Paper Wig Cosplay Novels & Stories

“But, to answer your question, this is an educational event for prospective submissives to learn more about the lifestyle.” Willow had guessed as much from the sign over the door but was glad to get confirmation. “Come on,” Piper said, grabbing Willow’s hand. “Let’s go see how Rue is doing.” As they passed by the table with the leather costume pieces, Willow saw that one of them was a black mask with attached rabbit ears. She laughed to herself as she thought she needed to take a closer look at that one if she got the chance. Maybe her days as the Easter Bunny weren’t quite behind her yet.

When I came out, Wendy exclaimed dramatically, "Sweetie, this outfit suits you so well! Look at those long, evenly shaped legs. They're gorgeous! You should show off your assets more often." "My legs can't compare to yours, Wendy." I rarely wear such short skirts. While walking, I was afraid of exposing myself and kept tugging the hem down. "What do you think the safety shorts are for?" Wendy said, both amused and exasperated. "Let me put on your wig and do your makeup. Then we can go." Wendy often participates in cosplay, so putting on wigs and doing makeup came naturally to her. After adjusting my wig, she took out her makeup kit and started working on my face.

After dinner and smores, Shiloh walked across the street, but Pagan never saw Cookie take Gertie back to the hotel. The large funeral home and its oversized lot was decorated the most. Both of her cars, the rat rod and hearse, were parked in the lot. As expected, many people wanted pictures. They had lights angled at them and even more decorations around them. The girls ran over for their dad to get their pictures. Shiloh approached with her Elvira costume on and offered to take their pictures with Pagan. Pagan leaned against the rat rod in his Fonzie costume between his vampire and Rosie the Riveter. Cookie and Karan came over in their Black Panther and Black Widow costumes. Pagan wondered

If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets. Riko shyly came forward. She’s getting better with those crutches. “I um… I know it’s different.” she said, chewing her bottom lip. “You… you look. Wow.” I stammered as I stared unblinking at her. Riko will always be beautiful to me. I want to say that upfront. But right now, the wig Bea set her up with is triggering many fantasies for me. It’s a bubble gum pink wig that is currently styled with soft curls hanging past her shoulders with the bangs cut to chin length to frame her face.

Talk about pressure. “Alright then, let’s do this.” He says and leaves, along with two ladies. I turn to the mirror and observe my reflection. The copper red wig I have on seems to go well with my appearance. And my mask is shielding half of my face just as I wanted it. Then I’m wearing a bra that’s barely covering more than my nipples, a super short skirt, thigh high net socks and six inch heels. Tyler would have a heart attack if he could see me now.

When I’m done braiding my hair, my arms are sore, but the long blonde wig slips on effortlessly. I give myself a small as I look in the mirror, this was my alter ego, and I called her Dekara, a name I made up as I played around with my middle name, Adelaide. After spraying myself with anti-scent spray, I finished my look by winding my powers up so tightly inside myself one would think I was merely human, sliding my silver masquerade-style mask on and securing my dagger to my thigh. My mask covered only the top half of my face with intricate swirls that led to the shape of a lotus on my forehead, enough to hide any telltale features. Satisfied, I portal myself outside the castle grounds.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi

There’s a car trailing us behind. “Good. We will be visiting them,” I say, taking off my jacket and remaining in my t-shirt. But I also take it off, leaving me with my bra. “My clothes?” “Here,” Willow says, passing me the bag as I quickly grab it, pulling out a black crop top and a denim jacket with a short skirt. I quickly change into them and take off the combat boots, settling for high-heeled boots. I tie my hair up before putting on a dark brown wig, then apply some red lipstick. I take out my glasses and a hat, putting it on.

“Suit up.” Shit. Feeling vaguely ill as I accepted it, I chanted, “Please don’t be another onesie, please God don’t be another onesie.” Drawing in a deep, bolstering lungful, I dug into the sack and pulled out… A black T-shirt. “A shirt,” Charlie shrieked in outrage. “I’ve had to wear fairy wings, a human banana outfit, and antlers on my head with a white tail on my butt. But Wick gets a freaking shirt? How is that even fair?”

I quickly head to my room and change into fitted black leather pants, a tight black crop-top exposing my flat belly, and black knee high seven-inch boots with two daggers tucked-in. I removed my wig, contacts, and mask before letting my wavy violet hair fall to my waist and putting on some black gloves. When I came out of my room, I ran into Kiro, who was arranging the items he had purchased. He immediately looked in my direction, his mouth hangs a bit and closes it again and I can also see his throat bobs. Star struck are we? "Where are you off too?" He asked while his gaze brushing from my head to toe.