You decide to cross dress as an Amazonian gladiator

Yeah, yeah, the cross dressing idea starts appealing to you the more you think about it. Your again thinking how epic it will be to see the look on Ashley’s face. She’s always playing pranks on you, teasing you about inappropriate stuff Now it’s time to turn the tables! Imagine how awkward and embarrassed she’ll be having to walk with you the whole night all dolled up as a girl.

Only problem is you don’t actually have anything girly to wear. Ah but your sisters definitely do! Spinning on heel you walk to the door, and peak out into the hallway to check if the coast is clear.

The Seeing no one around you walk over to your little sister Sarah’s room. Knocking to check if she’s there you don’t get any response so quickly you slink inside and shut the door behind you. Your heart starts to beat a bit faster with nervousness as you head to Sarah’s closet.

It’s already half open with some of her clothes strewn about the floor in front of it. There presence a sign that Sarah is already at that Halloween you heard she was going to today. Checking the clothes still hung up, you first search through Sarah’s old costumes to see if any of those catch your eye. Unfortunately they’re all way to small for you, or way to lame. You are NOT going as a tutu wearing fairy, you want to cross dress as something that’s like sexy not stupid.

Frowning you check the clothes on the floor yet none of those are really good either. Mostly their just kind of pieces of outfits as it seems Sarah made her own this year. Then as you see a prop sword on the ground your stuck by a sense of inspiration.

You’re reminded of a character that was recently added to a fighting game you played. Zoe the newest grappler in rumble royal 7 is an Amazon gladiator woman. yeah you can definitely scrounge up the materials to make an outfit that simple for sure. Grabbing the prop sword from the ground you start searching around Sarah’s room for anything useable.

After a few minutes you get nice little collection of items. Scooping up your loot, you quickly rush back to your own room and set your haul down on the floor. Taking stock of everything you have, you start to sort through it all.

First you have head band with some Native American designs, it possibly being from a Indian costume. You’re sure Zoe where’s one with a more Aztec design but the overlap in appearance still make the one you have passable. Next is a few dark red wrappings, the long strips of fabric like colored bandages. You think these might be part of some art project where Sarah had to make a puppet if memory serves you. Then there’s a red sash. you don’t actually know where this one comes from, but it doesn’t look to important so your conscious is clean taking it. Finally you have a container of Halloween face paints and brushes. There purpose obvious.

It’s a good grouping of accessories for what you’ve got planned but it’s not the main part of the outfit. Going back to your closet you pull out the spartan costume you had from last year. Not really doing any growing since then it should still fit just fine. You toss the costume on to the floor with the rest of the other stuff. Then you dash out to the hallway again, this time you heading for your older sister Crystal’s room.

Entering while not even bothering to check this time you immediately head over to her dresser to start going through her drawers. You opening each on till you find the one that has her underwear. There’s a slightly awkward tightness in your stomach while you start going through her different bottoms, and bras. You having to insist internally that this isn’t weird. Yeah you’re not like your perving on your sis’s stuff

“Sooo uh whatcha doing?” A familiar voice then says making you jump.

Whirling around you see your older sister Crystal standing in the door way, arms crossed. The puzzled expression she has so potent on her face you can detect it even with the day of the dead skeleton make up she has on. The make up matching the short black dress she’s on. The grab having a traditional gothic style with multi colored swirls that run down the stomach. The robot end of the skirt being outlined with multi colored roses.

“H-H-Hi Crystal.”

You’re ears burn as you’re at a loss for what to say. Caught literally red handed right now, what can you say to make this not seem as bad as it looks.

“So I’m guessing your at least not trying to get my sent off of those since those are my CLEAN underwear.”She says motioning with her head to the dirty pile in a nearby hamper which you choose to ignore.

“ So unless you’ve suddenly grown a fondness for lemon sent, with your incest fetish I assume there is something else going on here.” Sarah says causally leaning again the door frame, her positioning blocking any attempt of an easy exit.

With her not jumping to the worst conclusion she could when seeing her little brother digging in her underwear drawer your able to find your words again.

“I-I was looking for something for a costume I am making, I thought this would make a um umm um nice eye patch, yeah eye patch.” You stutter wrapping the panties around your head to cover your left eye in a desperate attempt to prove your not lying.

