Dress Up Time!

[Vilanne 0]

The invitation reached her COMM badge while she was still roaming and shopping the station to death. She was very excited to hear about the party, and that she could shop for even more goodies that wouldn't fit in her small quarters. There was no way she was going to have a replicated costume, that was the best fun! Most of her purchases had already been shipped back to Manticore, because she clearly couldn't carry it all. She decided to wear the costume back to the ship once she found what she wanted to wear.

 

The costume store was full of people preparing for the party that evening, but Vilanne's party had been announced for the next eve aboard Manticore. How exciting this was for her, since she'd love dress-up games all of her life. She flipped through the many costumes, turning most away. She pauses at one, what was a green Orion woman's scant costume. She considered for a moment then went into the dressing stall with the small garb in hand. She put it on, what was to put on, and looked in the mirrors. The revealing aspect of the costume, even before the green skin tint was applied, made Vilanne blush even though she was alone. She removed that outfit and went out to find another.

 

Rack after rack, she contemplated her options of ruffles and plumes, feathers, steel and leathers. "Vulcan or Romulan, we already did that for a mission." She continued to look through: Tellarite – not cute enough; Andorian – Not cool enough.

 

She paused at one of the reptilian bipeds and read the tag, 'Alphan Reptilian Biped – guaranteed to fit anyone below 1 meter and 30 kilos.' She knew that ruled her out. The Vagan Scora costume caught her eye, but when she tried to lift it off the rack for a try-on, she couldn't get the hanger off the rod. There was no way she could carry that all night. They even had a Piersol's Traveller – which resembled a large tree with a million root-like legs – enticed her with his vivid blue leaves and royal purple trunk and roots. That tree-like beast was from Marcos XII where the travelers weren't intelligent but roamed blindly to seek food. Unfortunately, this creature's costume wasn't build for a biped human type.

 

Upon coming across a Caitian costume, she petted the thick orange mane and long tail. She inspected the parts that came with the costume; a set of contacts that gave the perception of large golden eyes which in a real Caitian, would provide low-light vision. This costume kit even provided a language cube, when worn would translate certain languages into the deep, purring resonance of communication of the Caitian. The fur legs and arms looked terribly hot, and the headpiece didn't seem to have good circulation for air, so she turned this one down also.

 

She passed up the Tiburonian with winged ears and bald head, and couldn't see herself slithering around on the floor all night in an Aldebaran shellmouth costume. In her search, she kept passing up anything that looked near-human such as a Corian, Deltan, Fabrini, and Betazoid. For a moment, a Bynar got her attention, until she tried on the skin-tight outfit and found it to be made out of an itchy fabric that she couldn't stand still in.

 

There were costumes for non-human species that she wouldn't fit into. It seems that Phylosian's, with their many arm and legs, enjoyed costuming also, but humans wouldn't fit properly into them. There was a beautiful Berengarian Dragon costume of 15 feet long, but it required four people to harness. There were Eels, Horta's, Tholian's, Targ's and even a Denebian Slime Devil, but they didn't suit her. The Mugato, with large white cone shaped horns along his back, was interesting, but again – Vilanne didn't feel she could be comfortable for an entire evening of dancing and such with all that white fur.

 

The Guardian of Forever costume was made of papier-mâché, but it looked as if some kid wore it through a holodeck training series. She had to find something fitting! She passed up a Gorn, Ferengi and many other bipedial costumes until she came to one in the back of the store.

 

She stood there looking at it. It was her size, the headpiece even fit. She took it into the stressing stall and put it on. It fit like glue, so much so that she didn't want it take it off. She changed back into street clothing and paid the checkout machine. She planned on wearing it just before she returned to the ship. She was truly excited about this one!

 

<Graphic modification provided by 'unusedbagels', and yes - that's my real face and ear. Cute, eh? :P LOL>