Novel & Cerita Costume Tf

"You are a complete jackass out there." Without giving it any thought, I remarked that "it's an entirely different costume." “Costume?” Sharon was able to take a brief break from her rant in order to look up at me with an annoyed expression. I looked down at myself and lightly touched the lapel of the tuxedo jacket I was wearing with my thumb. I stated that "this is a completely different outfit from my team uniform," which is what I normally wear. She shouted, "So what," which translates to "you become an entirely different person because you are dressed in a different...costume?"

She whispered, “Mr. Crawford, I know you’re not fond of festivities, but could you at least check the bag? Liam chose a costume from his favorite movie, ‘Mary Poppins,’ just for you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.” She handed me the bag, and I reluctantly took it. Liam’s face lit up as I accepted it. Retreating to my room, I inspected the simple costume: black pants, a grey dress shirt, a black undercoat, a red scarf, and a grey ivy cap. The quality wasn't top-notch, but it would do. As I changed into the costume, I looked at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, I didn’t seem odd at all. In fact, I looked quite dashing, resembling a well-dressed man from the mid-1950s. I hop

As I headed back to the dorm, I texted Finley. Phoebe: Hayden’s out. Still down for the costume shop? Finley: Hell yeah! Meet me out front. That night, Tyra, Finley, and I piled into Tyra’s car and headed to FutureWear Rentals, the best damn costume shop in town for sci-fi and futuristic gear. The second we walked in, I was hit with sensory overload—rows and rows of badass-looking suits, neon-lit bodysuits, and cybernetic armor. "Alright, let’s find the coolest shit they have," Tyra declared, practically skipping toward the racks.

One might say that Sidney and Mary played a significant role in their upbringing. Sidney wore a costume of silk in the fashion of a sultan, while Mary coordinated her costume by having her dressmaker fashion a modest Turkish harem dress of taffeta and silk that blended well with Sidney’s design. Both wore turbans with a rich red broach centered just over the forehead. They giggled and tee-heed like young children while they waited for Elise and Alexander to join them.

My bright red apple. Abbie purred at my promise. "You better. I'd almost forgot she had the corset, actually." "You already owned this Taylor? What the heck for?" She tugged at the garment here and there, adjusting it into place. Better still. "I do a little cosplaying at cons sometimes. You can make insane money off these dorks just to pose and smile. Corset set me back two hundred bucks, but I raked in close to six grand off it so far this year."

The air in the Land Rover was so thick with unspoken garbage that I actually rolled down the window just to breathe. Dominic was back in his "Titan of Industry" costume. Dark suit, jaw set like a marble ledge, and eyes that didn't see anything except the road and whatever corporate war he was currently winning in his head.

I follow behind him as he makes his way past the bar. We eventually come to a stop when we get to the women’s locker room. Christoph moves forward, opens a locker, and takes something out of it. “Here.” He says, handing me a small piece of sheer material. I look at the material in surprise and almost faint when I realize it’s some kind of see-through, short, black toga. I extend it over my hands and turn it over. It’s most definitely sheer. I look up at an expectant Christoph. “Um…what’s this?” He raises an eyebrow suggestively. “It’s your uniform doll. And you can’t wear a bra with it.” Nausea collects in my throat. “Are you serious?” I ask, trying not to let my hysteria overwhelm me. It’s

I went with silver and purple shades and instead of a royal cloak, I chose more of a traditional costume. It was a half-pleated cashmere kilt wound around the lower half of the body with a pleated section drawn to the front. The material was soft and flowed against my skin. For my shoulders and arms, I chose white fur. While a broad silver belt with our pack’s symbol engraved on it was to hold my costume together. The chest was to remain bare except for a large silver amulet. For my feet, I chose a pair of silver ankle-length sandals. My hair were perfectly braided with silver and purple ribbons to complete the look.

I muttered to myself. “The selection is ready, Madame,” the second woman, a stylist named Chloe, announced, pulling open a garment bag. Racks of clothing appeared, seemingly from nowhere, silks, cashmeres, sharp wool suits, all in muted, expensive colors. “Mr. Conti specified elegant, modest, but memorable for the initial meeting. And no pastels.” My eyes glazed over the price tags I didn't dare look at. “He’s so thoughtful,” I said, dripping sarcasm that was entirely lost on the two professionals. “He didn't send clothes; he sent a uniform. A costume for the role.”

Above the chest was a long-sleeved, sparkly body-hugging blouse linked to a pair of bloomers with suspenders. She had no legwear on either, so the bloomers looked just like a pair of swimming trunks. As such, as she knelt with her rump up, Charlie was trying not to stare to avoid being rude. Tanya could sense his gaze nonetheless and waved, "See you later, Mr. Wade!" "Yeah, see you later!" Charlie replied, nodding before leaning toward Claire to ask, "What is that costume? It's almost like some weird fetish…" Claire was blushing too as she whispered back, "Nope. I don't even know if there's a name for it… But I guess it's a personal thing?"