Truth or Dare Blog

The last month has been incredibly busy for me but I finally have most of my loose ends tied up and was able to start having some fun again. Last week I was over visiting my friend Mike again and to make a long story short I some how agreed to let him make the plans for Halloween. I don’t know why I did this. It seems every time he make the plans I end up getting naked.

Mike had told me not to worry he had everything completely planned. He even had the costume that I was going to wear selected. He wouldn’t tell me what any of his plans were all he would say was that it was all taken care of. Well that entire weekend my stomach was in knots. The suspense always drives me crazy. By the time that Monday (Halloween) morning rolled around I was crawling out of my skin. I really think that Mike enjoys torturing me because I kept of asking him what the plans were but he would never tell me.

One the traditions around our apartment complex is a little game that we call “Trick or Drink” the basic concept of this is the same as trick or treating except everybody hands out shots of booze instead of candy. Needless to say after a couple of hours we were all pretty wound up and having lots of fun.

On Halloween there is always lots going on. People are having parties and most of the bars have big nights also the only problem was I had yet to find out what my night was going to entail. By 9:00PM all of our friends had all left for the bar and only Mike and I were left. This is when it happened. Mike smiled at me and filled me in on the nights activities. At first it didn’t seem all that bad, but the more he talked the more my stomach started to ache. I could believe what he wanted me to do. He has put me in some very vicarious positions before but never nothing like this. I quickly told him he was out of his mind but he didn’t seem to be listening. As I stood there with a blank look on my face Mike just had the biggest grin that I had ever seen. I think that he was smiling so big his ears were actually getting wet. He looked so proud with himself. The scariest part about this entire ordeal was that I was actually considering going though with it. I don’t know why but as I have said before Mike seems to have some kind of power over me that makes it impossible for me to say no.

While I was still considering his plan Mike went back to his apartment to get my costume. When he came back and gave it to me I had already figured out it was too late to back out now. I knew that Mike would never let me stop. As I looked at the costume (or lack there of) my stomach was turning. How could I possible be considering wearing this outfit out in public? The costume was basically only a wig. Mike had planned on me going out tonight as Lady Godiva. He gave me the wig and told me that was all I was allowed to wear until tomorrow morning. He had also planned on us going out to the bar to meet up with our friends and possibly to an after hours party at someone house. I went back to my bedroom and tried my costume on.
It wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it might be. The wig had long blond hair that went almost to the floor and when I placed the hair in the proper locations it actually covered up everything quite well. I later figured out that this costume comes with a flesh colored body suit but I apparently wasn’t granted the privilege of wearing that part of the costume.

As I came out of the bedroom and modeled my costume for Mike he told I looked perfect and he was ready to head out. I was so nervous. Although at the present time everything was covered all it would take was a little breeze or the wrong movement for me to show a little too much skin. The other part of my dilemma was the fact that I had to leave all of my clothes at the apartment and ALL I had to wear that night was that stupid wig. The fact that I wouldn’t have any clothes with me meant that I had no way of changing my mind and backing out if something went wrong. This part really scared me. I felt so vulnerable but yet very excited.


As we left the apartment I looked back and thought that this was my last chance to back out, but for some reason I didn’t. As I climbed into Mike’s car it was now too late and I was at his mercy. As we enter the bar to meet up with our friends I was constantly looking down to check my wig. I really didn’t want to get naked in front of my friends again (remember the Laundry Mat). When everyone at the table seen my costume they started to laugh. In fact I was the center of attention for quite a while. They made me keep on going up to the bar to refill the pitchers. I was getting a lot of looks from everyone in the bar but I managed to keep my composure and not show anything. As the night went on and the drinks when down I was feeling no pain again. I think that this must have been Mike’s plan all along because he kept on buying me drinks all night long. I had even gotten brave enough to do some dancing out on the dance floor. I don’t think anybody really seen too much although I know at least once or twice on the dance floor I spun a little to fast and I had to act quickly to cover myself back up but no major damage was done.

As the bar closing down it was just Mike and myself left at our table. He told me some of his friends where having an after hours party and we needed to go. Since I had already gotten away with so much this evening I felt very confident and I was game. We exited the bar and got into Mike’s car. This costume ended up being a lot more fun than I imaged. I was naked under all the hair and almost no one could tell. Once we arrived at the party I jumped out of car fixed my hair and headed for the door with Mike.

The people at this party were different than the last party Mike took me to. I didn’t recognize anyone. Everybody turned as I walked in the door to check me out. I heard quite a few comments about my costume but I didn’t care. We headed over to the bar and got another drink. This party was very busy. There must have been at least 50 people in this house. Many of who were also wearing costumes but none was quite as bold as mine. After we partied for a while someone started up some drinking games. There must have been about 10 of us playing including Mike. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was being ganged up on and I didn’t like were this game was going. When the game ended I was feeling totally fearless and Mike knew it. He finally had me where he wanted me. When I wasn’t paying attention to him he rallied up a few of his friends and they surrounded me. As I was talking to Mike I heard this cutting noise. As I turned around to see what it was I seen someone standing with a clump of my hair and a pair of scissors. When I started to yell at him and ask him what he was doing I heard the same noise again and again and again. Every time I turned around someone would come up behind me and cut off some of my wig. With in a matter of a minute or two my backside was completely exposed and everyone was staring and laughing at me.

I managed to escape that group and go to the other side of the house. By now I was starting to gather quite a crowd. These so-called barbers managed to follow me wherever I went. Everyone at the party was starting to chant “Cut it off, Cut it all off”. No matter were I went somebody would come up to be with a pair of scissors and cut off some hair. The cut off hair seemed to be like a trophy of some kind because they were all wearing it around their necks. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I knew Mike was in on this deal so I couldn’t ask him for help and I couldn’t leave. I tried to be on my toes and watch out the best I could but no matter what I did they were getting the best of me. I finally found a chair and sat down.


All that was left of my costume was just enough hair to just barely cover up my front side. Then it happened. Mike approached me and told me to stand up. I figured there was no getting away from him or the scissors so I reluctantly stood up in front of him. Just as I suspected he pulled out a pair of scissors and told me he was going to finish the job. With a few quick cuts all of my hair fell to the floor and I was standing completely naked in front of a group of Mike’s friends again. I tried to cover myself up but it was really no use because Mike grabbed me by the arm and walked me through the party like I was his trophy. I begged him that it was time to go home but he told me he was having to much fun and I should just relax and go with the flow. I don’t know how I was supposed to relax when I was naked but I had no choice. I wandered over to the bar and got another drink. I definitely was not lonely the rest of the night because every guy in the place had to come over and give me a hug and tell me how brave I was.

About 4:00AM it was finally time for us to leave. I asked Mike to find me some clothes but he quickly told me that I didn’t need any. As we walked out the front door I turned and waved good-bye to everyone and jumped into Mike’s car. As I sat in the front seat the town seemed pretty quiet. Not many people were on the road at this time of the morning. As we pulled into our parking lot I remembered that I was going to have to sneak back into my apartment naked again. Luckily nobody was around and I was able to make it all the way with no one seeing me. I opened my door and went straight to bed. As I lay there in my bed I couldn’t believe what had happened to me again. Why do I let myself get into these situations? Why can’t I seem to tell Mike no? Although, I did have a lot of fun but I will never tell him that.

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