Tinkerbell

As fast as the speed limit and traffic allow, I drive home. In front of my front door, I already see Brad as I drive into the backyard parking lot. Now, so shortly before the start of my work, I am noticeably nervous. Not knowing what will happen tonight is exciting and frightening at the same time. I get out of my van, making sure to keep my legs closed because I don't want the same thing to happen to me as with Jack. I'm holding the comics that Brad gave me this morning in my hand.

Brad has that grin on his face again. He seems very excited about what's going to happen tonight. We greet each other with a hug, even though we don't really know each other. Somehow, he's nice, and it doesn't feel wrong. I open the front door, and we go up the creaking stairs to the apartment. I open the door, which squeaks a little, and we enter my - but unfamiliar - apartment. Jack's eyes widen when he sees all the video and photo equipment and what has been left behind in the apartment: "Wow, you really weren't lying when you said that Jez left everything in her apartment. It looks like she was still here yesterday. Somehow cool, but also creepy."

I answer him quietly while putting the comics on the sideboard of the kitchenette: "Yes, I don't really know what to make of it yet. I just don't understand why she leaves the equipment, which is really expensive, just like that. It's all somehow very strange and creepy. And of course, her costumes too. I don't think they're cheap. Okay, Brad, follow me, the costumes are in the dressing room, although I'd rather call it a junk room."

Brad follows me through the narrowness of the apartment, and I open the door to the closet, in which the many locked boxes are still standing. Brad looks at the clothes racks very closely for a few moments. He smiles and has to laugh a little: "Okay, now I understand what you meant this morning, I don't think this is really your style. Did Jez even wear pants?"

I nod and laugh. "I don't think so. But I haven't looked in the boxes yet, and this morning I had to hurry. Okay, so the costumes are here on the left," I point with my hand towards the two clothes racks. Brad nods. I continue: "You can get an overview. I have to admit that I haven't had the time to look at the comics you gave me yet. I'll get them quickly."

I leave the room briefly and go calmly to the sideboard. Only now do I look at the cover for the first time and see Peter Pan. "I even know that," I'm happy inside, but at the same time I wonder what the cosplay could be. With the comics in my hand, I go back to Brad, who is enthusiastically rummaging through the costumes. When I open the door, he looks at me and sees how I'm still studying the cover: "Do you know Peter Pan?" he asks me. I nod. "Great, that makes it easier. So tonight, the event is about fairies and elves. I know that Jez once cosplayed Tinkerbell and I think that could be a great start for you!" he explains enthusiastically and tells me everything about tonight, Peter Pan and the characteristics of Tinkerbell. He grins again from ear to ear.

Brad searches through the clothes racks: "Ahh, there we have Tinkerbell!" and grabs two hangers from the many. I look at the two hangers and feel a little sick, because there's not much fabric there. I don't know what I imagined, but it wasn't somehow this. I stutter: "Am I supposed to wear that tonight?" Brad confirms my question with an eager nod.

I look at the dress closely. One thing I know for sure: it will be very short. Actually, it's too short for me. Like my outfit today during the day. "But can I really refuse the 40 dollars per hour?" I ask myself. No, I can't. I won't find such a well-paid job again so quickly. I'm sure of that. I look further at the costume: "Okay, Brad. But only because nobody knows me here anyway."

Brad holds the dress out to me: "Try it on quickly. And yes, the dress is daring, but that's what cosplay is all about. You try to transfer the fictional characters into real life, and the truth is that you play with erotic fantasies. Jette, you will be a realized erotic fantasy for some of my customers tonight. They will treat you with respect and not touch you or anything like that, but they will look at you and also ask for photos. You'll have to deal with that."

I swallow hard and then nod, but think: "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into here. Me, an erotic fantasy?"

Brad leaves the room, and I hold the hanger with the dress in my hand. I open the zipper, take it off the hanger, and hold it up in front of me. The green sequins glitter in the dim light of the chamber. The craftsmanship behind the dress is really good, and by good I mean excellent. "How expensive was that?" I ask myself. I quickly take off the little fabric on my body and slip into the dress. Unfortunately, I can't reach the zipper on my back, so I ask Brad to come in and help me. He only sees my back and smiles broadly again. "Perfect," he says more to himself. Somehow, I have to grin too. Nevertheless, he seems thoughtful. He leaves the room again, and I just stand there for a moment. "Can I really wear that?" I ask myself. I leave the room. I have to see the dress in the mirror first.

