English erotica - The Halloween Costume Contest,
Posted: 03 Nov 2016 10:33
There were few girls in Leah Sturm's school who were more competitive than she was. No, strike that, if any girl tried to be more competitive than Leah, then Leah would just have to out-compete her at being competitive! She was, quite simply, ruthless.
Leah won at everything she put her mind to, and she put that mind to almost everything. She had the best grades in the seventh grade, the nicest clothes, the fanciest phone, the most admirers. She was the striker on her soccer team, scored the most goals and her team always won. She was the first girl to kiss a boy, the first to have a boyfriend and the first one to dump one. Leah did everything first, best and with more pizazz than anyone else and woe be to the poor girl who got in her way.
It didn't seem to occur to Leah that much of her success could be attributed to being born the prettiest girl in her school, with the richest parents - parents who would do anything for her including bribing anyone necessary. As far as Leah was concerned, it was all her doing - she was simply better than everyone else.
And so it was that Leah found herself, as usual, intent on winning - winning at any cost - winning no matter how small or inconsequential the contest. But just this once, there were no parents to help her out. And just this once, her charming smile and gorgeous face weren't going to help her out either. For this particular contest was, in fact, the costume contest at her middle school Halloween party. The contest required wearing a costume that hid the contestant's identity completely. Leah's father had been talked into being one of the judges for the contest, while her mother was chairwoman of the decorations committee, and so her parents refused to help her with the competition. It just wouldn't be fair, they'd said. And to make things worse the other judge for the contest was the mother of a girl from Leah's seventh grade class - a girl who hated her.
But it was a contest, and Leah ALWAYS WON CONTESTS! Always.
So pretty little Leah, for she was both very pretty, with her fine features and striking long red hair, and quite little, at barely four feet seven inches and about 70 pounds, set out to find the perfect costume - a costume guaranteed to get her first prize at the party. But to her infinite annoyance every costume shop, every thrift store, every retail outlet had the same tired, boring, and oh so not-first-place costumes. Princesses, witches, zombies, robots, ghouls, cheerleaders, she-devils, mummies - all of them useless!
Another girl would have given up, but not our dear Leah. She scoured the city for days, until finally, on the eve of the party, she stumbled onto a tiny Halloween shop squeezed between a McDonald's and a Starbucks at the very edge of downtown. Almost desperately, she jumped out of the family town-car and pushed through into the near-deserted shop. She ignored the gaudy cheep Halloween decorations and looked hopefully for a rack of interesting costumes. But there was nothing. Not a costume in sight.
"Damn it!" Leah swore in her little voice as she stomped her tiny foot.
"Excuse me, dear."
Leah whirled around, gasping and startled to find a wizened man towering over her - with the most amazing long bushy white eyebrows. "Oh! Gosh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Uh, do you work here?"
"This is my shop, dear. Professor Imrash West, at your service. I'm sure that whatever you desire, I can help you." The Professor put a spooky emphasis on the word 'whatever' as he stared into Leah's bright green eyes. But at once she felt like she should trust him and maybe he really could help her.
"Uh, do-do you have any costumes?"
"But of course, my dear young lady. Please tell me, what do you need a costume for?"
"Um, for Halloween? You know, tomorrow?" When the old man just looked at her, waiting, Leah felt compelled to fill the silence. "I mean, well, I want to win the costume contest at my school and I have to have the best costume, the very best! Because I have to win. I always win, every time. I just do." Leah suddenly closed her mouth, wondering why she'd gone on like that.
"Ah, I see," the gentlemen answered. "Let me see, let me see, yes, yes, I'm sure I have just the thing. Oh yes." He paused and frowned, looking intently into Leah's pretty face. "Hmm," he said pensively, "but I'm afraid I couldn't just sell you such a costume, a costume guaranteed to win a contest. No, no, no, I couldn't simply sell it."
