Giving a Hoot(ers)

"Alright, that should do it!" Trish leaned back pulling the mascara brush away from Danny's eye.

Danny blinked, unaccustomed to the extra weight on his eyelid. Trish held up a hand mirror so Danny could see the result.

The result took Danny by surprise. The makeup was "nude" so not even that heavy or pronounced, but somehow it smoothed out the contours of his face, accentuated his lips and made his eyes more inviting, all while trying to give the illusion that it wasn't doing any of that. It led to a very feminine face that seemed made up yet natural at the same time.

"Damn, it’s a weird contrast but,” Danny moved his hands to block his short sandy hair and focus mainly on his face, “I do kinda look like a Hooters waitress!" He said, noting the light lipstick lips were moving with his words.

"And the rest is right here," said Trish, pulling white and orange clothing out of a bag onto the bed. "You’re gonna look great, and Steve’s reaction…?” She smiled, “really looking forward to that part!”

“Me too,” Danny smiled, hiding the slight feeling of nervousness he felt in his stomach.

“Need any more help?" Trish stood up, her curly blond hair bouncing off her shoulders.

"The makeup was the hardest part. Don’t want to hold you back from working on your own costume." Trish nodded and left the room. Danny picked through the items in the bag, stockings, wig, breast forms…

It all started nearly a year ago when Trish and Steve were still in a relationship. She had revealed to him that she worked at Hooters for a few months while in college. Steve seemed strongly interested in this little tidbit and joked about how it would be fun if she went back to work there and served him, or if she still had the uniform hanging around. A bit of joking may have been natural, but Steve seemed to push it further than Trish was comfortable with. The breakup was partially due to stuff like this. Trish loved Steve’s humour at the start, but he always seemed to take it too far and she got frustrated with constantly trying to make him stop. Also, she liked women more.

The break up had them not seeing each other for a while, but they had enough mutual friends that they started bumping into each other a few weeks ago. Of course, this is when Steve had to bring up the Hooters thing AGAIN.

"It's like he can't take a hint," she had complained to Danny soon after. "The costume party is weeks away and he was already seeing if I could “dig up” my old uniform, as if I haven’t told him countless times it’s long gone.” She exhaled. “It’s just going to make the party extra awkward. Linda and I definitely want to go, but if Steve's there he’s definitely gonna make a big deal out of me not being dressed up as a Hooters waitress. I just want Linda and I to have a good time."

Danny felt like a peace keeper, having known both of them since college. "That definitely sucks. And you’re right, Steve is definitely going to bring it up, something like ‘Hey, if you’d been in your Hooters uniform, you could be getting everyone drinks’.”

Trish gave a weak but resigned chuckle, “That’s him alright, and it would be even worse if I DID show up in the Hooters uniform.” She sighed, “Look, you’ve known Steve longer than me, even if you haven't been in a relationship with him… Is there a way to get him to shut up about this for good?”

Danny bit his lip, “Hmmmmm, well, you can’t just tell him ‘stop it’, that’ll just encourage him to try harder with the same joke. You gotta move things forward with your own joke, deflect things, throw him off balance, so now it’s up to him to come up with something new."

"Respond with my own joke? How? Like dressing up in the exact opposite of a Hooters uniform?"

"Yeah maybe, or have someone completely unexpected dress up in a Hooters uniform instead.”

“Like you?"

They'd both laughed at the idea, which in retrospect just cemented how good a joke it was. They talked about how fun Steve’s reaction would be and how he’d never encourage anyone to wear a Hooters uniform ever again after that. Then the idea had kinda been dropped, until about two weeks before the party. Steve had bumped into Trish and somehow brought up the Hooters thing AGAIN. The next thing Dan knew, Trish had announced she had got breast forms online and a Hooters uniform in Danny's size. Danny was a little surprised that they were really pushing forward with this gag, but Trish seemed enthusiastic and Danny didn’t have any other costume planned. In preparation, he’d shaved like she’d asked him to, and the day before she’d even done his nails.

And now Danny had arrived in Trish's apartment, and having gotten a face full of makeup was now picking through the costume pieces.

"Hmmmmmm," Danny held up a silicone breast form gingerly outstretched. He should be more mature but something about stuff like this was primal. Even with his shaved body and the provided adhesive there was still something unnerving....

"It's not a bomb," a jaded voice announced.

Danny yelped and fumbled the breast form, leaving it to fall safely on the soft bed. He turned to see a witch at the door. Well actually it was Linda, who was already in full costume as a goth witch. The costume worked well with her natural black hair and short stature.

"Hey, I need privacy," Danny accused.

"It's my bedroom too, Trish and I are just letting you use it."

"Well, I just need to focus on this."

"Why? Are you having trouble with it?" Danny didn’t really want to admit that he was, but the silence was all Linda needed to read Danny’s answer. "Okay: Strip."

