A girl costume.

You open the bag and are shocked to see it is hardly a costume at all. The first piece is two pieces of tanned hide leather about 3” by 4” with leather thread holding them together about 1” apart and another two pieces of leather thread that would tie in the back to make what would classify as a skimpy halter top, or possibly a bikini top depending on how you looked at it. The second piece was another pair of pieces of tanned hide this time about 6” wide and hanging 10” long with a pair of cross stitched leather thread up each side about 4” long that look designed to be tied as tight as possible on the hips to hold up what would have to be called a skirt. The third piece was a tiny thong made of the same leather thread with a tiny patch of hide to cover your pussy. The only other accessories were a feathered headdress and a pair of large ancient looking cuffs with long chains.

“What the hell? You can’t seriously think that would fit me do you. If I was a tiny woman maybe. If I put that on I will look stupid as hell and there is no way I will win, not to mention with the hair and style you gave me it wouldn’t even make sense.”

“Sure it does, you are my little punk **** girl, haven’t you ever seen mad max?”

“Oh, ok I guess that sorta works but still it is size small and this thong will never cover my cock.”

“Don’t worry my silly little bitch, besides didn’t I tell not to speak unless spoken to.” She punctuates this with a slap across your face that stings like crazy and knocks you off your feet. As you hit the ground you feel queasy and throw up. Light headed you try to stand and as you do you look at her weird. She seems to be taller than you some how, but standing is to much and she helps you to sit back down. “Here these shoes will go perfect with that costume, I was going to have you barefoot but I don’t want you to get hurt.” She sits down in front of you and puts on a pair of clear mule style shoes with 6” chunky heels and a 2“ platform. She then helps you up and holds you as she puts the costume on you as you stand there light headed and almost in a stupor.

She finishes with the manacles and as they click shut you realize you feel a little better, she walks you back to the car and with a far more feminine voice than you are accustomed to hearing you ask, “But how did it fit?”

“Shhh, don’t make me slap you again, I will let you speak when we get to the club no sooner.” She puts her finger in front of your lips as she says this and she puts you in the passenger seat and speeds off to the party. As she hands you a little leather bag with beading you figure must have been the inspiration for your little costume and puts 3 $20s in it. “Now go in and remember your name is Tina Smith and you don’t know me. I am going to fix the contest so you will win just don’t fuck it up. Do you understand? You can speak now.”

“I understand.” You reply sheepishly and climb out of the car. Walking far more gracefully than you would have felt possible on your heels you go in the club.

Getting up to the desk the man looks at you and asks. "Your name miss?"

You are shocked by his reaction, in this skimpy costume how does anyone not know instantly you are a man. You realize he must just be humoring you and you answer, “Tina Smith, I am here for the costume party.”

“Cool, yeah yours is definitely one of the sexiest I have seen walk in here today, you must be cold. If you want I could help you warm up.” He says with a flirting smile.

What the hell is this guy some kind of fag? Still in disbelief you brush it off. Flashing him a naughty little smile unknowingly you answer, “I dunno, I am here to meet someone, maybe some other time.” You are stunned at what you just said but you wink at him as you walk on into the club none the less.

“That’s cool, you can’t blame me for trying. The costume judging is at 1 am. Have fun till then and don’t forget to tip your bartender.” He finishes that with obvious practiced ease and you notice as you walk in he watches your ass the entire way.

You get in and before you even get to the dance floor or the bar you hear someone ask, “Can I get you a drink?” Turning you see the blue haired chic that brought you here holding what looks like a tequila sunrise and wearing a nametag that reads, “Maxine”

You take the drink but before you can speak she cuts you off and adds quietly, “Go dance and mingle if you stay by me my boss might get suspicious.” Then louder, “The names Max, just yell if you need something.”

You hit the dance floor and begin looking around and dance a bit, then you feel a hand on your ass and someone whisper in your ear very close to you, “Mmm you look fine, how about we go find somewhere dark and private and I fuck you silly?”