A Halloween Birthday Fate

So just to start out, I fucking love Halloween. It is the day after my Birthday and the best Holiday ever. Screw Christmas. I love that on Halloween you can become someone or something else. For me it all really got exciting this year. I was not a social person, but since attending college I had somehow gotten “adopted” by this group of women that hung out at the same religious club as me. It was odd being a sophomore and still feeling like the same awkward overweight kid I had always been. Like forever, I had become everybody’s friend. Sadly, nobody wanted me as a boyfriend. The funniest part was how jealous all the other guys at the place were because the women that I hung out with were beyond beautiful. Maybe I should back up a bit, you are probably wondering about somethings, Yes? So I am attending a college in the Mountains of North Carolina. It is a gorgeous setting. The fall colors are in full swing right now. I am a part of what is known as a Campus Ministry Group. All you need to know is like any group, we have the hardcore Christians and the more laid back Liberal Christians along with every type in-between. I am more of the Liberal type. So that means we do have dances, but there is no alcohol and they aren’t very wild. Last year I went alone, but besides what I would call pity dances, it was nothing special.

This year was different. My group of ladies that I had somehow become a part of had decided that all four of them were going to be my dates for the dance. They were taking me out for a Birthday meal and then we would head to the dance. I was a bit taken back, two of them had boyfriends. Apparently, this had been planned and the boyfriends had been told I was the date for them that evening. It was a bit embarrassing, a bit exciting, and just something that, if I am honest did make me wonder many what ifs? Let me tell  you about the girls. So there is Mary, who rhymes names with me, Barry. She is a music major. She plans on becoming a Therapeutic Educator. That is a fancy way of saying she plans to help traumatized kids through music. It is a really cool thing about her. She has a big heart. She also has the bluest eyes you have ever seen. She lives deep in the mountain community near the college. I guess you could also call her the Mom of the group as she looks after us all. Next we have Flynn, I know, the coolest name for a girl ever, right? So, Flynn is studying pre-med. She knows she wants to be a nurse, but she wants to be specialized and plans on having the highest credentials. She is so smart and driven. We do worry about her as she can become so focused on her studies she forgets to eat and take care of herself sometimes. Some outside of the group see her as odd because she does love to talk about the dissections in some classes. Did you know they dissected cats? I didn’t either until Flynn was telling us about cutting a cat up. She is not a future serial killer, I swear, she is one of the kindest persons you will ever meet. Still, I do love seeing her creep out the guys that try and flirt by telling them all the weird stuff from her classes.

We now come to the life of the party, Gemma. She is short, loud, funny, and a bit ditzy. Also another wicked smart woman. I seem to have surrounded myself with strong smart ladies somehow. Her only weakness is not seeing herself as the wonderful woman she is, letting “boys” dictate her self-worth at times. I have to say, of all of them, I kind of have a crush on her. I have to believe also that she is the ring leader of this date they have planned. It is hard for anyone to say no to that smile and tenacity once it becomes focused on something. That leaves Tamera, or Tam Tam as Gemma calls her. We are the most alike I would say. Both awkward and never believing in our own worthiness at times. We are good students, but we struggle at times. We always feel like outsiders in social situations. Honestly, we probably have shared most of our personal secrets, hopes and fears, things like that stuff. I love these women, I really do. While not a specimen of manliness, I would lay my life on the line for them. No one had better ever try and hurt them. I mean it. I don’t really know how they see me. Sometimes it feels like I am one of the girls, that feels okay in a weird way.

So now you have the group identity. The University Homecoming always landed near my birthday. Well, this year it was smack dab on that Saturday. My birthday and all the hoopla of Homecoming. Of course our club was one of many having a dance. I was helping with the decorating that week. I was lucky enough to live in one of the apartments in the club’s building. It was three stories tall. On the top there were three apartments, a study room, and a prayer room. The second floor was where the offices were, a cozy fireplace living room that accessed a long deck, a meeting room with a small kitchenette, and an area to eat. That left the first floor or the basement floor. It has a very large meeting room, a kitchen, and a small lounge area. We were really lucky as a club. So I was always there before I lived there so it was just right I ended up residing. The decorating was so good. We were having a costume themed dance. You know Halloween was part of the theme, even though we downplayed it because, you know, “demonic” evil dancing in the minds of some. I had finished Friday helping finalize the decorating. I drove to the comics shop and picked up my books. I went to the local big box store and got some needed accessories for my “costume” I had planned. It was going to be a nice quiet night alone, like many of my nights. That was until I got a call telling me to be outside in ten minutes because Tam and Gemma were picking me up. I hurried up and cleaned up a bit before heading down and climbing in the small car Gemma owned.

