Timmy Turner Costume Novels & Stories

" Shelly had never liked that expression on Mia's face. At that moment, Maya called aloud, "Timothy!" Mia raised her head and waved. Timothy was making his way into the venue in a linen suit complemented with a dark-grey tie. She picked the color of the suit herself in the past. Previously, he loved dressing up in dark colors, so she chose a lot of light-colored suits. Yet, she never saw him wearing them. Now, he appeared younger in that light shade. As a matter of fact, handsome men looked good in anything.

They were really cool and never told my parents about how I behaved at their house. The theme was 90s night and to my surprise when I showed up Aunt Ella and I were both Brittany Spears in her school girl outfit. Right down to the same blonde wig. We laughed and embraced. The night started off with shots and Halloween movies playing in the background. Uncle Tim was dressed up as a guy from Bay watch. He was literally wearing only red shorts. Uncle Tim was older but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit he looked good. Sexy even.

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.

Topping it off were a pair of ridiculously impractical heels and a long, blonde wig. "I'm Lacey Miller, Burling College Journalism Major." Tim said with his own dramatic flourish and in his own imitation of Lacey's voice "And if y'all didn't know, I drink like a sailor and take my friend Tim's basketball uniform, which his coach made him pay to replace, to try to win the costume party." "You're the worst person ever." Lacey fumed "I pretend that I just dress casual but I secretly love it when I turn heads so I wear tight and revealing clothes, even to early morning class." Tim continued

"Come, I've brought you some clothes and you need a new wardrobe." Timothy handed me a bundle of clothes and I smiled at him. "Thanks." I mumbled as I got to my feet, the towel still tightly wrapped around me and I scurried off to the bathroom. I changed into the undergarments and the knee length black dress. The dress had long sleeves and was simple, a definite breeder dress.

This time the sheet was inside out and the eye holes were in the wrong place. “Trick or treat!” I opened the door, hands on hips. “Alright, Casper, this is the third time. I’m starting to think you just like me.” Tiny muffled voice: “You give the best candy…” I crouched down, pulled the sheet off, and there was eight-year-old Timmy from two ranches over, cheeks stuffed with chocolate, looking guilty as sin. “Timothy James, does your mama know you’re working the same house like it’s a full-time job?”

A familiar childish voice with a hint of disdain reached her ears. Puddy, who knows when he hugged little Xu, couldn't find her in the room, so he turned back and saw that the dressing room door was open, so he walked over. When he saw that outfit, the little boy couldn't help but gape in astonishment. "What kind of torn fabric is that in your hand, Mom? And that hat on your head..." What torn fabric? It's a unique costume designed to add excitement, don't you understand, little one? Miss Forger took off the hat and rolled up the outfit, putting it back in the box to keep it from contaminating the innocent soul of her son.

Tim fired back. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the compliment.” Toby grabbed the hoodie of the unknown, too. The fighter pulled the cap down a little bit more. He was about to leave through the window when Tim stopped him. “What do you want to do?” Tim asked. He could not help but worry about his friend. Merely hours ago, Toby had texted him, asking if he could get Toby some clothes. Used clothes. The dirtier the better. And it had to be from someone in the pack.

the officer said in a commanding voice. "Yes, officer..." Tim trailed off. "Officer Wilson," the cop replied, sternly. With a sinking feeling, Tim opened the door and got out of the car. He was shivering, even though it was not a particularly cold night. Tim was a slip of a boy, 5-7, 120 pounds, max. Tim was blonde, and barely looked like he had passed through puberty. He was wearing a thin t-shirt, loose straight-legged jeans, and a beat-up pair of Converse AllStars. It all accentuated how pathetically scrawny he was.

He gave me his unclesuncle’s number and I texted him right away: I would like to see u, have plenty of goods. The next day Timmy took me to his unclesuncle’s place and helped me with all my bags filled with treasure. Timmy's uncle looked like a pirate. One of his eyes was closed and he even had a golden tooth. His place was covered with cardboard boxes and smoke was drifting up into the yellow stained ceiling. He took a look at my treasures and gave me a crooked grin, 'Wow, haven't you been a busy girl.' He analyzed the purses, staring at their brand names and zippers. He nodded and laughed.