Bunny Party (2/7)

Part 1

The first guests arrived, as always, just before Keith had finished getting everything together downstairs. Luckily, he'd thought to put on his costume, a second-hand tux and a knock-off Phantom of the Opera mask, before they showed up. He and Becky were getting better at anticipating the few early arrivals, but clearly they hadn't quite nailed the timing yet. Keith didn't know any of them, but he managed to get some small talk going just long enough to slip away and finish his last few tasks. These completed, he was free to return to door duty, which he'd figured would be infinitely preferable to trying to keep up with the various friends and friends-of-friends of Rebecca's who were starting to fill the front hall and living room. It also gave him plenty of time to think about Becky and her decision earlier. Keith felt a little weird about his wife dressed in one of the skimpy outfits he'd seen on the bunny girl service's website, strutting through rooms of people who didn't realize who she was, but, if he was being honest, everything that made him uncomfortable about the situation also turned him on. The outfit was enough to get him hot on its own, but there was something about the situation as a whole that made it especially exciting. Whatever happened tonight, he thought, it would definitely be something different, and maybe that was exactly what he and Becky needed right now.
They came downstairs fifteen minutes after the party's official start, just as planned. The idea had been to give the guests some time to arrive so that the bunnies could be introduced a bit more formally, so as to avoid people thinking they were regular costumed party guests. After all, what good was hiring help if nobody took advantage of it? So, once a fair amount of the guests had arrived, Keith called everyone's attention to the stairs so that he could introduce Sandy and Fiona, their servers this evening.
He'd been so busy entertaining the early guests that Keith hadn't gotten a chance to see Becky, going by Fiona until the real Fiona arrived, in her costume until that moment. Both women wore black fishnets over white tights, both under what he could only describe as a sequined red leotard, but even he knew that wasn't quite right. In the most general terms, it looked like a woman's one-piece bathing suit crossed with a tight, strapless dress. The garment clung to each woman's chest, leaving shoulders and the tops of breasts bare. Below that, they almost looked like corsets, clearly molding waists and hips into more striking figures. Finally, the very bottom was, again, tight against each woman's private areas, like a tight pair of panties. Of course, a white poofy tail protruded from each ass. The tails were a bit lower than on most such costumes, Keith noticed. It had been the same on the website, but he'd been hoping that was just a symptom of a weird photo. He wasn't terribly concerned though. Each long, black and white leg ended in a 5-inch, shimmering red pump with a neat ankle strap. Letting his eyes slide back up the two women, he also noticed matching red nail polish, cuffs at the wrists, and collar-like choker necklaces. Each ensemble was, of course, topped off with headbands bearing tall bunny ears, white to match their tails.
It took him a while to figure out which of the two bunnies was which, which surprised him. Beyond the matching outfits, the two were wearing extremely similar makeup, though upon closer inspection, even Keith noticed that it wasn't identical. Both wore red lipstick, for example, but ones was a bit more glossy than the other. One's false eyelashes boasted an impressive curl, while the other's, while certainly curled, fanned out more. Similarly, both wore dark, smoky eyeshadow, but the shaping was different. The hardest part was the hair. Both women had donned wigs, which he'd been expecting. The confusion came with their new colorings. Becky, whose hair was naturally a deep black with hints of blue, was now strikingly blonde, and her usually straight hair had been replaced by a wavy mane. Ann, the natural blonde, was now a redhead. True to her working name, she boasted sandy orange hair that she was constantly pulling up over one shoulder or pushing so it cascaded down her back. Ann really had done a wonderful job disguising Rebecca. Not only did the wig look perfectly natural on her head, but her makeup had been done in such a way as to suggest a totally different face beneath it. It was as though Ann had disguised Rebecca as another woman entirely, and then done that woman's makeup instead of just doing a particularly good job with Rebecca. In the end, Keith had to resort to identifying the less carefully obscured Ann, and thus discovered Becky's identity through process of elimination.
It was nearly fifteen minutes before he could catch Rebecca and pull her aside on the pretext of discussing refilling the candy bowls. “Wow Becky, you look fantastic! Even I had trouble recognizing you.” He whispered to his disguised wife.
“Thank you!” she said, also whispering. “But husssh, remember, it's Fiona tonight. Wouldn't want all of Ann's hard work going to waste.” Even in her hushed tones, there was something off about her voice. It was a bit higher, and there was something different about it. However, unlike her face, he could still detect some of Becky's usual voice underneath. It was like she was doing an excellent, but imperfect, impression. It was perfect for a bunny girl. He doubted anybody would be able to recognize her by it.
“Right, sorry, you're absolutely right. We probably shouldn't even be talking like this.”
“We can chat a bit, but no, probably not for long. Still, I'll be around, so just flag me if you need me. Just you wait until this party's over though, have I got some stories for you already.”