I was always happy that they thought of me. Gemma loudly entered Mary and Flynn’s apartment. Flynn and Mary’s boyfriends Clint and Jared were there. I took the joking of being Gemma’s obedient pup. That was okay, because on some levels I did feel obedient to her. Jared was one to talk in terms of picking on me, the guy turned the water on in the girl’s bathroom because he was afraid we might hear him peeing. So we always knew when he was peeing. It had become an inside joke in the group. We had pizza and played games until late. Mary and Flynn said good-bye and pushed their boyfriends out of the apartment and Gemma got a manic smile on her face. She and the rest gathered around me. They told me it was after midnight so I was already on my birthday. She presented a dark box from under the table and set it in front of me. They then all start singing, loudly, Happy Birthday to me. I stare at the box as my cheeks blush in embarrassment. It is a deep black that is so shiny it reflects my face back at me. Flynn punches my shoulder telling me to open it. I shake awake from my staring and slowly open the lid. Inside is a deep purple velvet covering with contents nestled in indented slots that came into view. On top was a large stone in a sterling setting that had owls and rhinos etched around it with different runes filling the spaces between. It had different colors swirling around. Below the necklace were four stone rings of the same stone. I looked up in shock. Gemma tells me that it is my birth stone, opal. Her and Tamera had gotten it at the curio shop on main street. I was always there just looking. The old woman that ran the place was always nice to me. I seemed to always come in when she needed something moved or helped with some little thing that was kind of too much for her. I would buy rocks and crystals from her. Gemma said when she heard the gift was for me she had gotten this box telling them it would be perfect. I was still in shock as Gemma handed the rings to each of the other women around me. Flynn took the necklace and put it around my neck.

A strange jolt ran through my body and I swear I saw the rings on the girls glow in various colors. Mary smiled and said she hoped I liked it. I told them I did, which was true. I also said it was too much. It had to have cost a bunch, but Tam shook her head. They had gotten a major discount. She said my kindness had made a friend of the old woman. The shop owner mentioned that the pendant was something that really had been formed for me. I thought the phrasing was odd, but I did love the stone. It was so odd that it had two of my favorite animals in the etchings. We talked a bit and I noticed the girls were getting sleepy. I knew that Gemma and Tamera stayed over lots with the others. I told them I would just walk home, I had done it before, when they were tired. Mary looked at me, she said something about how good it would be if I could stay over, if it was not scandalous for me to do so. I felt warm all over and my world felt like it was spinning. I collapsed to the floor passing out cold. When I opened my eyes I saw four sets of worried eyes staring at me. Gemma spoke first. She asked if I was okay. Then she said something about not freaking out as Flynn and Tamera helped me sit up on the couch. I wondered how they got my overweight self up here, but I became distracted by the hair I was moving out of my face. I realized my body felt different. That was when I started noticing I was no longer a guy. Somehow I was a girl. Flynn was soon taking blood pressure and temperature and all kinds of nurse stuff. Mary had put something together. She tested her theory by mentioning she wished my body was closer to hers in shape and form. I felt my weight shift and soon I was thinner, but close to a match for her. Tam stood with her eyes wide and mouth open. Gemma thought it was cool and Flynn wanted to take some blood to test.

