Aaron was petrified with humiliation. Here he was, body completely clean shaven and naked under the mini-skirt high, thin, tattered ghost costume. Even the softest breeze made the frayed edges tickle his upper thighs. For once he was glad he wasn't as tall as the other boys in his class. People having to look down would make it harder to see his embarisingly small stuffy. Though it also made it look like a little kid was running about like this.
A ghost of wind made the ghost costume momentarily flutter up all around him like a Marilyn Monroe photo; except, unlike her, Aaron's hands were both securely tied up behind his back with folded arms.
He looked around in worry who might have seen him, but it was hard to see through the white cloth sown tight over his head. The last rays of sunset were vanishing over the horizon. How much harder would it soon become to see anything? He'd better hurry with collecting his evil sister's candy.
Checking one last time to see if his home door was indeed locked, Aaron hurried reluctantly down the street. If he was going to trick or treat basically naked, then he'd prefer to do it well away from his own naighborhood.
The sun had set and Aaron soon got lost with the low visibility. Though clearly others could see him just fine, based on the cat calls and laughter he heard from the people he passed.
The first door he tried, a kindly old lady with probably bad eye sight called his costume spooky and dropped a single little caramel into the bucket hanging from his neck. So far so good, but he'd have to pick up the pace.
The next house had an angry mother who berated Aaron for his slutty costume until Aaron tried to run away in shame. He couldn't speak back or try to explain because of the deep throating dildo gag under the hood. However, she caught him before he could run away began to spank him right there on the front porch.
"Bad! Slutty! Boy!" She landed a harsh blow after each swat, making Aaron spasm in silence. "How! Dare! You! Go! Around! The! Naighborhood! Naked! Say! You're! Sorry!" She had no idea Aaron couldn't speak, yet she kept on punishing him, demanding he apologize. Aaron could handle more spanking. Tears were already running down his cheeks. He kicked the woman's shins and ran for it.
She caught hold of the hem of his costume and it tore, revealing Aaron's bare right hip, right up to belly button hight. His front and back were still covered, but it was now clear to all who saw him that he wasn't even wearing underwear under the outfit.
Aaron stumble ran, half blind down the sidewalk. It was hard to pant in breath through only his nose though.
Finally he felt he was far enough away to try for another door. An older teen in a warewolf costume answered and laughed at the sight.
"Hey guys, come check out this little ghost slut!" Two other guys in costume came to the door with beer in hand.
"Wow, is that a loli!?"
"Don't know. I bet it's a boy."