“I really need your help,” she said as she motioned me to get inside her room.
“How can I help?” I asked with a bit of a slur.
“Well…” she motioned to a huge costume on her bed.
“I bought this costume and was going to wear it tonight with a friend of mine but she just called to let me know that she’s sick,” she said in a near panic.
“You do not even want to know what I paid for it and it takes two people to wear it,” she said frowned.
It was one wild costume. As I looked at it, I could see it was without a doubt made for two people. It was a beautifully done but huge dragon. I could see the basic idea was that one person went in first. Their legs acted as the front legs of the dragon. Then that person had to lean forward to get their head into the dragon’s head. This required the first person to stay partly hunched over the whole time. The second person’s legs also went into the front legs of the dragon. The legs were easily large enough for two people then the second person had to stand up straight and act like the back of the dragon, creating a hump in the costume, putting their arms into holes that make the wings go up and down. The front feet had straps to put your feet in. This way each person could lift the dragon feet in unison. The back legs and tail were just to balance out the huge front.
“Look sis, I understand but as much as I have been drinking all that will happen is we fall on our asses,” I said with a laugh, “I am sure you have someone else you can get to help you.”
“Come on, please for me,” my sister pouted. She used to try that look on me when we were kids when she realized she could not bully me into giving in.
“Just this one time help me out and I will never ask for another favor. Pleaseeeee,” she begged.
“I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?” I asked her, trying not to slur my words.
“Not as much as me,” she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn’t feeling any pain either.
She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the feminine charm she could muster in her drunken state. I hate it when she does that.
“OK, I will do it but if we fall on our asses it’s your fault,” I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume more closely.
“Look sis, there is no way I am going to stay hunched over like that,” I told her. “If I do this I will take the back of the costume and wag the tail.”
“Fair enough,” she accepted as she unzipped the back of the costume. The she stood back up and began to strip her clothes off in front of me. I looked at her in shock.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her.
“It’s no big deal I have my bikini on under my clothes” she told me, “Don’t be such a prude. You’re a married man, it’s not like you haven’t seen a woman in a bathing suit before.”
As she pulled off her dress I could see that her bikini had just barely enough fabric to carry the name. I guess it could have been worse. It had a high cut bottom that tied with short strings on the sides. Thank goodness she was not wearing her thong!