A Halloween to Remember

A departure from the usual. Read the tags and heed the warnings. Don't get mad at me when a story is about what the tags say it's about. I do not care about the stupid, anonymous criticisms. If you hate a character, maybe you were supposed to. If a character acts a certain way, maybe they were supposed to. It's MY story, not yours. I decide how it goes, not you. That said, if it sucks, then it sucks. Can't all be winners. Don't get your panties in a bunch over a story.

So, let me know if I should continue or not. I have not written any more yet, but I have ideas. Hope you enjoy. If not, then don't read my work. Nobody forced you to.

A Halloween to remember...

We had more or less been pushed together by our parents. There aren't many Filipinos in this area of the country, and even fewer single ones. Nevertheless, Amanda and I kept going out, despite not really getting together on our own.

It's a strange relationship. Sometimes I get the distinct feeling she doesn't actually like me that much. I think she would rather date a tall American. I catch her looking sometimes. I'm only 2 or 3 inches taller than her, and maybe 10kg heavier at the most. Yes, I'm very skinny.

But every once in a while she will be sweet and I feel better about our relationship. Both our families are pleased with it, so we stay together. Things just keep rolling along. We moved in together about 7 months ago.

Amanda works as an accountant in a small office. 11 people total. Although a guy is the manager, having 9 out of the 11 employees as female, the women basically rule the place.

They were all good friends and every major holiday they planned some activity as a group for their office. Their Christmas party was quite fun. Amanda dressed up like an elf and did a great job organizing it. It doesn't hurt that she look both cute and sexy in her elf costume.

Recently, I heard Amanda talking on the phone with one of her friends about organizing the Halloween party. They both really like this holiday and wanted to throw a good party. Most every in the office is married or otherwise in a relationship, so they were discussing having everyone wear couples costumes.

I'm a fun guy, so I'd have no problem with that. So when Amanda brought it up to discuss, I wasn't surprised, and was ready to get into it. I had a few ideas, but nothing really special.

"Alex, how would you describe my appearance? What would you say is the typical Amanda work outfit." She asked.

"You usually wear a shirt and a skirt." I replied.

"Be more specific. Very detailed." She wanted more.

"Well, you wear a dress shirt, usually unbuttoned down to here (mid chest) with a sleeveless tee shirt or one of those blouse things under it." I described.

"A cami." She corrected me.

"And you wear skirts. I don't know. Business length? A few inches above your knees. Not too short." I finished. I was curious why she was asking me this, but she didn't give me a chance to ask.

"What about the rest?" she was determined to get it out of me. "How do I wear my hair? My makeup? What socks and shoes?"

"I don't think you wear a lot of makeup. Maybe some on your eyes. Oh, and definitely the red lipstick. You always have your lipstick on. You usually put your hair in a ponytail. You always wear heels and you don't wear socks. Pantyhose I think." I hoped it would satisfy her.

"Correct!" she smiled. "That is exactly what everyone would expect me to wear."

"Why does that matter? Why are you asking me this?" I finally got my question.

"Because I have the funniest idea for our costume for the Halloween party." She gleefully said. "We will both go as me. Can you imagine two Amanda's dancing together? Sitting together? That will be so hilarious!"

"OK, who would be the other 'you'?" I asked.

"You will, of course." She said, like it should have been obvious.

"That would mean I'd have to dress like you. Like a girl." I still didn't understand, but now I knew why she asked about the clothes.

"So?" she replied. "I'm your girlfriend. You wouldn't do it to make me happy? It's a costume, not a coming out party. Everyone will find it hilarious. Besides, you are the only one around here that looks similar to me. My clothes probably fit you too. Nobody else can do it."

To avoid an even longer, more boring description of our "discussion" I'll just cut to the end. I lost. She won. My only option was to break up with her, but she's pretty hot, to be honest. I'm not going to do better than her. Plus both our families would string me up, so I gave in. Breaking up was never a real option. Just stating that I basically had no choice.

I'm also not going to bore you making you listen to the description of me putting on her clothes either. Yes, it's embarrassing, but it's just clothes. A skirt is just a skirt. Not life changing. No, I didn't like it, but I'm not so weak to be unable to withstand some teasing.

What I will tell you is we argued over 3 points. First, Amanda insisted I shave my legs. I didn't like it, but I saw her point that she does not have hairy legs so it would look weird if her "twin" did. It would grow back I guess.

Second, we argued over underwear. I figured I'd have to wear one of her bras, but I didn't understand why she insisted on making me wear her panty, and a t-back panty at that (Thong). She said my boxers would bunch up and look weird under her skirt. I realized how tight her clothes are when I put them on. At least nobody would see me in her panty. Not worth arguing over.

The last problem was her insistence at us wearing pantyhose for the costume. It just seemed unnecessary and extra humiliating, but she insisted. She wears them to look "professional". Not my proudest moment but I wore pantyhose. The things we do for love.

We looked very similar with me in the wig and wearing her makeup. Good enough for the joke of "2 Amanda's".

It took me a few minutes to get accustomed to walking in her heels, but I got it and we left for the party. At least it was dark and nobody spotted me on the way.

We got to the host house and indeed, her office mates roared in laughter at our costume. The teased that they couldn't tell us apart. Amanda gave me the "I told you so" look.