It was amazing that we eventually got to sleep. Mary loaned me some sleeping clothes, a pair of pink shorts and a top with cute strawberries on it. It felt normal wearing this. It also felt okay as I lay between Flynn and Tamera in Flynn’s bed. My dreams were odd that night. In the morning I heard the girls discussing me. They had decided I was not to be left alone. A plan was made and soon Tamera and Gemma had taken me to my apartment. It was changed in some ways, but remained me in others. The “Wall of Cards” was there over my word processor. It was this massive stress relief decoration where I had used sticky tact to place comic book trading cards and other smaller promo stuff in this mosaic of color. The furniture was the same, but the accessories were more in line with a female decor. My clothes were changed, now I had girl clothing. I sat feeling so odd. Tamera had decided to take the first shift of keeping me company. I gathered my shower stuff and went to the bathroom area. It seemed that now it was a different looking space. I felt like I should look in the Ladies Room. I pushed the door and it was different from the small restroom I remembered when I cleaned it as part of my living there. Now it was a copy of the Men's Restroom where I had shared with the other student that was renting an apartment. A shower and just one toilet and sink. I pushed forward and stripped. For the first time I was seeing my new body. I had a lean, but healthy look. I cupped and pushed up on the modest breasts I now had. What really was strange was seeing the gap between my legs. I had a trimmed landing strip over a clean shaven vagina. My folds were puckered. The thought occurred to me that maybe this was how Mary was as well. The shower was interesting. I did explore my new equipment, I mean come on, it was there. I can say it was fucking AMAZING! When I got to the room Tam tsked at me and soon was brushing my hair, painfully pulling my tangles. Soon she had me presentable. She had this grin that I figured was because she knew I had explored. 

It was nice having her help me with the ample supplies I had of make up and other things. We picked a cozy school hoodie I had and some jeans for me to wear before heading to the food court and a brunch with Gemma. When we got there Tam groaned. As I moved in the door from behind her I saw the reason. Joel was sitting with Gemma and she was shamelessly flirting with him. We moved and got some food and soon joined them. Joel was this major crush that Gemma had. She constantly threw herself at him. He was either clueless or loved the attention. Boy me had been alone with him and he always seemed to be probing me about Gemma. He was nice enough, but like Tam I was tired of watching him with Gemma as he never asked her out or acknowledged her in the ways she wanted. I felt he should either date her or just let her down and move on. He looked at me oddly for a minute. I wondered if somehow he knew who I had been. He called me Barrie, so that seemed to mean my name was still Barrie. Looking at my Student ID I noticed that my name was spelled differently. My middle name was different too. I guess the wants that Mary had mentioned made it okay by making me always having been a girl. Soon he left. Gemma was a bit heart broken. We soon met up with the others and headed to the Football Game. I loved watching Jared as he carried the long yellow cord that hooked to the headgear of the Defensive coach. It was funny watching him follow along trying to keep the cord coiled or uncoiled as the coach stomped around. Mary and Flynn had done some sleuthing about me. It seemed everyone but the five of us seemed to believe I had always been a woman. They also realized that they could not take the rings off. The necklace had changed as well. It was now more of a choker. It was hidden under my hoodie, but it was there around my neck. I just sat there taking in the ballgame. I noticed guys looking at me as we sat and stood. I would forget for a bit that I was anything but the girl I was with the friends I had now. Then I would feel eyes on me and I wondered if they knew. I realized it was another reason that they were staring.

We won the game, which was surprising. It was a high that made me happy. I did convince the girls I would be okay alone. Clint did insist on driving me back to my apartment. I rolled my eyes but said okay. I now knew that maybe my always insisting to walk the gals that left the club building late at night might not always be taken as a good thing. It did feel good when he let me out and some drunken frat dudes started cat-calling me, knowing he was there watching that I was safe. It felt good to get to my apartment. I flopped on the couch and sighed. Picking up the stack of comics I had bought the day before I noticed the usual, there were some that I noticed were new to my reading pile. Soon though I had curled up for a nap on my comfy worn couch. Unknown to me the roommates were having separate discussions about me as I slept. The magic that connected the rings to my opal stone apparently worked even from a distance. Later I would connect their recounting of the discussions with changes I could feel and some I was clueless about. The biggest, which is funny, was my breasts. Gemma had believed I needed bigger boobs so I could make the boys crazy. They grew to what I would find to be solid D’s. Mary wanted me to feel okay about my change into a woman. That one I couldn’t really feel, I just was alright with this transformation and it felt like I always had been. Flynn had some notions about what I should have been like as I grew up as a girl. I now was a cheerleader and a gymnast. I jogged. I did yoga. Ended up the last two were her desire to have a buddy to do those activities with her. Tamera was so good to me. She knew I had been struggling, especially with any mathematics related classes. I also messed up my Freshman year in French class. I now was super good at math and fluent in French. Gemma also wanted me to be a great dancer and felt I should be more fun loving, always ready for an adventure. The changes took hold all while I was asleep. My dreams brought memories of growing up as the fairer sex.

