This story was written for the standalone
Literotica 2021 Halloween Story Contest
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"What are you wearing to Melanie's party, Genevieve?" came her friend's voice from the bathroom.
Genevieve shrugged. But Natalie was asking a more than fair question. This Melanie in question - she was a real extra girl. Every single party, every single event she put on - it lived up to expectations and more. As a result, guests made a conscious effort to show their best style.
"Haven't really figured it out yet. What was the theme again?"
"Well, Melanie said it's Game Show themed with a twist, whatever the hell that means. She also said wear whatever." Natalie shrugged. "Well, she didn't say wear whatever. She said what you wear might not even matter."
Genevieve frowned. "What the hell could that mean?"
"Beats me!"
"Well. What about you? What are you wearing?"
"This!" Natalie walked out of the bathroom to reveal an absolutely stunning policewoman costume.
This was no realistic uniform: her entire stomach was exposed. She wore netted fishnets made from a fine lacy material. The bottom was a navy blue, pleated that had a white trim along the bottom. Golden buttons held it into place around her sumptuous waist. The top was front-tie knotted crop top in the same color and same trim. The words POLICE was stitched alongside her right breast and a faux police badged was pinned to her left. She wore a badged police hat but that accessory was hardly remarkable compared to the realistic-looking handcuffs that were clipped to her skirt.
"Wow, Natalie. You look so sexy!" Genevieve couldn't help smiling. Natalie's wonderful figure, complimented with gorgeous, grapefruit sized breasts, looked marvelous in this costume. She wouldn't mind getting arrested if every cop looked like that!
"Thanks!" Natalie frowned. "The party's in two hours. You really don't have a costume ready?"
"Well, I figured the old bedsheet and two holes would do the trick." Truthfully, Genevieve had never dressed up proper for Halloween. She may be a beautiful brunette with soft skin, full breasts, and a remarkable butt, but she's always taken the conservative route with costumes. Big pumpkin costume. Simple ghost. Going as "herself" - she's done all the "lame" cliche options before.
"Oh, cmon Genny! You can't possible show up to a Melanie production in a damn bedsheet. Show yourself off! It's Halloween - no one will judge."
"You know, you're right. But as you said, the party is in two hours." Genevieve shrugged. "Guess the old bedsheet it is."
Natalie puckered her lips and waved her hand. "Well, if you are open to it, I've another costume that should fit you. I was deciding between it and this." She hunched her shoulders. "Of course, if you're too chicken."
"Hey! Who you calling chicken? I'm open to it. What's the costume?"
"Oh, no no." Natalie shook her head. "You either say yes or no. If I tell you, you might chicken out."
"Give me a hint."
"Fine. See this Sexy, Delicious Cop Costume. It's kinda the opposite," said Natalie. She put extra emphasis on the word Sexy.
Genevieve mulled Natalie's offer over. The opposite? Must be a more traditional cop costume. She suppressed a giggle. It would be fun to wear something authoritative to Melanie's party. That might even qualify for Melanie's standard of effort.
"Alright, deal. Where's the costume." She winked. "I think I know what it is."
"Very well, Miss Sherlock." Natalie pointed to the bathroom. "I literally almost wore it so it's in the bathroom. Hope it fits - make sure you wear every part of the costume. It wasn't cheap!"
Genevieve nodded. That made sense. A realistic cop costume ought to be more expensive than a skimpy one - it's got more fuss to it! She followed Natalie's ostentatious gesture to enter the bathroom and the door behind her.
"Don't come out until its on! I'm trusting you!"
"Okay, okay!" Genevieve eyed the burlap sack at the end of the sink. Huh, she thought. It's a lot smaller of a sack for a fully fledged police costume. Remaining optimistic, she started to extract the garments from the bag.
To her surprising, the garments were all orange. It had tons of pieces and accessories, and upon pulling everything out, she realized she wasn't going to be dressing as a cop, nor her subsequent guess which was a pumpkin, but ... a prisoner!
Oh my gosh, this is so scandalous, Genevieve thought. She'd never expect to dress up as a prisoner, much less a sexy one.
"Uh," she said loudly.
"You made a promise!" yelled Natalie back. She giggled loud enough to hear her from across the door. "I need my counterpart prisoner! We'll make a great pair."
Genevieve picked up the first garment that appeared to be a pair of panties. More specifically, it was a prison-orange G-string thong where the only real fabric, which would cover her crotch, had the numbers 69420 stamped on it in a black, stenciled font.
What could that mean? she wondered. Regardless, Genevieve sucked in air (and also courage), and stripped down to her birthday suit so she could change into Natalie's lent costume. You got this, Genny, she told herself.
She slipped on the thong. Surprisingly, the material felt soft and cooling to her crotch. She studied the garments. Next was ... two pasties. Hmm, I could skip those, thought Genevieve.
"Where everything, remember!" reminded Natalie as if she could hear Genevieve's internal thoughts. "You promised."
Fine, Genevieve resolved to herself. She wondered if Natalie too had pasties underneath her sexy cop's top. Both pasties were orange stickers that were connected by a thin and silvery chain. Thankfully, the chain was long, so Genevieve would be able to stick the pasties onto her breasts and still wear the costume over it, tucking the chain into her cleavage or so.
Without further ado, Genevieve put on the pasties. They, too, had a soft and wonderful feeling. The pastie on her left breast had the same number imprinted on it: 69420, repeated in a circle around the periphery. The other had the words "INMATE" in the same style. Wow, sexy, Genevieve thought.
Next was the shorts. They were incredibly short and made from a spandex material in the same color. Without examining it too closely, Genevieve slipped them on and pulled them tightly around her crotch. While they felt amazing, she couldn't help by feel embarrassed by what was stamped across her ass in big, athletic font letters: "GUILTY". Wow, what happened to innocent until proven guilty, she thought. But she then shrugged and giggled: I guess I'm already a convicted felon.
The final piece was the top. She slipped it on. It wonderfully hugged her breasts and hid the pasties well (save the bit where the metal was attached which gave off a different impression that her tits were showing. On the right breast was the word INMATE and on the left was the same number. Meanwhile, on the back, in the same size as GUILTY was on her ass, was the 69420 number stenciled in black font.
Well, I look sexy alright, maybe too sexy, thought Genevieve. She took another breath of confidence, brought her hands to her side, and proceeded to exit the room. As soon as she opened the door, Natalia was a meters distance away with a DSLR Photo Camera.
*Click* She took a picture.
"Hey! Who said you can photograph me like this!" protested Genevieve.
