Adam and Kev slouched around Carly's flat, coming down from another Saturday rave. Carly shouting out Halloween costume ideas at them which they torpedoed continually,
"Well, I don't see you two giving out any ideas," she yelled.
"Who gives a shit, I'll go as a vampire same as last year. It's only birds who worry about that shit like that," Kev elbowed Adam as he laughed. He jumped up, "I'm off home, see you two laters."
Carly replaced him on the sofa "We've got to come up with something good, can't be the same rubbish as last year, got to be sexy."
The silence was broken with a loud yelp from Carly, "Got it, oh my god it's so good."
Adam asked in trepidation, "Go on then, what is it?"
She beamed, "Britney Spears."
Adam scrunched up his face at the answer, "Ok I can see that for you but what about me?"
Jumping up and down Carly squealed, "No both of us, I'm older Britney in the leather catsuit and your younger in the schoolgirl uniform."
Adam's jaw hit the floor, "You are joking, no way am I going out like that."
"Oh come on, every head in the place would spin when we walk in," Carly grabbed his face. "Lads would have hard-ons all over the club."
"Carly, there's no way I could pass as a girl, don't be daft," Adam mocked.
"Kev couldn't but you most certainly could, lads double-check you as it is." Carly excitedly sat on his lap, "I have the uniform, we shave those legs and I get my make up magic working and I will make you look so fucking hot, I promise."
Adam pondered the idea, it did actually get him a little excited about how he might look. "OK, we'll try but if I look ridiculous it's off."
Carly squealed with excitement, bouncing around the room.
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They started in the afternoon with shaving his legs, Carly pulling a face at the amount of hair falling off.
"You know, you really do have nice legs," Carly was impressed.
Adam wiggled his now smooth legs at her, "they do feel nice."
Carly pointed to his crotch, "you'll have to shave around there too."
Adam looked puzzled, "Why?"
Carly grinned, "have you not watched Ru-Paul, your going to have to tuck and tape. Need to be smooth for that."
Adam disappeared into the bathroom with an electric shaver to trim away, this was becoming a lot of work.
"Ok, let me get my tools out and let the magic begin." She spread out her make up and bottles of who knows what, "you're going to look so hot."
After an eternity of washing, dyeing and trimming of his hair, plucking of eyebrows, foundation, blusher, eyeliner and lipstick, Carly finally announced completion. Adam stared at the girl looking back at him, she really had done it.
"Well, was I wrong." Carly could barely contain her glee, "you're sexier than most girls."
Adam was stunned, open-mouthed staring at his reflection.
"Close your mouth, girls don't do that. Not till later, anyway." She flicked the hair from his face, "now go get dressed, there on the bed."
Spread out of the bed was the schoolgirl outfit, white blouse, tie, knee socks, pumps, and a little tartan skirt. As he dressed each item got him a little more excited, constantly checking himself in the full-length mirror.
Carly squealed, "oh my god, you sexy slut." She danced around him, "now, time for tuck and tape."
Tuck and tape took several attempts to get correct and most of all to feel comfortable.
"Right remember, don't drink too much because you're taped in ok. And try not to get excited for obvious reasons." Carly was loving every minute of this. She threw him his little white panties. "Now, pull me into my catsuit and then I'll do your nails.
"Taddah," both Adam and Carly shouted as Kev entered the flat, proudly showing off their costumes. Kev stood staring at Adam doing his best goldfish impersonation, stunned was an understatement.
"Fucking hell!" was all Kev could muster as his eyes scanned him up and down. "I would definitely fuck you mate."
"Well that's the highest praise we could get," screamed Carly. "Now let's be off, there are straight fellas minds to explode."
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As they entered the club, arms entwined. Carly was proven correct, lads heads spun as they walked in. Adam could see lads who he knew were straight staring at him, totally checking him out. It felt a little scary but unbelievably horny.
Unfortunately, the night itself deteriorated into a long progression of lads chatting him up till his sexuality dawned on them, making them give a hasty retreat. Soon it was common knowledge, so the evening became a collection of dirty looks toward him.
Even hiding in the girl's toilets with Carly, he couldn't escape the gossip. 'Have you seen those two sluts dressed as Britney, ones a fella you know, disgusting.' They both giggled away listening to each new arrival slagging them off.
By the end of the night, Kev had gone home with a vampire and Carly with a zombie, which she hoped was mostly makeup. Leaving Adam freezing outside, his tiny skirt covering none of his frozen legs.
Three lads walked past and muttered a few derogatory comments in his direction, one he knew had tried to chat him up before the realization struck. He ignored them as he wasn't the fighting type and he certainly wasn't dressed for the occasion.
"What the fuck do you look like?" The first lad moved aggressively towards him, pushing him back against the wall. He moved his face into Adam's, almost nose to nose. "You lot shouldn't be allowed."
"I think you lads should move along," the huge figure of the bouncer loomed over them all. "While you still can!"
The lads backed away, muttering obscenities from the growing distance.
Adam stared up from under his blonde fringe at the large presence of the bouncer.
He stood at around 6'4 and his muscular frame dwarfed Adam, who stood dumfounded under his gaze.
"Are you ok, babe?" his deep voice perfectly fitting his build.
Adam, who still seemed to have lost the art of speech just nodded his reply.
He reached down and brushed the hair from Adam's face, "I'm off in 15 minutes if you need a lift. We don't want you standing here dying of hypothermia, do we?"
Finally, Adam found his voice. "Yes thanks, that would be great," and smiled up at him.
As he waited for the doorman, he hoped his voice had alerted him that he was a boy and praying he would still be interested. He watched the door eagerly for him to return.