Kristie's Costume

A Halloween Treat

Copyright 2003 by Gina Marie Wylie.

Kristie Davenport draped her arms over the rail in the mall atrium and looked around.

What a hole! She thought to herself. Look at all this space! I mean, if this were my mall, I'd get rid of the skating rink, put in some more stores! They've got these little kiosks all through the place... I bet they could make a lot more money than they do now with more room!

Around Kristie the crowd flowed, going about their errands and business, the sound they made was loud but not entirely unpleasant.

Kristie mused to herself, not really paying any attention. Mom is so lame. I'm a high school student! Sure, a freshman, but that doesn't mean I'm a little kid! Go buy a Halloween costume, Kristie, she told me. Get something nice, maybe win a prize.

Lame, mom. Really lame! A roomful of teenagers in Halloween costumes? Lamer! I mean, are we supposed to go trick or treat? You gave me twenty bucks, mom. What kind of lame costume can I get for twenty bucks? Win a prize! Oh yeah, for sure! Lamest costume of the century!

Behind her, Kristie heard a familiar high-pitched nasal voice, talking over-loud. Yep, she thought, looking behind her. That's Ann Marie Kruger and her two pals, Angela and Andrea. Triple A's they call themselves...triple assholes is what they are! The trio would no more glance at Kristie than they would gum stuck to the sidewalk.

Kristie watched them go, shaking her head. All three of them were wearing the same sort of outfit; different colors, slightly different styles, but identical. Skirts that barely covered their butts. Crop top blouses with no bras. Yeah, they had on matching panties that looked like very short shorts, but you could still see their butts. Actually, maybe that was what bothered Kristie the most. My two-piece bathing suit isn't really different in how much skin you can see.

Mom was only mildly critical of it. But to see Kristie in an outfit like Ann Marie's? Her mom would just flip out. Go off like a rocket. Dad? First he'd look really hard at my tits, then he'd go off like a rocket. What's a girl going to do living with two lame parents? A six-year-old brother who drools? That wasn't lame, that was just gross!

What's really lame, Kristie thought, is standing here feeling sorry for myself with a lousy twenty bucks I can't even use to buy a new CD or blouse...

Kristie straightened up, started walking. I'll run into JC Penney's. I will find the cheapest costume I can. I don't care if it's lame, because the whole thing's lame. Then I'm going to take the change and go over to Thirty-one Flavors and have a chocolate malt. Yep, tomorrow I'll have zits and blackheads, but tough! I got stuff for that. I can deal with it! Dealing with all this lame stuff? She shook her head and sighed.

She walked into the store, all gaily decorated with stupid lame Halloween junk; witches and goblins, ghosts and skeletons. Lame, lame, lame, lame. I'd scream but that would just make people pissed at me. Can't have that! Can't be anything other than ladylike!

Kristie laughed to herself. Hey, all you people! Look at me! Kristie Davenport! You know what I like to do most of all? Lay in bed and rub myself! I like to squirm and moan and get all sweaty! That's not lame! It's a lot of fun! And when I'm doing that, I don't think about Ann Marie and her two little satellites, I don't think about anything lame at all! I get off! Then I get off a couple of more times! I leave my boom box on, so mom doesn't ask stupid lame questions like, "Are you okay, Kristie?" What, I'm laying there naked under the sheets, two fingers inside me, my nipples red and poking out, a big grin on my face and she asks if I'm okay?

Like duh! Yes I am! Just peachy fine!

Kristie reached the costume counter, started rummaging through the stuff. Stupid, lame. Lame, stupid. Kristie felt like a volcano rumbling before an eruption. Half of this stuff is more than twenty bucks--and it's all lame! Try another store? Waste even more time? So lame!

She headed for the exit, seething.

It was cosmic. One second she was about to burst; then her eyes caught a 'SPECIAL TODAY' sign. White muslin sheets, a pair for $6.99. Stuck to the sign was a little white Casper ghost, a big grin on its face.

Under the sheets... Kristie had thought about under the sheets a second ago. Now the big grin was on her face. Oh that would be so cool! Did she have the guts to do it?

She remembered Ann Marie and the skirt that barely covered her ass. If Ann Marie can hang it out, I can take a chance!

Ten minutes later Kristie was sucking on a double chocolate malt, the extra large size; her shopping bag sitting next to her.

Halloween Friday found Kristie sitting with all the lamers from school at the assembly where they were giving out the costume prizes. Wearing a lame white sheet draped over her head, two eyeholes and two armholes cut into it, had guaranteed she wasn't in the running.

But then, she wasn't running. She was sitting in her seat, wearing a sheet and a smile. Then a really big smile... it was all she could do not to laugh when her breathing slowed for the third time. And around her, laughter at the antics on stage covered up her occasional soft moan even better than her boom box.

And as cool as that was? She still had enough money left over for another chocolate malt! Cold fingers felt really nice under the sheet!

-The End-