Alright, so yesterday was Hallowe'en. My costume was unique among those in Scarborough; I was Frank N Furter. For those of you sad individuals who have NOT seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show or Stage Show, a quick google images search for Frank N Furter will reveal my costume in it's entirety. The only thing I was missing from the ensemble was the anklet and the tattoo.

Most people's reacted to me either 'God, you that took balls, I must shake your hand,' seriously, must have shaken twenty hands in a few hours, or 'God, I can see your balls, I must get away from you.' A lot of girl's reactions were surprising. I guess going out to nightclubs dressed in a corset, stockings and briefs, high heels, a wig, makeup and gloves shows confidence, because they were all over me. Now most of them were... attractive enough, I suppose, but I was normally in a hurry to get somewhere when they started talking to me so I didn't have chance to try to close.

But. Wearing high heels hurts, when you've never done it before, so I was sitting down (with my legs closed, you can't sit in a manly stance like that, people can see a lot), when two girls came and sat in the seats near me. One of them was HOT, the other was hot. The hot one leaned over to me and asked 'Guy or girl?'. I answered: Guy. She bade me stand up, which I did, posing to show off my outfit the best. She leaned over her HOT friend and pointed to me, but didn't say anything.

Now, the HOT girl beckoned me over to her, so I went. Then, without saying a word, she leaned forward, slowly reached out and pulled my pants away from my body and looked down. Well I was just like 'fair enough', after all, her outfit left less to the imagination than mine. She was wearing one of those outfits that couldn't have gone up more than a milimetre past her nipples, and she was sat down and I was stood up, so I wasn't exactly losing out here. Then she started chatting me up. Unfortunately, my feet were really hurting, and there weren't any seats next to her, so I had to return to my seat. At this point my friend asked me what just happened and I told him, but when I turned back the girls had gone off to dance. I didn't see them the rest of the night, because one of my friends was drunk to oblivion, so we had to walk her home.

I cannot believe I forgot to ask her for her number. I also cannot believe how many girls start chatting you up when you're wearing a slutty transvestite costume; it's just unreal.

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