Charming Coven Cosplay

Author's Note

This is my first short story in the third person. There is likely going to be some errors, so please leave some constructive criticism letting me know how I should improve. I may also submit another story for the Halloween Contest, but I'm not sure how much time I will have to do so. But anyways, enjoy!

Charming Coven Cosplay

Cassie was no stranger to loneliness. She was only

just

floating through life even though she was only 20 years old. Her eyes opened, staring at her ceiling fan as it slowly spun in a hypnotic manner.

The few friends she had from High School were in college, and none of them were really close friends so they didn't really keep in touch other than the few times a year they would send a quick "Merry Christmas!" or a "Happy Birthday!", Cassie was alone.

Well, as alone as a 20-year-old woman who lives with her divorced mother can be. Her parents split when she was 14, only to find out that her Dad was getting married to an absolute knockout of a woman. Her name was Rebecca, and she was in her mid-30's, an ex-model, now avid painter.

Cassie would never admit it to Brenda - her mom - but she secretly admired Rebecca. So much so that she wished she could be a model like her. Then people would like her and pay attention to her. No longer would she be harassed and humiliated by her school bullies. But that was the 15-year-old version of Cassie. The Cassie of now knew all too well that it would never happen, she could never get the confidence and work done to even attempt that career.

It saddened her that she was unable to participate in something that she only felt more passionate about the more often she would ask Rebecca about her former career. Her dad was happy to support her in any way he could, but Cassie never told anyone that she wanted to try it out.

Cassie looked down at her body, still wearing her pajama clothes which consisted of a worn-out shirt she got when she was 10, and a pair of pink cotton panties. The shirt had holes in it and didn't even reach her bellybutton. She knew she didn't really have anything to hide though.

Her most hated nickname in High School was "No Ass Cass", and to be fair, they were not wrong. Cassie was the opposite of curvy. She had always been skinny and bony, only having barely there A-cups, and an ass that was - as you probably have guessed - nonexistent. One of the only things she had going for her is that you could say she had a cute face. With a short bob of brown hair which framed her face, long eyelashes, and light hazel eyes, she was pretty easy on the eyes.

None of that really mattered if the rest of herself never caught up. She could thank her mom's genetics for all of that. Her mom had always been very skinny. She was a bit of a nut when it came to running. That gave her the stereotypical "runner's body" since she too had a flat chest and a boney butt, perfect for being a runner, but terrible if you ever wanted to be seen as sexy.

Cassie would lay awake at night, playing with herself, wishing that she could be beautiful like Rebecca. Cassie would imagine she had Rebecca's D-cups, and her heart shaped bubble butt. She would think of all the people who would be looking at her, knowing that she was capable of stealing all of the attention in the room.

Cassie jerked awake yet again, realizing her hand was in her panties, rubbing her clit. She was so sleepy that she had been half-asleep, imagining being a hot sexy model.

She rose out of bed, her hair a mess since it had been a few days since her last shower. She knew she would need to take one before work today, otherwise people were gonna notice her uncleanliness. Most days Cassie didn't even know why she cared about looking presentable at work anyways, it wasn't like she needed to impress anyone.

Cassie worked at a mall arcade, one which she had worked at since she was 17. It was a very easy-going place, only really needing 2 people max to man the place most of the time. The owner rarely came in. He usually would show up once Cassie counted out the machines earnings at the end of the month. He would give her a handful of quarters "as a tip" he would say.

It was early in the morning, but Cassie didn't want to sleep all day up until she needed to leave for her shift. Getting in the shower she lazily cleaned herself, only caring to do the bare minimum needed to be presentable.

After the shower she went back to her room and booted up her self-built PC. This was probably the only thing she was ever proud of that came from the money her job made her. Cassie was pretty hardcore into video games, anime, and movies... nerd stuff to be honest.

