Feeling exposed at a sexy costume show

Craig

Let’s see: dirty tan shirt, brown leather jacket, and fedora. Fair enough.

Craig put on the costume inside the cramped changing room. Lily’s shell, as always, hung from a string around his neck. Halloween was still a few weeks away, but Lily had ‘suggested’ they pick out costumes for each other as a fun game.

I’m already here. The fit is iconic. And as soon as I get this over with, I get to see Lily in the costume I picked for her.

He checked himself out in the mirror and put on a smile he didn’t feel before pulling back the curtain.

“Now all I need is a whip,” he quipped as the girls gave him a round of applause.

“Look at you, ‘professor,’” Lily said appreciatively. “I wouldn’t mind catching you for office hours between escapades.”

“Oh? So you picked this costume for some role play?”

“Actually,” she corrected, “it was Red who chose this one.”

“Yeah, um, I thought it would fit, what with you spending so much time studying the necklace,” Red mumbled.

“Are you saying ‘it belongs in a museum?’” Craig asked with a grin.

“So do you,” Red said smiling, finishing the quote. “Working there, I mean.”

“Speaking of the necklace, I think I’ve identified more of the glyphs. It looks like they’re associated with fertility rites.”

“That explains why we’re so horny all the time,” Lily cooed. “Did you hear that Red? It was fertility magic.”

“Sooooo, who’s next?” Red asked, hurriedly changing the subject.

“Why don’t you two try on the costumes I picked for you?” Craig offered, trying to hide his anticipation.

“Ooh! Me first!” Lily said, jumping up off her chair. “There’s only space for one to change, so why don’t you two chat?”

An awkward moment passed as the two sat in silence. The sound of rustling clothes emanated from the changing room.

“Um,” Craig started before he was interrupted.

“You’re lucky to have her,” Red said intensely, staring straight ahead.

“You think I don’t know that?”

“She’s head-over-heels for you. She talks about how great you are all day.”

Craig shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You’re a good guy, Craig. She means a lot to me, so don’t hurt her.”

“Is that a threat?”

“What? No,” Red gave Craig a shocked expression. “Shit, my Hank’s showing.”

Red slumped in her chair. “It’s too easy to slip back into our old dynamic. I’m really trying to change that. I think what I was trying to say is that you two deserve each other. I’m worried I don’t deserve what you two have done for me.”

“Ta da!” Lily announced her entrance as she pulled back the curtain. “Rose can eat her heart out, she’s never looked this good.”

Two pairs of eyes were glued to her every move. Craig had known the outfit was meant to be titillating, but Lily’s body made it pornographic.

A pair of white feathered wings and a halo-headband were the only costume elements of what was otherwise a set of white lingerie. The top accentuated her tits and left bare a glorious expanse of defined midriff. The bottom clung to her like a second skin gripping tight to her round hips.

“Now be honest, you two,” Lily said, energetically. “Do you think I pull it off?”

“Fuck me,” Red exclaimed. “I don’t know if you’re an angel from heaven or from a runway.”

“What she said,” Craig muttered, unable to take his eyes off the radiant beauty.

“Sounds like your choice was a hit, professor,” Lily said, beaming at Craig. “Your turn, bestie. You said these were a set?”

“Um, yeah, but…” stammered Craig, remembering the other costume. “She doesn’t have to…”

“I’m not going to hog all the fun. Besides, Red trying on a girly costume for us is a **** moment, given her past. You want Red to know you see her as a woman, don’t you Craig?”

“Yeah. Yes, of course,” Craig blurted out sheepishly.

“Then it’s settled, let’s see it, Red.”

A few minutes later, the curtain opened again and Lily let out a squeal.

Where Lily’s costume was white, this one was red. Her head was adorned with cute, little red horns and her wings were red and webbed like a bat. Otherwise, the clingy outfit was identical, straining to contain Red’s curves.

Craig didn’t know if it was the costume, but Red’s whole vibe was completely different. While Lily exuded innocence, Red’s posture promised sin and a hint of danger.

“Doesn’t she look amazing, Craig?”

“Yeah, amazing.” Both Craig and Red looked away blushing.

Lily hopped up out of her chair to embrace Red.

