Happy Halloween Ya’ll. I have to say this years Kink or Treat Halloween Blog train is off the chain. It all started 30 days ago with our Conductor that kicked this years Blog train off, Mistress KayMarie with  All Aboard The Halloween Blog Train! 
If you already knew that and have been following all along! Good For YOU! I am sure you are enjoying the kinky and creative minds of the Mistresses that are a part of the Empire.  And, since you have been following along, you already know that All Hallows Eve Halloween Blog Post is by the Gorgeous Demi and I follow her blog post, A birthday treat for the Vampire Goddess. Now it is my turn, the grand finale and I sure do hope you enjoy it.

 

Now that you are in the know. I am going to share a  story, I haven’t had the nerve to share with anyone before, the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Please stay and read if you dare, but I have to warn you this might be a little to much for you to bear. And, that is okay. I really do hope you dare though, Remember, you are responsible for what happens to you while you read this retelling of an old memory on a Halloween Night in the mountains of North Carolina.

 Halloween in the Appalachian Woods.

In the mountains of NC the fall crisp air hinting at the colder months ahead,  the colorful leaves falling off the trees, blowing around the ground from the  crisp mountain air, the smell of wood burning stoves wafting through the air. Hay bales used as decorations on front lawns and porches, propping up scare crows and skeletons alongside carved pumpkins. Apple season, quickly coming to an end. We love our Apple Cider and apple season is a big deal in these parts. Halloween is not celebrated by everyone here. A lot of people reject it as it is considered the Witches holiday, but those that do, tend to celebrate  Halloween do just that, Celebrate it.

Hayrides, bonfires, haunted  corn mazes,  So much fun. This one particular year, my friend Joe and I learned of a FunHouse being operated on a property known for it’s scary hauntings. Nobody could stay on this property for very long without having something scary happen to them. Joe and I like to go to haunted dwellings and this is a place we went to twice, once at night and we didn’t even make it up the drive way, we saw something so terrifying that I screamed, we both screamed and I  threw the car in reverse and did 60 miles an hour down a long winding, gravel drive way and the next time during the day and we both knew  we were not alone and we were not wanted there.. We still don’t talk about what happened that day but we are young and curious. How in the world could they be having a FunHouse on this haunted property? We called this house the Huck house an old property where it is sometimes hard to tell fact from fiction. Most locals have a story they like to share about the Huck house and every single one of them is disturbing. The house and property had changed hands so many times often for the same reason. People often said, we weren’t wanted there, Something bad about that place. Workers would stop what they were doing and just pack up and leave to never return. People often said, I am not coming back. So, when Joe and I heard there was a Halloween FunHouse on that very property. We had to go.

Fun puts the Fun in FunHouse

Have you ever been inside a funhouse? There are so many things happening at once. Floors moving. Mirrors that distort you.  Some of the mirrors  make you taller, other mirrors make you shorter, and there are mirrors that make you thin, while you look at another mirror and it makes you look wide as a house. Then there is so many mirrors so your image is bouncing around in all the mirrors at the same time and you are so distorted. You might not even recognize where you are.  Then there is the maze and all kinds of ways to get lost. A FunHouse is a really good time. We both knew this was going to be one unforgettable Halloween. A FunHouse on the Huck house property. Legendary!

A FunHouse of Mirrors comes with a Warning.

Halloween Night  outside of the FunHouse the place is crowded there are people drinking and having a good time but no one is going into the FunHouse. there are people talking about the last person that went in the FunHouse came running out, crying and screaming their ass hurts.  People are to afraid to enter. Now this FunHouse is a FunHouse of Mirrors and these mirrors have a way of looking into your darkest and kinkiest desires. They have a way of outing you.

When you walk up to the entrance there is a sign posted. A warning. Caution: Mirrors will show you, your most hidden desires the ones buried deep inside. You might not want to see it. You Have no choice. Enter at your own risk. Joe stops and reads the caution sign at the door. He reads it again and again. He hesitates and shrugs his shoulders as he slowly enters the FunHouse. He hears an evil laugh and a spooky voice says no turning back Joe. Joe looks around to see who called his name but he is alone. There is smoke and mirrors. You know the kind of Mirrors that see you differently?  He is thinking about the caution sign at the entrance of the FunHouse as  Joe stands in front of the first mirror. The first mirror made him laugh.

