My Costume - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

My Costume - A Halloween Story

... thought she was going to spank me or something, but instead she grabbed me up into her arms and sobbed, “What have you become?”

In all my childish innocence I replied, “I am the Genie from Aladdin.”

She took me upstairs into the bathroom and told me to take off the costume. I did and she stood me in front of the mirror in just my underpants and asked, “What do you see?”

I answered, “the Genie” because my entire body was still blue and my face still looked like the blue genie. It took me a moment to understand, but when I did, I looked at her and asked, “How is this possible?”

She sighed very deeply and put her hands on my shoulders. Then suddenly she was also Aladdin’s Genie.

“It is a blessing in our family,” she said softly. Then almost crying she said, “Or perhaps it is a curse.” She took a deep breath to compose herself and continued, “On special times of the year we can change our bodies and everything around us. Halloween is one of those times because we see so many other people not being themselves that somehow it releases the power within us to not be ourselves. Not everyone in the family has this power. I had hoped it would pass you by, but it hasn’t. In fact, your power is very, very strong. I don’t know of anyone else in the family who were able to change at such a young age.”

She again took a deep breath and said softly, “I am me.”

The blue Genie was gone and mom was once again standing before me.

“Say it,” she said, shaking my shoulders ...

... slightly.

I must have looked very confused because she said firmly, “Say ‘I am me.’”

I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “I am me.”

Suddenly it was me in the mirror. The Genie was gone and I was looking at myself in the mirror. Mom never mentioned it again, but I never bought another Halloween costume. All I had to do was say out loud, “I am... whatever,” and I became that. In the years that followed, I won best costume contests for everything from Casper the Friendly Ghost to Ironman.

Now that I am a twenty-year-old college student I can be a little more daring with my costumes. There is a spooky old mansion downtown that has been converted into a B&B. Every year the bar on the ground floor holds a rather raucous Halloween party for what they call “Young people of all ages– as long as you are over 18.” That means it is primarily college students and college-aged students from the town.

Part of the attraction... besides the cheap booze... is that every year they hold costume contests with rather large cash prizes. Last year a perfect Harley Quinn showed up and wowed just about everybody... except the judges. Evidently I didn’t wow the judges and win the best costume contest because Harley was considered too tame.

Harley Quinn too tame!? I couldn’t believe it.

So this year I decided to go as Lady Godiva... the real Lady Godiva. I was amazed at how my own hair grew out so fast. In a matter of minutes it was almost down to my knees. Long tresses came ...