Dressed As A Witch

As soon as I finished my makeup training course I was eager to apply my new skills. I knew how to do regular makeup but I could also use it for artistic works. That's why I felt there was no better occasion to test myself than on Halloween night, where both me and my friend and roommate Rita were going to dress up. Even though it was a week away and we still didn't know what we were going to dress up like.

We had been invited to a party. Many of our friends were going to be there. What better than to dress up with great makeup to impress everyone? Plus, going to the party with my friend was going to be doubly impressive. All that was left was to decide on our costumes. First we thought about Star Wars costumes, and then Harry Potter characters, but the idea didn't quite fit. Since Rita has red hair, we thought of going as Daphne and Velma from Scooby Doo, so that the Halloween monster theme would be fulfilled. However, we decided to go for something more classic: dress up as witches, pointy hat and all.

It wouldn't be the first time I dressed up as a woman. I had tried makeup on myself several times for my classes, and of course matched my face colors with pretty dresses that my friend would gladly lend me. This time my outfit would be all black, including the hat, the shoes and a small broom that served to complete the costume. The only colorful thing would be precisely my makeup: red for the cheeks and purple for the eyes and lips. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt pretty and proud of my makeup skills.

For my friend Rita it was different: her costume was black and orange. The orange was for the color of her hair but also the color of a Halloween pumpkin. The makeup I applied was rather artistic: I made her nose look bigger and pointier like that of a classic witch.

At 8pm on October 31st we left our apartment already dressed up, on our way to the party house. As we walked we decided to play a game: no one would know my real identity, instead the other party guests would have to guess who I was. It was sure to be fun. We decided that my name for the night would not be Adam, but "Amanda". "Good name for a witch," I said, giggling.

We had to walk a few blocks to get to the party site. Luckily the shoes I wore didn't have very high heels, I could even say that walking in them was pleasant. I felt like I was gliding on a broom, like a real witch.

Besides, the weather was very cold, as if it was Christmas time and not Halloween. However, despite my short skirt, I didn't feel like I was freezing. The witch's dress covered my body quite well, and my lace sleeves protected me and made me feel very feminine.

Two or three blocks before we got to the party house, a cute black cat started following us. It kept getting in between my friend's and my legs. Sometimes from behind and sometimes he would lead us in front. A black cat, huh," I said with a chuckle, "I think we are close to becoming real witches. Are you already a real one?" I joked and Rita giggled with me. I carefully bent down (I wasn't used to wearing skirts) and took the cat in my arms. It was really very cute. It didn't seem to have a collar. I stopped for a moment and looked around. There were children begging for candy but no one who seemed to be looking for a lost cat. At that moment I decided that I would keep the cat as a pet. But before this adoption he was going to come to the party with us.

Finally we arrived at the party place. It was a gigantic house, perhaps the biggest in the whole neighborhood. The new owners were twins in their late twenties. I think they had inherited it from an uncle or something. The house was adorned with large pumpkins in the garden, each one lit with a bright yellowish light from candles inside. On the walls of the house were cardboard drawings of classic monsters like Frankenstein, Dracula and the occasional mummy. The ornamental lights were dark or orange in color.

We climbed the steps to the front stairs, for which we had to dodge a couple of young vampires who were kissing. Rita rang the doorbell. Some kind of horror music played. "Wow, they really went into great detail," I thought. Minutes passed and no one answered. Maybe they couldn't hear over the loud music playing inside. I became impatient. I grabbed my black broom and started banging on the door. Rita wanted to stop me, but I smiled to see that my tactic had been effective. A girl dressed as Frankenstein's monster's wife answered the door. She was one of the owners of the house. Next to her was her husband the monster. I thought it was her twin brother, but no, it was her boyfriend. "My brother is lying on the couch, drunk," she said. I could see in the distance a guy wrapped in toilet paper drinking alcohol. "Yeah, men are sloppy like that. To think that we put so much care into our costumes and they grab the first thing they see in the bathroom." The hostess, Rita and I laughed together and went into the house.

"By the way," the hostess continued as she closed the door, "you are...?" Rita replied. She introduced herself. The hostess complimented her on her makeup and said she looked unrecognizable. Rita gave me credit for her look and introduced me as Amanda, a friend. She apologized for the absence of her roommate Adam, she said he was sick.

