I’m not sure when I first realized that I could change my Halloween costume with just my mind. I'm pretty sure the first time was when Belinda McDaniels wore the exact same costume to school that I did. Well, not exactly the same. We were both Jasmine from Aladdin, but hers was much, much better than mine because her parents were rich and could afford the best. With the professionally-applied makeup and the jeweled tiara, she looked just like the actress who sang the songs for the Broadway play. When I saw her going into the school, I felt almost ashamed of the tacky costume and plastic mask that I was wearing. I remember saying out loud to myself, “I should have gone as Aladdin or the Genie.”
As soon as I said that, I felt sort of tingly all over, and suddenly, I was wearing an Aladdin Genie costume. I didn’t care how it happened, I was just overjoyed that it did. And it was the best Genie costume ever. No one talked about Belinda’s Jasmine costume. All that the other kids could talk about was how fabulous my costume was and how I looked so much like the Genie from Aladdin.
I was really happy about everything, but when I got home, my mother freaked out. “Ciara,” she screamed, “what have you done?”
My name is pronounced see-err-ah, but when Mom was upset with me, she would hold out the first part so that it sounded like Seeeeey-rah. She held out my name so very long that I knew I was really in trouble. I thought she was going to spank me or something, but instead, she grabbed me up into her arms and sobbed, “What have you become?”
In all my childish innocence, I replied, “I am the Genie from Aladdin.”
She took me upstairs into the bathroom and told me to take off the costume. I did, and she stood me in front of the mirror in just my underpants and asked, “What do you see?”
I answered, “The Genie,” because my entire body was still blue, and my face still looked like the blue genie. It took me a moment to understand, but when I did, I looked at her and asked, “How is this possible?”
She sighed very deeply and put her hands on my shoulders. Then suddenly, she was also Aladdin’s Genie.
“It is a blessing in our family,” she said softly. Then almost crying, she said, “Or perhaps it is a curse.” She took a deep breath to compose herself and continued, “On special times of the year, we can change our bodies and everything around us. Halloween is one of those times because we see so many other people not being themselves that somehow it releases the power within us to not be ourselves. Not everyone in the family has this power. I had hoped it would pass you by, but it hasn’t. In fact, your power is very, very strong. I don’t know of anyone else in the family who was able to change so soon.”
She again took a deep breath and said softly, “I am me.”
The blue Genie was gone, and Mom was once again standing before me.
“Say it,” she said, shaking my shoulders slightly.
I must have looked very confused because she said firmly, “Say ‘I am me.’”
I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “I am me.”
Suddenly it was me in the mirror. The Genie was gone, and I was looking at myself in the mirror. Mom never mentioned it again, but I never bought another Halloween costume. All I had to do was say out loud, “I am... whatever,” and I became that. In the years that followed, I won best costume contests for everything from Casper the Friendly Ghost to Iron Man.
Now that I am a twenty-year-old college student, I can be a little more daring with my costumes. There is a spooky old mansion downtown that has been converted into a B&B. Every year the bar on the ground floor holds a rather raucous Halloween party for what they call “Young people of all ages– as long as you are over 18.” That means it is primarily college students and college-aged students from the town.
Part of the attraction, besides the cheap booze, is that every year they hold costume contests with rather large cash prizes. Last year a perfect Harley Quinn showed up and wowed just about everybody, except the judges. Evidently, I didn’t wow the judges and win the best costume contest because Harley was considered too tame.
Harley Quinn too tame! I couldn’t believe it!
So this year, I decided to go as Lady Godiva... the real Lady Godiva. I was amazed at how my own hair grew out so fast. In a matter of minutes, it was almost down to my knees. Long tresses came down my front and perfectly covered my breasts. Then the hair curled in to hang in front of my naked pussy. The rest of my hair hung down my back and covered my bare ass. Somehow it curled and shaped and stayed in place perfectly even when I moved so that I was daring, but not illegally obscene. I knew that I was going to have to be a little bit careful about how I sat and so forth, but it was going to be worth it. Lady Godiva was definitely a very daring... and award-winning... costume.
While waiting for the costumes to be judged, I walked around in the downstairs bar area of the mansion. Many of the young men there were obviously attracted to me. Several offered to buy me drinks, but my response of “Only from the bartender’s hand to my hand,” caused most of them to walk away. One rather handsome young man actually said, “OK,” and walked with me over to the bar, where I ordered a vodka gimlet over ice. As soon as the bartender handed it to me, the young man cautioned, “Don’t set that down. And if somebody brushes against you from the front and their hand goes anywhere near that drink, throw it away.”
I asked him why he was so concerned, and he said, “As I came in, there were some townies selling liquid X. That shit will knock you on your ass, and everyone will think you are just drunk. Then in the morning, you won’t remember anything.” He shrugged and then said in way of explanation, “I have two younger sisters.”
He and I found a table and sat and talked. His name was Dwayne, and he was dual majoring in engineering and business so he could take over his father’s business someday. When we finished our drinks, we went over to the dance floor. I tried to be careful that my hair stayed in place, but I know that a couple of times, I flashed a nipple or butt crack. I’m pretty sure that my shaved beaver stayed covered, but I may have given a pussy micro-flash once or twice. We started on another drink while we waited for the costume judging.