Biana Vacker Costume Novels & Stories

Before I can say anything, she’s gone. This is all so weird. The king wants me to dress like a slutty bunny? After a quick shower, Vienna helps me get into the bunny costume. I look at myself in the full-length mirror and grimace. The skirt is just under my buttocks, paired with some net stockings and pink sparkly heels. As if the skirt isn’t already showing enough skin, the crop top exposes almost my entire abdomen. I feel weird, but hey, these people are unusual at times. When in Rome… as they say.

She couldn't let out a tear, her swollen eyes could cry no more, and she could only quiver her lips. “I need to escape his den alongside mum but that's impossible because my mum is still in the hospital.” Bianca thoughts as she picked up the purple dress. “For how long would I give him access to play with my life like his personal toy? Hmmm…” Bianca sighs as she was in deep thought. “I'm so determined to abscond with my mother and I would successfully execute my plans independently” Bianca mustered courage as she pulls off her clothing. Bianca puts on the purple dress with roses on her breast region, it exposes her chest to her tits, covering her nipples. The dress was skimpy on her, shaping

A knock sounded at the door pulling me from my thoughts, There was no key in the room to lock it, that alone was a message, they knew I had nowhere to run. I opened it to find Bianca standing there, dressed in a sleek black gown that draped over her body like a second skin. She smiled, “You clean up well.” I glanced down at myself, the dress they had given me silk, dark red, with a slit high enough to be dangerous, was the most elegant thing I’d ever worn. It felt like a costume, a disguise meant to make me look like I belonged here, I didn’t. “What’s this about?” I asked, arms crossed.

I don’t know what that means. I’m standing in front of my closet trying to find something that says I tried but not too hard, when Vanya shows up in this audacious Wonder Woman costume. The costume is practically a dare: gold-trimmed corset barely clinging to her ribcage, high-cut bottoms showing off legs which she knows are her best feature, and a tiara angled like she’s halfway through a bender. She added glitter, of course. There’s always glitter. “Whoa.” I blink. “We’re wearing costumes?”

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Wyatt smiled happily. “Sure, let’s.” O’Brian replied with a frown as he could feel that he might have just placed the wrong bet this time around. After another five minutes of waiting the door creaked open as Bianca was the first to step into the room with a blue strapless, low back and glittery dress with a slit on the left side. She completed her look with black heels and a little black bag. Her hair was in a curly left-side updo. “Hello dear boys and girls.” Bianca said smiling elegantly something that came naturally to her.

It was still considered the truth, and I was just waiting for the time bomb to explode, revealing my true identity. "Hello, peeps." Bianca's excited voice distracted us. Her appearance is becoming more and more revealing. She is wearing a tiger-print bikini with a wide white skirt, which faintly reveals her red panties. I glared, shaking my head. "No, no, no. You can't wear that." She shook her golden hair that we had dyed two days ago, waltzing away towards the stage while flicking her tongue at us. Maya shook her head roughly beside me. "I should have burned those clothes."

Julia looks around then looked back at me. "He said coach wanted to talk to him." I shrugged and closed my locker. "Or maybe he doesn't want to see you." I turned around to find a smirking Bianca with her little minions. "What do you want Bianca?" Today she was wearing a white tube top with a pink checkered crop blazer and a match tight skirt that was too short, and a high socks that went below her knees and a pink strap heels. Same goes to her two friend all pink. So ironic considering today is Wednesday, as the mean girls quote 'On wednesday we wear pink'.

Liam's POV Bianca sashayed down the stairs in what I believed they called a mermaid dress. It was pale blue, pretty long and so tight-fitted, her curves melted into the dress. Her blonde hair was curled up and pinned with a few strands left to dangle in the front.

It was more like drawing a dagger. "Tell me you two aren't doing what I think you're doing," Bianca said. Even though it was a weekend, she was dressed in a nice, pink blouse and a dark navy skirt. She had her near-black hair tied back in a severe bun. She'd done her makeup, as well, making her angular features appear almost devastatingly beautiful. I felt very much like a turd she'd found on the stairs. "Tell me this isn't what it looks like," Bianca repeated. I paused. I didn't know what to say, except to parrot it back. "It isn't what it looks like," I said. Like that was going to make a difference.