We entered the living room and greeted the other guests. Some were friends of ours, others acquaintances or neighbors, and some strangers, most likely friends of the hosts. Even my oldest friends and acquaintances in the neighborhood couldn't recognize me. I was introducing myself as Amanda, using the softest and most feminine voice I could muster. Almost immediately I could see how the men were enchanted by me. "Yes, I did it, I really do look like a girl," I said to myself. "My makeup course teacher would be proud if she could see me."

The pop music was still playing loudly. It was hard to talk to the guests, but somehow I managed to say several times, "My name is Amanda, do you recognize me from somewhere?" Rita looked on impatiently. On the one hand she was smiling playfully, waiting for them to discover me. On the other she wished my charade would continue all night, because the situation amused her so much. Not even my closest friends could tell from my false voice or my appearance not only my identity but the fact that I was really a guy and not a glamorous witch. My new black cat helped me to maintain my feminine image, since when cuddling it I sure looked like a sweet woman. That probably confused the others even more.

I stopped talking and started dancing. The shoes were comfortable and I had fun dancing by myself like never before. Sometimes I moved alone and sometimes I moved with the adorable black cat in my arms. This led the guys to try to flirt with me with phrases like "I like cats too" or "what a cute cat, it goes well with your dress". I smiled and danced to my heart's content, even though I couldn't move my arms as they were busy with the cat. I let go of the cat and started to dance freely. I didn't know where my roommate Rita was, maybe she was dancing with someone somewhere else in the house.

At one point a mustached guy dressed as a werewolf came over to dance with me. The truth is that he didn't dance very well but he made jokes and was nice. At one point a mustached guy dressed as a werewolf came over to dance with me. The truth is that he didn't dance very well but he made jokes and was nice. I could tell that some of the women were looking at me sideways and whispering about me. There was one dressed as a ghost who looked angry and stared at me, as if she wanted to take me to the underworld with her.

I finally ended up closing my eyes and giving the "werewolf" a little kiss. The "ghost" girl was furious. She approached me and said in an agitated voice, "hey, that's my boyfriend !". To which I responded viciously, "oh, he's your boyfriend? I didn't notice, because he was dancing with me and not with you". Now I had really pissed her off. She came even closer to me. Did she want to hit me or what? I turned around to look for my black cat, petting it would give me reassurance. But I couldn't find him, I didn't know where he was.

Suddenly I saw him running into the living room. But he wasn't coming alone, he was chasing after.... OMG, he was chasing a rat and a couple of mice! The rodents had no better idea than to climb on the legs of the "ghost" girl and a couple of her friends. My cat was also climbing on my new enemy's leg. All those girls ran off cursing at the party, as if they were real evil creatures.

The rest of the guests were staring at me. I no longer felt welcome at the party. There were even some who murmured with fear-filled eyes, as if I were a real witch who had summoned those filthy animals. I had no choice but to grab the cat and look for my friend Rita so we could leave. I wanted to say goodbye to the hostess, but she paid no attention to me. She was cursing her uncle for not having eradicated the pests from the house before he died. What a grateful girl...

We left the house. My friend was mad at me because I had ruined a nice moment for her with some boy dressed as a vampire. "Don't worry, you can call him on the phone tomorrow," I said to calm her down. We took a cab because we were tired. I held the cat tight so he wouldn't get away from me. The cab driver was a woman. She asked me what my cat's name was. I didn't know what to say. After a few seconds I said, "His name is Mephisto. He's adorable, isn't he? We found him tonight".

In the end no one figured out my true identity. I talked to some party guests the following week. They all asked me if I was feeling better and told me it was a pity I hadn't attended the Halloween party. I smiled and thanked them, but inside I was laughing. In fact, I had to hold back my laughter when I found out that the "ghost" girl and the "werewolf" had broke off their relationship over some girl dressed as a witch that no one knew about.

By the way, Mephisto is still living with us in the apartment. He is an adorable cat. Every now and then I let him play with my witch hat, he loves it. I think next year I'm going to wear the same costume, but this time my identity won't be a secret. Everyone will know who is the prettiest witch in town.

END OF STORY.