My Halloween
By Nicole
Ali
My Halloween was fun, although it was (for me) kinda laid back. I got
invited to a pretty cool party and I was going to try to make myself go partially
invisible, but when I tried to do it, it just wasn't working. I couldn't
quite do it, no matter how hard I tried (I kept getting "stuck"
partway, so I'd end up looking like an underexposed photograph walking
around...(it even creeped ME out to see it!) So finally I just said the
heck with it & decided to just wear a regular costume. I went as
"Catwoman" from "Batman." (actually "Catwoman"
would've made a good invisible woman too; as a professional thief, she could've
REEEEALLY robbed Gotham city blind if she were invisible!) Anyways, my
costume was pretty cool: it was this skintight shiny black vinyl (that is, it looked
cool on me, but was hotter than hell to wear!) & I had these great kickass
boots & this whip (borrowed from a weird friend of mine--don't ask!) &
everything. It was real cool & got a lot of attention. A lot of
guys asked me to dance & I was the popular center of attention.
After that, it was pretty much an ordinary party, and surprisingly, I had
fun even withOUT turning invisible. It lasted 'til pretty late at night
and by the time Midnight came & we were supposed to take our masks &
stuff off, I was ROASTING by then! (It's HOT under all that plastic! I must've
sweated off about 10 pounds...) And...well...okay, now I didn't have THAT
much to drink... I mean, I wasn't falling down on the floor or anything (okay,
so I can't remember it that clearly, so what? It WAS pretty late at
night...) But I DO remember MOST of it, even if it's a little
blurry... Anyways, I remember when I took my Catwoman mask off, & it
felt so GOOD! It felt so nice & COOL & I felt like I could BREATHE
again. I decided to cool off some more, so I kind of slipped away to a
corner, out of the way & unzipped my top a little bit. Pretty soon,
guys start showing up & nosing around and before long, there's about 7 or 8
of 'em hanging around, looking me over. Well, okay, maybe I WAS getting a
little tipsy, 'cuz I probably wouldn't have done this otherwise, but...well,
when I saw I had the guys' attention, I decided to have some fun with
them. So I started to unzip the top even MORE! I unzipped the zip
lower...and lower...and lower....REAL slow, getting off on the attention I was
getting & THEY were encouraging me, leading me on (blame THEM! its all THEIR
fault!) Then...I stopped...and started undoing my boots...then
slowly...slowly...I slipped THEM off. Now I'm standing there in the
partially-unzipped "Catwoman" outfit, which I'm sllloooooowwwwwly
slithering out of, a lil bit at a time, and by now, the guys are starting to
REALLY move in on me, right? And I confess, I WAS kinda flirting with them
& leading them on and everything... So, RIGHT when they're about to
start getting touchy-feely...well, I didn't even think at that point, I just
reacted, instinctive-like. I quickly made myself invisible & slipped out of
the rest of the Catwoman suit.
It all happened so fast, I don't remember exactly how they reacted, but I
think a couple of them freaked out a lil bit, going like "HOLY SH--!"
and like that. (Geez, you'd think they never saw a girl in a bra &
panties before!) Anyways, I wasn't in my Hanes for very long in any case
before I slipped THEM off & tossed them aside (I think I hit one of the guys
in the face with the panties, but I'm not sure...I couldn't find them afterward,
so maybe he took them home with him as a souvenir...?) Now the guys are
REALLY coming unglued. They're like "WHERE'D SHE GO?" and
"WHERE IS SHE?" and like that, totally all bug-eyed. By now I noticed
their reactions & was enjoying it. I was laughing & I started teasing
them. I poked 'em, tickled 'em & sorta groped them, feeling a couple
of them up & stuff, whispering stuff in their ears, like 'Hey, tough guy,
you were so hot & ready to go a minute ago; what's the matter? You
chicken? Not so tough now, are ya?" They REALLY started
freaking out then and started bumping into each other, trying to get away &
a couple of 'em nearly started fighting (***sigh***... guys...) I narrowly
escaped getting trampled by them.
By now the other party guests are starting to notice SOMETHING weird's going
on over there in the corner, right? So they come over, see my costume
& bra lying on the floor, and pretty soon they start wondering where I am,
what happened to me, etc. and start making all kinds of accusations against the
guys who were standing around me earlier. The guys tried to explain that I
disappeared into thin air, and even though they ALL said they saw the same
thing, NOBODY BELIEVED THEM! I should be SOOOOOOO ashamed of myself, I
know...but I was totally ENJOYING their predicament! (I forgot how much FUN this
could be!) So I sorta mixed myself in with the crowd & & joined
in, saying stuff like, 'Where's Nikki? What have you jerks done with her?'
& stuff like that, in this low-pitched disguised voice. In all the
commotion, nobody could tell WHERE my voice was coming from or WHO was saying
it; it sounded like just another voice in the crowd.
It really had everybody puzzled; NOBODY could figure out where I went.
For a moment, somebody starting talking about calling the police & I
panicked! I thought, "Hey, its just a joke, you guys! Lighten up!'"
