“Is that you, James?” The lady from HR looked confused at me, with big question marks in her eyes. I guess a better compliment for a costume you can't get. Or maybe she was confused because it didn't look like a costume?

It was all my girlfriend's idea. We're around our six month anniversary, and we both have a real good feeling about our relationship. And for a few months she has let me know how much she loves Halloween. And how she has this great idea for us dressing up.

I have never been super involved, throwing on a funny t-shirt and a hat was typically good enough for me. But, as this seemed important to her, I figured it would be another step forward in our being together. So, I embraced the idea, until I found out what it was.

She wanted us to go as boss and secretary, me being the latter. A female secretary. But, I had said “A”, and now it was time to say “B”. So I swallowed all my concerns, and let her take care of everything. And that was exactly what she wanted, so points for me. She went all out.

This Thursday morning we got up at 3 am, to get ready, and the first thing she did was shave my beard, which I had worked so long at to shape. I didn't really wake up until after my shower, after she had lathered me up with a very flowery soap. Which took the rest of my body hair away as well. Even in my crotch area. But, as long as she stayed excited, I went with it.

Before I realized it, she had glued breast forms on my chest. Very realistic ones, I couldn't even see a seam where it touched my skin. As I was still getting used to the bra she wrapped around them to ease the weight, she had me hold my breath, and she wrapped some fabric around my waist, in the same color as my skin. It was tightened on my back, and breathing out was not so easy. She promised me I would get used to it.

I couldn't easily look down past my breasts, but it was clear my waist was more narrow, and now she added what looked like flaps of skin to my hips, as I slowly became more curvy. The last “flap” covered my crotch, and it kept her busy for a while, as she had to guide my manhood in a certain position. My manhood, that minutes earlier, received an ice cube treatment to get it totally flaccid.

It was not done yet, as she glued false nails to my fingers, and even my toes. All perfectly shaped and perfectly red, but much longer than what I thought practical. The last thing was a wig, that looked very realistic and must have cost a few bucks. And because my own hair was relatively short, she glued the wig as well, so I couldn't lose it by accident. Not to worry, she had the dissolvent to get everything off my body again.

When I looked in the mirror I clearly had a female body, the lack of anything between my legs the most disturbing. She warned me I would have to sit to pee, like any woman. But, and I'm still not sure if she was joking, I could take a dick in, upto six inches long.

Still, my face didn't match the rest of my body, but that would be fixed later. First we went back to bed, for two more hours of sleep. I could only lay on my back, but that was perfect, she said, for the glue to set.

I didn't think I could sleep, with the short breaths I was still taking, but just before seven she woke me up again. She was still in an extremely good mood. She sat me down at the makeup table I had bought for her a month ago, as she had been spending plenty of nights at my place by then. Scored a few points there as well, lol.

And as she worked on my face and brushed my hair, I could finally see it. Not sure if I liked the way she plucked my eyebrows, but it added to my looks. My lashes extended and my face colored in all the right places, and my lips bright red. I understood now as well why she insisted three weeks ago to get my ears pierced. I now had some subtle drapes in them.

As she pulled my now shiny hair in a long ponytail, and gave me a set of fake glasses, I could indeed see the secretary look forming. Clothing wise, the tight bra was replaced by a lacy one, that showed quite some cleavage. She somehow pulled the straps away from what was a latex corset around my waist, but it stayed tight around me, keeping my waist narrow. Even that was apparently glued on me.

Before I put on “my” matching panties, I had to sit on the toilet, and let go of my pee, which trickled into the bowl, where I normally have a powerful spray. I had to wipe myself to get all dry between my legs. I have to say, the way the panties fit on me was a nice feeling. Tight and smooth, no indication I was ever a man down there.

Thank goodness for the stockings she made me wear that didn't need any garters or anything. The rubbery top stayed put by itself, high up on each leg. A white blouse showed still a bit of my lacy bra, then a black pencil skirt finished the look. By now it was scary how much I indeed looked like a woman. But Sadie was happy, and my scare turned into amazement.

I was wrong thinking it was finished. A pair of red sandals, with one inch heels, showed off my red nailed toes through my sheer stockings. She had me walk around for twenty minutes to get used to it, as she made us breakfast. After we ate, she showed me how to touch up my lipstick, and powder my cheeks.

