Rrrrrrrr

Rrrrrrrr

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This is my submission for the Halloween Contest 2020.

When reading "Rrrrrrrr" try to imagine a low, guttural purring sound, almost like a deep German "R" sound, coming from the back of the throat.

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'I won, I won!' thought Lindsey to herself as she ran through the dorm lobby holding an envelope in front of her. 'I can't believe I won the costume raffle.'

The student government had set up a raffle with the prize being a Halloween costume with make-up by the best costume make-up specialist in the Drama Department. She had spent five dollars for her tickets and never thought she had a chance. Now that she had the good fortune of winning, however, she began to think about what she might wear to go to the party. Once on her floor, she ran to her room and threw the door open.

"Chris, I won! I won the professional costume raffle!" she screamed to her roommate. "Am I lucky, or what?"

"Wow, Lind, that's great. You won't have to spend another red cent to get ready for the party. What're you going to go as?"

"I have no idea, I'm just so excited that I haven't had a chance to decide yet. Maybe you can help me come up with some ideas."

After that, the two sat around, drank a bottle of hard cider to celebrate and talked about Lindsey's costume. The Halloween party was still two weeks away, giving her plenty of time to decide. Chris asked who else knew about it and when Lindsey told her no one, Chris held her finger up in front of her lips.

"Shhh. That's great. Don't tell anyone. Then you can go as anyone or anything you want and no one will know who you are. How cool is that?"

"Ooooh, that's a great idea. Maybe I could use the opportunity to get lucky, since I've been in a dry spell for quite some time."

"Hey, how about Andy? You've had the hots for him forever, it seems. Maybe you could, like, corner him at the party, drag him upstairs even."

"Yeah, that'd be so sweet. He never looks at me even when I try to get his attention."

"Well, this could be your lucky night. Fool him, stroke him, suck him, bed him, do whatever you want. No one will ever know."

"Chris! I'm not going to randomly fuck someone just because I have a costume on. Get real!"

"Come on Lind. A completely anonymous screw? Get your rocks off with no strings? Why not?"

Lindsey laughed at her roomie and reminded her when it came to sex, Lindsey was a bit more conservative. She wanted to know the guy for a while and even get emotionally close before she would consider opening her legs. "But it still might be nice to get someone's attention at the party and build on that."

The more they talked about it and the more she thought about it, the more Lindsey got to thinking about Andy. He was a very hot looking guy on the track team. He had a handsome face under loosely cut brown hair. When she had seen him jogging around campus, she was struck by his long, lean limbs and the cutest butt she could ever imagine. He was an outgoing marketing major but she just couldn't understand why he seemed to ignore her. On one occasion she even felt he acted like she wasn't good enough for him.

After talking about him for a bit, Chris said, "Hey, maybe I can find out what he's wearing to the party for you and you'll know who to corner. Interested?"

"How would you find out?"

"Simple, I'll just ask Zach, his roomie, he'll know. I'll, like, butter him up with some Reese's and he'll talk."

Zach was also on the track team and was blond haired, also lean and cute, but he was a lot quieter, though he smiled a lot more than Andy. He was a pre-med major and was known across campus as a fan of big band music. At the few parties he attended, he'd mostly sit on the sidelines for the evening. And he usually seemed to go home alone.

"Great idea. Here's a couple of bucks for the candy. Ms. Phelps, this mission, should you choose to accept, could lead to me getting lucky. Please don't fail. This tape will self-destruct in five...four...three..." she laughed.

After their laughs and giggles, they went down to the dining room. It was ironic that the first two people they met in the buffet line were Andy and Zach. The two runners were polite and talked with the girls as they picked up their food. Lindsey was disappointed when "A to Z," as they were sometimes called, turned to go to sit with some of the other track team members. As they walked away Zach looked back at them with an "I'm sorry" shrug. Lindsey and Chris ended up sitting alone in a corner.

"See that? They didn't even offer to sit with us. How can I get Andy's attention?"

"That's all the more reason to do what I suggested. You'll need to seduce him anonymously."

"Chris, I can't do that, you know I can't. I gotta know a guy first..."

"Maybe it's time to try a different tactic. You like him, right? OK, so maybe you can let it go for one night, be wild, have a quickie and then, once it's all over, you tell him who you are. I'll bet he'll ask you out after that."