“I mean look at us, aren’t we quite the pair?” Lily’s eyes seemed to devour Red’s form.

“And your boobs!” Lily slipped behind Red and cupped her tits, pushing them up even more prominently. “You’re always so bundled up when Craig comes over, he’d never know how spectacular they look.”

Craig tried not to check out his girlfriend’s best friend but it was impossible when put on display before him. Red had been an enemy, then an acquaintance, but never before an object of desire. Craig squirmed in his seat, his lips felt hot with the memory of their accidental kiss.

Red's green eyes were open wide, her face a crimson mask. She shuddered as Lily’s hands travelled down her waist to grasp her by the hips.

“Don’t you think she’s sexy, Craig? Tell her she’s sexy.”

Craig’s mouth was dry and his pants were starting to feel tight. Part of him hated being turned on by his former bully. His eyes however, were taking in the way her nipples strained against her top. Despite his efforts not to, he wondered what her cock looked like, bulging against a costume bottom not designed for it.

“She looks great. You both do,” Craig said, catching himself.

“Yeah, she does,” Craig heard Lily say quietly to herself before continuing. “You’ve had your eyeful, now you’re up again, Craig. Time for your second costume.”

Craig tried to cool down in the changing room. The pair of them looked delectable, but Lily seemed a little too comfortable with her hands on Red’s body. He pushed away the thought. Lily would never cheat on me. She loves me, even Red said so.

Still, he couldn’t shake the worry that their time together wasn’t going to last. How long before she realizes she can do better?

Craig distracted himself with the new costume.

When Craig stepped out of the changing room, he was wearing a purple sweater with a pauldron on his left shoulder. The look was topped with a wig of spiky blond hair.

“I’m here to brood and lose my memory, and I’m all out of memory,” he announced.

Red’s face lit up with recognition. “Cloud, nice. Could use a buster sword, though.”

“Did I get the right one?” Lily asked. “He’s the one in that game you’re playing, right?”

“Yeah, Rebirth.”

“I wonder if I could pull off Tifa,” Red mused.

“You can certainly throw a punch,” Craig quipped reflexively with more venom than he intended. He rubbed his jaw where Hank had knocked him out cold.

The color drained from Red’s face and Craig saw her expression marred by despair before she covered it with her hands.

“Craig!” Lily admonished, putting an arm around Red. Red’s shoulders started shaking and she doubled over. Tears started to collect between her fingers and drop to the floor.

I am such an asshole.

“Shit, Red, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Except I do deserve it,” Red’s words were choked through her tears. “You hate me.”

Seeing Red breaking down made something click for Craig. The sight of a woman filled with the unbearable shame of hurting him was incompatible with the image of Hank he had been holding onto. Craig made the decision to let go of the resentment for Hank he hadn’t realized he was still carrying.

Craig approached Red and crouched down to eye level.

“I don’t hate you,” he began softly. “I know you regret what you did, and I forgive you. I don’t think you’re that guy anymore.”

Red started calming down and Lily patted her back. She sniffled while composing herself.

“But how can you forgive me? I spent years tormenting you.” Red whispered, her voice trembling.

“Don’t give me too much credit. Apparently I can still be an asshole to a girl who’s just trying her best,” he said with a grin.

Reed lowered her hands and weakly returned the grin.

“There you go, Red,” Lily added. “You’re way too pretty to hide that face.”

_That’s weird, _Craig thought. Lily’s really been talking up Red’s body. When did that start?

“I guess it’s my turn again,” Lily said, making for the changing room. “Play nice, you two. That’s an order.”

After the curtain closed, Craig took a seat next to Red.

“For the record, you would make an amazing Tifa,” Craig said, sincerely. “You’ve got the body, the hair. The outfit’s not too hard, just some Red contacts and you could be a pro.”

“Thanks. I’m trying to be a good guy and not a villain. I don’t know how well I can pull off ‘sweet’, but I’m trying.”

“So, you’ve played FF7?” Craig asked.

“Yeah, but only the original.”

“Huh, I never took you for a retro gamer.”

“It wasn’t by choice. Mom could never afford a next gen system, so all I played were hand-me-downs from cousins or garage sale finds.”

