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Costume Gun: Never Use the Gun While High
By Heather St. Claire
Brittany Kroger paced back and forth in her living room. Every couple of
minutes she would peer out from between the stained Venetian blinds to
see if her best friends had arrived yet. She had quite a surprise
waiting for Ashley and Brad.
She found herself growing increasingly fidgety, twirling a section of
her shoulder length-hair between her fingers, nervously tapping on the
wall when she snuck a look between the blinds. She had been expecting
Ashley and Brad. Nevertheless, when she heard the crunch of tires on
gravel outside of the manufactured home, she jumped a foot.
She swung the door open, wielding a flashlight. This old single-wide was
located on a lot of its own twenty miles from the heart of the city,
surrounded by farmland. The smells were difficult to take at times, but
it was isolated and dark--the exact qualities Brittany's boyfriend Mark
Rubino had been looking for when he had rented the property a few weeks
earlier. Yes, it was Brad's Corvette, everything was fine.
Ashley and Brad both hugged Brittany, and both wondered why she seemed
so stiff. They each attributed it to nerves.
"So where's Mark?" Brad asked.
"Still lying low," Brittany said. "When you steal seventy-five grand
from a credit union and kill a security guard in the process, the cops
are kinda gonna be interested in you for a good long while."
Ashley laughed. "Good point. But they cleared you, right?"
By now the trio had moved inside, and Brittany was opening three bottles
of Corona. There were several lines of coke on the table ready to go,
and a pipe full of hash. "Yeah, I'm in the clear, thanks to Mark's
brilliance. Sending me to Walmart at the exact time he pulled the job,
and having me make a big fuss at the customer service desk--they had
ironclad proof I wasn't at the scene. It was all captured on the
security cameras." Brittany handed bottles to Ashley and Brad. She
leaned forward and held her bottle out as if to offer a toast; soon the
three bottles were clinking together. "Pretty fucking brilliant if you
ask me," Brittany said.
"Yeah, brilliant," Brad agreed. "Now where's he hiding out? You can tell
us. We're best friends."
Brittany held up her hand and leaned forward to snort a line of coke.
When finished, she leaned back in her chair, smiled broadly and said,
"I'm right here."
"What are you talking about?" Ashley said. "We know you're here. We want
to know where Mark is."
"Like I said, I'm right here. I'm not really Brittany. I'm Mark, wearing
her as a costume."
Brad stood up abruptly, almost spilling a half-empty bottle of Corona on
the cocaine in the process. An alert Ashley grabbed the bottle and said,
"Easy, lover. Don't want to waste good coke."
Brad shook his head and grabbed his girlfriend's hand. "Let's get out of
here. If she wants to fuck with us, fine. I thought we were friends."
Now Brittany leapt to her feet. "I swear to god it's true. I am Mark,
inside of Brittany. I used the costume gun to turn her into a wearable
costume."
Brad, still angry, said, "There is no such thing as a fucking costume
gun."
Brittany pleaded, "Look, we've been friends for a long time, right? At
least give me the chance to show it to you." She hurried into the
bedroom before Brad could respond.
Moments later, Brittany emerged, holding the gun in her right hand. Brad
snorted. "You want me to believe that toy turned Brittany into a costume
that you, Mark, are now wearing. Right." He shook his head in disgust.
Without another word, Brittany aimed the gun at Ashley, who was
immediately transformed into a costume. Her empty shell fell to the
floor, her tank top, shorts and underwear falling around her.
"Holy Christ! You've killed her! You bitch! You killed her!"
"No Brad, she's fine, just watch, please just watch." And with that,
Brittany removed her own clothing and stepped into the Ashley costume.
Ashley was three inches shorter and about thirty pounds heavier that
Brittany; it was an odd sensation to realize that Mark's six-foot form,
which had already been compacted by the Brittany costume, was now
shrinking a second time.
Mark/Brittany carefully closed the zipper of the Ashley costume, and the
disorientation that comes right after donning a costume hit. "Jesus
Christ, Brad, why am I naked all of a sudden? You guys give me a
roofie?" Then her head cleared, and she said, "Do you see? It works. It
actually works."
"Holy shit," Brad said quietly. "Holy fucking shit." Without a word, the
Mark/Brittany/Ashley combination walked over to Brad, grabbed his head
in her hands, and planted a kiss squarely on his lips.
"Now watch how easy it is to bring her back." The still-naked Ashley
quickly worked the "zipper" under her chin free, unzipped the costume
and stepped out of it. She then zipped the costume back up, and Ashley
was whole again.
"So, did you bother to tell your girlfriend that you'd be wearing her
for a while?" Brad wondered.
"No," Brittany said with a chuckle. "I just sort of sprung it on her."
"What the hell just happened?" Ashley asked. Brittany had just about
finished the story when a terrible truth suddenly dawned on her.
"HOLY FUCKING HELL!" Brittany screamed. "HOLY FUCKING HELL!" She began
to frantically feel beneath her chin for the zipper of her costume. But
the zipper wasn't to be found any longer.
"Mark?" Brad asked. "What's wrong?"
Brittany began to cry. "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, this is bad, this is so
fucking bad. When I put on the Ashley costume, that sealed me inside the
Brittany costume permanently. There's no going back now. I am stuck this
way--permanently."
"What about zapping another guy?" Brad suggested.
"That would work," Brittany said with a loud sniffle. "Oh God--" she
looked down and saw the gun on the floor, soaked with spilled beer. In
all the commotion, she hadn't seen it happen. She picked up the gun and
attempted to dry it off, but it seemed to be shorted out, likely beyond
repair. Brittany resumed her sobbing.
"So can't you get another one?" Ashley asked.
Brittany shook her head. "I stole the thing. I have no idea where to get
another one. It's not like you can walk into Radio Shack and buy one."
"It's not the end of the world," Ashley said. She grabbed Brittany,
wrapped her arms around her to pull her close, and planted a kiss of
her. But unlike the simple kiss Brittany had given Brad while in the
Ashley costume, this was an open-mouthed, lip-nibbling, tongue-thrusting
event that lasted more than a minute. She leaned into Brittany and made
sure there was plenty of friction between their nipples. Brittany
immediately felt her nipples become erect and experienced an unfamiliar,
but very pleasant sensation between her thighs. Ashley turned to Brad.
"What do you say we initiate this girl to the joys of womanhood?"
Brad smiled. "Sounds like a damn fine way to spend an evening to me."
Brittany smiled too and grasped Ashley's hand in hers. "Well Brad," she
said. "Two of us are already naked. What are you waiting for?"
And that's why Mark Rubino was never brought to justice for the theft
from the credit union and the murder of the security guard.
However, it's also why Brittany Kroger was sentenced to ten years in the
state women's prison after being caught trying to spend some of the
money from the robbery a year later. The charges included accessory to
murder, possession of stolen property, parole violation and a variety of
drug-related crimes.
During her police interrogation, she was repeatedly asked to provide
information on Mark's whereabouts. "He's the one we really want," the
detectives said. "Give him up and you walk free."
A tearful Brittany shook her head. "I could tell you, but you'd never
believe me. Not in a million years."
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