"Oh, that'd be weird. I dunno. But what will I go as?"

"If you are going to do like I suggest, you need a costume that'll totally hide who you are, even in the bedroom. Now, something with a mask that won't come off would be my suggestion."

"Chris, I'm not going to hop into the sack, no matter what you say."

"OK, but you can just forget Andy in that case."

They didn't speak of it much more at the table or in their room that evening. They each had some serious studying to do for upcoming exams and only once they hit the sack did Chris bring it up again.

"Lind, just think about it. You're on the pill, carry some condoms and enjoy it. Even if you don't get together afterwards, wow, you could at least think back about a wild night of sex with your dream fuck."

"He's not my dream fuck, he's my dream boyfriend. Once he's my boyfriend, then I'll fuck him."

"You've got it, like, backwards. Nowadays you fuck first, then he's boyfriend material. Haven't you ever heard of Tinder?"

"Oh, gross. That's not for me. I wanna know the guy first. 'Nite Chris."

"Same to you. Horny dreams!"

"Oh, shut up," laughed Lindsey back as she rolled over.

The next morning Lindsey woke up not having slept very well. She indeed had several erotic dreams which woke her up and one about Andy was so vivid she actually had to masturbate silently until she climaxed. Only then could she get back to sleep.

After her classes she walked over to the Drama Department and introduced herself. Once she showed her winning ticket to the front desk, she was escorted to the back of the main theater. There were several people in the prop room who congratulated her. They invited her to the closet to check out all the costumes which were available for her to consider.

Lindsey felt overwhelmed. She could go as practically anything. There were period pieces such as long dresses you might see in

Gone With the Wind

, witches costumes, clown suits; you name it. The guy who showed her the costumes was very polite and tried to get from her what she might want to go as. She couldn't decide and finally, with Chris' voice in the back of her mind, she decided to ask about a costume which would completely disguise her.

"Oh, Honey," the obviously gay fellow responded, "We could make you absolutely unidentifiable, if that's what you want. It would take a few hours for the make-up crew, but we could so do it."

"What would I be?"

"I think with your build and facial features, we could make you a cat, a sexy cat. I promise you Ashley could make your face up so no one would ever recognize you."

"Let me think about it. When will Ashley be here?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. I'll let her know what you are thinking about. See if she agrees."

The more Lindsey thought about it, the more she liked the idea. She wasn't about to go for a quick fuck, but the idea of being completely anonymous really appealed to her. Maybe she could flirt and dance with lots of guys. If she did, she would need to make absolutely sure no one knew about her costume.

Back in the room she swore Chris to secrecy. "I'm thinking about a cat costume. They think they can make it so no one will recognize me."

"Lind, what a great idea. I won't tell a soul, I promise. Oh, I'm so envious. What I wouldn't do to get to go like that. I bet it would cost a fortune, money that I don't have."

"Yeah, I bet the make-up session will be hours and the costume, well, who knows."

The next afternoon she went over to the department again and met Ashley. She was a reassuring and slightly older woman who reported being in her profession for quite a few years. When they discussed costume options, Ashley jumped up and grabbed a mirror.

"Look here, see how your nose is fairly small?"

"Yeah, my button nose."

"Uh-huh. That would be great for a cat nose. We can highlight your cheeks, deemphasize the bridge and paint a black cat nose right on top. I'll apply bits of artificial hair around your entire face and it will merge right into the hair on the costume. Here, let's go look at it."

Lindsey was taken into the costume room and shown the skin-tight outfit much like a full body leotard. "Here, try it on."

"Here? Don't you have a dressing room?"

"I'm sorry, Lindsey, I forgot you're not a drama major. Our students are always dressing and undressing right in front of each other. They have to during quick scene changes with a play. It's over there."

"Well, if it's no big deal, I guess we're just two girls here," she responded as she started to pull off her clothes. When she was down to her bra and panties she reached for the costume.

"Honey, you don't want underwear lines with this costume. As you can see, it is incredibly thin. You'll need to strip."

"Holy shit, you can see right through the cloth. I can't wear that!"

"Lindsey, relax. When you hold it up to light you can see through it, but once it's on you, no one will be able to tell. Go ahead and try it on."