"Really, you have a costume that's guaranteed to win? Oh please, I want it. I have to have it. You HAVE to sell it to me." Leah's voice rose rather rudely, but then she'd spent far too much time listening to her father speak to clerks and servants in just that tone.
Professor West arched his amazing eyebrows at the little girl and stepped aside, going behind a long counter. "I'm quite sorry, Leah, but I simply can't sell you this particular costume. You'll have to get it another way."
"What other way?!" Leah demanded.
"Well, it's simple enough - you have to give me your wish. Tell me your wish, and if it's a good enough wish - with enough substance - then you can have the costume."
"That's stupid," Leah said rudely. But at no point did she think to question that the elderly man actually did have the perfect costume for her to use to win the contest. At the look of annoyance on his face she realized her mistake and she quickly backpedaled. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm just, ah, confused," she said. "But, um, if that's really what you want, a wish, then I guess I could try?"
"Of course, Leah, my dear, of course," the Professor said with a renewed smile. "Please, tell me your wish."
"Uh, okay, let's see - well, I want to win the contest, more than anything, so, I guess... I wish I could win the costume contest at my school tomorrow and win everything always!" She nodded her head with confidence at the end of her statement, then turned pensive, wondering if it was a good enough wish and why she'd added that bit at the end. What had the old man said - a wish with enough substance?
Professor Imrash West's eyes glowed and the corner of his mouth curled up in a smile that suddenly made Leah shiver. He spoke quietly as if to himself, "Let's see now, a rather simple wish - easily formulated and easily fulfilled - but does it present one with enough to really make it worth the while - yes, yes, I see, oh yes, that's quite nice, quite nice indeed." He fixed his burning eyes on Leah's small frame, looking her up and down once in a frightening way, but then he seemed to shrink back into his older gentlemen form and he said kindly, "Why, yes, Leah, that's a lovely wish and quite sufficient. Let me get you your costume."
Leah looked at the old man with a confused and startled expression, watching as he rummaged around behind the long dusty counter until he produced a simple cardboard box which he handed directly to her.
"There you are, my dear, just as you wished. And remember, Leah, don't open it until it's time to get dressed for your party. I quite guarantee you'll be completely satisfied. You must win the contest - you must. Now, if you don't mind, it's about time for me to be closing up, it's getting late."
And with that, Leah found herself standing on the street, cardboard box in hand. She was nearly home, driven by her father's chauffeur, before it occurred to her that she hadn't paid for the costume, looked at the costume, tried on the costume or had even the slightest idea what kind of costume it was. And how in the world did that man know her name?
Leah stared at the box. It was time to get ready for the party, but she was a little bit afraid. Why had she put her entire plan for winning the contest into this one small box - a box with lord only knows what inside. Why hadn't she opened it this morning, when she might still have time to do something about it? The box could hold a gorilla suit for all she knew. And she didn't have any other ideas. What had made her think that some old man in a grubby little shop would know how she could win her contest? But oh well, it was this box or, well - lose. Unthinkable!
She opened the box. What was she seeing? Lots of gauzy light green material, some silk, pearls, a bottle of liquid, some jewelry. It was confusing. But there was a bracelet, in the corner of the box, that wasn't confusing, although it was an odd bracelet. It was several inches wide, and hinged, with a tiny clasp - not just a bracelet, she realized, an ornamental wrist cuff. At least it was pretty - golden and set with sparkling little stones. It was lovely and it tingled in the palm of her her hand before she placed it around her wrist and snapped it closed.
Suddenly Leah was standing in front of her mirror. What had happened? She stared into the mirror in fascination. She was frightened, but the vision in front of her - herself - was compelling. Her hair! It was platinum blonde! Even her eyebrows had gone blonde. She thought of the box and remembered the small bottle of liquid she'd seen there. Her long, suddenly blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail that arched gracefully upwards and then fell far down her back. And she had bangs covering her forehead - she'd never had bangs before!
