It was not like we all jumped on each other and had some kind of orgy. But it was a continuation of what had started earlier on the dance floor. Once more Chi took control of me, and as I was naked on my back, she kissed me hard, as her hands worked across my body. That gave some pleasure, but I couldn't feel her touch on my breasts, although her teasing on my belly did trickle through my artificial skin. And even her fingers deep in my pussy gave me more feelings than before, and she took my moan as an indication to continue. 

She pulled a vibrator from a drawer and fed it inside me, the full six inches I could handle, before she turned it on. This could not be ignored, as wherever my manhood or my scrotum was under there, it started reacting. Not like I could get hard down there, but I could feel it swell up, stimulated by the new sensation. I pushed my hips up, trying to get as much contact as possible, as she put on a latex glove and pushed a finger in my anal opening. For a second I considered trying to stop it, but again the same thought hit me, “accept the gift”.

And as I gave myself completely over, a feeling started inside my body, that wouldn't stop anymore. I think she switched back and forth with the vibrator, or maybe she got a second one involved. But at some point that feeling, that you normally associate with an orgasm, increased as the vibration touched a special spot inside me, and I could not stop my body reacting. I think I screamed as everything went on fire. My hips went up in the air, as my legs pushed down on the mattress. And my hands grabbed the back of her head, pulling her against my belly.

I couldn't stop the high, not that I wanted to, but at some point I felt exhaustion overcome me. And as my moaning turned into a cry, Chi must have turned off the vibration. And I slumped down on the bed, her smiling face hovering over me, as she gave me tiny kisses on my face.

I suddenly became aware of Sadie and Suzanne also looking at me, with wonder at their faces. But then they concentrated back on each other. I wanted to return the favor back to Chi, but I still couldn't move my body. She turned around over my body however, and suddenly her wet pussy was over my face. Soaking wet I should say. My tongue had enough energy to push the tip in, and her body froze in place, pushing down on my tongue. With nowhere to go my tongue went in deep, and I started moving it inside her.

Her fluids tasted as exquisite as her mouth had before, and eagerly I started drinking her, pulling a vacuum inside her. Every piece of her body in that area started swelling up, clamping down on my tongue. But, with nothing else working for me, all my power concentrated in that one extremity, and a battle started. I flicked in and out, left and right, as she tried to stop my movements. Her body betrayed her though, as it produced more fluids that lubricated her insides.

And with more, slippery, room to work with, I pushed forward, and hit the back of her clitoris. And her body reacted just as mine earlier. She came hard and pushed back into the place of onslaught. And thus, with just my tongue, I could keep her high going. But the moment I heard her moan change, I pulled out, leaving her panting, her full weight on top of me.

As she finally recovered enough, she turned around and pulled me on my side as she spooned me. With her arm around me I felt so comfortable that sleep overtook me.

I woke up to the sound of more sex going on, not that I was involved. I kept my eyes closed and recognized Chi's moaning mixed with Suzanne's urging to go harder. Apparently that happened and in seconds both cried out while cumming. Satisfied about the outcome I fell asleep once more.

This time I woke up in an empty bed. The smell of coffee and bacon reached my nose, as I had to run to the bathroom to pee. Without thinking I sat down and let my muscles go. It was more than just pee that came out, as my body's delayed reaction to the penetration from last night cleaned my insides out. I cleaned everything well, wondering when we could do it again.

Breakfast was wonderful with my new “family”. Not just for the taste, but Chi got a text from a friend, who played in our city's NBA team. We had four tickets for that night's game, just a few rows behind the home team's bench. I've been to a good amount of games, but never been that close to the court. Only if her friend had been a starter, would our seats have been better.

So, we spent a lazy Saturday getting to know each other better, and that included shopping for an outfit to wear during the game. My three lovers all went with fashionable jeans or leggings, but I had promised myself that as long as I was a woman, I would wear a skirt or dress. I settled on a flirty jeans skirt and a leather bra top, which left my midriff bare. It was fun to notice that you couldn't tell that the latex corset wasn't my real skin, as even my bellybutton was visible. My lovers insisted I got a piercing right there, and I left with a shiny diamond nestled inside that button.