Reluctantly Lindsey slipped off all of her clothes. When she did, she looked over at the full-length mirror in the corner. She generally liked what she saw. The image was of an average sized young woman with a reasonable, but not huge, set of breasts. Her ass was bigger than she liked, but she did like her flat tummy and her shapely legs.

"You'll have to lose the bush, Honey, the hair will show through the cloth, but at least try it on for size now."

The costume was a single piece of tissue-thin fabric which included a hood but with an opening for the face and upper chest. There was a discreet zipper in back which ran from below the neck to the lower back. She would have to crawl into the costume through the opening and pull the whole thing over her body. It took a few seconds but she was eventually able to get into it. It was like pulling on a tight pair of hose. It was super snug and stretched over her tightly.

Back at the mirror she looked and saw a large cat-like creature looking back at her. The costume included black and gold hair over the entire back and around the sides but the front was the satiny black material with no fake fur. It did nothing to hide her nipples, which poked out in the cool air, and she could also see her pubic hair would indeed need to be shaved. Most startlingly was the low neckline over her chest. Her breasts were compressed by the stretchy cloth until they bulged up showing a lot of cleavage.

"So, what we'll do is get you to put the outfit on once you're here that afternoon. I'll need to spend about three hours on the skin, face and hands. I'll glue tufts of matching hair around your face and brush it back to join the hair on the costume. You'll have a simple cat's eyes mask over your upper face. We'll work on your mouth and nose too. We've got tiny little extenders for your canines to look like little fangs, too. For the hands you'll put your fingers through these little holes so they'll be exposed. We'll give you some beautiful claws for your nails. Fortunately, the feet are completely closed off with thick soles and fake claws on top. That way you don't have to worry about ruining the outfit while you walk."

"Wow, this looks so cool."

"Honey, you are gorgeous to begin with and I promise you, no one will recognize you. And you'll be the hit of the party. With those nice boobs of yours and the tight outfit, there won't be a limp dick in the room," she laughed.

They spent a few more minutes reviewing the prep which Lindsey would need to do at home. She was advised to shave her pubes two or three days before and to shower with a simple soap just before coming over. Her hair would be pulled tight behind her head to allow it to appear smooth. Finally, Ashley suggested Lindsey take a few minutes to review how people in cat costumes walk and talk by googling it. "If you really want to play the part, go whole hog, or should I say, whole cat?" They made plans to meet at four p.m. on Halloween. Lindsey was excited about it as she went back to her room.

"How was it?" asked Chris.

"Oh, it was OK," downplayed Lindsey. "I think it will look ok. They'll need to work with me for three or more hours. I'll be exhausted before I even get to the party."

"Oh, Lind, I can't wait. What do you think I should go as? How about a pole dancer?"

"You'd need a pole. Just go as a cheerleader. You already have an outfit from high school. Get it from home and put it on, you'll look great."

"I'm sure it is too small; I haven't done cheer in four years."

"That's the whole point. It will be too small and so it will show off a lot. You'll get lots of attention, I'm sure." Chris agreed to try the idea before they let the conversation drift off to other areas.

About four days before the party, Chris was able to corner Zach coming out of his room. She walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Six Reeses cups for you if you tell me what you guys are wearing to the party Saturday."

"Sure," Zach replied, "Come on in and I'll show you."

He pulled open the closet and brought out a Spiderman outfit. It was stretchy and for the eyes there was a fine mesh opening so no one could see the person's eyes underneath.

"What do you think? Neat, huh?"

"Yeah, Spidey, I kinda like it. I'll look you up Saturday and see if you can trap me in your web."

"Sorry, Chris, I'm not wearing this, Andy is. I'll go as the Hulk. My costume will require this green foam chest piece so that I'll look bulked up. Here, you can get an idea what it'll look like." He pulled out the green tights and the chest piece, both in dark green, some torn off pants and a nearly full-faced mask. "Once I get it on, I'll need to paint myself with green paint all over and I'll glue some green, shaggy yarn to my hair."

"That'll do, kinda neat actually. So, I'll just have to get you to be all 'hulky' and drag me upstairs, now won't I?"

She noticed that Zach blushed a little before he responded. "I'll be looking for you. What are you going to be?"