Leah's face was almost completely covered by a veil of emerald green silk, rimmed with beautiful pearls, that hung gracefully from a bejeweled tiara entwined in her hair. Everything below her bright and sparkling green eyes was covered by the opaque green veil. It made her eyes, peeking out between the veil and her new bangs, look huge and sultry and, well, downright sexy. Her eyes were darkly lined with black liner and her eyelids were brilliant green as well. No one was going to recognize her! She hardly recognized herself.
Leah's face was completely hidden behind the veil. But the rest of her? The rest of her was either bare or barely hidden behind gauzy green material. Her top was little more than a brassiere made of transparent green gauze and it clearly showed off the gentle curves of her small young breasts - breasts that had only recently become distinct, rounded orbs. Leah noticed immediately the way the thin material managed to hold her tight, lifting up her small boobs to accentuate them, and yet still be completely transparent. Her little nipples stood out clearly, begging for attention. Her arms were bare, as was her midriff - all the way down to the hip-hugging pantaloons of gauze she wore. A lovely green jewel, pressed into her small belly button, twinkled in the light as she twisted to examine it.
And the pantaloons that hugged low on her hips were lovely - the thinest of pretty emerald green gauze that covered her hips, thighs and legs, all the way down to her little feet - without actually covering anything at all. Her nearly hairless slit, so tiny and delicate, was made so much more obvious by the transparent fabric. The curves she had just begun to grow into were accentuated by the flimsy garment. Twisting to see her backside she saw the alluring roundness of her own ass through the green haze. She might as well be naked!
Finally, there was a pair of sparkling green sandals with five-inch spiked heels that gave her legs an amazing, curvaceous look and made them look so much longer.
There was no question that the girl looking back at Leah from the mirror, peeking over the sultry veil, a girl Leah hardly recognized, was incredibly sexual, immodest, erotic and slutty. The slutty harem-girl costume she wore was outrageous and inappropriate and also stunning. Leah was thrilled to be so alluring and horrified at being so exposed and vulnerable - emotions that warred in her young, inexperienced mind.
Staring into the mirror in horror, Leah couldn't remember anything about dyeing her long red hair blonde or putting on the outrageously inappropriate harem slut costume. The last thing she could remember was snapping on the wide wrist-cuff, and looking to her wrists now she saw that both of them were encased in such cuffs. The golden metal and inlaid stones glittered in the light. She tore at the cuffs, but neither would come off. For just a moment both of them seemed to tingle on her wrists. Looking closely she realized that neither cuff had a clasp, nor a hinge, they were both wide, single bands of metal completely encircling her wrists - as if they'd been forged there.
With fear, Leah looked into the mirror again and then tried to pull off the terrible costume. But her hands and arms wouldn't move to pluck at the tiara and veil, or to try to pull off the humiliating semi-blouse. Instead, she saw herself turn and lift up a short cloak of beautiful green silk, with more of the pretty pearls sewn along the edges. She pulled the cloak around her shoulders and buttoned its single button, about an inch below her nipples. Releasing the cloak it settled low on her shoulders, nearly but not quite falling off. She stared in the mirror again. The cloak hung low, barely covering her small breasts enough to hide her nipples. And it fell just barely long enough to cover her ass and her small slit. With the cloak sitting steady on her shoulders she was barely decent. But when she moved from side to side, twisting, the cloak flounced about seductively and opened slightly in the front, just enough to reveal glimpses of forbidden treasures, just enough to hint from front and rear that the cloak was hiding something delightfully lascivious. Leah was completely aghast. And she realized at once that she wouldn't be able to bring either of her arms out from under the terrible cloak without opening it up and revealing her near nakedness to the world. The cloak was the only thing protecting her modesty, but it was also a trap! Her hands might as well be tied behind her back.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to tear the costume off and cover her nakedness, but she could only stare at herself. She wanted to crawl in her closet and hide, but she could only walk towards her bedroom door and turn the handle.
No contest is worth this! Leah thought to herself. I'll just stay home. I don't have to win this. But even as she thought this, she was walking out the door, calling for the chauffeur to drive her back to her middle school for the Halloween party. As carefully planned, the chauffeur had delivered her parents to the school earlier so that they wouldn't see Leah's costume in advance.
