All the other girls giggled at the sound of Jaime’s new thick French accent. Jim, unaware that the laughter was due to the accent, assumed they were just laughing about his costume. To him, the words still flowed out of his mouth in perfect English.
“You are really getting into the act, huh?”, Michelle said as she rubbed some lotion on her massive belly.
Jim half-heartedly smiled and nodded. Stepping over to the sinks, he adjusted the outfit a little more, noticing how much of his generous cleavage the dress revealed and how much of his legs were exposed. He started to run a brush through his long blonde hair before Michelle came over, wearing only a bra and panties, and began to use a curling iron to style his hair.
“Let’s give you some French curls, shall we?”, Michelle said as she worked. “I know just how to do your hair up for this outfit.”
“Zhank you”, Jim replied. He enjoyed the feeling of Michelle’s warm flesh pressing against his and couldn’t help but sneak glances in the mirror at Michelle’s body as she worked. After several minutes, she stepped aside and Jim could see that she had curled the tips of his locks. He felt some of them with the tips of his fingers and smiled at Michelle.
“I zthink that zis vill vork out good.”
Jim could see that the other girls had started changing into their outfits as well. Rick was now fully encased in shiny black leather and he took a few experimental snaps of his whip. It looked like Sara was going as a pregnant cowgirl, complete with two six-shooters, a cowboy hat, Daisy Duke shorts, and boots. Kelly, the fourth girl on the team, was dressed as an angel with a halo on her head and wings strapped to her back. Michelle was going as a nun and she stood beside Jim as she arranged the habit on her head and slid the black robe over her rounded belly. Jim had never seen an octuplet mother as a nun and thought the Pope might pass out from shock could he see Michelle right now.
After several more minutes of primping and preening in front of the mirror, the ladies were ready to go. Rick had at least been kind enough to conjure up a coat for Jim, which he buttoned up over the curve of his belly. The other girls put on their outerware and clutching their sport bags and purses, headed out. The swimming area had emptied of spectators and participants and the place was silent except for the echo of their footfalls on the floor. Jim reflected that just a few hours before, he had entered this hall as just a man transformed recently into a woman. Now he was leaving as a man transformed into a pregnant French maid.
It isn’t too bad being stuck in this body, but I have to get that wand back from Rick.
Outside, the day had darkened towards dusk and a slight chill had sprung up. To keep up the appearance of their relationship, Rick walked near Jim and slid his hand into his. It gave Jim a little start, but it wasn’t hard to pretend that Rick was a beautiful girl holding his hand because that is what his mind and body told him.
On the wall to the school gym where the dance/party was being held, the five girls chatted amongst themselves about the upcoming dance, tomorrow’s regionals, and life in general as expectant mothers. Jim continued to talk unaware in his thick French accent, which all the girls thought was a perfect complement to his outfit. As they got closer to the gym, the sound of music and laughter could be heard. Lights streamed out into the now night from the gym’s open doors. Once inside, the girls checked their coats and bags and then stood in a small group off to one side.
The dance floor was already full of students and athletes dancing to the beat. There was a mixture of both girls and boys so Jim assumed that Rick hadn’t made all the girls at the school lesbians. Over half of the girls were pregnant. Everyone was in costumes, some wildly creative and others the typical Halloween fare. Against one wall was a table containing refreshments and appetizers.
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