With my phone and makeup in a small handbag, my laptop in a tote, and a jacket that matched my skirt, I got on my way to work, where we would have a Halloween luncheon, with a prize for the best costume. Sadie herself would get ready today in her “boss” costume, so we could go to a friend's party after work, and later we'd go to a major celebration downtown, hoping to win the two thousand dollar grand prize.

Sadie had suggested that after all partying was over, she wanted some woman-on-woman sex with me. And since it would take a couple of hours to get all the stuff from my body again, maybe I could stay in character for Friday as well. She'd show me her undying gratitude, and she licked her lips, if I stayed Jamie until Sunday night even. How can you say no to that? Besides, I liked how she had made sure I was not some guy in drag, so I figured I owed her at least that.

When I entered the office, walking as confidently as I could, I got some looks from people, not knowing who I was. Probably a quarter of the people were dressed up, but you could still tell who they were, except the guy with the monkey mask, completely covering his head. Not until I settled at my desk did I get a few smiles from my closest colleagues, after I said my good mornings in my most girly voice. And within fifteen minutes, HR was at my desk.

At her question I answered, “I go by Jamie now, at least for today.” In what clearly was a sigh of relief, she started laughing, and then she complimented how good I looked in “my costume”. She took a few pictures, as she did with everyone that was in costume, so I took my chance. I explained about the two parties tonight and if it was allowed to stay one more day in character, otherwise I'd take a day of PTO. She was okay with that, as long as my boss agreed, but she reminded me that Friday was typical casual wear. I got the hint, and I texted Sadie, to make sure she had some casual clothes for me the next day. Of course, was her single reply, followed by a laughing smiley.

My boss had no problems either, as it wasn't like there was a meeting with a customer or anything. I had two meetings that morning and by then everyone realized it was the same old me under that sexiness. Two other women told me they loved my looks and were impressed with how I pulled it off. And one guy asked me to get him some coffee, and as people chuckled I told him where he could go, in his dreams.

Lunch was great, although I tried to eat as ladylike as possible. As a matter of fact, my corset didn't leave me much choice, I could only eat a small amount. But everyone wanted to sit with me, trying to get a glimpse at my lacy bra I figured. And when I won the prize for best costume, I texted my girlfriend a picture of the one hundred dollar gift certificate, and got a “loud cheer” back from her.

When I got back home, I expected to see her transformed into a guy, but apparently she was my female boss. She looked easily ten years older, maybe twenty even, with a distinguished look, in a classic female dress suit. With a pearl necklace and glasses hanging around her neck. She made me call her Mrs Slocombe, as we took some pictures together. Then she had me change part of my outfit. Apparently I needed a slightly sluttier look, as I did get a garter belt now, to hold up my fishnet stockings, and my skirt became a leather pencil, now with two inch open toed pumps.

Again I had to learn to walk in my new heels, my feet already tired from the day. But her hand on my leather butt occasionally felt good, as I managed to stay “in role”. Driving was a little trickier, in my tight skirt and higher heels, but we had a blast at our friend's party. I wasn't the only “woman”, and I compared notes with the other “guys”, who couldn't believe my looks, as they were clearly in drag. Mrs Slocombe kept calling me “darling”, and had me get food and drinks for her, generally showing off her bossy attitude, at the expense of me. And people loved how I played my part.

By the time we reached downtown, we had fine-tuned our act, as I carried her bag around, and performed all the “chores” she had me do, as judges were walking around. In the end we took second place, which was still good for a thousand dollars. After many pictures for the morning newspaper, and with some friends as well for ourselves, we finally got home, way past midnight, and we dropped dead in bed, exhausted, with no sex at all.

That changed in the early morning though, as I woke up horny, but without my normal morning boner, which didn't go unnoticed by Sadie. I was dressed in one of her nighties, as she was kissing my nipples, which unfortunately I could not feel. I did have a sensation where she had her finger in my “pussy”, but again not enough to get me more aroused. In a way it was a bit frustrating that my horniness wasn't scratched, so I concentrated on her pleasure.

She was clearly hot about me, as I made her cum twice, from just rubbing our breasts together, and kissing her while I moaned as a girl. And when I ate her out with my red lipstick on her clit, she exploded, as I drank her fluids eagerly. In a way she came for both of us, and I felt a strange satisfaction that I normally don't feel, after doing “my duty” of filling her up. It was clear she was looking forward to a few more nights like this, and I was happy to oblige, falling just a bit more in love with her.

