Becoming Amethyst

Emily emerged from behind the screen, a little embarrassed to be standing in front of this girl in just her bra and panties.

‘Oh, you’ll have to take those off too,’ said Hen as she unpacked the plastic bag.

‘I can’t wear underwear?’ Emily asked. She could feel her cheeks growing red at the thought of stripping completely naked. She had, after all, only met Hen a matter of minutes ago.

‘No, it will ruin the aesthetic.’ Hen was sorting through the costume items, clearly not interested in Emily’s body or her embarrassment. Her matter-of -fact professional attitude made Emily feel slightly foolish: this was a big organisation and of course this is how things were done. Still, she blushed even more as she removed her bra and felt her face becoming very hot as she stepped out of her knickers. Throwing her underwear on the pile of her clothes she hoped Hen wouldn’t notice and think she was an amateur at this. Even so, she couldn’t help covering herself with her hands as best she could.

‘Okay,’ said Hen, passing Emily a thin strip of black cloth. ‘This first.’

Emily looked at it, trying to work out what it was. It seemed to be roughly a V shape, and there wasn’t much to it. Maybe this is the underwear, thought Emily as she thought she had figured out how it worked. She stepped into the V, pulling the elastic material up over her hips. Then the tips of the V looped over her shoulders such that the costume ran in two lines from her groin and over her breasts. It was cut very high on her hips, almost like a G-string at the rear so her bottom felt very exposed. The garment barely covered her pubic hair and Emily felt that even the slightest movement would cause her boobies to pop out from behind the strips of cloth sitting precariously over her nipples. This was almost worse than being naked!

Hen looked her up and down. ‘That fits well, looking good. Now the boots.’

The boots were black and shiny, and came half way up Emily’s thighs. They were comfortable and clearly well made, but surely she was meant to be a witch, not a stripper!

Next came a leather corset, which at least gave Emily some cover. Hen clipped it together at the back. This was also black, and covered in silver pins and chains, and sections of it were torn and slashed so Emily’s pale skin was visible in parts. Maybe this is the reason for the strange underwear, she thought. Hen then wrapped a leather belt around Emily’s waist with a cloth strip hanging down in front and behind. Again, it offered a small amount of cover although Emily still felt really quite exposed. She was really regretting this choice of character when Hen covered the whole costume up with a white dress, similar to her own, with a gold bodice and loose sleeves. Why go to all this trouble when all anybody would see is the dress? Emily wondered.

Looking in the mirror, Emily was disappointed to see that her costume was nothing special compared to what she might have chosen. She could have been a knight, or a queen, but actually she looked as though she would be more suited to serving beer in a tavern than fighting in battles.

Then the penny dropped: ‘Oh, I’m a spy!’ she thought to herself. ‘I’m undercover!’ Suddenly she saw the point of the costume. Nobody would look twice at her dressed like this, and certainly nobody would suspect that she was actually a supremely powerful witch!

Walking out of the tent Emily effortlessly blended into the bustle of people coming and going. Nobody noticed her as she took a seat near the fire pit. She had been instructed to hang out and help herself to refreshments until her Game Master, Ted arrived to brief her. Ted was going to be looking after Emily as her storyline progressed and would give her some magic spells and super powers! She didn’t know how long it would be until Ted collected her, however, and she quite liked the idea of exploring this new world. She was completely unremarkable and uninteresting in this garb after all, so why not?