“I bet you do. How do you like the outfit? And what's up with your voice?”
“Oh, isn't that cool? It's something Sandy gave me, kind of a lozenge. It sorta coats your throat with something as it goes down and makes you sound different. Sandy took one too. She's got all sorts of tricks like that, seems like she's as hesitant to be recognized as I am. I actually really like the costume. And it looks like you do too,” she added, running a red fingernail along his thigh toward the bulge in his pants. “I wonder if Sandy'll let me borrow it sometime, maybe even buy it off her. It's got all kinds of surprises.” This last suggestion made her smile. “But you'll have to find out about those after. For now, I should hop on back to the party. Wouldn't want to keep everyone waiting.” And with that, she was off.
Things continued to run smoothly for the next couple of hours. Keith made his obligatory rounds, saying hello, meeting people, remeeting people, and assuring everyone who asked that Rebecca was around somewhere. Still, he'd already caught up with his own friends, and the seemingly endless stream of strangers was taking its toll. He wondered whether he might be able to pull Becky aside again for a bit of a chat, just to give himself a break. He was impressed with how quickly Becky/Fiona had taken to her job for the evening. If he didn't know better, he never would have guessed she'd only been doing the job for a matter of hours. He was a bit worried about the fact that the real Fiona had yet to show up though. It was for this reason that he wasn't terribly surprised when, rather than pulling Becky aside for a break, he was himself approached by a concerned-looking Ann.
“Mr. Davis? Could Fiona and I speak to you privately for a minute?” She asked.
“Absolutely, Sandy. Maybe upstairs, where it's quieter?”
“Yes, I think that would be perfect.” Ann caught Becky's eye across the room, where she had been discretely monitoring the exchange, and nodded. Becky returned the gesture, and started toward them, adjusting her course when she saw that they were heading for the stairs. Several people smiled at Keith as they saw him making his way through the crowd accompanied by one, then two, bunny girls. A few laughed, patted him on the shoulder, or called him Hugh or Heff as he passed. By the time he reached the stairs, each woman had jokingly taken one of his arms, and all three turned slightly to flash wide smiles at the hooting crowd as they started to ascend the steps. This, of course, sparked another wave of hoots, as well as a laugh from the room. The two women escorted him thus all the way to the master bedroom.
The bedroom itself had been quite thoroughly converted into a dressing room of sorts. Ann's garment bags were laid out on the bed, some open, others still zipped shut, and shoe boxes littered the floor. Becky's makeup and jewelery had been carefully removed from her vanity, and replaced by a collection of palates and tubes reminiscent of the colors that adorned Rebecca's and Ann's faces.
“We have a bit of a problem.” Said Ann, biting her glossy red lower lip.
“Fiona?”
“Sort of. That's the good half of the problem, actually. I think Fiona might not be coming. I don't know what the deal is, she hasn't contacted me or anything, but at this point, let's just assume the most extreme case and plan for that.”
“Makes sense,” said Keith. “But how is that a good thing?”
“It isn't, in and of itself,” replied Ann. “But we do have a potential solution.” She turned to look at Becky.
“I've actually been having a lot of fun tonight.” Becky said, almost sheepishly. “A lot more fun than I usually have at the parties themselves. I think I'd rather just finish off the night and let the real Fiona know we won't be needing her.”
Keith was a bit surprised, but as he rolled the idea over in his head, it made some sense. Becky really had seemed happier at this party than she usually did. She'd been bubbly and happy with all of the guests, readily refilling drinks, restocking snacks, and generally helping out. “Okay, sounds good. I don't have a problem with it if that's what you want to do. So what's the bad news?”
“Well,” said Ann. “Fiona might not be the only person who won't be able to work the rest of the party. I just got a call from my sister a few minutes ago, my dad's in the hospital. They say he'll probably be okay, but everyone's there with him, and they're kind of freaking out. I hate to leave, especially when everything's been so crazy already--”
Keith cut her off. “No, stop right there, don't think twice about it. Go be with your family. We'd never think of keeping you from them right now. We'll be fine. I'm sure Becky feels the same way.”
Becky nodded. “Absolutely,” she said.
Ann smiled as her her eyes started to fog. “Thank you both. That really means a lot. Are you sure you'll be okay though? I know you were hoping to have two people working the party.”
“Absolutely, we'll figure it out. It really won't be a problem.”
“Actually,” Ann replied, “As far as figuring it out goes, Becky had an idea that you might be interested in hearing.” Keith turned to his wife.
“I was thinking,” Becky said, “that you might be interested in taking Ann's place.”