Cassie booted up a multiplayer shooter and went at that for an hour until she got tired of 12-year-olds yelling misogynistic comments at her. As much as she loved multiplayer games, the moment they found out she was a girl they either told her to make a sandwich or asked her what she was wearing. She wished she could say fuck it and just go full E-girl, but she knew that wasn't possible either since she was so shy and unattractive.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as she heard the front door slam, indicating that her mom was home from her job as a director of nursing at Harborview Hospital. The fact that her mom had slammed the door showed that she was not in a good mood. Her mom's job was very stressful, but she was well respected by her peers and the money she made was no joke.

"Cass! Are you up?" Her mom yelled from down the hallway, as her footsteps quickly grew closer. Before Cass could even respond her mom opened the door without so much as a knock. "Still playing your video games I see." Cassie's mom said, a hint of disdain in her voice. She wasn't a fan of any of Cassie's hobbies, thinking they were a waste of time.

"Uh, yeah mom, I was actually about to get up and make breakfast, I gotta head to work in like 2 hours." Cassie said meekly, withering under her mom's stern gaze. Cassie always felt ashamed that she had no life direction, especially when her mom had been so hardworking and successful in her career. For that matter, she knew her mom thought the same things about her, like why she didn't seem to have any motivation, and why her hobbies were so unproductive.

Her mother Brenda grew up with parents that didn't really care what she did with her life, and so at the age of 18 she moved out, and worked her way through nursing school. Then getting her Masters in order to become an Advanced Practice Registered Nurse, she was the exact opposite of her parents. It was because of all of that that Brenda grew up with little to no social life, it was actually a miracle that she met her ex-husband - Cassie's dad - at all. And it was because of these workaholic tendencies that her ex cheated on her, ending up with them getting divorced.

"Alright," Brenda said, sighing, "I'm gonna shower, just make sure to leave me some and to clean up after you are done in the kitchen."

Cassie nodded and with that her mom turned around and headed to the master bath to wash off. Cassie knew that her mom loved her, but she also knew that she didn't understand her. Just like her mom was the opposite of her parents, Cassie was the opposite of her mom. While it wouldn't be fair to say that Cassie was a slacker or a burnout, instead she thought of herself as more apathetic and lost.

Cassie felt as if the gods of good genetics had cursed her to want for a career that she would never be able to do, and that honestly left her depressed most days.

~*~

Cassie made a pretty standard bacon, eggs, and toast breakfast, she could have made more since the only upside of her rather boring body was that she just didn't gain weight. That was a double edged sword as well since she had a hard time building muscle, then maintaining it.

By the time Cassie finished her food her mom had walked into the kitchen wearing a sports bra and tights. Cassie looked at the clothing, noting that her mom didn't even need to wear a bra since she was completely flat. Cassie felt a quick jolt of frustration towards her mother which then faded as she remembered that it wasn't like her mom intentionally made her this way, but sometimes Cassie wished she got her genetics from her dad's side of the family.

Both of her aunts on her dad's side were stacked. You could say they were a little overweight, but they still had the stereotypical late 40's milf body. It was all just so unfair for Cassie, why couldn't she be like that?

Cassie snapped herself out of that thought-spiral, knowing that to continue that cycle yet again would put her into another depressive episode.

"Have you taken your medicine this morning?" Cassie's mom asked.

"I was just about to... I wanted to get some food in me before doing that." Cassie replied, not wanting to meet her mom's judging gaze. She got up and washed her plate off, putting it in the dishwasher before she headed to her room.

Cassie looked down at her medication.

Another day, another pill

she thought, as she popped it into her mouth and swallowed. Shortly after her parents' divorce, she had gone to therapy for depression/anxiety, the catalyst being the dissolution of her family structure. This was apparently one of the few genes she got from her father's side. Her grandma on her dad's side had a history of severe depression, and it seemed she was the next lucky one to get those depression genes.

As much as Cassie hated taking medication, she also knew that it was necessary to keep her functioning. It really did help her, but it more so just leveled out her peaks and valleys, allowing her to be more emotionally stable.

Not wanting to think any more about her own mental state she booted up an anime on SushiRoll that she had been enjoying, wanting to just turn her brain off until she had to head to work.

~*~

Arriving at work Cassie saw her other coworker, Alice, who had been working there for almost a year and was soon going to graduate high school. Alice was one of the "weird kids" that you would see at school, not caring what others thought of them, going from class to class with their rolling backpacks, and their constant reading of fanfiction.

