GENRE: YA Thriller
I climb into the driver's seat and tug off the wig that's been torturing my scalp for the last three hours. If hair could breathe, mine would be gasping in relief right now.
"Better put these on, Nessa." My cousin Beth picks up my jeans from her seat.
She has a point. I shouldn't be driving around in my grandmother's car wearing a corset and thigh-high stockings. I pull the banana out of the front of my spangly black underwear and chuck it in her lap. With a horrified squeak, she tosses it onto the floor.
"God, that was so much fun." My knees thump the steering wheel as I kick my heels off and squirm into the jeans.
Beth hands me my t-shirt. She played it safe dressing up as Janet for the Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight, in a plain white dress and cardigan. She didn't even need to hide her outfit when we left the house. I, on the other hand, required a full costume change in the movie theater parking lot. It was so worth it. For a few precious hours, I wasn't Nessa Shea, Junior class treasurer and crew team captain. I was Dr. Frank N Furter, deranged cross-dressing alien and red-lipstick aficionado from Transsexual, Transylvania.
I grab a tissue out of Grammy's center console and scrub off the chest hair I drew on earlier with eyeliner. It's depressing that I fill out this corset as well as Tim Curry, but at least for tonight that was a good thing.