Waking up with larger breasts was a shock. I rolled my eyes. The phone rang and I was reminded about the time they were picking me up for date night. Mary said it was still my birthday and it should still be a special time. We all decided to wear our costumes. Suddenly I was in a panic. I had made a Zorro outfit that would be paired with a sword I had found in the storage downstairs. I rushed to the closet and all the stuff was gone. My cape, my black clothes, the hat I had bought, everything. Where they had been hanging I found a shiny yellow and green latex suit. A brown leather jacket was hanging beside it. I found boots and a wig. There was a belt too. I knew who I was dressing as and it fit as I had a heavy Southern Accent. The wig had a wide white streak within the deep brown coloring. It was some work getting in the latex. I was glad I had showered. I used the skin cream to help as I slowly slid my legs and body in the suit. It hugged my curves perfectly. I was glad it had a padded crotch as I didn’t want a camel toe showing. It also was in two parts. It could be unbuttoned and I would be able to use the bathroom. I got the suit on and looked in the mirror. I saw the bright yellow and the green that framed the sides. I connected the two halves and after some green and yellow glitter around my eyes I fixed the wig. The boots and belt looked great. The belt was loose enough to move but my hips kept it from falling down my body. Yellow gloves and the leather jacket made for a wonderful look. I had to admit I looked so awesome. When I met them at the steps I was in for a shock. Mary looked a bit shy as she was dressed in the most revealing outfit I had ever seen her in. The sparkling jumpsuit was the mutant singer I loved. I had to suppress a giggle as I looked at her make up that was fit for a stage performance. The disco ball necklace was perfect. Flynn was in a purple or was it blue themed clothing choice. It was easy to see from the wig of wild curly hair and the stuffed dragon in her arms that she was the brainy mutant I always enjoyed reading about. The one that was almost as popular as the one I was dressed as.

I had a hard time placing Gemma. She threw a Snap Bang novelty toy on the ground and the pop had me thinking hard. The outfit looked like a teenage girl trying to look grown up. Spikey hair framed her face which had heavy eye shadow. She blew a big bubble that popped loudly and it dawned on me. She would be a Booming success at any comic convention. Tamera was the surprise. Her hair was white with some kind of coloring. White lipstick and a sleek pant suit that was more of a figure hugging kind. I smiled. At least she was spared the lingerie style of this character. She looked uncomfortable. Flynn told me how the costumes were in the places their original clothes had been. We all realized they had changed to match my suit and look. It was stunning in so many ways. I felt a bit guilty that they had to experience this, but part of me was glad as they shared my plight at this moment. We turned heads as we headed to one of the restaurants on Main Street. Gemma had made reservations so we were able to be seated quickly. I again felt the eyes of so many people on me. Soon though, we had ordered and we were laughing and acting like the group of hot crazy gals we were. I had a blast. It was awesome. I took Gemma and Tamera’s hand nodding for Mary and Flynn to do the same. We all were holding hands as I thanked them and just told them how much the night and each of them meant to me. I was crying, which caused them to cry as well. We drew such looks, I tell ya, but we were all just happy. I was happy. Thankfully, Mary tried a desire for my make up to be fixed, and them to match me. We once again looked fabulous. As we left I pulled Mary to the side and whispered that it would be pretty cool if I had the super powers of my character. She laughed and was glad I had not told Gemma. We agreed she would have done that and it might have caused us all to be super powered.

