Going to the Halloween Party
Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2024 1:42 pm
Going to the Halloween Party
“But Kevin! You HAVE to go!”
Elizabeth was begging me to go with her to a Halloween party that some of the other seventh-grade kids in school were having.
“Aw, c’mon, Elizabeth!” I begged. "Please! I . . I have stuff to do! And anyway, I hate those parties!’
Elizabeth pouted. “Lani is going to be disappointed! She really wants me to bring you to the party,” Elizabeth started rubbing my arm. “I told her that I’d bring you!”
“Besides,” I pointed out, “I don’t have a costume.” And I’m not planning on getting into one either, I thought.
Elizabeth sighed. Then she played her trump card. “Kevin,” she said slowly,” I don’t want to have to share that video!”
That stumped me. Just before school started, two older girls had caught me in my swim trunks on the way home from the pool. One of them had held me while the other one pulled down my swimsuit and took a picture of me, including all my private parts. (See “Coming Home from the Pool: https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php?t=4087 ). One of them had turned out to be Elizabeth’s cousin, and had sent the picture to Elizabeth. Instead of sharing the picture with all her seventh-grade friends, Elizabeth had used it to maneuver me down to the basement of her home, where I had been tied up naked, so that she could show me in the nude to each of her friends, for a small fee. The last two of her customers were older girls, who had milked me, and had videoed the whole process. (See “Going Back to School” viewtopic.php?t=4305 ) Elizabeth had gotten a copy of the video, but instead of sharing it all around, she was using it to blackmail me into doing whatever she wanted. Right now, what she obviously wanted was to make me agree to go with her to this party.
I sighed. “Do I have to have a costume?”
Elizabeth giggled. “Of course, Silly! It’s a Halloween party!” She patted my arm. “Don’t worry about the costume, though. I’ll help you with that.”
I can imagine, I thought. Something shirtless, no doubt. Not so! I’m going to find my own costume.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
I finally found the costume I wanted. It was a Darth Vader costume, and it was actually kind of cool. It had the cape, and all the gadgetry on the front, all in sinister black, of course. And it had the coolest mask, with the helmet and the mouthpiece. And best of all, I could afford it. Of course, I ordered it online right away. The Sky-Rite Costume Company of Hackensack, New Jersey immediately sent me a return email stating that they’d gotten my order, and assuring me that my costume would arrive on my doorstep by October 24, the day before the party. Good enough.
I told Elizabeth about it, about three days before the party, and I thought she’d be excited. Actually, she seemed kind of disappointed, and I asked her why.
“I’m sorry, Kevin, but you can’t wear that to this party,” she said, making big sad eyes.
“Why not?”
“See, Lani and Lindsay and I kind of decided that this was going to be a Disney-themed party. We’re all dressing up as Disney movie characters.”
“Awww! Fine time to tell me that!” I moaned. “Anyway, Star Wars is Disney now, so that should count.”
“No! Not that kind of Disney!” Elizabeth shook her head impatiently. “I mean, like, Lani has a Pocahontas costume, and Lindsay is coming as Ariel—you know, the Little Mermaid.”
“I suppose you’re going to be Princess Jasmine?” I could picture myself as Aladdin, with that bare-chested costume.
“No, darn it!” Elizabeth shook her head impatiently. “Jamie is already coming as Princess Jasmine.”
“You could come as Princess Leia,” I grinned, “in the Iron Bikini costume.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Ha! I don’t think so.” But she smiled, “I still have a couple ideas.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I got home from school that day and found mail in my inbox. It was from the Sky-Rite Costume Company, and it was titled: “Re: Your Order.”
Uh-oh! That didn’t sound good!
I read it:
Dear Mr. Ross,
This is to notify you that your order will be delayed due to supply-chain issues. The new anticipated delivery date is November 11th. Please let us know if you do not receive your order by that time.
Shipping Department
Sky-Rite Costume Company
Ho-boy! I gulped. What kind of costume comapny were they, anyway? What good is a costume going to do me after Halloween? And Elizabeth was going to be mad! I couldn’t go to the party, not without a costume! Well, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this would get me out of going to the party.
I saw Elizabeth in school the next day and told her. “So,” I guess I can’t come with you to Lani’s party. Sorry.”
As I turned to leave, she grabbed me by the arm. “Oh, yes you are!” she almost chuckled.
“But how can I, without a costume?”
“Guess what?” Elizabeth grinned. “I’ve figured out my costume, and I think you’re going to like it.”
