"Hurry up, babe, we have to get going," Jared called through the door. I had to grit my teeth and tear my eyes away from the mirror to answer with, "Just a minute."
The matching costumes had seemed like such a good idea when I came up with the concept. Now, staring at my reflection, I wasn't so sure. Too late now, I told myself. It was our first Halloween party as a couple and we had matching costumes. I'd been so excited for the night and I tried to stop worrying and get some of that feeling back.
I gave myself once last glance. I made a really unattractive woman but that wasn't the point. My sister had come and helped me with the finishing touches and gone to her own party plans. The dark mascara and red, red lipstick were in place, as was the wig. Still, there was no disguising my man face. Or the big lump of cock and balls under the satiny dress. Hell, if I tipped my hips forward you could practically see my circumcision scar under the silky panties and dress. Oh well, nothing to be done now. We were already late for the party. I'd have to remember to sit with my legs crossed.
I opened the bathroom door and Jared's eyes swept over me, taking it all in. He looked hot in his old-fashioned gangster suit, a fake tommy gun in his hand. His fedora was tilted at an angle that made his handsome face look mysterious. He looked really good.
"You look good, Ty, real good." I didn't think he was seeing the same thing I had. I smoothed my hands down the sides of my flapper dress. It was tight around my chest and stomach, not so much around my hips and legs. The thins straps of the dress and bra rested right between the groove of my traps and delts. I tucked a little toy gun into the garter just below the hem of the dress.
"I look stupid but you look hot." I tried not to pout about. What had I been thinking?
"Seriously, you look good," he tried to placate me. I just rolled my eyes at him and slid my feet into the low heels I had waiting by the bed. They'd been nearly impossible to find with my size thirteen feet. In the end me and my sister, Kathy, had found them at a store for trannies and drag queens downtown.
"Let's go," I said and walked toward the door. I wondered how anyone walked in heels, even little ones like mine. I had to concentrate on each step. Worse, I had to keep a hand on Jared's shoulder just to make it to the car. Luckily it wasn't too cold and I didn't need a jacket.
On the ride over we talked about my friends and I gave Jared the latest gossip on who was doing who and what to expect at the party. My nerves eased a bit until we got to my friend Mike's house. We had to park a block away and I found myself leaning on Jared again.
I hate to admit I was vain but I liked guys to stare at me. The drag made me feel foolish and undesirable. I steeled my nerves as we approached the house and plastered a big smile on my face. Had I really thought this was a clever idea to go as a gangster and his moll?
Jared opened the door for me and the thumping bass assaulted my ears. There seemed to be hundreds of people inside. I recognized a few right off and Mike was there. He surged over to me and Jared.
"You made it!" he all but screamed at us. I kept my hand in Jared's and air-kissed Mike's cheeks. "You both look amazing," he gushed. He was wearing a cowboy outfit and I complimented him in kind. His current boyfriend, Jeffery, came up behind him dressed as an Indian. He wore a loincloth, moccasins and some body paint. I wished I'd gone with the go-go boy costumes. I even bought the matching neon green g-strings and the rhinestone pasties to put on our chests. Too bad Jared would never be comfortable showing that much skin. I gave Jeffery a fake smile and pulled Jared further into the house.
Eventually I got over myself and began to enjoy the party. Jared and I split up at one point. I felt bad that he didn't know many of the people at the party but every time I looked over the crowd to find him he was talking to someone. And every time his eyes were already on me. There was a strange kind of intensity in his eyes each time they found mine.
My shoes stayed on for about five minutes before I ditched them. I caught up with a bunch of friends I hadn't seen much of since Jared and I started living together. A few times I wished he was by my side but I wasn't insecure enough to need him there. And if I had been all I had to do was look over at him where he was half paying attention to whatever conversation was going on around him and half watching me.
I had a few drinks, enough to take the edge off, and started having fun. It wasn't long before I was in the backyard dancing. The temperature had dropped but the heat from all the bodies and the strings of paper lanterns kept the area warm. For awhile I mostly forgot all about my costume, except to fix the Cleopatra wig when it started slipping.
"You ready to get out of here?" Jared asked sometime later when he'd found me.
"Are you?" I worried that he'd been having less fun than me. I glanced around and realized a lot of people had left the party. It was later than I'd thought.
"I want to take you home," he leaned close and said near my ear. Sounded good to me.
"Let's go," I said and took his hand. I found Mike and thanked him for a good time. We passed by the last of the revelers and through the front door.
I felt good about the party, glad we'd come. I had taken some shit from my friends for dating a guy I met on Grindr. Coming with Jared was proof that it was possible to meet a good guy on there and let it turn into something more.
"You okay to drive?" I asked as we walked down the block.
"Yeah, I didn't drink." He took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Jared was obsessive about his diet and working out so I wasn't surprised he hadn't had even a beer. I shrugged his jacket tighter in the cool air and he wrapped an arm around me to keep me steady in my recovered heels.
The drive home went fast while I talked and gossiped some more, filling Jared in on what I'd heard at the party. We got back to our apartment and I sighed happily, it felt good to be home. I stepped out of my shoes but before I could take off the wig Jared stopped me.
"Leave it on for a little bit?" he asked. Suddenly he seemed nervous.
"Sure," I drew the word out with a quirked eyebrow.
"Could we maybe, I don't know, like, uh, play around some?" It was strange to see my self-confident boyfriend so tongue-tied.
"Yeah?" I tried to figure out what was going on in his handsome head.
"Like, you know, um... pretend you're really a, a girl?"
