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painted scenic backdrop of a Victorian ballroom. “Here we are. Now
the corset comes with it, so you’ll need help with that. If you
want to disrobe, we’ll get to it.”
    Red puts down her basket and waits for me to
undress. I’m praying my underwear is up to par. She laces the
corset tightly, which makes my waist even smaller and pushes my
boobs up. I must say, I have magnificent cleavage. I pull the dress
over my head, and it flows down my body, fitting perfectly. Okay,
so the bodice is a little low, which is okay because my family
won’t see me in it. No worries. So what if I want to look a little
slutty? Everyone should, once in their lifetime.
    I put on the lavender mask Red hands to me,
and then she turns me around so I face the full-length mirror. I
can’t believe it’s me, but it is because Red is standing beside me,
grinning like the Cheshire cat.
    “You look so beautiful, and your red hair is
perfect for the lavender color. It’s like you just stepped out of a
Victorian painting,” she gushes. Watching her eyes, I know it’s not
just a sales pitch. She means it.
    “Thank you, I’ll—”
    “There you are!” Julie says as she walks up.
“I swear some fucking idiot dressed like Cinderella’s hand boy just
scared the daylights out of me. Oh my, Dora, you look…well, you
don’t look like you, that’s for sure! You look fucking great!”
    “She does, doesn’t she?” Red nods her head in
agreement.
    “Now get out of that so we can go find me
something just as fucking awesome!” Julie says as she exits the
fitting room. I look at Red and apologize for the language.
    Several frustrating hours later, we make it
home. Julie’s costume is, well, it’s Julie, and she’s happy with
it, but I can’t wait until Kevin sees it. The loft is quiet when I
enter the front door. There’s a part of me that hopes the guys are
here because I want them to see my costume I’m carrying in a
see-thru bag, but I’m glad they’re not. I kind of want them to see
it on Halloween.

    “Will you effing stand still so I can pull
this tighter? I swear, it’s like dressing a toddler.”
    Julie’s frustrated tone makes me want to
laugh, but I know if I do, I’ll be finding someone else to lace me
up. We’re standing in front of my mirror and I’m trying not to look
at Julie, who looks like a high-end streetwalker. If her outfit was
any tighter, she might get arrested. I thought my cleavage was over
the top, but she has me beat by a mile. Her blonde hair is piled up
on her head in a messy knot. Her makeup is overdone, with thick
black eyeliner on her top and bottom lids. Her eye shadow is a
hideous teal color, and her cheeks, lips, fingernails and toenails
are the red of all reds.
    Her outfit, what little of it there is, is a
jet-black leather halter top with a leather micro mini skirt.
Nine-inch—okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating—red, fuck-me—her words,
not mine—pumps complete her outfit. They’re so tacky, but hey, it’s
Halloween. When she smiles, which she hasn’t since arriving at the
loft, she has realistic vampire fangs, which would scare away any
john in a heartbeat. But she loves the look, and it’s not like any
of her co-workers will see her, so that’s all that matters.
    Kevin, who at the moment is in the main
living room, is dressed as Frankenstein. He’s Frank and she’s
Frank’s vampy slut. A perfect match.
    “Earth to Dora! Step into the fucking dress.”
So much for her effort in curtailing the language.
    “Slutty Julie, language, please?”
    “You would make anyone cuss. Let me button
you up. They could have put a zipper and put fucking fake buttons
on top. There must be a hundred,” she complains.
    Now some people would think from Julie’s tone
that she hates to do things for me, but no, she loves me. She just
shows it in a different way than most people. She’s kind, giving
and a sweetheart,—oh hell, who am I kidding? She’s a pain in the
butt.
    “There, done.