“What?”
“I’m not telling you.” she said. “You’ll just have to be surprised. And,” she chuckled, “I’ll have a matching costume for you! Just come to my house at six thirty. I’ll get you all dressed up and we can walk over to Lani’s party.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I arrived at Elizabeth’s house at 6:30 as directed. Elizabeth answered the door.
“How do you like my costume, Kevin?”
Wow! She was dressed in an off-white top, short-sleeved, which just showed a couple inches of midriff. She had on a long blue skirt, down to her ankles. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid. She was wearing hoop earrings, and on her forehead was a little red dot, like women from India wear. I think they call it a bindi.
“You look beautiful!” was all I could say.
“Can you tell who I am?” she smiled.
“Ah, ah, gimme a minute,” I stammered. I’m not into all those Disney princess characters.
“I’m Shanti,” she smiled.
“Shanti who?” It didn’t sound familiar. Shanti Claus, maybe?
“Oh, Kevin,” she chuckled. “I have your costume right here,” she held up a plastic bag. “We can change you into it at Lani’s house.” She grabbed my arm. “We gotta go. We’ll just be on time.”
We walked the couple of blocks to Lani’s house. When we rang the bell, the door opened and Lani answered. She was wearing a brown sleeveless dress, knee-length, with frills at the bottom. Her hair was straight down, and she had on a blue headband with a feather sticking out at the back. Pocahontas, I guessed. Lani looked at Elizabeth, then at me.
Elizabeth grinned. “I know,” she grinned. “We have Kevin’s costume right here.”
I was getting curious as to what my costume was going to look like. Knowing Elizabeth, it would be something embarrassing. I also wondered what the other guys at the party were going to be wearing. And whether they were going to laugh at my costume.
Lani let us in. “You can use my bedroom to change him,” she said to Elizabeth. “Just don’t go in Keith’s room. He and his girlfriend are in there doing homework.” She chuckled. “Supposedly they’re chaperoning us.” Then she added apologetically, “Oh, could you two, ah, take off your shoes? My mom is fussy about our carpets.”
“Sure,” Elizabeth smiled. “My mom is the same way.”
After we left our shoes at toe door, Elizabeth led me down the hallway. We passed the bathroom, then went past a closed door. I guess that was Keith’s room, because I could hear a lot of chuckling and giggling coming from inside. Yeah, I thought—homework, right! The next doorway was open. Lani’s room.
We went in and Elizabeth shut the door. She turned to me. “Take off your shirt.”
Uh, okay. I pulled my shirt off over my head.
“Now your pants.”
“Say,” I hesitated. “What kind of costume is this?”
“You’ll see. Take off your pants,” she repeated.
I lowered my pants to my ankles and stepped out of them. Now I was down to my underpants.
Elizabeth knelt down in front of me, and slipped her fingers under the elastic. She pushed my underpants down to the ground, then grasped my calves, one at a time, and made me step out of my underpants. Now I was completely naked. “Hey!” I yelped. What are you doing?”
“Relax!” Elizabeth chuckled. “I’ve seen it all before, remember?” She cupped her fingers under my bare penis and held it, while she puffed her cheeks and blew on it. It made me tingle.
“Well, let’s get my costume on,” I said, impatiently.
Elizabeth reached into her bag and pulled out a strip of red material. It was a deep red cloth, about a foot and a half long, and about six inches wide. It was thin enough to fit around my boy-stuff without being uncomfotable. She reached behind me and slipped the cloth between my legs, covering my private parts.
“Hold this up,” she ordered.
I complied, holding the ends up infront of my stomach, and behind my back. Elizabeth reached back into the bag and pulled out a narrower strip of cloth, like a sash. She reached around me and pulled it around my body, just below my bellybutton, then tied it in front, so that it held the first cloth up. My boy-stuff was now covered, but the outer half of my butt-cheeks still showed.
“It’s a loincloth,” Elizabeth explained. “It looks cute on you.”
“Where’s the rest of my costume?”
“There isn’t any ‘rest of it.’” Elizabeth chuckled. “Like I said, I’m Shanti. You know, the girl at the end of the Jungle Book. The one that takes Mowgli to the Man-Village.”
“And I’m . . .”
“You’re Mowgli,” Elizabeth grinned. “All you wear is that little red loincloth.” She took my arm. “Let’s go show you to everyone.” And she opened the door and led me out into the hall. "There's refreshments, then we're going to play some games."