“Righttttttttt.” Crystal drags on the word sarcastically, her obviously not believing you.

She then straightens up, arms still crossed she takes a few menacing steps forward while grinning slyly.

“And what exactly is your costume?” She inquires wanting to see you flounder bit more with some lame attempts to lie.

“A p-pirate!” You declare earnest as you can, though your tone wobbles.

“But I’m pretty sure you had a pirate outfit from a few years ago.” Crystal rocks from side to side, looking up she closes her eyes to give a faux impression that she’s having trouble remembering.

“I uh, lost it!” You say with a reply that’s to quick to not be an obvious fib.

“Hmmmm…” Crystal hums acting like she’s mulling over whether tot believe you or not.

Taking you gaze off her glance at the door for a chance to escape. You’re then blindsided as in a flash Crystal closes the few feet between you to and flicks you on the fore head.

“Owwww.” You whine, rubbing a white spot of irritated skin where she hit you.

“Moron, what are you even saying?” Crystal scoffs finally dropping the act.

“You know I don’t like you coming into my room let alone searching through my underwear, that’s a huge invasion of piracy.” She says actually starting to get annoyed with you after such a dumbass lie.

Really now, are you trying to insult her intelligence by come up with such nonsense?

“Sorry…” You reply taking the underwear off while hanging your head in shame.

“Just what the hell are you actually doing?” Crystal taps a foot impatient on the carpeted floor, her not letting this go till she gets the actual truth now.

“I uh needed some of your uh ‘stuff’ for my costume.” You say not even wanting to say the word underwear right now.

“Really?” Curious, Crystal raises an eyebrow.

She relaxes somewhat, as she can tell your telling the truth of avoiding being specific.

“Yeah my idea for an outfit is kind of adult this year...” You turn a cheek to the left this time as you speak, not even able to look at Crystal while you talk as it’s to embarrassing.

“Show me.” Crystal instruct dryly.

“What, oh uh I want to make an outfit of this character.” Quickly you whip out your phone and find a picture of Zoe before handing it off to show Crystal.

As Crystal looks at the screen her brow goes up in surprise, then she grins.

“Wow Doug I’m impressed your going full cross dresser this year, is this an indicative of some sort of life turning point for you.” Crystal chuckles, her tone amused, teasing, but not mocking.

“W-what no, it’s just you know it’s Halloween and I was going to go with Ashley and she’s always messing with me about lewd stuff or whatever and I thought this would be a way to get her back.” You explain.

“Ah so this is because of old Ash huh?” Crystal says her more then familiar with your best friend.

Her also familiar that Ashley has a crush on you, that you don’t know about. It ironic that everyone in your family but you yourself are able to notice this.

“Well if that’s the class I’ll lend you my expertise in costume making.” Crystal smiles with a cheery wink.

“Really?” .

“Yeah I made this costume my self while at college after all.” Says Crystal holding skirt of her dress for either side to show of the roses she’s painstakingly sowed to the dress herself.

“Here based in the picture you showed me…” Crystal trails off as she goes through one of the suit cases she brought from college.

“This is pretty much what your looking for.” Crystal then pulls from her luggage a dark red two piece bikini.

The top bra part is a banduea while the bottoms are a high cut style.

“Here take your shirt off.” Crystal tells you approaching with the two items.

“Umm I can dress my self thank you very much.” You say turning your body to the side and defensively grabbing your shirt.

“I have to stitch up the top a bit so fits you dumbs ass other wise it’s going to be too lose.”Crystal rolls her eyes annoyed.

“Won’t that ruin it then?” You ask catching the bikini top as Crystal throws it to.

“Small price to pay in order to give my little brother an unforgettable Halloween night, besides I can just buy a new one.” Crystal smirks her seemingly just being nice.

Though secretly she hopes of you show up in a sexy outfit Ashley won’t be able to help herself, and will finally find the balls to make an overt move on you. Being your older sister she knows that deep down you have feelings for your best friend. Even if you are to dense to identify said feelings. With your big sis hoping that with enough skin shown by this costume that SOMETHING romantic might finally happen between the two of you

Taking off your shirt you hesitate for a second or two. Yet you opt not to think to hard about how this is probably isn’t a standard simbling interactions for most families, and how weird it really is.Putting the bikini top on, you see it indeeds slips down your chest as it’s to loose like Crystal said. Crystal reaches into one of the boxes on the floor. Digging through the stuff she had just freshly brought back after the move from college, she takes out a small container of sowing supplies. Her then having you turn around and sit on the corner of the bed so she can begin work.