The girl throwing the party decided against it however, figuring I'd turn up
sooner or later. So instead, a couple of the more obnoxious guys were told
to leave; I guess people figured they were probably responsible for the
ruckus. (I feel a little guilty about that, but hey, they probably
deserved it anyway.) But the rest stayed. The girl who threw the
party picked up my costume & bra from the floor and stowed them in a closet
(I kept a close watch on them, so I could retrieve them later when it was time
to go home.)
Now I suppose the SMART thing would've been to slip into the closet, put my
costume back on & turn visible again. But...well, I WAS still a little
buzzed & not thinking all that clearly, so I decided to have some MORE fun
with the guys. So I moved from one to the next, picking out one 'victim'
at a time, and just pestered the daylights out of him. You know, the
usual: pulling his drinks away, making him spill stuff on other people,
loosening belt-buckles, opening zippers, pulling people's hats off & making
them chase them around the room, etc. You know, the usual. One guy
in a karate outfit somehow "lost" his pants (he had nice legs, too!)
and another guy was dressed as Dr. who & had this long scarf. I
grabbed the ends of his scarf & made them writhe & slither around, like
it was alive, like a snake (for good measure, I even made a couple of hissing
sounds!) He got a lil bit scared & upset by that (lighten up, guy,
it's
just a joke!) A couple of guys I cornered when they were alone (I won't
say where!) & started whispering dirty things in their ears, grabbing 'em
where I'm not supposed to and another guy I just kept tickling 'till he peed in
his pants! (I am SUCH a bad girl & should be SOOOOO ashamed of myself, I
know...!) A couple of guys who were with their girlfriends, I went over,
and at the right time, grabbed the guys hand & put it on the girls...well,
figure it out... Anyhow, the guy ended up getting his face slapped!
Believe it or not, I kept up this routine for another two hours and NOBODY
caught on! (Other than the poor shlubs I tormented, that is!) They knew
SOMETHING weird was going on and a couple of times they started to put their
heads together, comparing notes, like, "Hey, did anything weird happen to
you? I had the weirdest thing happen to ME!" and like that. They
never DID figure out what was going on, though. And I was very cunning
& clever the way I timed it, too! I timed it so that, right when
things were on the verge of getting out of hand, I'd cool it for a while.
Then, when things quieted down again, I'd start up again.
By about 2:00, I was getting tired of playing
tricks on people & wanted
to go home. However, this left me with a little bitty teeny tiny problem,
namely, how to get to the closet where my costume was stashed? There were
a lot of people hanging around nearby & there was NO WAY I could
sneak in there without somebody seeing the door opening by itself. So I
hadda create a diversion. I went out into the main room where most of the
people were & started howling like a ghost (no offense, Miss Pippa!) &
flicking the light-switch on & off real, real fast, like a strobe-light,
& knocking & pounding on all the walls. I even picked up some of
the party decorations (crepe-paper bats & stuff) & made them fly around
the room. I kept that up for a lil while, just long enough to get everybody
gathered together in that room & well-enough away from the closet (although
many people just up & beat it out the front door!)
Then, when the coast was clear, I made a quick dash into the closet & closed
the door.
Once I was inside the closet, I quickly slipped into my costume. (p.s.
a skintight vinyl jumpsuit is NOT the easiest thing in the world to change into
in a cramped, pitch-dark closet! I kept putting my legs in the sleeves by
mistake & I won't even TALK about trying to lace up those stupid
boots! I never did find my panties, like I said; I was lucky enough to
find my bra!) Anyway, when I was finally dressed, I made myself visible
again (although I couldn't really tell for sure there in the dark), cracked the
closet-door open & peered outside. Nobody was around, so I slipped out
& made a fast beeline for the front door before anyone saw me.
I ALMOST made it, when somebody calls out 'HEY, NICOLE!!' from behind me
& I froze. 'Oh, sh--!' I thought. Busted!! I turned around,
trying to look innocent (not easy in a Catwoman costume) & said, trying to sound
innocent: "yeah?"
I look & I see it's the girl whose party
it is; she goes: "Where were you? We were looking all over for
you!"
I go: "Why? What happened?"
"Boy, you really missed it!" she says and goes on to recap all the
stuff that happened. Midway through, I got the nervous giggles & started laughing
uncontrollably! I tried to sound all surprised-like: "Oh, really? Oh, gosh,
that's like so SCARY!" but I couldn't HELP it & kept breaking up, even
though she kept saying, "Nicole, I'M SERIOUS!!'" She started getting kind
of mad, like I thought she was making it all up or something, but I'm like,
"No, I believe you, it's just...well, I'm a little buzzed." In
the end, I think she STILL thought I didn't believe her. Either that or
maybe...well, I don't know, but she kinda looked at me suspicious-like, like
maybe she somehow instinctively KNEW I was responsible for busting up the party,
although she couldn't prove it (I don't get it; why do people always suspect me?)
Or maybe she thought me & her boyfriend (he was one of the ones I pestered
the most, I found out later) were having some kind of a "thing" going
on behind her back & that's where I disappeared to (pardon the
expression.) Anyhow, I haven't talked to her since then; I think she's mad
at me or something... Anyway, I called a cab, which me & a couple of
others shared & that's how I got home. (No WAY am I going to ride the subway
THAT late at night, armed with a bullwhip or not!)
But anyway, like I said, even tho it was a more "laid-back" kind
of evening, I still had fun.
OXOXOXOXO
Nikki
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