The other husbands / boyfriends laughed too, but I think it was more at me, not at our funny costumes. Fuck it. I don't care what they think. They weren't exactly the epitome of masculinity in their costumes either.

So we enjoyed the party. A little bit of everything. It's mostly for the women in Amanda's office, but the guys had to keep their women happy so we played along.

It was about 2 am when everyone started to leave. Amanda told me that she would help the host clean up, and I should just relax on the couch.

About 10 minutes later, Amanda came in to check on me and handed me another beer. With nothing else to do, I drank the beer. I barely finished it when I started getting very sleepy and dizzy.

Something was wrong. I called for Amanda but I fell in the floor when I tried to get up. Amanda came in and stood over me.

"It worked fast." She told her friend. "Help me get him in the car."

My last thought was she had drugged me. I feared she was going to do something embarrassing to me like drop me off at my parents house in the costume or take photos and post them on my Facebook page.

I moaned from the pounding in my head. I heard stomping coming towards me. I cracked my eyes open but the sun blinded me.

"Alex, are you awake?" Amanda asked me.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, but it did nothing to quiet the headache. Even Amanda's question sounded like shouting.

I was at home. What the hell had she done to me?

"Welcome back Alex." She smiled at me wickedly. "As you may or may not know, I didn't particularly find you that attractive before. Let's be honest, you were kind of wimpy for a guy, but my family basically forced me to date you, so I had no choice. However, I've taken care of that now."

"What did you do?" I was confused. "Did we break up?"

"No, not at all. I just fixed you." She smiled again. It sent a shiver down my spine. I felt like she gave me a "joker" smile.

I was still dressed up in the costume. I grabbed the wig to pull it off.

"Owww!" I barked. "That hurt! Did you glue the wig to my head? What the fuck Amanda?"

"No babe. I told you. I fixed you." She laughed.

I had no idea what the hell was going on. I just looked at her.

"OK, OK. I won't torture you anymore." She put her hands on her hips. "The whole costume idea was a trial. I needed to see what you looked like as me. I needed to see if it turned me on, or I found it weird."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Why am I still in your clothes?" I barked again. My head was spinning from her riddles.

"Very simple Alex." She leaned in to me. "They are our clothes now. I've turned you into my twin. Into me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I was getting pissed.

"Your hair. Your boobs, Your looks are all real now. I turned you into my twin." She laughed, enjoying my suffering.

I grabbed my hair again. It certainly felt attached. Then I grabbed the fake boobs I was wearing for the costume. They weren't fake. I've touched Amanda's breasts before, and the felt EXACTLY the same as her's.

"FUCKING HELL! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" I was now shouting. Then it hit me. My hands flew to my crotch. Nothing. I pulled up the skirt and put my hand in the panty. No dick. I has a pussy.

"Not just any vagina." Amanda laughed. "A copy of MY vagina."

I don't know how you would react. Scream? Cry? I just sat there, gob smacked. Utterly speechless.

"How the fuck did you do this?" I was surprisingly calm asking.

"Nope. I'm not telling." She laughed. "You aren't going to undo my handiwork. I like you soooooo much better this way."

"But, but, but...." I couldn't even formulate a complete sentence. Instead, I jumped up off the bad and ran to the bathroom mirror. Amanda was looking back at me. I had her face.

"How did you give me your body?" I was flabbergasted.

"Not just my body." She laughed. "You are an exact copy in every way. Except your memory, of course. You have my voice, my body, my preferences and my instincts."

"What does that mean?" I was confused.

"Go try some of my pistachios. " she offered.

"No way." I replied. "I hate pistachios."

"Not anymore." She smiled and snickered.

I tried one. Splitting it open with my long nails. It was delicious.

"So now I...." I started to ask.

"You like everything I do." She was laughing. "A side effect of the process."

She watched my eyes as my mind flew a thousand miles an hour. This meant I liked to dress like her. I like to dance like her. I liked to read like her. Then a horrible thought flashed across my mind.

"Yup. You are bisexual now." Amanda laughed. "Don't worry, we can have fun together. Maybe we can get a boyfriend together. Or two."

"What?" I didn't believe my own ears.

"You got all my preferences, as proven by the pistachio." She was enjoying this too much. "I am bisexual, so you are too. You are my girlfriend now, but you are also attracted to guys. I figured we could explore that together."

I sat down, falling a little hard on my butt as I underestimated how slippery the hose are on the wooden floor. I just got stuck in a mental loop. I was unable to wrap my head around what she just told me. I mean, could you process all that?

Amanda sat down beside me and put her arm around my shoulder.

"I didn't ask you because you would say no." she got serious. "But I truly believe you will be happier this way. I know it's kind of weird, but I'm happier this way. I just had to make sure it wouldn't bother me that we are exactly alike. I love how it worked out."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think or feel. I honestly became scared what I would do if I had to be around her.

"Get out." I said, barely above a whisper. My hands shaking in anger.

"OK. I thought you might want to take my body for a test drive, but it can wait." She got up. "I'll go to Leigh's house. Text me. I love you Alex. More than ever."

How could she say such a thing? How could she do such a thing? Really, how was this even possible?

My head was killing me. I had a million questions and a billion thoughts to sort through. Instead, I took 2 aspirin and laid back down. Maybe it was all a bad dream. A Halloween nightmare.