“You aren’t going to end up sticking me with one of those pin are you?” Ask worriedly as you see Crystal pull out a pin cushion.

“Not if you don’t squirm around, now hold still.” Crystal says as puts in the first pin.

It takes about five minutes of needle, and thread work for Crystal to make the necessary adjustments to the bikini top. With it now snugly hugging your chest once she finished.

“Right there we should be good to go those titties are all nice and covered up now.” Crystal chirps jokingly as she nods approving at her work.

“Ugh, don’t say that your making things weird.” You grumble at Crystal making a face.

“Says the cross dresser.” Crystal snaps back with a little laugh.

“Hey cross dressing is perfectly respectable hobby in this day and age.” You retort sarcastically.

“Right, anyways I need to help mom out with some stuff for the tricker treaters, I assume you have a plan to deal with her, or do I need to run defense on how it is perfectly okay for her son to be out looking like an exotic stripper?” Crystal asks stretching as she then puts back the sowing supplies

You thinking it’s nice of her to offer going to bat for you against mom if need be.

“I got a plan it should be fine, thanks for the offer though.” You tell Crystal it nice to see your sibling bond is still strong even after her being away at collage for so long.

“Okay see ya then, oh and Doug.” Crystal pauses momentarily at the door as she poised to leave.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Say hi to Ashley for me?” Crystal says with strangely knowing expression before making her exist.

You kind of confused on what’s she was playing with that look in her eye, but you don’t ponder it further. Putting your shirt on to hide the bikini top incase your mom sees you in the hallway you stuff the bikini bottoms in your Jean pocket , and head back to your own room. Once back inside you shut the door and lock it. With all the stuff needed collected you begin the process of actually putting together the costume.

Taking off your clothes you put on the bikini bottoms. They fit perfectly hugging your crotch with out threat of slipping. Which makes you wonder just how tight these must be on Crystal, if they fit perfectly in you.

Checking yourself in the mirror you do a little twirl to view the full visage of you in the two piece bikini. The top now properly fitting, really does give off a vibe of femininity to your normally innocuous boy chest. It imaging how perceptions of a body part can change with just a strip of fabric.

The bikini bottoms however does the job of empathizes what was already there, rather then changing a persons impression of a body part like the bra top. In the front your cock bulge has a vague out line, not enough to be explicit, but enough to say ‘hey I’m here’. While in the back the extreme deep leg cut, and raised straps show off a good amount of your ass checks. With the V shape of the under garments giving your hips, and butt a little more curved look then usual.

With the core part of the outfit on you move on to the spartan costume you have. It’s the typical Greece style of protective plating, simple, and functional with a lot more openings then a medieval knights armor. The costume is plastic, but it’s painted to be a dull bronze metal. Besides the armor, the full set comes with some ancient looking dull brown sandals, a red crimson cape, a spartan helmet, and a spartan skirt. However all you’re interested in right now is the ‘bronze’ protective graves that reach from wrist to just below the elbow, the leg plates that reach from ankles to knees, and the sandals.

Putting those on you look in the mirror again. Ah there we are, now that’s almost perfect. Adding a few modifications to the armor you take dull red bandages, and wrap them around the armor keeping space between each wind of the bandages to really give a stylized loose look. With you tying each of the strips of fabric off in away that leaves a bit of strand to freely drape, and flow as you move. Each off your limbs having a nice little trial of red that you can shake around.

Still not done with the bandages, you wrap two on each of your thighs, and one more tightly wound strip just below your shoulders. With the two on each thigh spaced about three inches between one other making it so that the space of soft flesh between each strip is bulging a little. Next you take the sash, and tie it around your waist, knotting it at the left side of your hip so that two ends about a foot in length flow freely the the bandages on the armor.

