Obviously I fancied myself a novelist when I wrote this schlock.

“What now?” I asked.

“What else do you do when something looks naked? she replied. "We decorate.” She smiled and went though her pile. “Let's start with these”, she said smoothing out a pair of white thigh high stockings. I sat on the bed and slid them up my legs. The white seemed to accentuate my pale skin tone, making me look a bit more colorful.

“And now these” she said, handing me an open pair of white high heels that strapped half way up my calves. I sat on the bed. After fumbling with the buckles for about 2 minutes, mother reached over to help. I stood up wobbly, and carefully made my way to the foot of the bed. I looked at myself in the full mirror next to my closet. My eyes popped and my mouth dropped. I really looked like a porn star. I could see my mothers reflection grin at my expression.

“Wow.” I simply said.

“I couldn't agree more,” Mom said, obviously looking at my ass.

“Hey!” I shouted.

“What I wouldn't do to have an ass that tight again,” she laughed. “Apparently running has paid off,” I laughed with her. “Can you imagine a boy seeing you like this?” I closed my eyes and nodded. Her laughter caught me by surprise and I realized I had been biting my lip. I opened my eyes again and she told me to come here, while holding up a long gold chain.

“What's that?” I asked.

“A belly chain” came her reply. “Even naked, accessories make the outfit dear.” She wrapped it around me and clasped it in my front, where it hung below my belly button and a small golden pendant dangled just above my pubis. She then draped an elaborate golden necklace around my neck and stepped behind me to fasten it. You know the necklace. Multiple golden chains met at different lengths to cover the chest above a ladies cleavage. It ended in a similar golden pendant to the belly chain, and it sat proudly between my breasts. This time neither of us laughed as I stood in front of the mirror. I stared in awe of my own beauty, as did she. I have never felt sexier.

“More Ideas”, she said, and threw me a little white shoulder bag. “I wouldn't want you chickening out and hiding behind your ugly mammoth purse, that would defeat the point,” she said smiling. I pulled it on my shoulder, and smiled at her. “And these”she said, throwing a wadded up white ball at me. I separated them and realized they were elbow length white gloves.

“Classy”, I thought. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Wow” I said. “I look like a bride without a dress!" I stood beaming at my own reflection. I saw her reflection and quickly turned around to catch a white garter. I stood puzzled.

“It actually is my wedding dress, minus the dress,” she smiled at me. I slipped the garter onto my right leg and went to hug her, forgetting I was naked for a second.

“This means so much to me, but this is a Halloween party, I can't wear your wedding dress to a drunken college bash!” I stated.

“That wasn't the plan, you'll see,” she said holding out a white leather belt.

“Aren't belts supposed to be put on over clothes?” I asked befuddled.

“Just put it on, and I'll explain, you can always veto me, its your body, and your social life.” she stated with a mischievous grin. I was still confused, but I grabbed the plain white leather belt with a golden circular clasp and fastened it onto my waist where pants would go.

“Ok, now whats the point?” I asked her with as serious a face as I could muster in our giggly state. “Have you ever heard the story of the emperors new clothes?” she asked. Realization dawned on me and my eyes widened.

“You want my Halloween costume to be a bride in an invisible dress!?” She was beyond hysterical at this point. But she managed to hold out a veil and a toy engagement ring to me.

“Isn't it great!” she said crying with laughter. I yanked the veil and ring from her. The veil was obviously not her wedding veil, and it only came down to my shoulders. The ring was plastic, but could pass at a glance. As I was putting on these last two accessories.

“So you don't want me to lose my costume, you just want me to show up naked?” I called out over her laughter.She nodded frantically like a 5 year old girl agreeing that ponies are great.

“Throwing me in the deep end aren't you?” I said.

“Oh, you don't have to wear that,” came her reply. “It's just a fantasy I've always had and never had the guts for. I'll go pick out some other things, and you can practice walking in those heels. Try going down the stairs and walking on the hardwood downstairs. Its easier, but slipperier than walking on all these upstairs carpets.”

“Good idea”, I said. I reached for a robe, but she shouted, “Hey! Whats the fun in that?” I laughed and walked down the stairs.