Brad is sitting on the bed and examining me while I go to the mirror on the door. I turn in front of it and look at myself from all angles. In the natural light, the sequins sparkle even more. The whole dress looks like it's made of big leaves. True craftsmanship. My small breasts are really well covered. My six-pack and navel are released through an oval cutout and thus very emphasized. However, the hem is only just below my butt, and I'm desperately trying to pull the dress down all the time. I look at Brad: "Brad, there's a problem. The dress is so short, I don't feel comfortable in it. If I had shorts that I could wear underneath, okay, but I don't have any. If I move wrong, everyone will see my butt."

Brad nods understandingly and seems thoughtful: "Jette, I can understand that it's too short for you, but I would really appreciate it if you wore the outfit tonight. I don't see an alternative either. Then we'd have to leave it. Is it really that bad for you? I mean, you already said: Nobody knows you here and I think that everyone has already seen a girl in underwear anyway."

Of course, it's bad. I look at Brad somewhat sourly: "Brad, of course nobody knows me, but as you described it, I'll be an object, an erotic fantasy for everyone tonight anyway. Do I then also have to take the risk of showing more than I want?"

I see the disappointment in Brad's face: "Okay, I understand that. Then it's probably not for you. Do you still want to try on the whole costume or should we leave it?"

Somehow, I feel obligated to Brad and I'm also a little curious: "Yes, sure," I answer with a friendly and compassionate smile. Brad grabs the wings on the second hanger and attaches them to my shoulders and back. The wings are transparent with a kind of luminous, glittering skeleton. Really cute and beautiful. The whole outfit is now glittering in the light. I somehow feel like a princess and a little reminded of carnival. I'm frozen in a daydream while Brad rummages through the cupboards and storage facilities of the apartment. But I don't notice any of that. He doesn't tell me what he finds, but he grins. Then I'm torn from my daydream: "Jackpot!" Brad shouts. I turn around and see him coming back with a pair of shoes in his hand. They are open strappy heels with loosely 12cm heels, in the same green as the dress. "Puuuh, I think to myself. I've never walked on something like that before," I think to myself, but I want to give Brad something back at least. He took his time too. I sit down on the bed, and he hands me the heels. Slowly, I need some time to sort the straps so that I can pull them up my legs. It feels unusual when the heels are too high. In fact, it's quite hard on the calf muscles even when sitting. When I have laced and closed the straps, I try to stand up on wobbly legs. It's hard for me to keep my balance, so Brad has to hold and support me. With small steps, he leads me towards the mirror, and I can look at myself in full splendor for the first time. "Woooow, the heels change the complete posture. I turn my butt towards the mirror and can't believe how great my butt and legs look in the heels." Brad can see the sparkle in my eyes. He notices that I like what I see; so he tries again: "Do you really think that you don't want to wear the outfit? You look really beautiful. The outfit fits like a glove. Look at yourself in the mirror; don't you think so too?" I somehow can't and don't want to answer. I look at myself in the mirror and really think that I look very, very good.

Brad speaks again: "Can you imagine how it will feel when my customers look at you? How you fulfill their fantasies? They will love you!"

Without saying a word, Brad goes over to the chamber and starts opening the drawers. In the third drawer, he finds Jez's underwear and examines it. He comes back to me and looks me deep in the eyes. Then he hands me something: "Put this on. It's a nice contrast to the green, and at the same time, the colors go well together."

"What's happening here?" I ask myself, but I move as if on autopilot. Slowly and carefully, I teeter over to the bathroom and close the door behind me. Without thinking about it, I pull the neon green thong down my legs and look at the secret in my hand. What I see is a sporty, but very skimpy, light yellow thong. I step into it and pull it up my legs and into position over the heels. The thong really doesn't cover anything. Nevertheless, I leave the bathroom and go over to Brad. He smiles: "Okay, come on, we still have a few things to do before the customers come."

He pushes me through the door, and we go downstairs.