"What?"

"Trust me, you won't be revealing anything I have an interest in."

Linda always somewhat scared Danny, he was never quite sure where he stood with her. At the same time, she’d never given him a direct reason to distrust her, and of course Trish vouched for her, so he sheepishly started following her commands. Soon he had cool adhesive applied to his upper chest covered quickly by silicon mounds. She made him hold them in place while she worked lower down. Trish had also bought lower equipment that flattened out his crotch and added padding to his rear end. He felt his member being compressed as Linda applied the item firmly. She was very functional in how she did it, which thankfully helped stave off any sudden arousal that could embarrass him further. With the two items attached, he felt a very different weight distribution along his body.

Linda stood up and looked at him wordless while he continued to have his hands pushing his newly acquired boobs to his chest. Then she moved around him. He felt his short blond hair compressed into a hairnet. Then came the long blonde wig.

"I'm putting some of the adhesive onto the wig so it doesn't fall off if you start dancing or moving about. It should dissolve with the same solvent the breast forms use."

Danny would have nodded but had to keep his head still. He felt the cold adhesive around his crown, and then the extra weight of the long blonde as it flowed down his back and across his shoulders. He was then surprised to hear some hairspray and a brush through his new hair.

Linda stepped back and looked him up and down, a smile on her black lipstick lips. "I think you can let go of your 'assets' now." Danny lowered his hands, feeling the new assets wobble up and down before they settled. He practically blushed over this.

Any hope she wouldn’t pay more attention to his breast was shot down as she suddenly started applying makup to them, in particular buffing out the seams.

“Bra next.”

And soon the garment had cupped the assets, were over his shoulders and was fastened at his back. "I think you can handle the rest yourself."

Danny felt a bit disorientated as Linda left the room after. The makeup the hair, the breast forms, bra, and the pressure of the gaff and the padding, were all throwing him off balance. Somehow he figured he felt he’d feel better if he finished off the costume, rather than dressed like a half naked girl.

Danny pulled up the panties as easily as underwear. Next was the pantyhose with their tan sheen. He bunched them up at his feet, and gradually smoothed them out as he pulled them up his legs, applying their texture to his calves and thighs as they went.

Then came the trademark orange hotpants. They snugly fit his compressed crotch and padded behind. The white sports socks and all white sneakers were easy, they’d been the only items he’d bought himself, knowing he wouldn’t be embarrassed at buying them in a sports store and could make sure he got the right size. Finally, the crop top with the official Hooters logo. It went on like a shirt, only now Danny had a new chest shape to pull them over. The moment he did so, he noticed they very much showed off Danny's newly acquired cleavage.

Nervously, Danny looked in a mirror, and his jaw dropped at what he saw. With the shapes, the costume, the makeup, and the long hair; the impression was of a Hooters girl looking right back at him. The attractiveness was that contradictory mix of low key but clearly confident sexuality.

Danny was worried he was in too deep, that this was way too much for a practical joke, especially with everyone else at the party seeing him like this. Maybe he’d helped come up with the idea but Trish had been the one that pushed it.

Then again, can you blame her? She wanted a fun night without Steve bothering her, and this was one guaranteed way to shut him up. What’s more, Steve’s reaction was guaranteed to be hilarious. In any event it was Halloween, coming up with crazy costumes was all part of it. He was going to a fun party with good friends and that was the main thing at the end of the day.

Nodding to himself, he walked out of the room.

“Wow, that looks fantastic,” Trish beamed. She herself had dressed into an angel costume. White wings, white halo, flowing white dress with sequins. Looked positively angelic.

“Yeah, Danny, you clean up well,” Linda grinned. Her black heels, dress, makeup and was in stark contrast to her partner. Opposites attract, thought Danny.

“Thanks,” Danny blushed, “Well you both helped get the stuff together, and make it happen.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t wear it well,” Linda grinned.

Danny looked down nervously, but of course caught sight of his own newly acquired cleavage. “Think the joke will work?”

“Definitely,” Trish replied, “but we’ve got to practise a few things first…”

First up was walking more femininely. Trish gave a few pointers and Danny practised walking up and down the apartment a few times. His walking was always going to be somewhat different with the new weights, but Trish helped him sashay a bit more, really move with more pronounced swings that brought more attention to Danny’s new figure.

Next was talking. Danny could raise the pitch of his voice, but needed a bit more guidance to hit the right inflections. With more encouragement and guidance, Trish and Linda coached Danny towards adopting a more feminine voice. Danny still hadn’t got the hang of a few things, but with time running low, Trish and Linda convinced him he could practise in the car on the way there.

With that agreed, they left the apartment, briefly braced the cold weather (Hooters uniform outfit clearly wasn't designed for warmth Danny realised as he clutched himself), and piled into the relative warmth of Linda's car.