Return of the Sister: Halloween Bonus Art and Mini-Story

The seasons didn't line up quite right for a Halloween party in "Return of the Sister," but if they had... Kimberly definitely would have had fun helping her ex find a costume! This one-scene mini-story is non-cannon, or alternate universe (AU), or whatever you want to call it, since it won't actually occur in the books, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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“Hold on,” Kimberly said, making a final adjustment to her ex’s costume and stepping back to admire her handiwork. “There,” she said, with a satisfied smile. “Perfect.”

She was pretty sure most girls would kill to look as hot on Halloween as “Barbie” currently did: long blonde hair styled in perfect blow-out waves, gorgeous face framed with fluttery black eyelash extensions and pouty pink lips, salon-fresh legs put on full display by a skimpy, sparkly, fluorescent green dress that clung to every hormone-enhanced curve… The only thing was, despite appearances, “Barbie” was not a girl – trans or otherwise.

In fact, this time last year, Bobby Vickerson would have been as likely to jump off a cliff as put on a Tinkerbell costume. It had taken Kimberly an awful lot of work to trick, trap, and maneuver her pigheaded basketball star boyfriend into his new life as “Barbie,” the internet’s favorite hot blonde trans girl and up-and-coming fashion model…but every so often, she got to sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. In this case, by turning her ex into a sexy little fairy for the evening.

Bobby, of course, was less than thrilled with her choice of costume. “I still don’t see why I had to wear a dress,” he groused, twisting and turning on his high heels in front of the mirror. “I mean, Halloween is the one day I can wear anything, you know? And people can’t say shit, because, like, it’s Halloween.” He pouted his collagen-puffy lips together. “I could have worn guy clothes, even,” he said mournfully. “I could have been a lumberjack, or something.”

Kimberly couldn’t help but smirk at the mental image. The high-powered black market hormones she’d procured to kickstart Bobby’s “transition” had done enough work by now that she was pretty sure Bobby would look ridiculous in any sort of male attire, like a girl playing around in her boyfriend’s wardrobe. But it was important that he thought he could still go back to boyhood one day, and besides…

“Image, remember?” Kimberly said pointedly. “Everyone thinks you’re trans, and the last thing a trans girl wants to do for her first Halloween out of the closet is dress up as a guy.”

Bobby flushed. “Well, I still could have been something with pants,” he muttered. “I’m going to be freezing my butt off.”

That much was true: the costume was almost indecently short, showing off as much of Bobby’s long, tanned legs as possible, and the fabric was flimsy at best, stretching across his ever-growing boobs, tiny waist, and increasingly curvy hips and backside like a second skin. The gossamer fairy wings attached to the back added a hint of innocence to the ensemble, but she was pretty sure it would only drive the guys even wilder when “Barbie” came flouncing inside the party.

“You have yourself to thank for that,” Kimberly said primly. “I distinctly remember you saying last year, you know, pre-“Barbie,” that the only reason you loved Halloween…”

“The hottest girls wear the skankiest costumes,” Bobby finished, grimacing. “Yeah, yeah.”

“And everyone else remembers that, too,” Kimberly pointed out. “So, now that you’re “out of the closet,” that’s what they’ll be expecting.”

Bobby heaved a sigh, fixing a stray strand of blonde hair as he glared at his reflection. “I guess.”

“It’s not even that bad,” Kimberly cajoled. “If Beverly and the other cheerleaders had their way, you’d be in lingerie and bunny ears.”

Bobby blushed even more deeply, but had a slightly mournful look in his pretty blue eyes as well, perhaps remembering back to when Jefferson High’s hottest girls had been his personal dating pool rather than his peer group. “Okay, okay,” he muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit,” Kimberly said dryly. “And remember, if some of the guys ask you to dance, don’t be weird about it. It’s a party. People dance.”

Bobby grimaced. “Fine.”

“And you should probably give at least a couple boys your number,” Kimberly continued blithely. “People are starting to wonder why you’re not dating anybody, and we don’t want them to get suspicious.”

Bobby crossed his arms, inadvertently accentuating his growing bust. “Forget it, Kimmy,” he snapped. “I get enough messages from thirsty dudes on Instagram.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” Kimberly chided. “Look, the whole world thinks “Barbie” is into boys, right? And that all your girl-chasing before was just you overcompensating? But if you freak out every time a guy hits on you…well…” She gave a helpless shrug. “It doesn’t match your image, does it?”

Bobby bit his lip worriedly. “But I don’t like boys,” he muttered.

Kimberly was tempted to remind him of a certain Josh Delacroix, but instead, she played along. “Of course you don’t,” she said. “That’s why pretending you do is no big deal, right?” She picked up the green plastic wand, the final part of Bobby’s costume, and waved it in the air. “So tonight, if everyone sees you with a cute guy – not doing anything scandalous, just flirting, maybe kissing – poof! The suspicions go away.”

Bobby snatched the wand out of her hand, blushing furiously. “Just because I’m dressed like a skanky Disney character doesn’t mean I’m hooking up with some random dude,” he snapped. “I’ll dance, and I’ll give one guy my number, but that’s it, okay?”

Kimberly did her best not to grin as Bobby sashayed toward the door, high heels clattering and hips swinging in the seductive run-way walk his older sister had so thoroughly ingrained in him. She’d gotten pretty good at pulling Bobby’s strings over the past year, and she knew that once she had him bargaining, it was all over.

As deep in denial as her ex was, he was still lonely, horny, and pumped full of high-powered estrogen…so with enough alcohol and peer pressure in play, she figured there was a pretty good chance “Tinkerbell” ended up granting some lucky guy’s wish before the night was out.

The End