Jennifer usually put in a lot of effort into her Halloween costumes. Last year she went as a witch and spent hours on her makeup and broom. Before that, she went as a cheerleader but managed to get an official Dallas Cowboys uniform and even learned the cheers. But this year, she was letting her friend Allison choose the costume.
It all started during a bet. They were playing a board game.
"Jennifer, I bet I can outdo your Halloween game," said Allison.
Jennifer, thinking that was absurd, replied: "Shut up Allison, my costume game is prime. In fast, last year you just went as a ghost."
"Sure, but I'm willing to go all out this year, but I get to choose the costumes," shot back Allison. It always surprised Jennifer that Allison usually had poor costumes. She was an attractive girl, with breasts fit for a model and usually a wardrobe well equipped for any event. Oddly, she just never had shown a penchant for a good Halloween costume.
Jennifer also considered herself attractive, with slender brown hair and perky breasts. She just loved dressing up, and showing off her body at events.
After thinking about it for a little bit, she figured that worst comes to worst, she will have one poor Halloween in the books. Maybe this would inspire Allison to be a bit more creative.
"Ok, you are on," said Jennifer, "But no pre-made costumes."
"Yup, don't worry."
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Fast forward to Halloween, and Jennifer and Allison were going to go to a costume party in Brooklyn hosted by their sorority sister from their college. They lived in Manhattan and it was a bit of a trek to Brooklyn, but they were pretty excited to see everyone and their costumes.
Jennifer was waiting at home. Allison was supposed to arrive soon, and she was bringing their costumes. She hadn't the faintest clue what it was going to be. While this was a friendly bet, she hoped it was something good. After all, she just loved to dress up.
The doorbell rang.
"Allison, is that you?" said Jennifer, as she walked towards the door.
"Hey Jennifer, I have our costumes, but I need you to unlock the door and then turn around, as I want mine to be a surprise," yelled Alison from the other side.
Hmmm. Perplexing, thought Jennifer. Maybe this won't be such a let down after all. She said that sounded good, unlocked the door, and then turned around, closing her eyes for extra effect.
Allison presumably walked in, Jennifer hearing she had some sort of heel or boots on since the footsteps were audible. But then all of a sudden she back Allison's hands grab her wrists, pull them back behind her body, and a cold, metallic device encircle her wrists all of a sudden. It happened all so fast.
"Allison, what the fuc-" yelled Jennifer, unable to see what was going on.
"Jennifer Malone, you are under arrest for false impersonation," said Allison in a theatrical voice.
OMG, thought Jennifer. Was Allison really going for the cop and prisoner set-up. She then realized that the cold metal things around her wrists must be handcuffs. She quickly tugged her wrists apart and felt there was a chain attached. A short chain as well - these felt like real handcuffs.
Allison then tugged on Jennifer's left arm and spun her around.
Damn. She looked stunning. She had on a police cap and was wearing blue heels and dark navy tights. Her outfit was a blue unitard but across her breasts was the word "POLICE" in white ink. She could tell Allison had stamped it on herself given minor discrepancies. She had on a realistic looking badge, and around her waist was a belt with a realistic looking baton, another two sets of dangling handcuffs, a pouch slightly smaller than a tennis ball, and a walkie talkie. On one side of her chest was a nametag that was engraved with the words "OFFICER ALLISON".
Allison smiled and then turned around so Jennifer could see the back of her uniform. It was snuggly fit alongside her body, and had the word POLICE on the back as well in larger letters.
"Damn Allison you look stunning," replied Jennifer, still in a frenzy due to her arms handcuffed behind her back.
"Thanks hun, but it's time to get you processed," she said coyly, with a little smirk. Jennifer was impressed that she was actually staying in character. She had clearly put in a lot of work.
"What do you mean, processed?" asked Jennifer, albeit knowing what Allison meant. Allison spun her around again, then unlocked the handcuff from one wrist, turned Jennifer around, and then locked her hands in it quickly in the front. Jennifer was pretty impressive how smooth that was; it was like she had been practicing it.
"So what am I going to be, your prisoner?" asked Jennifer.
"Oh hun, you aren't just my prisoner. Tonight you are a prisoner of the New York State Government," smirked Allison. She then fetched a bag by the door that she had brought in with her.
"Ok, very funny, but my costume better not just be these handcuffs, as fun as that sounds," Jennifer replied.
Allison looked up at her and said mysteriously, "oh you are going to wish your costume was just the handcuffs."
Wow, a threat? She was amused how much in character Allison had gotten, though she was also a little bit nervous what she meant. Deciding to get into character herself, Jennifer shot back, "Alright, you bitch, bring it on."
Allison smiled as she withdrew something rolled up from her bag. She then proceeded to go to the wall in the back. Then Allison unfurled the thing, letting it roll out with gravity. Jennifer noted that it was pasting to the wall as she did that, and then realized it had numbers for height and everything. She realized what was up: it was a mugshot background. Wow, Allison had actually gotten a prop as well.
Allison went back to Jennifer and then dragged her by her handcuffed arms in front of the mugshot background. Jennifer joked in protest, "wow, good job with this, but a fancy ruler isn't fixing up my simple costume situation right now."
Allison just smiled in response and had Jennifer stand in front of the background. She then touched Jennifer's hair to quickly straighten it up, and then said, "Alright prisoner, time for you to get booked."
"I'm sorry, I beg your pardon miss?" said Jennifer coyly, but also a little sincerely confused.
She then proceeded to take out of the bag a folded up camera tripod and an old fashioned looking camera. How much money had she spent on these props, wondered Jennifer? This was more involved than even the year she dressed up as a cheerleader. Allison set up the tripod, and mounted the camera on top.
"Don't worry Jen, this won't be in tomorrow's newspaper," Allison winked, before turning around, "Or will it."