"Oh, you'll recognize me. See you Saturday."

Back at the room Chris told Lindsey the good news. "I know that Andy will be Spiderman and Zach will be the Incredible Hulk. So now all you have to do is make a move on Spidey. I might try the Hulk. You know, Zach is actually kinda nice, but too shy. Maybe I can loosen him up a bit."

"Yeah, he's nice, but that Andy really gets my juices running. I can't wait."

She did spend some time reviewing online how people wearing cat outfits could walk. She also practiced speaking in a low, purring voice but it never felt quite right to her. As a result, she decided she'd never talk out loud once she was at the party. She practiced purring in the back of her throat using a low, guttural sound.

Two days before the party Lindsey took a long, hot shower and shaved her pubic hair completely off. She had done this before but generally didn't like to do it routinely, particularly if there wasn't a boyfriend in the picture. After shaving she applied a nice lotion to soften and soothe the skin. On the day of the party she showered, left her room around three and strolled over to the nearly deserted drama building. After knocking on the front door, she was let in by Ashley.

"Are you ready to be a sexy kitten?"

"Yeah, I'm nervous, but excited at the same time. So far none of my friends know I'm coming, well, just my roomie. I want this to be a total surprise. You gotta make me totally unrecognizable, please?"

"Linsey, I'm on it. Let's get started. We do the costume first, then I'll work on your make-up. First you gotta go pee. It's gonna be a long time until you can pee easily again."

After she urinated, she stripped down completely. As she went to put the suit on Ashley commented how nice the shaving looked. "Don't think I'm coming onto you; it's just going to make the suit look so much better. Wait until you get it on."

With minimal difficulty, Lindsey unzipped the back and stretched herself into the suit. It was a very snug fit and again it pushed up her boobs giving her the biggest cleavage she had ever had. Before the headpiece was pulled on, her hair was combed back and bound with a rubber band to create a smooth outline of the head. The fingers slipped through individual holes at the end of the arms. Finally, the entire costume was on.

"I'm going to work on your hands first. For your skin I'll use a mild darkening agent. It's not permanent. We don't need to make your skin match the suit, but you don't want it to be totally pale next to the black material. Turn around and see what I mean."

Lindsey turned to the mirror and agreed her exposed skin needed to be darkened slightly. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she gasped out loud. "Oh my god, you can see my slit, Ashley."

"Yeah, you got yourself a little camel toe going there. Told you the hair had to go."

"But that is...uh, a bit too much, don't you think?"

"Honey, you will be totally unidentifiable. No one will know it is you. Every guy in the building will be looking at you and your boobs and slit. Isn't that what you want?"

"Well, I want one particular guy to notice me."

"Oh, he will, I promise, along with every other guy in the place. Just think, you will be the object of wild desire, they'll be lusting after you. You peel the one you want off from the pack and I guarantee you, he'll be putty in your hands."

"If you say so..."

"Come on, let's get started." Ashley spent a lot of time to find the right color to apply to the skin. It was like a deep tan, not black or grey, but once it was applied, the contrast to the costume color was toned down quite a bit. Once the hands were painted, Ashley worked on Lindsey's chest and lower face. "I'll paint your boobs almost to the nipples in case your suit slips a little during the night."

Lindsey felt funny standing there, letting someone paint her neck and boobs. Once the paint dried, she let the costume collapse back to her chest. A glance in the mirror confirmed what she felt: her nipples were beaded up and could be seen across the room.

"Now for the hands," said Ashley. She spent the next thirty minutes or so painting the skin and applying long, fake claws to the nails. They were only about an inch long but looked real.

"How did you do that?"

"Pretty neat, huh. Just remember, you'll have trouble using your fingers. When you go to get out of the costume you might need someone to pull down the zipper, or at least take the fake claws off first. A little rubbing alcohol will loosen them just fine.

"Now let's go to the face," she added. "This will take a long time, so take a deep breath, relax and have a seat here."

Over the next two hours Ashley carefully painted and used makeup to change the apparent shape of Lindsey's face. The nose was converted into a cat's nose and the mouth was accented with a small vertical line to mimic the lower portion of a cat's mouth. Faint whiskers were painted across her cheeks. Lindsey was impressed.