“Maybe you can come over sometime? We could hang out and play some games.”

Red’s eyes lit up before she looked away, trying to hide her excitement. “Sounds good, I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. It'll be fun.”

Craig couldn’t help but notice Red’s body highlighted by her sexy devil costume as she wiggled with excitement in her seat.

Lily pulled back the curtain revealing her new costume.

“Now all I need is a whip,” Lily announced.

She was dressed all in black leather. The corset cinched her waist and highlighted the musculature of her bare shoulders and thighs. She had put her hair up in a ponytail and was tapping a riding crop against her palm.

“Now, who’s been naughty?”

Craig gulped and felt his back straighten.

“What the hell did you unleash?” He whispered to Red.

“Lily’s been kinda bossy, lately. I thought it would be funny.”

“You’re saying this suits me?” Lily asked, cocking a hip.

“A little too well,” Craig replied hesitantly.

“Call me mistress!” Lily snapped, playfully.

“Yes, mistress!” The two responded reflexively at the exact same time before looking at each other sheepishly.

“I’m not bossy am I?” Lily asked, frowning.

“No! Of course not,” Red answered immediately. “It was just a joke.”

“Well, it’s your turn, Red. Let’s see if you can take a joke,” she said menacingly.

Red disappeared behind the curtain and Lily took her seat next to Craig.

“This isn’t how I thought this would go,” she said softly. “It was just supposed to be some silly fun trying on sexy costumes.”

“What’s up with you and Red? You two have been spending a lot of time together, I’m worried about being left out.”

“Oh, no, Craig. She just needs attention and guidance to realize her femininity. In fact, she’s been helping me prepare something special for you.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“I want it to be a surprise, so I won’t go into any more detail, but I know you’ll love it.” She leaned over to give him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

Why does it feel like any time I want to have a real conversation, she deflects. I only get to see her when we’re having sex.

“Anyway, how’s your work with the necklace coming along?” she asked.

Craig perked up.

“Well, actually. It looks like some magic is still active because the chain has fully healed itself. The gem is still broken though.”

“Part of me wishes it never gets fixed,” Lily admitted. “I don’t think Red or I ever want to go back. Still it would be interesting to see what other combinations of people might look like.”

“Right?” agreed Craig. “Unfortunately Dr Goode is the university’s expert on Mesoamerican archaeology and word is, he’s a sexist jerk. I heard he won’t even talk to an undergrad unless they’re taking his 300 level class or they’re a hot chick.”

“Gross. I’m glad I got one of the good archaeologists.”

“At least now I know who my competition is,” Craig joked.

“Yeah,” Lily said, playing along. “I guess I have a type.”

“You can’t be serious!” Red called out from the changing room.

Lily’s face lit up with a mischievous grin.

“I played along with your joke. You owe me,” Lily called back.

“Ugh, fine.”

The costumed Red was almost unrecognizable. She wore a long-sleeved floral dress that completely hid her muscles, but clung tightly to her breasts. The apron tied tightly around her waist emphasized her hourglass figure. Her hair was tied back with a pink ribbon.

Craig was stunned at how… demure she looked.

“Wow,” Craig whispered to himself.

“Be honest,” Lily said to Craig. “Don’t you think Red would make a great MILF?”

Red’s eyes flew open. “Lily!” She hissed through her teeth.

“What? It’s a compliment. I bet Craig’s never seen the domestic side of you. It certainly wasn’t what he was expecting.”

Red’s eyes bulged in indignation before narrowing.

“Well, mine isn’t the only costume that got a reaction out of him. Yours was also good, girl.”

Lily yelped in surprise.

Craig looked between the two women in confusion.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Just some girl talk, dear. Don’t worry about it.” Lily sighed before continuing. “I may have gotten carried away. I think we can agree not to wear these two costumes.”

Red gave a sigh of relief. “Good, ‘cause I want to try being Tifa.”

“Then we should all go together, it’ll be like cosplay,” Lily chimed in. “I can be the other one, the flower girl.”

“Aerith,” Craig corrected, slightly before Red did.

“So, in the game, who does our hero end up with at the end?” Lily asked suggestively.

Craig and Red shared a concerned look before he answered.

“Aerith dies.”