After that you head to the side bathroom your room has. Opening the medicine cabinet mirror you retrieve a brush, and hair product. While you don’t have any where near enough length of Zoe’s normal hair style which falls all the way to the small of her back, there is an alt hair doo she has which you can probably pull off. Most of the time you have your hair unkempt, and free like super dude at the beach. How ever Zoe has her hair in a sort of flippy bob for her alt style. It a lot more neater with the ends flipping outwards, and upwards. Using the brush to get out any knots your golden blond strands have, with a helping hand of moose you match Zoe’s hair nearly one to one.

“Huh not bad at all…”
You say patting a hand on the top of your head as you examine yourself in the bathroom mirror.

Returning back to your bed room, you pick up that native head band from before. Being careful to leave your hair as undisturbed as possible you secure the hair band around your for head. For the final touch of the costume you grab the make paint. Taking a tube of nice vibrant red, and small thin tip brush you paint a small crude fang. The top starting just under your left eye, and curving inwards towards your mouth. You then repeat that process with your right eye. Then topping it off with a thick line of red that runs down from your bottom lip to the end of your chin.

Giving the pant about five or seven minutes to dry, you head over to see your now completed completed costume in all its glory Looking at yourself in the mirror it is kind of shocking how much you look like Zoe from the game. It’s something you never took notice of before, but despite being different genders you both have a very similar physiques.

You never call yourself like a femboy or anything, but your not the peek of masculinity. That partly being due to a rare but harmless genetic condition where you don’t have any body hair. The lack of any bushyness allowing the your fair white skin unhindered viewing access to anyone able to catch a glance of your bare body. Your soft milky hide having a glossy like complexion that shines a bit even under the lowest of lights. That attribute a result of you using the high quality body wash of your mother and sisters as you never cared to buy your own.

As well you have a rather thin, slender body structure. You don’t have much bulk really, never hitting weights or any lifting for exercise as you mostly keep to walking or running regularly to stay fit. Thin is the right descriptor as you don have a of contours that outline your bones. Lean, lean is the word that Ashley used to describe you if you remember correctly.

On the other end of it though Zoe is designed to be athletic, and a little built for a woman. This is so that her appearance make sense with her amazon back ground, and fit with her throw heavy fighting style where she usual is chucking around opponents much bigger then her in the game.

Her broad shoulders for a girl matching with your narrow shoulders for a guy. Her more defined stomach, comparative to your narrower tummy. That slightly bit of muscle she has a akin to your lack of prominent muscle you. The gladiator’s wider waist similar to your slimmer one. Those soft features in your face, mirroring her more harden ones. Your more rounded rump, verging on her more tight ass.

Checking yourself out in the mirror some more, you strike a few poses Zoe makes from the game. Holding the plastic sword triumphantly in the air while balancing on one leg as if leaping from the floor. Turning around back to the mirror with twisting at the waist to look back over your shoulder in a rather sexy, and striking angle that accentuates your butt. Doing a classic flex of both your arms while standing with your feet shoulder apart. Damn… you really do look like her. Just oozing that subtle, athletic, tom boy energy that Zoe had surrounding her in the game.

Is it weird to be attracted to yourself while cross dressing? Cuz in in this get up your find yourself down right sexy. Hell you bet certain people, on certain internet forms might even pay money for pictures of you like this. Well maybe for a little more skin, you think, your hand slowly staring to pull down the front of your bikini bottoms.

However before you fill start entertaining a new career on the internet you snap back to reality. Letting the waist band of the bikini bottom snap back up into place you shake your head of the cobwebs, and get back on track. Beginning to put on the rest of the spartan armor, while this isn’t part of your actual costume you need to wear it out of the house so your mom isn’t suspicious. Putting on the bronze chest plate, helmet, cape and skirt you grab the bag for candy you had prepared, and exit your room.

Heading down the stairs you make your way to the kitchen.

“Hey mom I’m leaving to go tricker treating with Ashley!” You call out looking around for her.

“Okay be safe alright.” She says sticking her head in from
the living room, her now in a rather generic looking Queen costume.

“I will.” You reply waving to your mother making sure she saw you in the spartan outfit before running off.

