"I guess I have to move natural blonde to the top of my list." Michelle thought as she scanned the crowd of costumed people. "Then again. Being a redhead isn't bad." Michelle briefly tried to remember what her follower count was before she became a ginger, but she couldn't quite remember the exact number. "Damn... I think I have more now... I guess that makes sense. There's less redheads in the world and my content is absolute fire." Michelle mentally checked her last couple of posts on Instagram, TikTok, and OnlyFans. "Actually I'm killing it!" Michelle thought as she mentally patted herself on the back. "You know what. I'm staying a redhead." Michelle spotted a guy standing by himself on the other side of the room. "He'll work." She thought as she began to snake her way through the crowd. "We'll take blonde off the list... Move thick legs back up to the top..." Michelle momentarily lost sight of the guy when a tall guy walked in front of her. "Or.. Maybe we do longer and thicker legs..." Michelle's mind began swirling with content ideas if instead of being 5'7" tall, she was over 6'0" tall. "I would make a fire dommy-mommy!" Michelle thought to herself as she sliced and diced her way towards her target.
"Hey there Mr. Peanut Butter." Michelle said as she confidently strutted up to the guy wearing a costume that looked like a slice of bread with peanut butter on it. "You look like you could use some strawberry jam." Michelle winked at the guy and flicked her red hair over her shoulder. "You care if I ask you a question?"
"No." The guy said with a gigantic shit eating grin. "Ask away Daphne."
"This is going to be too easy." Michelle thought as the guy alternated between ogling Michelle's breasts and paying attention to her face. "I need some help with my costume." Michelle said in sad pouty voice. "My costume is almost perfect." She brought her hands together in front of crotch squishing her large breasts together and creating a canyon of cleavage. "But I need your help." The guy was now fully gawking at Michelle's breasts. "My hair is great." Michelle brought her hands up and ran her fingers through her hair. "My face is gorgeous." She said bating her blue eyes at the guy. "My tits. Well my tits are basically the best in the world." Michelle ran a finger across her cleavage. "My waist makes men drool and other women jealous." She placed her hands on her waist to emphasize how small it is. "My ass causes traffic jams, BUT!" Michelle paused and looked down at her legs. "My legs are kind of lacking." Michelle stuck her thin left leg forward. "Don't you think I would look better with long legs and thick muscular thighs."
"Yeah!" The guy said gawking at Michelle's legs. "I mean. They're great, but I guess longer and thicker would be even better!"
"That's what I was hoping you would say." Michelle said in a cheery tone. "You can help me get those legs by doing exactly what I tell you to do. Okay?" Michelle ran her finger down the front of the guys costume as he eagerly nodded his head yes. "First let me ask you this, but don't respond until I tell you too." Michelle wagged her finger in front of the guy's face. "How do you think I could improve my costume?" Michelle paused with her palm held in front of the guy's face. "Now you say your costume would look better with long muscular legs that makes you over six feet tall."
"Kenneth!" A woman's voice barked out before the guy in the peanut butter bread costume could answer. Michelle's head snapped to the right, where a short girl was standing wearing a costume that looked like a piece of bread with jelly on it. "I leave you for one second and you are hitting on another girl!"
"Um..." The guy's eyes bounced between Michelle's chest and his angry girlfriend's face. "I can explain!" The guy said finally focusing his attention on his girlfriend. "See she had a problem with her costume. And... And... she asked me for help. But you know... How can I help her?... I don't know makeup or girl clothes... so... so... I was going to tell her if she really wants to improve her costume she should... umm... she should... she should go over there and ask those girls how to improve her costume." The guy said pointing over to a group of four college girls dressed as the Power Puff Girls.
Michelle snapped her head to the left and focused in on the group of college aged girls. "O no..." Michelle thought as she studied the group. "They're going to be bitches." Michelle felt her heart begin to race while the guy's girlfriend chewed him out for being a sexist pig and flirting with another woman. "Don't move." Michelle tuned out the ranting girlfriend and instead focused on fighting the urge to walk over to the group of girls. "Don't go over there. Don't move. Don't go over there. Don't..." Michelle felt her body turn towards the girls. "No... Don't!" Michelle internally cried out as her body went into auto-pilot mode and she began walking towards the group of girls that were now starring at her.