The dance had already started when we got there. I still laugh at what they had to call them just a few years ago, “Foot Fellowship,” isn’t that just something? Having to call it that because some people believed dancing was evil and devil stuff. Clint and Jared rushed to see their girlfriends. I have to say that Jared was really pleased with Mary’s attire. The two of them had on suits. I asked about who they were supposed to be. Boyfriend 1 and Boyfriend 2 was the reply. I just rolled my eyes. Gemma was already pulling me on the dance floor. She threw Snap Pop’s as we went. The song changed as we made it onto the dance floor. The Jump Jump song played. You know the one right? It must be a law that every working DJ must play that song at High School and College dances. I realized that jumping was drawing attention to my bouncing chest. Just so you know, latex is really hot. After a few songs, Tamera came and rescued me. Gemma stuck her tongue out at us as we left to get some refreshments. I enjoyed just sitting a bit. I was a draw of so many of the people there. Every fan boy came over. Many kept saying they wish I was dressed as the Savage Land version. After the umptenth mention of it Flynn who had been sitting with me looked over and mentioned after hearing so many tell me, it had her curious what I would look like as the Savage Land Version. Before I could tell her not to imagine that, I felt my sweaty body begin to cool. I was now barefoot, wearing a very torn outfit, that was just barely covering my bits. My hair was tied up with stray pieces of cloth, as the latex had changed to a more normal fabric. Flynn laughed and Gemma had just walked up as my clothing finished changing. She looked a bit confused more than looking shocked. The entire group was at the table and Mary punched Jared as he just stared at my rack. Only the gals seemed to notice my attire changed. I tried crossing my arms over my boobs, but it only made them even more attention grabbing. It was an interesting rest of the night. I kept mentioning different outfits I knew my character had worn, but the gals were not taking the bait. Gemma never took her eyes off me the rest of the night. It was a memorable birthday. We all walked upstairs to the main floor. Good-byes said, hugs given, although Gemma seemed to linger as she hugged me. Mary grabbed Jared by the ear before he could hug me and smiled as she winked a blue eye at me. I was glad to get upstairs. I changed into a long night shirt and panties. I saw the answering machine had some messages. A cousin had called, sang Happy Birthday and my Mama called. It was good to know she still loved me. It didn’t take long to get to sleep.

Sunday started with a rude alarm clock waking me. After a few snooze hits I finally got up. I looked at my dresses that hung in the closet. I found a demure and respectful navy blue dress. I struggled just a bit getting my stockings on and clipped. I had a nice navy lingerie set on and felt really feminine. I for some reason sprayed some perfume on me before grabbing my keys and Bible so I could head to Sunday School. My Tempo was at least still the same little red hornet of a car and soon it carried me to church. This was a brand new experience. Doors were held for me. I was told how pretty I looked by so many of the older gentlemen. I was happy when the sermon ended. I was ready to go and just relax a bit before helping clean up from the dance. I realized I had some really cute outfits. I put on a cute pair of overalls and a bright green tee shirt. After lunch I helped clean up and then decided I should try and find out about the curse or whatever it was affecting me. I drove to the old woman’s shop. I found a note addressed to me. It contained directions to her house further up the mountain. I was scared my poor car would get stuck during the last part of the drive, I did arrive. Before me was a large house. It was old, but it looked really cool. It had a wrap-around porch and a cylindrical area that ran up the two stories and must have had a room at the top. I paused as I got to the steps. The door slowly swung open as if inviting me to come in.

Shaking my head I moved up the steps onto the porch. I was slow to move forward into the dimly lit entryway. As I walked, candles along the hall would light in sequence so I followed. Soon I was deep in the house. My walk ended in a room where a beautiful woman sat. She looked familiar. I looked hard at her face and saw it flicker to that of the old woman that ran the curio shop. Then it was back to the young woman with fiery red hair that rolled in curls down to her shoulders. She wore a figure flattering green dress. She motioned for me to sit. I was blinking in shock and she handed me a cup of tea. Each sip seemed to calm me. Her name was Fagan and she apparently was way older than she looked. No, I know what you are thinking, she was not a witch. She was of a magical race that was very long lived. Not many of them were still around. She wanted to pass on her vast knowledge and had chosen me. I was flattered and I was amazed. It had to be a girl that was her apprentice. Only women could master the ancient magic. It had something to do with the flow of energies and auras. I would learn all about it if I said yes. Fagan explained that she had been scanning magically people that came to the shop. I was a frequent visitor. The rocks and crystals that I purchased spoke to her in ways I never knew. When Gemma came in she saw an opportunity to test my magical fate and destiny. She had no idea that I would be turned into a woman. She didn’t guide the magic, that was all due to my girlfriends. It pleased her that I ended up still the kind person I was as a guy. She had felt I had a female soul, but I turned out more than what she could ever have hoped for in a possible apprentice.