. . . . . . . . .
“But Kevin! You HAVE to go!”
Elizabeth was begging me to go with her to a Halloween party that some of the other seventh-grade kids in school were having.
“Aw, c’mon, Elizabeth!” I begged. "Please! I . . I have stuff to do! And anyway, I hate those parties!’
Elizabeth pouted. “Lani is going to be disappointed! She really wants me to bring you to the party,” Elizabeth started rubbing my arm. “I told her that I’d bring you!”
“Besides,” I pointed out, “I don’t have a costume.” And I’m not planning on getting into one either, I thought.
Elizabeth sighed. Then she played her trump card. “Kevin,” she said slowly,” I don’t want to have to share that video!”
That stumped me. Just before school started, two older girls had caught me in my swim trunks on the way home from the pool. One of them had held me while the other one pulled down my swimsuit and took a picture of me, including all my private parts. (See “Coming Home from the Pool: https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php?t=4087 ). One of them had turned out to be Elizabeth’s cousin, and had sent the picture to Elizabeth. Instead of sharing the picture with all her seventh-grade friends, Elizabeth had used it to maneuver me down to the basement of her home, where I had been tied up naked, so that she could show me in the nude to each of her friends, for a small fee. The last two of her customers were older girls, who had milked me, and had videoed the whole process. (See “Going Back to School” viewtopic.php?t=4305 ) Elizabeth had gotten a copy of the video, but instead of sharing it all around, she was using it to blackmail me into doing whatever she wanted. Right now, what she obviously wanted was to make me agree to go with her to this party.
I sighed. “Do I have to have a costume?”
Elizabeth giggled. “Of course, Silly! It’s a Halloween party!” She patted my arm. “Don’t worry about the costume, though. I’ll help you with that.”
I can imagine, I thought. Something shirtless, no doubt. Not so! I’m going to find my own costume.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
I finally found the costume I wanted. It was a Darth Vader costume, and it was actually kind of cool. It had the cape, and all the gadgetry on the front, all in sinister black, of course. And it had the coolest mask, with the helmet and the mouthpiece. And best of all, I could afford it. Of course, I ordered it online right away. The Sky-Rite Costume Company of Hackensack, New Jersey immediately sent me a return email stating that they’d gotten my order, and assuring me that my costume would arrive on my doorstep by October 24, the day before the party. Good enough.
I told Elizabeth about it, about three days before the party, and I thought she’d be excited. Actually, she seemed kind of disappointed, and I asked her why.
“I’m sorry, Kevin, but you can’t wear that to this party,” she said, making big sad eyes.
“Why not?”
“See, Lani and Lindsay and I kind of decided that this was going to be a Disney-themed party. We’re all dressing up as Disney movie characters.”
“Awww! Fine time to tell me that!” I moaned. “Anyway, Star Wars is Disney now, so that should count.”
“No! Not that kind of Disney!” Elizabeth shook her head impatiently. “I mean, like, Lani has a Pocahontas costume, and Lindsay is coming as Ariel—you know, the Little Mermaid.”
“I suppose you’re going to be Princess Jasmine?” I could picture myself as Aladdin, with that bare-chested costume.
“No, darn it!” Elizabeth shook her head impatiently. “Jamie is already coming as Princess Jasmine.”
“You could come as Princess Leia,” I grinned, “in the Iron Bikini costume.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Ha! I don’t think so.” But she smiled, “I still have a couple ideas.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I got home from school that day and found mail in my inbox. It was from the Sky-Rite Costume Company, and it was titled: “Re: Your Order.”
Uh-oh! That didn’t sound good!
I read it:
Dear Mr. Ross,
This is to notify you that your order will be delayed due to supply-chain issues. The new anticipated delivery date is November 11th. Please let us know if you do not receive your order by that time.
Shipping Department
Sky-Rite Costume Company
Ho-boy! I gulped. What kind of costume comapny were they, anyway? What good is a costume going to do me after Halloween? And Elizabeth was going to be mad! I couldn’t go to the party, not without a costume! Well, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe this would get me out of going to the party.
I saw Elizabeth in school the next day and told her. “So,” I guess I can’t come with you to Lani’s party. Sorry.”
As I turned to leave, she grabbed me by the arm. “Oh, yes you are!” she almost chuckled.
“But how can I, without a costume?”
“Guess what?” Elizabeth grinned. “I’ve figured out my costume, and I think you’re going to like it.”