She got in the shower with me, as she taught me a few more secrets of female hygiene, and “how to wash my hair”. Plus, her hands were all over my slippery soapy skin, as she made sure my face stayed hairless. All in all it was again a sexy experience that was new in our relationship. She had dropped her Mrs Slocombe routine, and we were two sexy women now, making out quite a bit. I guess I learned a bit more about her, but her pleasure was contagious.

In the office, with my hair loose this time, in a flirty skirt and a team jersey in a female cut, now in two inch heels, people were commenting how they'd seen me in the newspaper, and nobody questioned why I was still dressed as a woman. As a matter of fact, some of the ladies asked me out for lunch, and they treated me as one of their own. It was truly refreshing to see this side of life, and I made new friends. Some giggled stories about their boyfriends, but they were fine as I talked about my girlfriend. One of the ladies asked me to bring my girl to a dancing that night.

As much as I had thought it awkward, the day went faster than typical, and I got two problems solved in my work that we’d been struggling with for weeks. My boss actually complimented me before I left, joking that Jamie was so efficient.

Back home, Sadie had me undress completely before we'd go out for dinner, but we took a roll between the sheets first for a round of sex. Again another first. This time she shoved a vibrator in my pussy, and although there was more sensation, it was not enough to satisfy any sexual relief. But, to please her I moaned, and even made it look like I had a tiny orgasm. Once more, my full attention on her, made her cum for both of us, and again I felt satisfaction rather than frustration for not coming myself.

She had me wear what I thought of as my favorite dress “on her”, but feeling leather all over my own skin now made it “our” favorite dress. I didn't know that wearing clothing like this could be such a pleasurable experience. It made the three inch heels easier to accept, when I saw myself in the mirror, a vision of sexy. She completed the look in tight leather pants, with five inch heels, which made her stand slightly taller than me. And I realized, in this lesbian relationship we had for just a few days, I was the girl, and Sadie the more dominant one.

And that's indeed how people treated me, as chairs were pulled out for me, and doors opened. Sadie had her hand on my back as she guided me through the restaurant and I simply acted girly, without overdoing so. I got pretty handy in fixing up my makeup, but it was again a new experience as we went to the ladies room together. Yet, nobody thought it awkward, as I did my business in a stall, then refreshed my lipstick, and even sprayed a tad of perfume. One woman took a whiff and asked me to spray some in her neck, and we both smiled as we left.

As we met up later with the girl from my office, Suzanne, she introduced us to her girlfriend Chi, who was a beautiful Asian. And the four of us hit off right away. They loved my dress, and touched me all over without any hesitation. Sadie and Suzanne were clearly drawn to each other, as Chi and I became friends for life. That may seem overly dramatic, but we clicked everywhere it mattered. She knew of me, as Suzanne had told her, but she was in awe about my looks, and I was similarly impressed with her Asian silk dress, and she clearly enjoyed my hands on her as well.

Chi pulled me on the dance floor, with many same-sex couples, and a bit later I saw Sadie and Suzanne together as well, their mouths locked in a kiss. I wasn't sure what to think of that, but Chi said, “Don't overthink it, just let go.” And she pulled me into her body and we started kissing as well.

If you think that all girls taste the same, you haven't kissed an Asian girl yet. She tasted like a bouquet of expensive flowers, a mermaid's sweet kiss in an ocean of salt water. Her arms were now fully around me, as we moved as one on the slow music, my own hands on her silk covered hips. I saw Sadie look at us, and when she caught my eye, she winked approvingly.

It took an hour or so, as Chi took full control over our movements. She whispered sweet words in my ears, as my heart opened to her. I forgot about Sadie, I forgot about Suzanne, I even forgot about James, as Chi's hypnotic body guided me across the floor.

When we finally sat down again, all taking shots, we were no longer strangers that just met, we were two couples with only one desire. Explore each other more throughout the night. And as we joked, laughed, drank, loved and danced more, we finally decided to all retire to Suzanne and Chi's place.

In a moment of clarity, Suzanne said it best. She and Chi were an unbreakable couple, deeply in love, and engaged to get married soon. But both of them had needs that could not always be returned by their partner, so they opened themselves up to others to help in these matters. She believed that they were very lucky in meeting the two of us, as we both were similarly in love, and very similar to them. And between the four of us, many missing needs were suddenly filled.