Leah won at everything she put her mind to, and she put that mind to almost everything. She had the best grades in the seventh grade, the nicest clothes, the fanciest phone, the most admirers. She was the striker on her soccer team, scored the most goals and her team always won. She was the first girl to kiss a boy, the first to have a boyfriend and the first one to dump one. Leah did everything first, best and with more pizazz than anyone else and woe be to the poor girl who got in her way.
It didn't seem to occur to Leah that much of her success could be attributed to being born the prettiest girl in her school, with the richest parents - parents who would do anything for her including bribing anyone necessary. As far as Leah was concerned, it was all her doing - she was simply better than everyone else.
And so it was that Leah found herself, as usual, intent on winning - winning at any cost - winning no matter how small or inconsequential the contest. But just this once, there were no parents to help her out. And just this once, her charming smile and gorgeous face weren't going to help her out either. For this particular contest was, in fact, the costume contest at her middle school Halloween party. The contest required wearing a costume that hid the contestant's identity completely. Leah's father had been talked into being one of the judges for the contest, while her mother was chairwoman of the decorations committee, and so her parents refused to help her with the competition. It just wouldn't be fair, they'd said. And to make things worse the other judge for the contest was the mother of a girl from Leah's seventh grade class - a girl who hated her.
But it was a contest, and Leah ALWAYS WON CONTESTS! Always.
So pretty little Leah, for she was both very pretty, with her fine features and striking long red hair, and quite little, at barely four feet seven inches and about 70 pounds, set out to find the perfect costume - a costume guaranteed to get her first prize at the party. But to her infinite annoyance every costume shop, every thrift store, every retail outlet had the same tired, boring, and oh so not-first-place costumes. Princesses, witches, zombies, robots, ghouls, cheerleaders, she-devils, mummies - all of them useless!
Another girl would have given up, but not our dear Leah. She scoured the city for days, until finally, on the eve of the party, she stumbled onto a tiny Halloween shop squeezed between a McDonald's and a Starbucks at the very edge of downtown. Almost desperately, she jumped out of the family town-car and pushed through into the near-deserted shop. She ignored the gaudy cheep Halloween decorations and looked hopefully for a rack of interesting costumes. But there was nothing. Not a costume in sight.
"Damn it!" Leah swore in her little voice as she stomped her tiny foot.
"Excuse me, dear."
Leah whirled around, gasping and startled to find a wizened man towering over her - with the most amazing long bushy white eyebrows. "Oh! Gosh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Uh, do you work here?"
"This is my shop, dear. Professor Imrash West, at your service. I'm sure that whatever you desire, I can help you." The Professor put a spooky emphasis on the word 'whatever' as he stared into Leah's bright green eyes. But at once she felt like she should trust him and maybe he really could help her.
"Uh, do-do you have any costumes?"
"But of course, my dear young lady. Please tell me, what do you need a costume for?"
"Um, for Halloween? You know, tomorrow?" When the old man just looked at her, waiting, Leah felt compelled to fill the silence. "I mean, well, I want to win the costume contest at my school and I have to have the best costume, the very best! Because I have to win. I always win, every time. I just do." Leah suddenly closed her mouth, wondering why she'd gone on like that.
"Ah, I see," the gentlemen answered. "Let me see, let me see, yes, yes, I'm sure I have just the thing. Oh yes." He paused and frowned, looking intently into Leah's pretty face. "Hmm," he said pensively, "but I'm afraid I couldn't just sell you such a costume, a costume guaranteed to win a contest. No, no, no, I couldn't simply sell it."
"Really, you have a costume that's guaranteed to win? Oh please, I want it. I have to have it. You HAVE to sell it to me." Leah's voice rose rather rudely, but then she'd spent far too much time listening to her father speak to clerks and servants in just that tone.