After a still lazy dinner we had to get ourselves to the arena, and as my friends all had sneakers on, and a team jersey, I stood out in my heels, skirt and leather top. And I got an approving stare from Chi's Chinese friend, who came by to say hi. He invited us to an after party at his home, and as he held my hand, he almost begged me to come later.

The game was a blast, I guess winning always is. But I cursed myself for not having set the game to record, because apparently I was in some closeups on TV. Both Suzanne and I got text messages from colleagues who had seen us on live TV. I clearly had made an impression in the office, being Jamie for only two days.

It was just me and Chi going to the after party, as Sadie and Suzanne had other plans. But before they left, Sadie whispered in my ear to enjoy my last night as a woman and be open to all opportunities to experience womanhood even better.

Chi and I had to wait, until the players were all showered and whatever it is they do after a match. But eventually we shared a limousine with Chi's friend and one of his team mates. As they didn't have another game for three days, champagne and alcohol was allowed, so by the time we reached his mansion we were all tipsy.

There were probably a dozen people waiting for us already, and Chi greeted one Chinese woman particularly. They chatted in Chinese, and were kissing and touching openly. An Asian man, more my size, told me she was the NBA player's sister, and she and Chi had been heavily involved before she met Suzanne. 

He himself, and he said his name was Lee, was a translator, as not everybody spoke enough English. He guided me around, showed me where all the food and drinks were, and he seemed genuinely interested in me. We danced a bit on the patio, where a DJ was playing music. He kept feeding me a slew of unfamiliar Asian drinks, as I became more and more open to his advances. And when he asked me if I was okay to go to bed with him in one of the guest rooms, I nodded my head, and had to lean on him, as he guided me upstairs. I did notice him popping a blue pill.

He was insatiable, so in my daze I figured the pill had given him some extra power down there. Technically I lost my virginity with him, as his five inches filled me up, rather than a toy or fingers like the nights before. And it was much more sensitive inside me, because when he shot his seed in my pussy, I came with him. Likewise I lost my anal virginity, as he took me from behind, as I sat on all fours. And again, my body came with him. And we went three for three, as he fucked my mouth, and I gave my first blow job.

As my daze lifted from this new taste in my mouth, I realized that this must have been what Sadie had meant. I was a woman now, with cum in all three of my holes. I guess I qualified as a slut. After his third orgasm, Lee was clearly spent, although looking at the clock it seemed to have only taken twenty minutes, and he passed out on the bed. I got my shoes back on, and left the room.

Behind one of the other doors I heard a soft voice that I recognized as Chi’s. When I softly opened the door, she just said “Come”, and I took all my clothes off and slid beside her under the sheets, sandwiching her between me and the sister on her other side. I was gone in thirty seconds.

Waking up with a headache I felt someone between my legs, their tongue in my pussy, and I could clearly feel them eating me out. My mind wasn't into it, but my body shuddered. When the tongue pulled out I heard the sister's voice, in normal English say, “She slept with Lee.” And I heard Chi reply, “Then he probably took her ass or mouth as well.”

“Both” came from my mouth, before I could bite my tongue. And the two women laughed, causing my head to hurt even more. They talked in soft Chinese for a few seconds, and a minute later the sister told me to open my mouth. As I obeyed, she made me drink from a glass, and although it tasted like crap, the pain in my head stopped right away, and I could finally open my eyes.

I spent a generous amount of time on the toilet, then in the shower, and then brushing my teeth multiple times with a borrowed brush. I found the other two in the kitchen, where Chi was wolfing away a Chinese breakfast, as I nibbled on a piece of toast, but with a large cup of coffee. They were changing the clock on the stove, back to winter-time, and I wondered if my session with Lee had actually taken more than an hour.

The sister, Yen, with a Y, then took us home in her beemer, and she kissed us both goodbye. “See you next time”, she said. And then she was gone.