Cassie knew this because, of course, Alice loved telling her about her own fanfiction that she wrote for the TV show "Supernatural". Alice really loved just shipping characters that had no right being together. Cassie grew up a huge fan of the show, but she would never tell Alice that, not wanting to encourage her inane ramblings about how Castiel was actually perfect husband material and how she wishes she could kiss him.

Now, this was the odd part for Cassie, while Alice's personality was grating, she was actually pretty hot when she made herself up. Alice was probably 5'3", she had long blonde hair, wore thick horn rimmed glasses. But her body was stacked she had huge tits, and a fat ass, Alice was not fat by any means, but she was delectably plump, or so Cassie thought.

If it wasn't clear by now, Cassie is Bisexual, and she has known this since she was 12 years old.

While Cassie found Alice physically attractive, she could not get passed her personality.

"Morning Cass!" Alice waved at her with excitement.

"Morning Alice." Cassie groaned inwardly, already knowing that Alice was geared up to start talking about something.

"Hey so I was wondering if you could read something that I wrote?" Alice asked.

"It's not more of your Dean + Castiel fanfiction, is it?" Cassie asked with a sigh.

"Oh, no, it's actually a fully original novella that I have been writing." Alice said, unable to contain her excitement.

Cassie couldn't decide if this was better or worse than reading Alice's fanfiction.

"What is it about?" Cassie asked.

"It's about a powerful warlock who enslaves a beautiful princess, but over time the princess begins to develop feeling for her captor, and well I can't tell you more than that since that would spoil the ending."

Cassie was actually somewhat interested in the plot, it had been a while since she read anything, and a short novella might just do the trick.

Before Cassie could answer, she heard multiple footsteps behind her approaching. Turning around, Cassie blanched when she who the footsteps belonged to. Three guys and a girl, all of them were bullies to her in high school, and they liked to harass her from time to time since they all had jobs that were pretty close to the mall.

"How's it going flatty?" The girl smirked, her smarmy attitude palpable.

"Hey Shanice." Cassie mumbled. "What do you want?" Cassie knew what she wanted, but Shanice always like playing the game of pretending like she didn't torture her at every chance she got.

"Oh, you know, we just came here to play some games, and talk to our former classmate, No Ass Cassie." Shanice giggled at mentioning Cassie's nickname.

Cassie cringed, her eyes locked to the ground, unwilling to look at the group in front of her.

"Cassie, you can go into the back and get the coin machines restocked, ill handle them." Alice whispered into Cassie's ear. Cassie breathed a sigh of relief, before thanking Alice and walking into the backroom.

Alice was good to Cassie. So much so that Cassie often felt guilty that she judged Alice's passions so harshly. Alice had been nothing but kind to her, and that made Cassie feel like shit for evening thinking about Alice in any negative light. She told herself that it was because she was a bad person, and that maybe if she treated Alice more like a friend than a coworker, then maybe she would learn how to talk comfortably with her.

Grabbing a bag full of rolls of quarters, Cassie went to the money exchanging machine in order to restock it. Yet again though she was ambushed by one of Shanice's cronies, Arin.

"So, tell me Stringbean, how has your hot step-mother been?" He said to her, cornering her against the change machine. Arin was much taller than her, so all he had to do to appear intimidating was to just stand over her. "You should really get some sexy nudes of her, would love to see those big tits of hers." Arin grinned, looking at Cassie as though she was prey, ripe for the slaughter.

"I-I'm not doing that A-Arin, there is no way she would ever want to show her body off to a slob like you!" Cassie hissed out, trying to get Arin to leave her alone.

"Well, that's a shame Stringbean, because I sure as shit don't wanna see your naked body. Would basically be like looking at a boy's body." He smirked, staring into her eyes intensely.

Cassie felt her eyes begin to water as she tried to hold back the pain she felt from being humiliated for her most obsessed upon flaw. They knew how to hurt her, they had perfected it all throughout high school, and it was a big reason she was so obsessed with her body.