Professor West arched his amazing eyebrows at the little girl and stepped aside, going behind a long counter. "I'm quite sorry, Leah, but I simply can't sell you this particular costume. You'll have to get it another way."
"What other way?!" Leah demanded.
"Well, it's simple enough - you have to give me your wish. Tell me your wish, and if it's a good enough wish - with enough substance - then you can have the costume."
"That's stupid," Leah said rudely. But at no point did she think to question that the elderly man actually did have the perfect costume for her to use to win the contest. At the look of annoyance on his face she realized her mistake and she quickly backpedaled. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm just, ah, confused," she said. "But, um, if that's really what you want, a wish, then I guess I could try?"
"Of course, Leah, my dear, of course," the Professor said with a renewed smile. "Please, tell me your wish."
"Uh, okay, let's see - well, I want to win the contest, more than anything, so, I guess... I wish I could win the costume contest at my school tomorrow and win everything always!" She nodded her head with confidence at the end of her statement, then turned pensive, wondering if it was a good enough wish and why she'd added that bit at the end. What had the old man said - a wish with enough substance?
Professor Imrash West's eyes glowed and the corner of his mouth curled up in a smile that suddenly made Leah shiver. He spoke quietly as if to himself, "Let's see now, a rather simple wish - easily formulated and easily fulfilled - but does it present one with enough to really make it worth the while - yes, yes, I see, oh yes, that's quite nice, quite nice indeed." He fixed his burning eyes on Leah's small frame, looking her up and down once in a frightening way, but then he seemed to shrink back into his older gentlemen form and he said kindly, "Why, yes, Leah, that's a lovely wish and quite sufficient. Let me get you your costume."
Leah looked at the old man with a confused and startled expression, watching as he rummaged around behind the long dusty counter until he produced a simple cardboard box which he handed directly to her.
"There you are, my dear, just as you wished. And remember, Leah, don't open it until it's time to get dressed for your party. I quite guarantee you'll be completely satisfied. You must win the contest - you must. Now, if you don't mind, it's about time for me to be closing up, it's getting late."
And with that, Leah found herself standing on the street, cardboard box in hand. She was nearly home, driven by her father's chauffeur, before it occurred to her that she hadn't paid for the costume, looked at the costume, tried on the costume or had even the slightest idea what kind of costume it was. And how in the world did that man know her name?
Leah stared at the box. It was time to get ready for the party, but she was a little bit afraid. Why had she put her entire plan for winning the contest into this one small box - a box with lord only knows what inside. Why hadn't she opened it this morning, when she might still have time to do something about it? The box could hold a gorilla suit for all she knew. And she didn't have any other ideas. What had made her think that some old man in a grubby little shop would know how she could win her contest? But oh well, it was this box or, well - lose. Unthinkable!
She opened the box. What was she seeing? Lots of gauzy light green material, some silk, pearls, a bottle of liquid, some jewelry. It was confusing. But there was a bracelet, in the corner of the box, that wasn't confusing, although it was an odd bracelet. It was several inches wide, and hinged, with a tiny clasp - not just a bracelet, she realized, an ornamental wrist cuff. At least it was pretty - golden and set with sparkling little stones. It was lovely and it tingled in the palm of her her hand before she placed it around her wrist and snapped it closed.
Suddenly Leah was standing in front of her mirror. What had happened? She stared into the mirror in fascination. She was frightened, but the vision in front of her - herself - was compelling. Her hair! It was platinum blonde! Even her eyebrows had gone blonde. She thought of the box and remembered the small bottle of liquid she'd seen there. Her long, suddenly blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail that arched gracefully upwards and then fell far down her back. And she had bangs covering her forehead - she'd never had bangs before!
Leah's face was almost completely covered by a veil of emerald green silk, rimmed with beautiful pearls, that hung gracefully from a bejeweled tiara entwined in her hair. Everything below her bright and sparkling green eyes was covered by the opaque green veil. It made her eyes, peeking out between the veil and her new bangs, look huge and sultry and, well, downright sexy. Her eyes were darkly lined with black liner and her eyelids were brilliant green as well. No one was going to recognize her! She hardly recognized herself.