As we talked it was explained that soon the magic would settle. As the sun set on November 2nd, I would become locked in my girl form as long as the choker was still around my neck. All I had to do would be to take it off before then and I would turn back into the boy body I had lived in my entire life. Should I stay a woman, the choker would turn back into a necklace with the Opal Pendant. The rings would lose the ability to change me, except for temporary changes on All Hallow’s Eve if a true love still existed in a strong way. Womanhood would become my reality, everyone except for the four girlfriends would only ever have known me as Barry. I will then show up on the next Monday to begin my new job at the curio shop. We discussed questions I had about magic, Fagan told me what it would mean to be her apprentice. One thing I did ask was if she could magic my cosplay outfit back to its original form? She did a bit of hand twirling and said it was fixed. I left with so much to ponder. I drove back to the campus, parking in the lot the club maintained. The crisp Fall air blew in a strong breeze that was just enough to keep many indoors. I zipped my hoodie up and walked onto the campus proper. I spent a bit of time walking before heading to the Food Court. I got a few rolls and a hot chocolate and walked to one of the campus ponds. I sat at the edge on a bench and threw pieces of bread out on the water. The “On Campus” ducks, a joke one of my friends had come up with, were eating. It was calming. I sipped my hot chocolate and thought about what to do.

I felt someone sit beside me. I looked over and saw Gemma had been the person to invade my personal space. She said she felt a need to be with me. It was just a feeling that I needed a friend. She was smart to have found me. Only a few people knew this was my spot on campus that  I spent time at when I needed to be in my head. I told her everything. She listened quietly. Asked me what I wanted. I told her I wasn’t sure. I mean I was excited that magic was real and that I could learn to use it. I told her how I had felt happy the past couple of days. Being completely one of the girls was just awesome. She took my hand and laid her head on my shoulder and I leaned so my head touched hers. We sat and we talked for a long time. Soon we walked back to my apartment. We held hands as we walked. She called Tamera to tell her where she was and we spent more time just talking. I ended up laying on the couch with my head in her lap as we watched a silly rom-com. She gently stroked her fingers through my hair. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me and I laughed. She was a bit miffed that I said she had never been so still. We laughed and then she leaned down and kissed me. I looked at her. We didn’t speak. Just sat there for a moment until she kissed me again. We ended up cuddling in my bed after putting on sleeping clothes. She wore a large sweatshirt I had because we were not as compatible as I was with Mary. Still, we ended up asleep in my bed. It was a nice feeling, but I was also worried about what this meant.

The next day, classes were a chore. I endured watching the clock, knowing that with each tick I was moving closer to my destiny. I ate supper with the girls. Gemma had told them about the decision I had to make. When we had finished they all pulled me into a group hug and told me they were there for me whoever I chose to be. Gemma walked me to my car. She looked into my eyes and she looked like she was about to cry. I leaned down and kissed her. She left, heading to Mary and Flynn’s apartment where I would join them after sunset. I drove to the Parkway and stopped at my favorite spot along the scenic drive. It was a Thunder Hill, the wind always came over the area and roared in your ears as a constant sound of thunder. I watched as the sky began to darken. My fingers were on the stone, I made my decision. The sun disappeared and from then on I would be me. I sat for a bit, until the stars began to twinkle into view. Driving back I was calm. I knew my girls had my back no matter what. I stood outside of the door, then knocked. The door was immediately opened and I was grabbed and pulled inside. Gemma hugged me. They all came over and we hugged, and we cried, as they accepted Barrie officially into the sisterhood. My life was an open journey and I was ready to go.