“I make a passable Velma honey” I say “but I don’t think anyone is going to be fooled into thinking a really a girl… ahem, ack, hey what’s up with my voice?”

As I speak my voice cracks and pitches higher making me sound like an awkward teen for a minute before settling in a girlish alto. I clutch my stomach as I am hit by a sudden cramp, when it passes I realise I can no longer feel the restrictive body-stocking and my chest feels oddly heavy. I poke at the padding of my fake boobs and yelp as I feel soft flesh give under my finger. I look at Lucy and see she is grinning like the cat that got the cream.

“Ha! It actually worked” she laughs “I can’t believe it, I thought the guy at the costume shop was full of it when he said his costumes were magic!”

“Magic…? Wait you did this on purpose?” I squeak reaching under my skirt, desperately searching for a trace of my once proud cock “Why? How?….Why?!?”

“Oh calm down you big baby.” She teases me “It will wear off at midnight and you’ll be to your normal manly self and we are bound to win best couple in the masquerade. But first why don’t we solve the mystery of why my boyfriend is so hot?”

She squeezes my breast and I feel a pleasant warmth growing in my new pussy, what else could I say?

“Jinkies!!”