Booktok Costume Novels & Stories

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer

Sigrid carefully looked at the four costumes on the bed and compared them. The catgirl costume was made of the skimpiest material, similar to a bikini. The bunny costume showed the whole legs as if she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit. It also had a pair of black silk stockings in it. The buttons of the nurse's collar were not even sewn, so it must be a deep V collar. The most conservative costume was the maid costume. It covered a large area of her body and it also had socks.

ELIZABETH: The night air was electric with anticipation as I slipped into my costume, a stunning batwoman outfit that hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, the way the black fabric shimmered under the dim light, making me feel both fierce and glamorous. Beside me, my best friend Cheryl was putting the final touches on her Cleopatra costume. The golden accents of her outfit sparkled like sunlight, and her dramatic eye makeup only added to the regal vibe she radiated.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

Carla stated while winking at me. I sighed and finally gave up. I clenched my fists to give myself courage. I put some tiny bits of make-up on my face, then started putting on the clothes. The piece had a short skirt at the front and long at the back. It revealed most of my legs. It was yet another thing that was making me uncomfortable. I took a deep breath and put on the rest of the costume, including the corset, the bolero with a high collar, and a headpiece that looked like a crown in the shape of a heart. As soon as I finished, Carla walked over to examine my efforts. "You look hot!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down, "your make-up is lacking, but those emerald eyes of yours don't need

Ares was laughing. “Kostas, be grateful she has the dress on. You should have seen what she had on before the pink thing.” He spun to look at her, “what was it?” “Two strips of black patent leather. A bandeau which barely covered the girls and a micro mini skirt. All of her flesh was on display except for T and A.” She moved her hands across her chest and then below her waist. “Two tiny strips. The dress she has on now at least has everything covered. Besides, it’s not up to you to choose her clothing. If you want her to like you, you need to let her be the boss. She’s very bossy.”

I gasp immediately. I lift the page to my nose and take a deep inhale of a spicy vanilla mix, and know with every fiber of my being this is from Luke. Goddess, is this how he sees me? It's a drawing of me, in a long flowy dress almost like something a royal would have worn hundreds of years ago. At least I think. So the storybooks would have shown anyhow. It’s sleeveless, with a tight corset with robed lines and it poofs out a bit. The female looks like she could be perfectly at home in it though, or getting ready for a ball. It’s got a larger skirt over it with such an intricate design, unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The look is completed with a large statement necklace that’s clearly made

They had already seen their costumes the other day, so they already knew each other. Safety wore a delicate dark red dress, with thin straps and a long, slightly voluminous skirt that went down to the floor. A white lace shawl completed the look and Alissa left everything more elegant with a necklace and pearl earrings. "Ready to impress Mateo?" Aria asked in jest, while holding her long brown hair in a perfect bun with only two strands in front of her face. Alissa snorted and pouted. However, her face blushed like a bell pepper.

Tonight, we will be strangers. I step up close to her and put my hands on her shoulders. "You look very tasty in that costume, my dear. Here, look." I turn her towards the full length mirror. Her mouth drops open when she gets her first good look at her costume. She is a sexy 'Alice in Wonderland'. Her light blue mini-dress has white ruffles under the hem and a small white apron in front. Each of her white stockings runs up to the middle of her thigh. There is a cute bow at the top of each stocking. I can see several inches of skin between the top of each stocking and the hem of her dress. Black, high-heeled Mary Janes and a light blue hair bow complete the outfit.

Somehow I held in my laugh, but couldn’t hide the smile that took over my face. I hadn’t bothered to check the pile of clothes the elves had given us, but it was clear now that they’d given us clothes of their own kind. The bottom of the Kelly green dress sat just above her knees, and the hem was cut in leaf-like shapes. There were no arms on the dress, just pointed shoulders and a low-cut neckline. And her red boots. She looked hot. Like a sexy cosplay of a character from a fantasy realm. My dick was taking notice. “A dress,” she spat. “They’re sending me on a likely fatal exploration mission, and they want me to do it in a dress?”