For Halloween I went to a really big party thrown by some friends. I wore big green fairy wings, lace up sandals, and a ton of body glitter. I also did my makeup in a much more dramatic style than my usual. I got a lot of comments at the party, but most of them were compliments. It was a very queer party, and there were a lot of scantily clad people, although nobody as naked as me. One girl was dressed as a mermaid, and she was inspired by me to take her top off after several drinks. I know it was my inspiration, because she told me at length how awesome she thought I was.
And yes, I made out with her. How could I not?
There were two other fairies there, but they were both wearing Tinkerbell-style dresses. Also, one was a gay guy. I posed for photos with them, but I was unsure about appearing face-front and naked in photos of people I don’t really know, so I got the other two fairies to each put a hand over one of my breasts, and I coyly raised one leg over my crotch.
Also, I didn’t put anything on to cover myself on the way to the party. I rode with a friend, and it was dark out so I figured if anybody caught a glimpse of me they’d convince themselves I was wearing some kind of bodysuit. What I didn’t count on, though, is that there wasn’t any parking at the party house, and we had to park on the street and walk four blocks or so to get there. The streets were crowded with partiers, and I got lots of stares, laughter, and catcalls on the way.
…of course, I could have asked my friend to circle around and drop me at the house before parking, but that would have taken forever, and I figured what the hell…