On time

There are tons of cars already there, but my wife manages to find a spot. We get out and start walking towards the building. There are several other people all dressed in costumes too and theirs are kind of boring, Frankensteins, zombies, vampires, but then they look at my wife and me. As we pass them tons of people point at us and I hear hushed whispers of, I can’t believe she agreed to dress like that and things of that nature. The more I hear, the more self-conscious I become and it starts to get to me. I begin to slow down and even consider turning around and heading back to the car, but my wife seems to notice this so she grabs my hand and leads me to the house. This just makes it look like a Mom holding her little girl's hand and it makes me even more embarrassed. We head inside and luckily it’s so filled with people that we kind of get lost in the crowd. Some people still see me and point me out, but it’s not as bad as it was outside. My wife spots two of our friends, a woman wearing a sexy nurse outfit, Priscilla, and her husband wearing a trench coat, Brendan, and we head over that way. My wife lets go of my hand and rushes over to Priscilla. As I walk over slowly waddling due to the diapers I see my wife saying something to her and then pointing over at me.

When I finally get there Priscilla walks to me and says in a high-pitched tone, “Hi little girl. Are you lost? The little kid stuff is outside.” She laughs and then in a normal voice, she says, “I can’t believe how good you look. You are downright adorable.”

“Right?” Macy says, “That’s what I said.”

“I can’t believe you let your wife dress you like that,” Brendan says.

“Well, I always honor a bet,” I say.

“You’re a better man than me,” he says, then looks at what I’m wearing and says, “Or maybe not.” and he laughs.

The girls were talking too during this and Macy says, “Hang on. Priscilla and I need to go get something.”

The two of them head back to the entrance.

“So what’s your plan?” I ask Brendan.

He looks around and then briefly opens his trench coat. In the short time it was open I could see he’s wearing a bunch of BDSM stuff. “After mingling down here for a bit, Priscilla and I plan on heading upstairs. What about you?” he says.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well some people would be really into the way you look right now so you could have a lot of fun upstairs,” he says.