The familiar buzz of my phone alerted me of a new notification. It was a text from my best friend, Ciera.
Ciera: Guess what( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You: ?
Ciera: Do you remember those cosplay outfits we wanted that were out of stock? Well... they're back in!
You: YOU ORDERED THEM, RIGHT???
Ciera: Obviouslyyy ◔‿◔
You: Sending you schmoney [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] When do they arrive?
Ciera: Girl, you know I got that next day shipping. They're already here. Can you come over today?
You: OMW!
She didn't live far from me, so I arrived at her house within thirty minutes.
"Knock knock!" I said aloud to announce my presence.
She swung the front door open and engulfed me in a tight embrace. We shifted our weight from side to side, relishing in each others' presence.
Though it had only been a couple of weeks since I last saw her in person, I missed her.
I was dragged by the wrist through her entryway and into her bedroom where a cardboard package lied on the carpet.
She flipped open the already severed lid and revealed two neatly folded uniforms. She tossed one to me, and I held it in the air, singing a single opera note comedically.
"I brought my makeup, you coming?" I asked, gesturing with my thumb.
She nodded and followed me to the bathroom where we put on full faces to match the new attire. It took a while due to the efforted detail, but the final product was well worth the time.
Once I'd finished, I stepped back and checked myself out in the mirror.
"We look good." She stated, her jaw hanging in a slight smile.
I didn't have a lot of skill when it came to painting my face, but there was no denying how hot I looked. I'd really surprised myself.
Once we'd changed clothes, I struck poses to note how I appeared at different angles.
The design was accurate, and the stitching was unexpectedly clean. The fabric hugged my body enough to accentuate my shape without being too tight.
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We traveled outside for optimal lighting and adjusted ourselves to our liking. I used my phone to take photos and videos. She was quite picky about how they turned out, but so was I, so I retook several times.
I admitted that my arm was growing tired, so we sat down to examine my camera roll. We had a wide selection to choose from. I deleted the ones neither of us wanted and sent her the rest.
