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 ï>¿Boxie goes Trick-or-Treating by American Cowboy

   Boxie goes Trick-or-Treating - Part 1

   So for this Halloween, like, I decided to do some trick-or-treating in
my neighborhood after dark.  And I was going to dress up as the mummy.  At
first, this did not seem like a very sexy costume.  Except the white
bandages would be wrapped around my bare naked body!

   Now I had put a lot of thought into how this might work, and prepared by
securing a supply of the medical bandages from my school nurse's office. 
Don't ask me how I did it, only it was nice that I could charm a couple of
boys in my class to pick up the rolls for me.  It was more than enough for
what I needed.

   Deciding that I would best achieve the proper look and coverage in
sections, I sat in my bedroom completely undressed and started wrapping the
first bandage around my leg.  I pulled the clingy white material around my
thigh, all the way up to my crotch.  Then I spiraled down the length of my
outstretched shapely leg.  Earlier, I thought about what sort of shoes I
should wear with my costume.  But I found I was able to wind the bandage
around my heel and over my foot, so that only the very tip of my toes stuck
out.

   "Boxie, it's a good thing you're a girl," I giggled to myself.  "I don't
think a boy could get away with this!"

   The thought was amusing to me, and I grinned as I quickly wrapped up my
other leg with a separate length of bandage.  It was snug, adjusting
tightly around my thighs and knees and lower legs, while still affording me
the flexibility to walk.  But now I had to cover my front and behind. 

   I watched myself in the full-length mirror as I twisted the next roll of
bandage around my waist, concentrating on what I was doing.  My
triangle-shaped patch of pubic hair was quickly hidden, but the way my
bottom curves out perfectly round from my narrow waist, I had to use a lot
of the white strip to cover my backside.  In the end, I used up the roll as
I twisted around my tummy just over my bellybutton.  It was like a belt and
mini-skirt in one wrap, closely following the curves of my body.

   Putting my hands on my hips, I took a few steps around my bedroom, to
make sure the bandages stayed in place.  Satisfied, I giggled as my bare
boobies bounced around.  Now it was time to take care of that.  My fingers
started to unwind a new roll, and I wrapped this around my stomach and
back, moving higher and higher until my breasts were concealed.  I actually
made it tight so that the boobs wouldn't jiggle loose!  Then I snipped off
another strand of bandage and carefully covered my throat, all the way up
my neck.  I moved my long black hair out of the way, and then let it fall
behind me.

   Finally, I did my arms.  From shoulders to wrists, I kept my hands
uncovered so that I could manipulate my fingers.  Again, the stretchy
medical fabric was flexible enough that I could bend my arms, like without
even exposing my elbows!  This really was some kind of self-adhering
bandage, with no need for clips.  It was like a custom fit, and would not
slip or loosen. 

   I pranced around my room one more time, confident that I was secure in
my white bandage wrappings.  My silky black hair, I thought, made a nice
contrast, along with my grey eyes.  Quickly, I grabbed the twine handles of
a brown paper bag I would be using for trick-or-treating, which even had a
cartoon print of a jack-o-lantern.  That also made me giggle. 

   Hurrying down the stairs, I called out to my mother and father, telling
them I was going out for the night.  Before they could examine my costume
to meet with their approval, I was out the door, with my parents reminding
me not to stay up too late.  Like, whatever.  I was a good girl, I just
wanted to have a little fun.

   My bandaged feet hit the pavement, but it was not uncomfortable at all.
I was thankful for the mild weather here at the end of this October.  And
waiting for me at the bottom of my driveway was my friend Patricia, who had
promised to pick me up.

   Of course, I wasn't really going to be making the rounds in my own
neighborhood.  That might be too embarrassing.  Instead, Pattie agreed to
drive me further through to the other side of town.  Certainly, my travels
would not be within walking distance of my house.

   "Boxie, what are you supposed to be?" the girl with curly blonde hair
and glasses asked as I climbed into the passenger seat.

   I giggled, and then proudly replied, "I'm a mummy!"