“What?”
“I’m not telling you.” she said. “You’ll just have to be surprised. And,” she chuckled, “I’ll have a matching costume for you! Just come to my house at six thirty. I’ll get you all dressed up and we can walk over to Lani’s party.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I arrived at Elizabeth’s house at 6:30 as directed. Elizabeth answered the door.
“How do you like my costume, Kevin?”
Wow! She was dressed in an off-white top, short-sleeved, which just showed a couple inches of midriff. She had on a long blue skirt, down to her ankles. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid. She was wearing hoop earrings, and on her forehead was a little red dot, like women from India wear. I think they call it a bindi.
“You look beautiful!” was all I could say.
“Can you tell who I am?” she smiled.
“Ah, ah, gimme a minute,” I stammered. I’m not into all those Disney princess characters.
“I’m Shanti,” she smiled.
“Shanti who?” It didn’t sound familiar. Shanti Claus, maybe?
“Oh, Kevin,” she chuckled. “I have your costume right here,” she held up a plastic bag. “We can change you into it at Lani’s house.” She grabbed my arm. “We gotta go. We’ll just be on time.”
We walked the couple of blocks to Lani’s house. When we rang the bell, the door opened and Lani answered. She was wearing a brown sleeveless dress, knee-length, with frills at the bottom. Her hair was straight down, and she had on a blue headband with a feather sticking out at the back. Pocahontas, I guessed. Lani looked at Elizabeth, then at me.
Elizabeth grinned. “I know,” she grinned. “We have Kevin’s costume right here.”
I was getting curious as to what my costume was going to look like. Knowing Elizabeth, it would be something embarrassing. I also wondered what the other guys at the party were going to be wearing. And whether they were going to laugh at my costume.
Lani let us in. “You can use my bedroom to change him,” she said to Elizabeth. “Just don’t go in Keith’s room. He and his girlfriend are in there doing homework.” She chuckled. “Supposedly they’re chaperoning us.” Then she added apologetically, “Oh, could you two, ah, take off your shoes? My mom is fussy about our carpets.”
“Sure,” Elizabeth smiled. “My mom is the same way.”
After we left our shoes at toe door, Elizabeth led me down the hallway. We passed the bathroom, then went past a closed door. I guess that was Keith’s room, because I could hear a lot of chuckling and giggling coming from inside. Yeah, I thought—homework, right! The next doorway was open. Lani’s room.
We went in and Elizabeth shut the door. She turned to me. “Take off your shirt.”
Uh, okay. I pulled my shirt off over my head.
“Now your pants.”
“Say,” I hesitated. “What kind of costume is this?”
“You’ll see. Take off your pants,” she repeated.
I lowered my pants to my ankles and stepped out of them. Now I was down to my underpants.
Elizabeth knelt down in front of me, and slipped her fingers under the elastic. She pushed my underpants down to the ground, then grasped my calves, one at a time, and made me step out of my underpants. Now I was completely naked. “Hey!” I yelped. What are you doing?”
“Relax!” Elizabeth chuckled. “I’ve seen it all before, remember?” She cupped her fingers under my bare penis and held it, while she puffed her cheeks and blew on it. It made me tingle.
“Well, let’s get my costume on,” I said, impatiently.
Elizabeth reached into her bag and pulled out a strip of red material. It was a deep red cloth, about a foot and a half long, and about six inches wide. It was thin enough to fit around my boy-stuff without being uncomfotable. She reached behind me and slipped the cloth between my legs, covering my private parts.
“Hold this up,” she ordered.
I complied, holding the ends up infront of my stomach, and behind my back. Elizabeth reached back into the bag and pulled out a narrower strip of cloth, like a sash. She reached around me and pulled it around my body, just below my bellybutton, then tied it in front, so that it held the first cloth up. My boy-stuff was now covered, but the outer half of my butt-cheeks still showed.
“It’s a loincloth,” Elizabeth explained. “It looks cute on you.”
“Where’s the rest of my costume?”
“There isn’t any ‘rest of it.’” Elizabeth chuckled. “Like I said, I’m Shanti. You know, the girl at the end of the Jungle Book. The one that takes Mowgli to the Man-Village.”
“And I’m . . .”
“You’re Mowgli,” Elizabeth grinned. “All you wear is that little red loincloth.” She took my arm. “Let’s go show you to everyone.” And she opened the door and led me out into the hall. "There's refreshments, then we're going to play some games."
. . . . . . . . .