The dice rolled and you saw the color green staring right back at you. At least this costume had less drills and a girly cut. Relatively speaking, of course. You grabbed the costume and put it on in the restrooms. It was a bit large but that was better than the opposite. It consisted in a brown skirt, a green shirt and a red hood and cloak. The skirt had on its hem stitched representations of bread, butter and wicker baskets. And the red hood serving as a cloak had the same stitched patterns, except representing wolves. The costume held more quality than in your wildest dreams. You kept you own shoes and you were happy that the skirt was long. And that you did not have a wig to wear. As you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you looked ridiculous, but not as much as you might have feared. Hopefully the mocking would not be too great. Furthermore, you were relieved you had not taken any of the other two costumes, both way too girly and frilly in your eyes. And the party had already started, which meant that the others would be preoccupied to really look at you. Hopefully, no one had dressed as the big bad wolf. This sort of taunting you could do without...
The masquerade was in full swing and again you marvelled at how sophisticated and qualitative the costumes were. Around you danced and chatted goblins, nymphs, princesses, griffins, odd creatures, frogs, fairies, satyrs, fauns and an unbelievable array of characters from the pages of storybooks. In fact, it was all so beautiful that the music, room and food looked incredibly shabby next to the dresses. It was a little sad but you got compliments , returned them and you focused upon the costumes in order to forget how dinky things were otherwise. And you swirled and danced, so well and intensively that all became a blur. Perfect to forget the cheap environment outside of the fantastic costumes! Though everything got so spinning so you closed your eyes in order to regain your balance. And when you opened them, the world had completely changed. You were in a dark green wood, with pines and immense trees. Flowers bloomed everywhere on the ground and a tiny path wounded through the thick trees and undergrowth containing wide ferns. The woods were teeming with life. Your clothes fitted perfectly at present and you saw on the ground a wicker basket containing a jar of butter, bread and a bottle of spiced wine. That was then you noticed your tiny boots at you feet and your delicate hand. And your long wavy hair. You looked into your skirt and your yell at seeing your new bald crotch resembling a tiny apricot made birds fly away.
Of course, if you had known that screaming would attract fae creatures loving to capture children, you would not have done so. Fae creatures were not interested in the bodies of human children as they naturally waited for human to be mentally and physically mature, but to adopt as their own or to make into little pets... That, they adored. Or they knew other faes that would pay for that. They rarely ate children, though it could occur. But either way, the Big Bad Wolf was not the only creature you might meet...