It started as a silly trick or treat fun game for our husbands on Halloween. I am Sandra. My husband, Jeffery and I had been married for three years at that time. I don't work anymore because Jeff makes very good money. He is an inventor and has contracts all over the world with small companies that manufacture some of his simpler products. Jeff is 30. He is just 5'-6" and weighs about 135 pounds. Jeff was sort of a nerd in high school and a bit awkward around women. He did come out of it some as he got into college.
I was working for a major oil company when I first met Jeff. He was proposing to sell one of his inventions to a service company which the oil company owned. I was just twenty at the time and he was 26. It was not your usual courtship. Jeff, by then was quite skilled at public relations and over time seeing him in the office, he asked me out. We hit it off for unusual reasons. I was drawn to his honesty and mental acumen. I think he was drawn to my body. Maybe my wit and personality. I am 5'-7" tall and weigh an athletic 125. I played soccer and ran track in high school.
Since I don't work and have plenty of time on my hands, I have several close girlfriends who I pal around with. We have coffee together, sometimes lunch and go out together with our husbands from time to time. There may be as many as four couples or as few as two at a time. I must say that all these women are very attractive in their own right. Not one to compare, but I probably hold a slight edge in the looks department. Especially in swimwear. My ass is round, and my boobs are a full DD cup. I developed early and was quite popular in high school. To my high school friends, I married down. I don't think of it in that way, but everyone has their own opinion.
The girls and I were a month ahead of Halloween and we were discussing our upcoming adult costume party. I was the youngest at 24, but all were under 30. Over coffee, we planned our costumes. It was the typical stuff. Wonder Woman. Cat Woman. She-Devil. French Maid. Cop.
We were less than enthusiastic about every suggestion and wanted something unique. We tabled the discussion just about every time until we were getting closer to the party. It was a block party for adults, and we were sure that we would be outclassed if we did not come up with something memorable.
We were all young and attractive so needless to say we intended to make the most of our assets and wear sexy costumes. One of the girls, Sharon, suggested that we dress like hookers. Those outfits would be on a theme, but we could still be very different. Another asked if we should dress our husbands as pimps. We all were having a good time laughing about this. The ideas were pouring out until Beth said, "What about us dressing the husbands as hookers and we will be the pimps. We roared hilariously about that. We teased each other about how one husband or the other could dress and so on. There wasn't much happening productively after that. We were all in silly mode talking about what dress size each guy would wear.
The next time we all got together we had mostly forgotten about Beth's joke. We were discussing costumes again when Sonia asked, "What about Beth's suggestion?"
We started the laughter all over again until Sonia said, "I am serious. It would be a great gag on the guys, and it will challenge our imagination to fix our husbands up in hooker garb that will look authentic. The makeup will be up to each girl. That is the real challenge anyway. That and actually getting our husbands to go along."
We all looked at each other to see if she was joking, but she seemed serious. Beth looked a little in between. Just reading her face, I began to get the idea that maybe she was serious to begin with. Now Sonia was on board. At least it appeared that way. I looked over at Sharon. It was beginning to dawn on her also that maybe they were serious.
Sharon was still waiting on the punch line, but not quite sure. I looked at both Beth and Sonia waiting for their next suggestion.
"Well, really girls, it would be very different, "Beth said.
Now, I knew that Beth had put it out for our reaction. If no one had turned serious, she could still laugh it off like we did initially. Sonia had moved the needle and you could see that Beth was beginning to take credit for the idea.
"Beth," I said, "Bart weighs almost two hundred pounds. Plus, he has a mustache. How the heck can you make him look like a girl?"
"He doesn't have to pass as a woman. And he only weighs 180. The dressing up is the novelty and the concept. Getting him to dress will be my main concern, not making him look like my wife," Beth argued.
"Well, he sure can't wear any of your clothes," I reminded her.
Beth is 5'-5" and weighs about 120. She is pretty and has a slim figure with maybe C cup breasts. Sonia is 5'-6" and weighs about 120 also. Her breasts are about a B cup. Sharon is 5'-4" while her husband Ronald is around six feet, weighing about 160. The thing about Sharon is that she appears a little stocky, but it is all because she wears an F cup bra. Being that big on top makes her look a little chubby and she does have a full butt, but she is not fat at all. She has a nice curve at her waist to go along with her spectacular top and bottom assets.
The more we compared our husbands' body type to our own, we realized that we might switch some clothing between the women to fit another husband, but we might have to actually purchase some clothing. Beth mentioned that we would definitely need to buy them bras and maybe panties.
"What about high heels," Sonia asked.
Damn, you couldn't put the money and effort into dress and makeup and not have them wearing hooker heels.
"And jewelry," Beth suggested.
It was growing by leaps and bounds now. Surely someone would come to her senses and realize that it would take too much time and money to make our husbands look like women. I was not going to be the one to chicken out. I even began to think of what clothing and accessories of mine that I could dress Jeff in.
As the idea took hold, each woman decided to go explore their closets and come up with something our husbands could wear. Sonia seemed very calm. As we went out, I approached her.
"Sonia," I asked, "Keith is not much bigger than you. You probably have some things he can wear. Same with me. Jeffery is a little shorter than I am. I was hoping that even some of my heels would fit him."
Sonia seemed amenable to planning out our husbands' costumes. She asked, "Why don't you come over and we can look at my things, then go to your house. This could turn out to be fun."
When we got to her house, Sonia poured me a drink and we adjourned to her closet. She was pulling some dresses and skirts from the back of her closet and I would comment on it. One in particular was sexy and I had not seen her wear that.
"Special occasion, only?" I asked.
She blushed a little and said, "Well, sort of."