Keith was so shocked, he had to laugh. “Take Ann's place? As a bunny girl?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I'm being serious. I'm guessing you're just itching to take a break by now, aren't you? Duck out for a bit, maybe even leave? Be honest, if you weren't hosting, would you still be here?”
Keith shook his head. “No, probably not, but that's not really the issue here. You don't have to convince me to fade into the background, I've got no problem with that. But how exactly do you expect me to become Sandy?”
It was Ann's turn to step in. “You actually have a point there. Becky and Fiona have similar enough body types that we could have swapped them out when Fiona arrived and nobody would be the wiser. You and I, on the other hand, probably couldn't pull off the same switch. Besides, people have been getting to know Sandy all night, and there's no way I could fill you in on every conversation I've had. So, if you decide to do this, you'd have to be a third bunny, rather than taking on Sandy.”
“Sorry, I wasn't being clear. That sounds like a great plan and all, but I meant more generally.” Keith gestured at himself, swiping both hands from his shoulders down to his legs. “How am I supposed to become a bunny girl?”
“Believe it or not, that's the easy part.” Ann said. She walked over to the bed, where a few garment bags still lay, unopened. She lifted one up with one hand, and unzipped it with the other. Inside was what appeared to be a woman's skin. Naturally, Keith's first reaction was utter horror, but then he started noticing the details. The entire piece had a slight sheen to it, almost like it was made out of plastic. It was also missing a few notable pieces, specifically the hands, feet and head. Through the hole in the neck, Keith saw a zipper that looked as though it ran up the back. In the front, a pair of false breasts hung from what Keith could now identify as a bodysuit. He reached out and cupped one in his hand. It felt almost real. There was a good weight to it, though the not-quite skin feeling threw him off a little.
“What... why do you have this?” Keith asked.
“You see, not all of our bunny girls are girls through and through. It's not much of a secret, but it's not exactly common knowledge either. Some people request them specifically, others get an e-mail after booking a girl that she's a he while off duty, and are given the option of hiring someone else if that makes them uncomfortable. Some people do, but everyone who sticks it out ultimately says that, once the outfits were on, they couldn't tell the difference. We've got plenty of ways to make our bunnies convincing.”
Keith already knew he'd need a moment to process this, so he tried to stall with a less pressing question. “And, why do you have one of these with you tonight?”
“Same reason I've got extra outfits. This isn't the first time somebody's had to reschedule at a moment's notice, so we always send along a few backup items. Generally these bodysuits are custom made for their owners, but we've got a few one-size-fits-most models that act as our fallbacks. There's a sheath for your penis, so there's no bulge, and a few tubes hooked up to it so you can pee with the suit on.” Ann gestured at the relevant parts of the bodysuit as she described their functions, finally turning it around to reveal the back. “The back's even left a bit open so you can poop. Though it does pad out the cheeks a bit. Wouldn't be very convincing otherwise, would it? Plus, it saves you the trouble of having to shave your, well, everything.”
“The point is,” said Becky, breaking in, “that this is totally a possibility. Between the suit, outfit, makeup and one of those lozenges Ann used to change my voice, nobody would ever know it was you. We'd keep the party running smoothly for everyone, and you'd get to take a break from hosting. If you're not interested, that's okay too, but I just want to lay it all out on the table. There's no risk involved here, it's just whether or not you'd like to be a bunny for the evening.”
Keith rolled the proposal over in his head a few times, considering it from every angle. Finally, he reached a decision.
“Fuck it. Why not?”
Ann and Becky both grinned with delight.
“Oh, yes, I'm glad you said that!” Becky said. “I'm sorry if it seemed like I was pushing you toward it, I just think we'll have so much fun doing this together. It's hard to explain, but you're going to love it.”
Ann laughed. “Careful, don't want to oversell it. But really, Keith, I think you'll get a kick out of it. Not every day you get to play around with something like this.”
“Yeah, that was pretty much my thinking too.” Keith said. “So, how are we going to do this?”
“I should probably go back downstairs and take care of party stuff.” Becky said. “It doesn't matter how many bunnies we have if we're all up here.”
“Sounds good. I'll help Keith here get ready, then I'll change back into my street clothes and slip out. If it's okay with you, I'll just leave my supplies here, just in case you need something. I'll have to come and pick up your outfits and things some other time anyway, so I can just get everything then. Does that sound alright?”
“Perfect.”
“Yep.”
“Excellent. Oh, and Becky, if anyone asks for Keith, just tell them that you think he ducked out. From the sound of it, they won't be surprised.” Becky gave a thumbs up, then kissed Keith on the cheek.
“I can't wait to see you when you're all done and ready, honey. I'd bet good money you'll make a great bunny.” And with that, she turned and strutted out of the room, her tightly clad ass with it's white bunny tail swaying as she left.
“Right then,” said Ann with a smile. “Time to get to work.”