Sadie and Suzanne were in an extremely good mood, which only got better, as I told of my experiences with Lee. And I only felt marginally better when Suzanne said the same happened to her, the first time Chi took her there. I just wondered how come I had so easily come myself, in three different positions. And Suzanne explained that apart from my heart, my mind had gone female as well.

Later that day I wondered how true that was, as Sadie and I, back home in my own place, were preparing to bring James back again. Procrastination was the word clearly, as we found all kinds of little things to do, before we finally forced ourselves to deal with the problem at hand. 

It became a compromise, as I suggested to only remove the visibly female artifacts, like breasts and my wig. And maybe the nails on my fingers. But I wanted to keep the nails on my toes, and my corset and pussy. At least for now.

So, Sadie got the dissolvent, and the instructions, and she found the spot on the side of my breast, where the artificial skin touched the real skin. The trick was to apply the fluid generously, until the first piece would come off, and then apply it between the two skins, as we slowly peeled it away.

But, the first piece never came loose and we wondered what we did wrong. Google would tell us the solution, we figured, but it came up with a breaking news story. One person died, right here in our city, after trying to remove his glued-on breasts that had been part of his Halloween costume. Apparently the wrong glue had been provided, a still experimental surgical glue. It was designed to bind two skin surfaces together, at molecular level, but the experimental glue would then remove the imperfect molecules, making any visible and even invisible “scar” disappear. Afterwards you couldn't even tell old or new skin apart.

And this glue had been given to about one hundred customers, in the shop where Sadie had gotten all my stuff. About half of them had used the dissolvent to remove the artificial “body parts” within twenty-four hours, just before the molecular bonding started taking place. The rest had detected by now that the stuff would not come off anymore, although some people (us) had not come forward yet. 

The man who had tried to cut off his fake breasts, in essence ripped off his replacement skin, where his own skin was gone already, and the area where he was bleeding was too big to control. He had died before he reached the hospital. They called up everybody to do nothing stupid until they had worked out a solution.

A separate article showed a statement from an insurance company, stating they would not pay for any surgery that took place as a result of this error. People, already scheduled for an emergency procedure, saw their appointment being canceled. And two ongoing procedures were stopped before they got too far.

Based on the sales numbers they estimated about twenty-five cases with artificial breasts, about fifteen with a corset, and six with an artificial vagina. I had all of them. Thank God I didn't glue horns to my head, five cases, or a catsuit onto my body, two cases. Then there was one case of a snake costume, but the lady could still walk in very small steps. Unlike the girl who had bought a full body covering mermaid suit, to look like the star of the new Ariel movie, spending the whole of Halloween and the day after in a pool, and who was now moved to an aquarium, so they could keep an eye on her.

Nothing was mentioned about wigs being glued on, but Sadie had bought mine, as well as my nails at a specialty shop. And the extra straps of skin to shape my hips were not considered an immediate problem for the twelve cases that had bought them.

Apparently Jamie was about to stay, until the company came with some solution. Sadie texted Suzanne with the news, and she came over with Chi for mental support. In the end the support meant another round of sex. Again, my artificial skin was more sensitive, and I could only conclude this was because my real skin was dissolving underneath. 

On Monday I took the day off, sending a link to the breaking news article to my boss. We were the first in line for the Halloween shop to open, but a sign said “Closed for the season”. And a much smaller sign told victims of the glue mistake to call a certain 800-number.

Calling that number got me officially registered as a victim, and I was directed to a doctors office to assess my situation. They refused to take responsibility for the wig or nails. But, although my breasts were the most visible problem, the artificial vagina was more urgent to get resolved. A CAD-scan and ultrasound showed that it was probably too late already. The skin around my scrotum and my penis were already so affected that they were considered a total loss. The artificial vagina was right now the only thing that kept it all together. Likewise, my corset would never come off again, nor were my hip-enhancers. The only possible option in the future was a breast reduction, but it would be more complicated than reducing real breasts.

The awkward part in this was that although we were worried about my future health, we all felt a sense of relief about me remaining Jamie. Even at my office they welcomed me back with open arms, and my improved efficiency was clearly there to stay. And with Suzanne now one of my best friends, the women's lunch group embraced me as well.