Opening the front door to your house the cool fall breeze tickles your skin as you walk down the porch stairs. You quickly ditch the chest plate, helmet, and the skirt. Stashing them out of sight behind a bush in the front yard so that you can put them on again later before you enter your house again. Now your mom will none the wiser about your outing in this more ‘eccentric’ costume. You opt to keep the cape with you in your candy bag though as while the wind isn’t to made right now it might get more chilly later. With a satisfied chuckle about your sneakiness you begin to make your way down the sidewalk, a certain lightheartedness in your step as you practical skip along. You again so looking forward to seeing Ashley reaction when she sees you like this.

Though all your enthusiasm starts to drain as you then start to see other costume goers, and the reality of your situation sets in. Planning to do this is one thing but actually doing this… Well it sort of all hits you at once like a truck. You’re in public, outside, dressed in girl clothes, girl clothes that show a lot of skin. Swallowing nervousness starts to set in, and the speedy walking pace you had slows to a gradual shuffle. Eventually you stop freezing up as a group of rambunctious costumed teens about your age cross the street to your side of the side walk.

Your practically grinding your teeth as they reach you. Them only a foot or to away, white hot panic flares up in your chest, and you squeeze your eyes shut not knowing what’s to do. You wait… wait… wait… and then nothing. Slowly opening one eye, and then the other you around look to see that the group has already past you by. Them seemingly not even acknowledging your presence as they are too caught up in their own laughter and conversations. With this you breathe a small sigh of relief, you still a bit on edge but less so now.

“Hey nice costume.” A male voice from behind then says making you jump in surprise.

Spinning around you see a couple with there arms tangled intimately around one another looking to you. The guy who is dressed as the grim reaper giving an amused smirk at your surprised reaction but evening it out with a genuinely friendly wave of the hand as he passes by. You assume he’s the one who gave the compliment. The girl who is a clown gives you a cheery smile as well, her gaze noticeable lingering over your body for a second or two before snapping back to the guy she’s clinging to. Again some of that tension you as you let out a deep exhale through the mouth. That interaction helping you rationalize the obvious fact that everyone around you isn’t instantly zeroing in to ridicule you dressing up like this.

You need to stop freaking out, you can do this, it’s not like your going to get arrested or something. Starting to get a move on once more, walk slowly to the end of the side walk. You hold your breath ever time another tricker or treater passes you by, anxiety prickling the back of your neck every time some one gets only a foot or two away. Yet besides an occasional glance or momentarily stare nothing happens. You making it to the other side of the road to the next side with out incidents.

“Oh my god I LOVE your costume!” A feminine voice shouts to you.

Looking to your left you see a red headed girl dressed in a low cut witches outfit rushing over to you. In a split second she’s right in your face, recoiling back a step by her high energy you stutter to speak.

“U-uh-uh.”

“gasp Oh you’re a guy wow that’s even more impressive I couldn’t even tell from far away.” The girl chirps eyes sparkling with amazement.

She swoops around you, circling to examine your costume from every angle.

“Like you look super sexy, total hot love it, love it!” The girl bounces excitedly still right up in your personal space.

“Th-thanks.” You speak finally managing to find your voice as you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck.

Your cheeks go a bit roses, and you feel a sense of embarrassment, though it’s the good kind of embarrassment. That kind you get when persons is flustered by positive attention.

“Here let’s take a pic together, cheese!” The girl chirps whipping out a phone and snapping a picture with her arm around you before you can even say yes or no.

“Awesome, awesome, awesome, take care have a good night.” The girl checks the photos before dashing back over to the group of friends she was with.

You’re left scratching your head at what exactly just happened, but nonetheless the girl showing such appreciation for your costume has fully dispelled mostly any nervousness you had left. Hehe maybe she really is a which and put a good vibes spell on you, you smile to yourself. In a much better mood, you once more start to get a move on to Ashley’s,

While trotting along, a few more people complement your looks. The praise being both for your costume, and how sexy you look in it. With you unable to help blushing each time it happens, only able to respond back with a shy ‘thank you’ or ‘thanks’ each time. There is also a mix of people assuming you’re a guy or a girl when they call out to you, so you’ve definitely nailed the crossdressing aspect of this costume to at least some degree.

Eventually you reach Ashley’s street, approaching her home you wonder what she’s decided to dress up for this Halloween.