Poppy Troll Costume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I made the sashes myself." Carly’s eyebrow cocked as she studied the Treat costume. The cups on the bikini-style top looked like white frosting, with two faux red gumdrops attached right at the nipples. The bikini bottom was also solid white, with a design printed right over the crotch: a 3-inch-tall piece of candy corn, its triangle shape mimicking the triangle of pussy hair underneath. The outfit also came with red-and-white striped thigh-highs. Plus, of course, the pink satin sash reading “TREAT.”

“Well, no one could miss us. Trent will see us anywhere.” Poppy looked at the dresses, then laughed. It was true. Poppy was wearing a bright blue dress that hugged her figure, with April in green and Sophie in yellow. “We are a colorful palate, that’s for sure. If you are not comfortable, let me know. We still have time to change.”

"Oh. Roxy. I think his real name is Richard, but he refuses to answer you unless you call him Roxy. He's a professional drag queen, so his workday starts around eight o'clock at night. I come home from work, and he's just getting ready to head out." Poppy sipped her water and smiled fondly. "He's like, six and a half feet tall, without heels. For around the house, he wears these funky turbans. He keeps his head shaved, I think to make the wigs go on more easily. When he's dressed for a show, he's this gorgeous, fierce glamazon." She grinned at Hunter. "Once in a while, I let him talk me into coming out to a show. He thinks I work too much."

club. “I’m not a fucking doll!” Poppy snatched up the bag of her clothes, seething at the disregard for her things, “I may not be a rich, spoiled heiress who gets the best of the best. I worked hard for what I had and I doubt very much that if you were on your own at 17 you could have done better while paying for college and working for a thieving bitch. So fuck off. No one asked me what I liked, what colors or styles I preferred. No one bothered to see if I liked frilly dresses or pants. No. You all just decided that I was some mindless, brainless toy to play dress up with. I’m a fucking human being. With fucking opinions. And I absolutely hate the color pink. Seriously, I’m a red head. Do

“Dear sweet couples, Pollyie had already sewn your costumes for the dance night. You may tell Pollyie if your costumes do not fit ahead of time.” ---~~~--- When they got home, they saw a big box delivered at the front door. Bobby brought it inside while Tiffie took the cutter. Excitement went through her veins. Quickly, she slid the cutter at every side of the box to cut the transparent tape. Carefully, Bobby opened the left side of the box. They rubbed their eyes out after they saw their costumes. It has a black Venus-cut dress decorated with little diamonds. The red curly frills were attached to the edge of the dress. Bobby took the V-neck white Long-sleeves and black slacks. Then, he glim

I take two bottles of cold water out of the fridge and turn back to Poppy . "God you two are so in love it's gross. Now get over here it's face mask time" Poppy states as she picks up the container filled with sticky green cream and tosses me a head band. I pull it around my face and secure the hairs out of the way as we both begin to cover our skin with the cream.

Chloe’s car wasn’t tinted, so as it drove through the gate after I opened it, I caught a glimpse of Poppy sitting beside her, though her gaze was busy exploring the surroundings. After closing the gate, I followed them to the driveway where Chloe had stopped. By the time I reached them, both had already gotten out of the car. Poppy immediately turned toward her sister and clung to her arm, her eyes still wandering around. She was dressed in a light pink dress that flowed elegantly to her knees, paired with delicate doll shoes that added a charming touch. Her hair fell in soft waves, catching the sunlight and framing her face with a natural glow. She also wore one of the pearl hairclips from

She exclaimed, taking out her shirts and skirt, “Though yer gonna hafta change in here.” “...” I realized the fatal flaw in my plan to cheer her up, however… “That’s fine by me.” I felt comfortable enough with her to trust her fully, since she was my best friend now, “Just like, cover up the bars and door with your blanket so no one can spy on us.” “Roger that boss!” With that, Poppy worked on setting up a barrier to stop anyone from watching us. Once that was complete, for the rest of the morning, I tried on different variations and combinations of Poppy’s and my own clothes.

I feel a little evil saying the words, but it’s true. A vicious smile takes over Poppy’s otherwise sweet face. “Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so, miss? I’m always down for a little bit of vengeance. You can always wear a costume when you go out in public. And if you think he’ll still be suspicious, bring someone along with you who can make sure that he’s thrown off.” “What do you mean?” I ask, tapping my chin.

Paisley let out a breathy laugh when three people dressed in spongebob, winnie the pooh, and Jerry mascot costumes walked out holding a chocolate cake. "Happy birthday, dear Karter ~" they paused, and from nowhere; a man dressed in a ridiculously colorful outfit and a really tall purple hat jumped out with a wide grin, provoking a loud giggle squeal from Karter who kept clapping for the strangers. The colorful man took a deep breath in, then went down before them on one knee; taking out a small box from his suit pocket. "Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuu~!" He ended in a surprisingly sweet tone, and the crowd of strangers cheered for little Karter.