Text your best friend, asking her to come to you.

As Lauren sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating, her panic and fear subsided significantly, to the point where a shy and vague feeling began to take for in her head. She was scared at the prospect, yet a sliver of excitement began to swirl inside her head, highlighting all the fun possibilities of her costume. As more and more sexy thoughts began to form inside her head, she could now feel her pussy beginning to wet in anticipation.

"Maybe I could go to the party." she thought to herself. "I mean, people will probably freak a bit when they see the level of 'realism' of my costume, but perhaps if I stay in character maybe it will all go down alright." she thought, trying to comfort herself.

"No. This won't work. They will become suspicious and freak out, and then I will freak out and this could end very bad." reasoned a more cautious part of her mind.

"No, no. I can't do this. I need help sorting this out." she rationed as she graciously got up and walked to pick up her phone.

"I will call Gwen and ask her to come over to help. I can't do this by myself."

to be continued...