The cold war 16

Chapter 09 Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

A week later, Ben and Irina were sat in the living room of their apartment, discussing the event later that evening.

“Are you sure everything is ready for tonight”? Irina asked Ben for the third time that day.

“Yes, I’ve already told you”, Ben replied slightly annoyed, “everything is under control, are you ok? I’ve never seen you this stressed before”?

Irina took a deep breath, “I'm fine, It’s just... I don’t want to disappoint Mamulya, she’s trusted me to help her run the business, so if anything goes wrong tonight, it’ll be my fault”.

“Wow, I didn’t realise you felt so under pressure, “Ben announced, “perhaps you should talk to her, let her know how you feel”.

“No”, Irina shot back forcefully, “I can handle it, we just can’t make any mistakes tonight, everything has to be perfect, perhaps now you can see that my life is more difficult than it seems”.

“It will be”, Ben announced, “everything is arranged, you can relax, hell, it should be me freaking out, given the outfit you have chosen for me to wear tonight”.

Irina looked over and smiled, “Yeah, well, you were the one who decided it should be a costume party. I couldn't resist”.

“It’s the day before Halloween”, Ben answered shaking his head, “I figured it was mandatory, but did you really have to choose that costume”?

“I guess I could have just chosen something more traditional, like a vampire or something, but we are the hosts, we need to stand out and look sexy”, Irina replied.

Ben sighed, “well, I’ll definitely stand out, that costume hardly covers anything”.

“It covers enough, Irina replied, “and besides, I’ll be wearing the exact same costume, you’ll be fine, now let's run through things one last time, who are the most important guests”?

Four hours later, Ben stood in his newly decorated bedroom, feeling incredibly exposed and uncomfortable. Everything about the costume Irina had chosen felt strange and alien to him.

Starting at the bottom, his feet were forced into a very steep angled position by the ridiculously tall, open toe ankle boots zipped tightly to his feet, the front toe portion open and exposing his red painted toenails.

Above his boots, his legs wobbled encased in a pair of fishnet tights with the toe part missing. As for the rest of his freshly shaved legs, apart from two elasticated bands with little black bows circling each thigh, they were on full display for all to see.

Further up, the costume didn't get any better for Ben, as apart from the little cuffs and collar, that matched the bands around his thighs, the only other thing covering his body was an unfamiliar item of clothing, part bustier top, part bikini, and part corset, that Ben had no name for. but what he did know was that once wearing it with strings on the back pulled out and tied off, it was dam uncomfortable and impossible to bend.

His now, extremely thin-looking midsection, felt crushed, just like his balls, tucked away in the cavity between his legs. The skimpiness of the bottom of the costume had also forced him into wearing a thong for the first time, as he struggled to stop himself from fiddling with costume, now constantly aware of the string between his ass cheeks, which parted them slightly and lifting them upwards.

He knew quite a few eyes would be drawn to his backside that evening, especially given that half his butt cheeks were on display and the little fluffy tail just above them. That's if people weren't already staring at his scarily real looking fake bosom, pushed up into an incredibly inviting looking cleavage by the built-in padded cups of the costume, again the seams of his breast forms were somehow invisible as his breasts blended into his upper chest and exposed shoulders and arms.

With his makeup done in a dramatic fashion, to emphasize his pouty lips and long lashes, he had hardly recognised himself in the mirror earlier and had failed to see the humour in the situation as Irina called him by his new adopted name and burst out laughing. She may have found it funny, but he would be the one that would shortly have to leave the house wearing the costume, and the thought terrified him.

Looked up at the floppy ears sat atop his tied-back hair, he couldn’t believe she had done this to him as he imagined the embarrassment he was going to face all evening introducing himself as Bunny, the bunny, but that was something he could worry about later, first he had to get through the impromptu photoshoot Irina had sprung on him as he posed in his skimpy costume trying to recreate the poses she was showing him.

“No, arch your back a little more, and lift your heel off the ground, not your whole foot”, Irina barked from behind the camera lens, “like this”, she added showing him the pose.

He snorted and shook his head, having tried now five times to do what she wanted and still unable to please her, his legs and feet already feeling the ache from the towering heels zipped to his feet.

Readjusting slightly, he once again raised two of his fingers and his thumb, as Irina had shown him, to the side of his head wishing the night to be over.

“Better, but can you smile”? Irina announced, “who wants to see an unhappy bunny”?

(See image 9.1)