Are the FunHouse mirrors mocking Joe?

Laughing. He is looking tall as a tree. He mocks the caution sign and says, “oh yes. I always wanted to be tall like a tree!  As he is laughing  He moves to the next mirror he is so short and fat. He snorts.  He goes to the next mirror, As he stands there the smoke starts to make his eyes water. He starts rubbing his eyes and when his eyes start to focus, his mouth drops in disbelief. The image of  Joe is staring back at him but only  one thing is different. His hair! He has gorgeous wavy raven black hair. Shiny. Healthy, Thick, Beach wavey, Long past his shoulders glossy black sexy as fuck, hair. Damn! Joe is speechless. How? No. Could the Caution Sign be true? Are the mirrors real?  I don’t feel any different. Nah, the Funhouse doesn’t know anything about me. It’s just a trick. He stares at the mirror admiring the trick of the mirror and how great that head of hair looks on him. He shakes his head in disbelief. Silently thinks to himself. I wish. Looks around to see if anyone else has seen what he is looking at. No. He is still alone.

Mirror Mirror reveal to Joe what Joe thinks nobody knows.

Joe decides to go to the next mirror.  As his eyes start to adjust to the light in the room, he is shocked! He can’t believe it. He still has the beautiful hair, that he saw in the first mirror and… AND! A red fringed flapper type dress with nude stockings and Red stiletto heels! The dress is banging! He does a little dance and the dress shimmies and shakes. Each little tassel swings back and forth with each movement. The noise from the dress swishes and swooshes with each movement. The dress makes its own form of music with each dance step. He looks around and makes sure no one is around. He can feel a breeze under his dress go right through between his thighs. How can that be? I am wearing jeans, he thinks to himself.  He is still alone and Joe is so amazed at this dress. His secret dream dress! He forgets his concerns and  loses himself as Joe stands in front of this mirror never wanting the moment to end. He starts doing the Charleston dance right in front of the Mirror. An old dance flappers did, he learned that during school sprit week during the Roaring 20’s Day. The way the red dress dances along with each move, thrills Joe to no end. He hears a slight ghostly laugh and freezes.

His hair is still looking like he should be on the cover of a glamor magazine. His dress the fringe of red on his dress are now at a stand still. Just like Joe. He stares at the mirror and admires what he sees. He slowly approaches the next mirror. He is slow to look into it. What could possibly happen now?  As he is thinking that, He is caught again by the sheer jolt of surprise, is it really? I think its more of the unexpected thrill of what he now sees. He is looking more like a woman with each passing mirror. This time he is completely made up and even smells perfume, a familiar favorite of his. He has a beautiful red clutch in his hands, a beautiful smokey eye and red fuck me lips that match the red of  his shoes.  Or really HER shoes. Staring at the  mirror, looking at those red plump glossy, pouty lips! Damn, I look sexy!  Traces of Joe are no longer visible and as Joe is puckering up, blowing a kiss and posing in the mirror. A sultry voice whispers in HER ear and slowly whispers Josephine. That is your name now.

The FunHouse Mirrors slowly transform Joe.

As Josephine contemplates the goosebumps  or what we call chicken skin that appeared  all over her body, as the earie voice whispered her new name in her ear. She slowly whispers her name, Josephine. Josephine fingers the very long layered pearl necklace that she is wearing around her neck and says a little louder, “HI, she smiles, I am Josephine. As she winks into the mirror and gives a little wave. That’s when she notices her voice, her voice no longer sounds like a Joe. Her voice is soft and feminine. Josephine realizes that she  is fingering the pearl necklace in the reflection of the mirror. Uh? wait a second is this real? No, it’s just a trick of the mirrors, Josephine or do I mean Joe, thinks aloud and wonders as they look around to see if there is anyone witnessing this.  Josephine is stunned by how gorgeous she is. I am way sexier as a Josephine, she says to the mirror. She hears a slight giggle as she walks to the last mirror. As she walks, she hears the click of her heels on the floor. Uh? I must be imagining things.