"Aw gonna cry flatass?" She hears Shanice say off to her side, now noticing that she and the rest of the crew had arrived to laugh at her.

Cassie ducked under Arin's arm and ran out of the arcade. She finally came to a stop at the central hub of the mall where all of the bench seats were. She sat down next to the community board, which hosted various ads for tutoring or music teachers, all the way to announcements about an upcoming convention.

At the moment Cassie didn't care about her surroundings, she just sat on the empty bench and pulled her knees up to her flat chest. Her face hidden by her legs she cried a bit; she cried at how unfair it all was. Why her, why couldn't they leave her alone?

After a few minutes Cassie extended her legs and sat up, drying her face off with her shirt. She glanced over at the board, noting the multitude of personal ads and flyers. But one stood out to her more than the others.

Standing up with a stretch, Cassie made her way to the bright blue flyer. With curiosity she read it.

Help Wanted:

Looking for a female model (No experience necessary!) to help me with my brand new cosplay business. I will give anyone a chance because I know I can make them shine!

Call my number at ***-***-**** for further inquiries about this position!

Cassie felt a flutter in her stomach as she read the flyer. Strangely she felt like this could be her chance, the proverbial foot in the door. The fact that it was cosplay too was a plus since Cassie was already decently knowledgeable about the subjects it covered.

Cassie pulled her phone out and dialed the number, but before she pressed the call button she hesitated. Remembering all of the times she was ridiculed for how she looked, she almost closed her phone and put it away, but with one final jolt of confidence she pressed the button and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, this is Charming Coven Cosplays, how may I help you?" Cassie was surprised at the sound of this woman's sultry voice. The woman sounded like if sex itself had a voice. "Hello??" The woman's voice repeated, becoming impatient at Cassie's lack of response.

"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry miss, hi my name is Cassie a-and I saw your flyer at the mall, and I w-was wondering if the position was still open?" Cassie was visibly shaking, her anxiety skyrocketing, making her breathing shallow and shaky.

"First of all, calm down honey." The woman's voice felt as though it echoed throughout her skull, and by the time the reverberations stopped, Cassie was strangely calm. "See now that wasn't so bad, was it?" The woman asked.

"I-I guess not." Cassie responded, a look of confusion on her face. She had never so easily overcome an anxiety attack like that, and she was flabbergasted at the speed in which it receded.

"So, the model position. That is what you were calling for?" She asked Cassie who had spaced out in thought once again.

"Um, Yes! Yes! That's why I called, I noticed it said no experience, and that you could make anyone shine."

Cassie could almost hear the smile in the woman's voice, "How about you come down to my studio and we can do an interview in person? Are you free at the moment?"

"Um... I still have work for the next few hours, but I could come by at say 5pm?" Cassie said, nervous she may miss the chance due to her job.

"Hmmm," the woman went silent with thought, "Alright, 5pm it is, now I want you to bring something with you when you come here, and it will be a big reason as to whether or not you get hired." Cassie gulped, her nerves once again rising. "I need to bring a piece of jewelry or just something that you wear often that has significance to you." Cassie was confused at that but thought that it was probably some sort of superstition this lady had.

"Okay! 5pm, I'll be there!" Cassie said, her belly alit with excitement and anxiety. With that the line hung up and Cassie went running off back to the arcade feeling a bit better about her day already.

~*~

What the hell am I gonna bring

Cassie wondered. There was a time in her teens when she had piercings and wore some rings or necklaces, but since graduating high school she hasn't cared enough to really accessorize.

She would ask her mom, but it was likely that she was already asleep since she worked graveyard shift.

Digging in her closet she finally found an old jewelry box of hers. Cassie had fond memories of this box, it was a present from her dad when she turned 12. She wanted to get her ears pierced so she could look grown up, so her dad got her the box to keep her accessories.

"How did I even forget about this?" Cassie asked herself, trying to think back to why this was buried in her closet.

Unable to think of the reason she shrugged it off for now. Sitting on her bed she opened up the box and looked through the jewelry. Her goth/punkish phase was where she got the majority of the jewelry, so they all had a certain style to them that Cassie found corny now a days.