Is here!!

October 31st

Halloween. It's here. And for all my money problems, I'm happy with my apartment. Big bedroom, big living room with a huge couch. This is what having family in real estate gets you. I can afford an apartment that I can celebrate parties in! It even has two bedrooms, so I had Catherine crash at my place sometimes when her roommate had a guy over. During the last year, Francesca asked to stay once because her AC broke last summer.

Of course, nothing happened in all that time. I only ever had eyes for Catherine and she wasn't interested, while also too dear to my heart for me to ever get pushy about it. It was probably better that way. As much as I wish we were something more, having a friend you can trust that much can be worth more than any therapist. I missed texting her late at night, talking my worries off my chest. Well, most of my worries, I never told her anything about my romantic struggles for obvious reasons.

Knock knock knock... knock Here it was. The secret signal that the two girls were here. It was crucial to know whether Catherine or the two of them were coming. The two had their dresses on already. I quickly excused myself to my room and pulled over the robe. I'm still not vibing with the idea, but I have to say, it's a very easy costume to wear.

When I returned, the girls were already setting up everything. "I got these for ten bucks from a set that no longer needs them" Rebecca explains, as she continues to fill my rooms with lit candles. Eventually, only my kitchen remains as needing light. I head over to the kitchen to see Francesca preparing some snacks they brought along. Together with the third dress, I'm certain the splitting was fair now.

I went back to Rebecca, who was still busy. "You like set design?" I ask her. She ponders it for a while and says "Maybe. This theme really gets me going. It's not every day that you get to enact occult stuff as an actress. I'm really excited. When Francesca told me about this idea, I was ecstatic." "Did you invite any others? I hope you didn't lead with that theme" I asked with a chuckle. "They all had other invitations, this is pretty spontaneous of us" she answered.

I sat down on my couch, as Rebecca still hurried around my apartment. "Anything I can help you with?" I ask her. She declines however "Thanks, but stay seated. And get used to it, this party is going to involve you as our leader. Do you think your servants, eager to earn your admiration, would let you do anything? If you dislike anything we do, be sure to tell us promptly and decisively. You are a cult leader, you must project strength and self-confidence!" I was a bit baffled by her choice of words, but I guess I have to get used to this kind of roleplay for a bit. I guess a more professional actor would do better with her stage directions.

I never got to know Rebecca well, but I've come to realize that she's a very supportive team player. And what's greater is that she can tag Francesca along. As the preparations take time, the two are getting me used to my new role. Rebecca asks "O benevolent one, what should we do about the seating?" Francesca already entered the living room with four plates in her hands. Now was my time to react well "Grab three more chairs from the second bedroom, we'll use the the normal table." This was what Rebecca asked me to do. My answers to their questions should be phrased as orders. No confirmations, no questions about feasibility, just an order. They will have to figure out how to put my orders into reality.

And so we continued. I became more of a strict supervisor than a host or friend in those few minutes, their uncertainties and confusion being swept away by my orders. After all was set and done, Rebecca proudly exclaimed "We've still got 10 minutes. Exalted one, we still need the last touches to become the perfect followers of you." In essence, she was asking for ways to get the final costume prep done. "Go to the second bedroom and put all your costume bags and your normal clothing there." I had realized that they hadn't yet stashed away all their bags, so I figured we might as well hide the evidence from Catherine. Just a small detail, but she's not supposed to know that these costumes are brand new.

As I sat on my couch, pessimistically expecting Catherine to come early and ruin their surprise, I overheard the two girls talking. It was refreshing to hear them talk normally and relaxed again. I started listening with Francesca's big 'wow': "Wow, these are cool. Are they reusable?" "No, that's why they were so cheap. These contact lenses are colored, so they'll hinder your vision a bit. The moment we reveal it, I suggest you pop 'em out again." "They're so perfectly white... it's unnatural and creepy." "Yeah that's the point. Now hold still for a moment, I've only got so many of these rubbers." Francesca loudly asked "Rubbers? This isn't a condom, is it?" "It practically is, a condom is just rubber anyway. You have a good short bobcut, so I'll pull it over your hair and give you a wig." "You still haven't told me what the point of this is." Rebecca sighed, as if she's explained it a lot before "Listen, I know this gooey substance is gross in your hair but you said it would be creepier if we looked very similar. I need my long black curls for the camera, so you have to wear the wig." Francesca sighed and both girls left the room.

Both looked very similar now, or as close as one can come without fighting biology. Francesca has always been a shortie. Rebecca probably had enough outside movie shoots to give her a decent tan. Even the dresses showed a bit of their differences. Besides her above average height for an adult woman, Rebecca probably fit the definition of average in what most guys cared about. Average breasts, average ass, from what little I've seen of it. I think Catherine has got them both beat in the sizes of their areas, especially with Francesca's small, yet seemingly very firm breasts and ass. Nevertheless, the wig was a surprise for me and threw me off. Rebecca's black curls fit her nicely, but it looked off on the usually brunette Francesca. Well whatever.

Knock knock