Downfall/Try on the last costume 3
From Create Your Own Story
Unfortunately, Debra takes off right away, leaving you stuck in the suit. You can remove the mask, but the zipper on the suit won't open again.
When Debra returns, she doesn't hold the Spiderman costume as you expected. Instead, she holds a pile of items of white, black and gold in her arms.
"Look, mum," she says, more cheerful than ever.
"I am looking. But what am I looking at?"
"What am I looking at? Take that off."
"I can't. Your attention span isn't great today."
"I'm just hyped. I have the best costumes for us. Look at that." She presents you a headband with an Uraeus, a stylized Egyptian Cobra, and a miter in red and white which you identify as a replica of the ancient Egyptian Double Crown. One part of the crown represented Upper Egypt, the other one Lower Egypt, but you don't remember which color represented which part. "This costume store is amazing. Can you believe it?"
You can't, actually. If anything, you'd have imagined that passengers would bring their own costumes to an announced event. But be it as it may, you might just take advantage and get the best costume for the party. "So, we are going as Debrapatra and Pharao Julmoses instead of Spiderman and Shriek?"
"You wish! I am going as Pharao, and you are going as my Queen. Look, look, The costume even has a Pharao's beard."
"Calm down, Sweetie, or you'll hit your head on the ceiling." Debra is so excited that it would not have taken much for Debra to jump through the ceiling.
"Come on, mum, let's try the costumes on." She opens the zipper and slaps your butt. "Now take that off!"
"You know what would happen if someone heard you talking like that?"
Debra slings her arms around your neck from behind and says: "Yes. Sounds like that someone would get a serious case of blue balls. Strip!"
"Pharaos first."
"Fiiine."
Debra strips down to her underwear. Hmm," she says, "let's see if I can wear that without a bra." She reaches around her back and opens the clasp. Her slim figure is similar to yours. She has small breasts; the only difference is that hers are perfectly round. Her nipples are smaller than yours and point directly forward while yours are pointing upwards.
Her costume isn't historically accurate as the Double Crown is; it is clearly influenced by Hollywood. She wears a white linen one piece, about knee-length. A broad brass belt with colorful inlays and large bangles make for an ancient Egyptian look.
"Help me with the crown," she says. She holds her long, red hair up. You put the crown over her head. The revers part of the crown is curved deep down and completely hides Debra's hairline. Your daughter holds he fake beard, woven with bands into a thin, oblong form, against her chin and scrutinizes her image in the mirror.
"What do you think?"
"It looks good, my King." And it does.
Debra smiles. "And it is a perfect fit. If yours fits as well, we have our winner. Try it on, try it on." She jumps on the table and sits on it like on a throne, watching you. You work yourself out of the sleeves of the Spiderman suit, then peel it down until you can step out of it.
"I can think of many lewd comments right now for blue baller." Debra grins at you.
"Don't you dare," you tell her jokingly.
Your costume a sleeveless dress with a broad collar similar to Debra's belt. Your own belt has long fringes in the front, and your bangles aren't massive like Debra's, but stylized snakes winding around your arms. A black Egyptian style wig completes your outfit.
"The tragic life of the young Pharao, married for political reasons to an elderly lady out of her prime."
"No way, mum. You aren't old. Well, you are, but you don't look old. You are beautiful."
"Thanks, Sweetie." You'd rather have her not said that you are old, but the compliment was genuine.
"Seriously, mum. We look like sisters. Well, not right now, of course, tee-hee."
"Funny you should say that. Did you know that during times, several Pharaos did marry one of their sisters. It is contentious for what reasons, though."
"Different times, huh? But I'd choose you anytime as my queen. In fact, you still need to see if the headband fits." She moves her hand in what she might think is a regal movement. "Kneel before your King, the almighty Pharao Deb-anck Amun."
Eh, why spoil her fun? You kneel, knees on your shoes (the carpet doesn't look very clean). Deb-Anck Amun crowns you with the headband. "Now, my queen, pleasure the royal snake."
That's it. She got you on the wrong foot, and you explode with laughter. Debra falls in, and it takes a long time to regain your composure. "It looks like we have our costumes.
"Yes." You put your own clothes back on and leave the changing cabin. On your way to the checkout, you grab a small bottle of liquid gold body paint which you will use for your makeup.
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