In the first week, during an emergency injunction, a judge ordered the Halloween company to instantly pay all victims a sum of five thousand dollars, which gave us a chance to update our wardrobe and deal with some medical issues. The judge made it clear that this was just a partial amount, from a much higher expected number in the future. The company paid the money indeed, then filed for bankruptcy. 

I stuck with my initial decision and only bought dresses and skirts and high heeled shoes, as I felt that was my personal style, but I did get a few pairs of tight leggings to wear while I worked out. I started a first session to permanently remove my facial hair. And I also got my name and gender officially changed, which posed no problems at all, as a registered victim.

As Sadie, my fiancee now, moved officially in with me, we were able to save some money for our wedding. Her happiness was permanently written on her face, as we settled in a routine where I was “the girl” in our relationship. Sex got better and better, as my sensitivity kept improving.

Our weekends, starting after work on Fridays, were always spent with Suzanne and Chi, at their place, if we weren't out. We were considering a shared wedding now, which only seemed fair thanks to the bond provided by all our engagement rings. Chi and I went to many more home basketball games, tickets provided by Lee, whom I always paid back afterwards in unlimited sex, until he passed out. Yen and Chi would then clean me out afterwards, and I liked the routine.

Sadie and Suzanne were a bit more sophisticated, going to museums and exhibitions. And probably having uninterrupted sex without Chi and me crowding the bed. What a lucky team we were that this was all possible without any negative thoughts.

Chi followed my routine to wear fashionable but utterly female clothes to the games. And we were often in a few TV shots during the game, and a local magazine did a special on us. Chi used this on her social media and went up in the rankings of social influencers. Young designers even started sending us clothes, and as long as they matched our criteria, we'd wear them and drop their names when reporters asked.

When our NBA player friend told us he was buying a stake in the local WNBA team, he let us in on the deal. I used twenty-five thousand from the forty-five I had received from the bankruptcy settlement with the Halloween company. Chi was making quite a bit online by now and used another twenty-five from her savings.

As minor minority owners we had free entry now to every game, right at the front court, and with female basketball on the rise we were on TV every game, as we slowly developed into a celebrity couple. Well-known fashion designers wanted us to wear their clothes now, although we always picked small designers first. 

But somehow, with our team playing much better than in the past, and Chi and I started doing fashion shows before and after the game, it was mainly young girls convincing their fathers to take them to a game, and the arena started selling out. Our stakes easily increased to ten times their value, but combining fashion and sports turned out to be a hit.

Some of the players participated in the after-show, and designers jumped on the chance to outfit these tall girls properly, although my one rule was holy by now. Skirts and dresses only.

My story was well known in the meantime, although many CIS women still did not accept me as one of them. As the local celeb I became the spokesperson however for the Halloween Glue Victims Group, as I was in a fight already with insurance companies and politicians about my own rights. And it was incredible how different the needs and problems in our group were. And the help that was provided benefitted the men in our group much more than the women, or the ones in-between, like myself. 

With thousands of teenage girls and young women following Chi and me, and even young men, who realized the same could happen to them, if they were as “unlucky” as me, we became a force to deal with. 

And the unfortunate death of one of my fellow victims was painful, but it opened many eyes on the issue. He was like me in a way, gluing an artificial pussy, oops vagina (I have to watch my words nowadays) for his Halloween costume. He had used much less of the provided glue, so his manhood was not as affected as my own. It could be saved still, but with his insurance not willing to pay, he ended up with a doctor that I can only call a butcher. After the botched surgery a hospital still tried to save him, at no cost, mind you, but it was too late. But somehow, because this happened to “a man”, more people started to understand the underlying issue. Opponents said he was a faggot though, and called it good riddance. 

Ok, enough about politics and sports, there's enough about that already on TV.

I wonder though. Soon we'll all be married, TV stations are already fighting over the broadcast rights. Will that change our lives again? Or just make it better? And the most important question… What will I be for the next Halloween?