Was it that simple? As a couple, Sadie and I were complimentary to their needs? Is that why Chi and I could be so attracted to each other without feeling guilty? Both Suzanne and Sadie nodded. Chi was bi-sexual and had a mental need, not necessarily a sexual need, to join with a male mind now and then. And the vibes between the two of us were undeniable. Likewise, both Suzanne and my own Sadie had a clear need for a one hundred percent female spirit, and these few hours together had already proven satisfying to both.

“But”, I asked, “what happens when Sunday I go back to being James? Do the four of us have a future together?”

Suzanne answered. “My darling Jamie. Maybe you will go back to being a man, but I know your heart will always be female. You experienced our side and embraced it. You will have the best of both worlds!”

As Chi nodded, Sadie suddenly became very serious. “James. Jamie. The past six months were wonderful between us, but I always felt something was missing. Yesterday, when you became Jamie, you weren't just a good sport, trying to make me happy. You embraced it, and tonight I could tell you didn't even remember being a man. My heart opened up, as I didn't even realize I needed that piece of you also in my life. I know that in the future you'll be Jamie again when I need her. And I love the idea of having a similar relationship as our new friends have. I am ready to take the next step, spend the rest of our lives together. What about you? Will you marry me?”

I suddenly understood. Something had indeed been missing between us, although it had seemed we did everything right together. And yes, I had taken this project on to score a few points with Sadie, points I hoped that were needed to take that next step together. And I had seen the excitement in her face, as she transformed me, dressed me, and made me more beautiful, as we had sex together. And I loved seeing her so happy.

I looked at Chi, who smiled approvingly, I looked at Suzanne, who gave a tiny nod, then I looked at Sadie, and saw the love for me in her eyes. And it was exactly what I wanted. I could feel tears forming in my eyes, and my voice broke when I answered, so I took her in my arms, and I whispered in her ear, “Yes. Yes, I love you too. And yes, I will marry you. And I will make you happy.”

Everyone started cheering and yelling as we embraced each other harder. An enormous weight dropped from my shoulders as it had seemed we couldn't move further together, and just like that we had just set our future. My tears running freely from my eyes now, I could feel hers drop under my dress. And as I pulled back, I softly wiped them from her face, as she did to mine.

“Oh my god!” It was Chi, and she suddenly had a shocked look on her face. She held up her hand, before anyone could ask what was going on. And as she suddenly disappeared in the next room, we all stood still, knowing not to move. And as she came back, she had a beautiful box in her hand, clearly antique Chinese.

And she explained. “When Suzanne asked me to be her wife, to give her my heart, I knew my grandmother had prepared me for that moment many years ago, shortly before she passed away. She gave me this box, telling me not to open it, until I had found my true love. It contained these rings.” And she showed her left hand with a beautiful ring, with a red ruby in the shape of a heart, set on a delicate gold band. And Suzanne held up her hand as well, showing the perfect copy.

“We've never been able to take them off, since I put one on her finger, and she the other on mine, and believe me, they were a perfect fit. Not that we wanted to take them ever off, as we consider these our engagement rings. But there was something we never understood. This…” And Chi opened the beautiful box, and inside were two more rings, exact copies of the other two.

“Why did my grandmother give me a box with four rings? Did she expect me to have three lovers?” And suddenly I understood. I couldn't take my eyes away from the left ring, and as Chi held the box toward Sadie, she took that exact ring, then held it out to me. I pushed my left hand out to her, and she fit the ring on my finger. A perfect fit. And as I took the other ring from the box, it fit perfectly on Sadie's finger, like it was made for her.

Now both Chi and Suzanne were crying as well. “You two are our missing lovers”, Chi cried. And I knew it to be true, as I embraced her, while Sadie embraced Suzanne. I could feel the air hum between our skin, and I could feel Chi's relief for finally having solved this mystery.

I didn't try to take the ring off, but it felt as solid on me, as if it had been glued onto me, like my breasts. I knew we were two couples but we would be four lovers. And that's exactly what happened next. They had a giant bed, much too big for just the two of them. But perfect for four lovers. Suzanne had bought it at a whim, weeks before she had met Chi and fallen in love.

I'm an engineer, so I tend to want to explain how things work. Nothing could explain this however, unless you accept the concept of magic, or maybe a friendly spirit. As I touched the box that Chi had closed by now, I could feel an energy, and a thought crossed my mind. “Don't worry. Just accept the gift.” And that's what I did. What we all did.