Regina George Bunny Costume Novels & Stories

“Zion!” I laughed softly. “Hear me out. But if we lose… you wear a bunny costume that I pick out and do everything I tell you to. Deal?” “A bunny?!” She hissed, her face turning red. “Like this.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, typed quickly: bunny cosplay lingerie. Images flooded the screen. I scrolled until I found the perfect one—cute, but still sexy. White bunny ears, fluffy tail, and a ribbon around the waist.

I went with a bunny costume in the same style: a white corset-style top that highlighted my small waist and the curve of my spine, with a little sash tied at the back, white stockings, heels, and a cute bunny ear headband. Diana was ecstatic. She made me pose in front of the mirror while she took dozens of pictures, giggling the whole time. “This is going to be perfect!” she said, eyes bright. “We’re going to look so hot.” We carried the costumes to the counter. Diana reached for her wallet first. “I’ll pay for both.” I shook my head quickly. “It’s okay, I got it. I have money.” Diana paused, looking surprised. “Are you sure? These are kind of expensive. Do you have enough?”

Ignoring her, Greg walked back over to join the two girls near the camera and laptop, motioning for the next kid to go sit on Willow’s lap. Willow watched the boy approach, her rage building. “Fuck this,” she whispered, standing up before the boy could reach her. She shoved the bunny head up and off of her head, gasping in great breaths of air as she did so. Ignoring Greg’s protests, she pulled off the furry gloves covering her hands and kicked off the ridiculously oversized bunny feet. Finally, she slipped out of the rest of the costume so that she was standing there, in full view of a massive line of children and their parents, wearing nothing but a black sports bra and matching athletic s

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.

Beneath a layer of tissue paper thin as moth wings— I froze. It was a bunny outfit. Pink satin strapless corset. White fur trim at the neckline. Matching high-waisted shorts with a round, fluffy white cottontail at the back. A pair of bunny-ear headband — pink satin over wire frames, white velvet on the inside of the ears. Fishnet stockings folded neatly beside it. At the bottom, a pair of pink patent-leather heels. I stared at the contents. For a long time, I couldn't speak.

My gaze dragged down her slowly, unashamed. She was dressed in a thin, see-through dress, the fabric barely there, clinging to her body. I could see everything underneath. The white lingerie stood out against her skin, a delicate bra and matching panties meant to hide nothing. Every curve, line, and soft detail was right there in front of me. And to make it worse, she had bunny ears perched on her head. I wasn’t a fool; I knew exactly what she was wearing. A bunny costume. I exhaled slowly through my nose, jaw tightening.

Poppy, meanwhile, had already run around the terrace four times. She wore a little yellow dress patterned with lemons, a thin cardigan hanging open, and the captain’s hat that was still too large. Her long hair had been brushed, but her bangs had fallen over her forehead again within ten minutes. Bunny was trapped under one arm, while Barbie was now wearing Poppy’s hair ribbon as an emergency dress. “Poppy,” I said without turning, “if you run near those stairs one more time, I’m revoking your captaincy.”

I was trying to find a color that stood out not the typical red or black lace lingerie. Every bitch could pull off that type of lingerie but I wanted to try something new, something sexy. "Fuck, what about this?" Isabella stammered, pointing to a fucking stripper bunny costume; it had a black body suit and a matching bowtie collar paired with some lace bunny ears. "Oh shit I need this!" I screamed from excitement, imagining what Alessandro would do if he saw me in this. "Alessandro is gonna be such a happy boy tonight," I whispered just enough for Isabella to hear, and she giggled.

Regina turned to see her staff standing in a row behind her, carrying a large banner depicting herself and Atlas, with three babies and a little boy, in a cute AI cartoon depiction, and the words: HAPPY MOTHERHOOD. Sonya and Ashley, at the far right and left of the rows, pulled confetti, and as the colorful paper scattered, Regina's tears welled up.

And now here I was, staring at myself in a mirror that felt like it belonged to someone else entirely. “This will fit her so perfectly. I can’t wait to see how it turns out,” Night chirped happily, snapping me back to the present. She held up the traditional Luna regalia—black and silver, the same colors worn for generations. According to her, the fabric never changed, only the style did. Intricate wolf motifs curled across the cloth, each detail carefully embroidered, giving the entire outfit a regal, almost ancient beauty. Once they finished dressing me and applying the makeup, along with the layered jewelry that shimmered under the lights, they couldn’t stop complimenting me. I kept a sma