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🕑 Added 2025-11-02 03:06:24 +0000 UTCJordan used to look forward to Halloween. He was the type to go all out with his costume, prepping it months in advance to ensure every detail was perfect and showcased his creative potential. Sci-fi armors, elaborate puppets, neon light strips, year after year, Jordan gave it his all, it was a passion and he did it simply for the joy of it. Winning costume contests was just a nice little bonus on side. However, things had started to get under his skin. Four years ago he had lost his school’s costume contest to a girl dressed in a 2B costume, sure, the craftsmanship was actually fairly good, but Jordan had a feeling the judges had been more focused on the general cleavage the costume showed. Then 3 years ago he had secured a spt at a halloween con and once again came up second, beat by a woman dressed as a bloody nurse from a video game. Again the costume was decent, though a bit generic looking and it didn't help that the skirt kept riding up her ass during the catwalk.
But the worst had been a year ago, when after spending literal months crafting at his costume (and intricate outfit inspired on medieval times with a puppet dragon mounted on his shoulder) he lost at the party to a girl dressed in nothing but a sheer bodysuits and straps that read “pornstar”.
It was down right insulting. The girl hadn't even made the stupid outfit herself, she had bought it off the internet and it showed with the subpar quality, But of course that did not matter, as long as it hugged her curves tight and pressed her tits together.
“It’s so unfair” he had complained to his buddies, bitterly watching the “costumed” girl flaunting HIS prize, “They dont even put in effort, just because they are women they already get everything handed to them by horny dudes”
“I dunno man, maybe you are just jealous” one of them joked. “I mean If I had a hot bod like that I would also put it to good use, why bother with the rest of the things amiright?” THey laughed, yet that comment stuck inside Jordan’s head.
He would beat the halloween sluts at their own game.
He went all out for the year’s costume prep, making sure to gather materials and props needed with time. Learning to sow was just half the battle, as Jordan went through hours of makeup tutorials in preparation for the big day. Sure, it was strange to think of himself putting in so much effort in getting a good eyeshadow down or in learning how to make his lips appear plump and shiny, but the prideful hunger in him ate away any doubt. He was committed. So committed he wore a waist trainer for a month straight just to be able to fit into his awaiting costume better and practiced walking with the high heeled boots whenever he had a chance to at home. He trained his voice to be lighter, girlier, perfect.
The halloween party finally rolled around, a big one with an equality big costume contest and prize pool. Jordan took a deep breath, he really was going to do this. The costume consisted of Ada wong’s iconic red one-piece dress, a pair of kneehigh leather boots and a short black wig. Under the dress jordan wore the familiar waist trained along with a small padded bra which produced the womanly curves the dress demanded at the price of any deep breathes. He spent a whole hour just pulling up and lacing the leather boots up his shaved legs. He had not planned for them to squeeze his thighs so much, making them look lot thicker than they really were, but he assumed that would just add to the look. Next came the makeup: smokey eyeshadow, long, fluttery lashes and a perfect layer of rosy red lipstick transformed his face into a feminine facade framed by the wig¿s well kept bob. Upon seeing his reflection in the mirror he felt his face flush with embarrassment as he got turned on by his own reflection. Seeing that hourglass shaped woman in the mirror both thrilled and terrified him, it was his best work by far. He didn't even recognize himself, it was like he had been born likes this.
Maybe those girls had known something he hadn't….
Jordan shook his head. He headed to the party were he spent a better part of two hours explaining over and over he was not, in fact, a woman. Even his friends doubted him, no matter how much he insisted and every new person simply treated him like another gal looking for a fun time. Eventually he gave up fighting it, getting sucjed into the party. He had never been asked out to dance so much and the moment he picked up a glass it seemed to never go empty for more than a second, The constant attention that everyone showered him with was like nothing else he had ever felt, guy after guy they all tried to hard to spend even a minute with him, they complimented his looks, lingered close, their hands brushing teasing against Jordan’s exposed thighs while they danced, he didn't even remember the costume contest, far too intoxicated on being the center of attention. After ending another one of his many dances, Jordan found enough willpower to excuse himself away from the crowd. His feet hurt from the heels and the alcohol had kicked in making the place start to spin. He found refuge inside of an empty room, away from the noise. He rested a hand on his leg and with the over felt his torso, still bound by the tight corset, maybe he had made it a little TOO tight.
“Calm down JOrdan, remember why you did this tio begin with….” the costume contest, that was right, he was here to prove a point, not dance. He wanted everyone to know he was the best at costume making, the best at crafting, sure, being the hottest girl was a nice bonis….he shook that thought out of his head, “focus…”
The food behind him creaked open. Jordan looked over his shoulder and saw one of the guys he’d danced in, his face covered by his costume mask, “Dang girl, didnt know you were in here…” even with the mask on, it was easy to tell he was enjoying the view, “You know, we are about to have our costume contest. Imma be one of the judges on it…” Jordan’s eyes widened, this was it, “its a pretty rough competition out there though, you seen how little some of the other girls are wearing?” he chuckled to himself, “but, you know…I can put in a little good word in for you. That dance was pretty good, but if you can do me a little favor…” the man gave a slight tuf to his pants, Jordan smirked, so that’s how it was….”I came here to win…” he said, voice breathy, just like practiced. Maybe it was all the dancing, or the drinks, or both, but he felt hot all over, he felt bold. he felt….sexy. The man closed the door, and Jordan got down to his knees.
“Oh yeah, you are definitely winning this one”
Jordan smirked. If he couldn't beat those sluts, he might as well would join them.
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HI everyone! Back with another caption, this time, halloween themed! I know I was a date late, but some much stuff has been happening lately sigh it makes caption writing a slow process. Not to mention english is my second language so I sometimes struggle with finding the right way to express the story idea, I still have more caps cooking up, so hopefully they wont take too long to come out!
Happy halloween everyone!