I always wished this could be me.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes tight before opening. Holy fuck! she exclaims as she grabs the 2 beautiful breast that are staring right back at her in beautiful red fringed dress. That’s when she notices, they feel so real. Wait? How can I be touching tits on my body? No this can’t be happening! But as the panic and disbelief washes over Josephine. She notices that her skin is softer and glowing. her pores are small. Her eye brows are perfectly shaped and she has such a curvy figure. A beautiful tight booty. No body hair. And, huge tits that make that flapper dress sizzle! How exciting. She twirls in front of the mirror and watches as the fringe on her dress lifts up and swooshes around with her. She notices her nails are done in red and are long and pretty. Her rings sparkle and light bounces off them and little bursts of light bounces off the walls and mirror, making a disco ball effect in the room. Little shimmers of light dancing around the room through the smoke and bouncing off the mirrors.  As she spins around in the mirror, she notices the black and red garter, that is hiding under her dress on her upper thigh. Damn! My legs look so hot! She thinks to herself

I always lusted after this look. Always wished this could be me.  She lifts her dress up and notices the sexy lace red panties. Wait! Alarmed,  Josephine thinks to herself, “How are the panties so smooth? There is no bump?! I know I am average. I should have at least a bump in the front of my panties.” She goes to grab her crotch and there is nothing there! She looks around and thinks this seems so real. Like it’s not just a trick of the mirrors. I am not sure what to do. How am I going to explain this? Josephine so thrilled to have her deepest  desires come to fruition but also mortified she is standing there looking at the mirror then looking at the exit sign. She is afraid to move. She is loving her transformation and at the same time. Dreading it coming to an end, it will come to an end, right? As she slowly moves away from the mirrors, she stops before the exit. She blinks. She looks down and sees her shoes are still on.  The ones that go with the dress. This is strange, I don’t feel like I am wearing stiletto heels. As she starts to walk she can hear the click, click, click of her heels. The noise the tassels make on her dress as she walks away from the room from the mirrors.  She starts to shake! I must be crazy! This can’t be real. Am I Joe or am I Josephine?  Just as she is dreading finding out the truth. The exit doors open wide and a crowd of people are looking into the funhouse staring right at Josephine. Their mouths wide open with shock? Or is it  disbelief? .Maybe  they are staring because they can’t believe how sexy this woman is standing in front of them. Heart pounding in her chest– Joe turns his head to see if he can see any mirrors, hoping he could see what he really looks like. Could this really have happen to me? Am I now a woman? Is this some kind of joke? Have I been fooled? What kind of magic does this House of mirrors hold?

Josephine stares back at the silent crowd staring at her. She is  frozen with fear,  for a moment, mouth wide open. Wonders, what are they staring at? What do they see? Is it Joe or is it Josephine?  Deep down inside, they already know the answer. As she hears the click, click, click of her heels as she exits the building Josephine is wondering,  Am I still Joe? Or am I now Josephine?

I guess we will never know. Muahhahaha

The end! Happy Halloween!
Your phonesex Princess, Andi

So, what do you think? Were the crowd staring at Josephine and wondering what this gorgeous woman is doing in the FunHouse all alone or do you think they are looking at Joe and wondering why is he just standing there and not coming out of the FunHouse? I am also VERY curious about YOU.  Would you ignore the Caution sign at the entrance of the FunHouse and enter at your own risk? What would the mirrors reveal about your deepest darkest hidden desires?

PS: You are invited to party this Halloween Night with the Mistresse of Femdom Friday’s.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all have a safe and kinky Halloween! If you are free tonight, join the Mistresses of Femdom Friday’s and guess who is in the Hot Seat? I am!  I would love to see you there at 9 PM ET.

 

PSS: How is this for a trick and a treat?

PSS. Count all the times I used the word FunHouse. Everywhere you see the word FunHouse on this Halloween Blog Train, including the graphics. Add  all the FunHouse words together and the total number is how many times you are to  Edge your cock this No Nut November! hahahahaha  Can you do the whole number every day or do you need to break it down to a couple times a week?  That is up to you but make sure to add up all the times you see me say FunHouse on this blog. Opps. I said it again, evil laugh.  Add that to your edging. I  look forward to teasing that cock this No Nut November..

Just a short audio, not a retelling of the story.

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