Leah's face was completely hidden behind the veil. But the rest of her? The rest of her was either bare or barely hidden behind gauzy green material. Her top was little more than a brassiere made of transparent green gauze and it clearly showed off the gentle curves of her small young breasts - breasts that had only recently become distinct, rounded orbs. Leah noticed immediately the way the thin material managed to hold her tight, lifting up her small boobs to accentuate them, and yet still be completely transparent. Her little nipples stood out clearly, begging for attention. Her arms were bare, as was her midriff - all the way down to the hip-hugging pantaloons of gauze she wore. A lovely green jewel, pressed into her small belly button, twinkled in the light as she twisted to examine it.
And the pantaloons that hugged low on her hips were lovely - the thinest of pretty emerald green gauze that covered her hips, thighs and legs, all the way down to her little feet - without actually covering anything at all. Her nearly hairless slit, so tiny and delicate, was made so much more obvious by the transparent fabric. The curves she had just begun to grow into were accentuated by the flimsy garment. Twisting to see her backside she saw the alluring roundness of her own ass through the green haze. She might as well be naked!
Finally, there was a pair of sparkling green sandals with five-inch spiked heels that gave her legs an amazing, curvaceous look and made them look so much longer.
There was no question that the girl looking back at Leah from the mirror, peeking over the sultry veil, a girl Leah hardly recognized, was incredibly sexual, immodest, erotic and slutty. The slutty harem-girl costume she wore was outrageous and inappropriate and also stunning. Leah was thrilled to be so alluring and horrified at being so exposed and vulnerable - emotions that warred in her young, inexperienced mind.
Staring into the mirror in horror, Leah couldn't remember anything about dyeing her long red hair blonde or putting on the outrageously inappropriate harem slut costume. The last thing she could remember was snapping on the wide wrist-cuff, and looking to her wrists now she saw that both of them were encased in such cuffs. The golden metal and inlaid stones glittered in the light. She tore at the cuffs, but neither would come off. For just a moment both of them seemed to tingle on her wrists. Looking closely she realized that neither cuff had a clasp, nor a hinge, they were both wide, single bands of metal completely encircling her wrists - as if they'd been forged there.
With fear, Leah looked into the mirror again and then tried to pull off the terrible costume. But her hands and arms wouldn't move to pluck at the tiara and veil, or to try to pull off the humiliating semi-blouse. Instead, she saw herself turn and lift up a short cloak of beautiful green silk, with more of the pretty pearls sewn along the edges. She pulled the cloak around her shoulders and buttoned its single button, about an inch below her nipples. Releasing the cloak it settled low on her shoulders, nearly but not quite falling off. She stared in the mirror again. The cloak hung low, barely covering her small breasts enough to hide her nipples. And it fell just barely long enough to cover her ass and her small slit. With the cloak sitting steady on her shoulders she was barely decent. But when she moved from side to side, twisting, the cloak flounced about seductively and opened slightly in the front, just enough to reveal glimpses of forbidden treasures, just enough to hint from front and rear that the cloak was hiding something delightfully lascivious. Leah was completely aghast. And she realized at once that she wouldn't be able to bring either of her arms out from under the terrible cloak without opening it up and revealing her near nakedness to the world. The cloak was the only thing protecting her modesty, but it was also a trap! Her hands might as well be tied behind her back.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. She wanted to tear the costume off and cover her nakedness, but she could only stare at herself. She wanted to crawl in her closet and hide, but she could only walk towards her bedroom door and turn the handle.
No contest is worth this! Leah thought to herself. I'll just stay home. I don't have to win this. But even as she thought this, she was walking out the door, calling for the chauffeur to drive her back to her middle school for the Halloween party. As carefully planned, the chauffeur had delivered her parents to the school earlier so that they wouldn't see Leah's costume in advance.