However, it’s only when you get back to John’s apartment that you realise you didn’t pay with
cash. What did she mean about change?
“That woman was creepy.” You grumble, crashing onto your friend's sofa. “That whole shop was
pretty damn weird.” You’d planned to grab a pizza and watch a shitty movie before going out for
the night. Maybe you’d text a few friends to join for drinks later? However, it appeared John had
different ideas.
“Hey, why don’t we order something in...and have a look at this stuff whilst we wait.”
You’re almost tempted to say yes, given what you bought the man. You can only picture his
face at the big reveal! Then again, John’s smug grin suggests he’s purchased an equally
embarrassing item for you to wear. You’re tempting to wave him off and enjoy the hilarity with
the addition of a few beers, but it’s clear he’s in a good mood….and you don’t want to get the
night off to a bad start. With a shrug, you throw your bag at the host.
“Fine. But you’re answering the door when the pizza comes.”
“Only if you pay.”
The two of your lock eyes in the brief stand-off. John fakes a dark frown, face breaking into a
grin as you sigh and accept the trade. Your friend finally tosses his bag over. You catch it,
instantly feeling the weight of something much heavier and softer when compared to your
purchase.
“It’s a deal,” you nod, already whipping out your smartphone. “Are we doing the sharing combo
again? I can just re-order.”
John mumbled something in agreement, already opening up his bag and staring inside. You
pause mid-order just to see your friend’s reaction. His face flushes a little, blood spreading
across his cheeks as he lowers a hand inside. You can’t help but watch his unease as he pulls
out a costume headpiece.
“Awww man? Seriously?”
You chuckle as John holds up the pair of antlers. They were good value for money and look the
real deal rather than cheap plastic. With a head-strap to hold them in place above the ears, the
five-prongs would easily reach a foot above your friend’s head. His wicked grin quickly drops
into a much more bashful glower. Maybe you’d won this round?
“Is this still in reference to that one time we watched Planet Earth?”
“Maybe…” You can’t help but tease, “But it was you who said you were jealous of the rutting
deer! Thought I’d give you the chance to live your dreams, eh?”
“That was one time!” John practically pouted but managed to play along. He was a good sport
when being teased. Even more so when the man knew what he’d gifted to you.
It took a couple of minutes to complete and send the pizza order. Leaving your phone on the
arm of the sofa, you pick up your bag and place it on your knees. John was already setting his
costume piece on top of his head, watching your out of the corner of his eye. Given all the
things you’d seen in the shop together, you can’t help but blush at the possible gift he might
have got you. However, none of your expectations meet the crude humour of John’s gift.
“How the hell did you get all this for under a tenner!?” You’re tempted to call the man a cheat,
pulling out the small bundle of costume attire.
A pair of black cat ears are packaged with a long black tail in a small plastic bag. Alongside the
obviously feminine attire is something even more girly. A bra and panties set composed of the
same lacy black material. You’re confused, unable to believe John had the guts to even buy
such an outfit at the store. And worst of all...you had to wear it! And all you’d got your friend was
a pair of antlers. That wasn’t fair!
“It all came together as a cat costume kit. Let’s see it on you!”
You give the man a flat stare,
“Since when were you into this stuff?”
“Come on, I know you’ve had a kink for looking pretty for years. You practically refused to
take-off the thong I got you the last time we did this.” John chuckles, albeit with a much more
gruff voice than he normally did. You barely notice, mind spinning with a million different ways of
avoiding wearing cheap female lingerie. It was the type of crude outfit hot girls wore to
halloween parties...or girls that wanted to get attention. Not average guys like you anyhow.
“I’ll wear it...but not out.”
“How about under your clothes?” John snorted at the concept, eyeing you as if to imagine the
scenario. You’d never heard the man snort before. He was clearly enjoying himself. Surely he
hadn’t been drinking already?
“Fine. But…Grr! Just let me change with some privacy…”
You stick your tongue out, dropping the items back into the bag. Hopping off the sofa, you
announce with some finality that you’re going to use the bathroom. It was embarassing enough
putting on tight feminine panites, let alone have your best friend watch you strip. Hiding your
blush and you hurry past, through the kitchen, slamming the bathroom door behind you