   "You look like you're wrapped in toilet paper," Pattie said after a
moment's evaluation.

   "No -- see!" I stuck out my arm wrapped in the gauze-like bandages.

   Instead, my friend found another point to rebuke me.  "Aren't you a
little old for this?  I mean sixteen-year-olds don't usually go
trick-or-treating."

   "Yeah, I know," my voice lowered as I answered shyly.

   Part of the reason I wanted to do this was because I had the sense that
acting inappropriate for my age was kind of naughty.  Besides, it was only
harmless fun.  And I did think I looked pretty good wrapped up tightly.

   We were driving down the road when Pattie turned to me again.  "Mummies
are supposed to have their heads covered as well."

   She had caught me fussing with my hair in the vanity mirror on the sun
visor.  Just like when I wear a turtleneck sweater, I enjoyed how the
bandages around my necked framed my round face and brought out my pretty
eyes.  I hooked a lock of black hair behind an ear and regarded my friend.

   "Oh no!  My hair is too thick and long to get all wrapped up," I told
her.  "And I didn't want to pin it over my head or do anything fancy like
that."

   Patricia only laughed and said, "Boxie, you're too much."

   We passed a convenience store, which was going to be our rendezvous
point at the end of the night.  Just a bit further was a block of houses,
and this is where I was going to, like, start my trick-or-treating.  I
offered Pattie a chance to come with me, even though she was not dressed
up, but she absolutely refused.  So I would be doing this on my own, which
was fine by me.

   Just as I was getting out of the car with my bag, Pattie called out --
"Be careful!  You're going to snag those bandages on the door!"

   "Oops!" I swiveled myself around, balancing to avoid an unflattering
trip or fall to the ground.

   Honestly, I don't know if my friend realized how embarrassing it would
be if my costume unraveled.  I didn't tell her that I had nothing on
beneath these bandages.  They felt nice on my bare skin.  Glancing down, I
made sure that none of the strips had shifted.  Then I shut the car door
and waved goodbye to Pattie.

   All alone, once she drove off, I felt my heart beating a little faster.
Nervously, I walked down the street clutching my empty bag.  Soon I saw
other groups of costumed boys and girls.  Since it was already dark out, I
figured these ones would be closer to my age, maybe junior high or the
first year of high school.  I imagined that I probably stood out some
because I was mostly white against the blackness of the evening.  However,
there were street lamps and lights on at welcoming houses.

   I walked up the path of the first home that had numerous Halloween
decorations out on the lawn.  Taking a deep breath, I bravely rang the
doorbell.  It was answered by a man who must have just returned home from
work.  Dressed in trousers and a button-down shirt, with his tie undone, he
looked like he was in no mood to receive trick-or-treaters.  He was not
unattractive.  So I giggled and smiled up at him.

   "Happy Halloween!" I said, opening my brown paper bag.

   With a sigh, the man told me to wait a moment and then disappeared.  He
came back with a bowl, and proceeded to drop a handful of wrapped candies
into my bag.

   "Thank you, sir," I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl, and wondered if
my voice and the fact that I was alone belied that I was a teenager.

   Not waiting for a reprimand, I turned around to head back toward the
street.  I wiggled my bottom wrapped in the tight white bandages, excited
at how fun this was.  As I began to make my way toward the next house, I
ran into a group of girls.  It looked like they had gotten a good head
start, and resented me working this side of the block.

   "What kind of costume is that?" the first girl sneered, dressed as she
was like some pop music diva.

   I answered cheerily, "I'm a mummy!"

   Another girl was dressed like a pirate replied, "She looks more like she
is a hospital patient!"

   "Yeah -- like she had an accident!" their other fiend laughed.

   I felt my ears burning beneath my hair, and a tingle of humiliation. 
Looking closer at the trio, they were about my height and had the attitude
of high school students.  Maybe they were just a year younger than me, or
the same grade.  Still, I tried to put on my best face.

   "I suppose that would make sense," I tried to explain, "since these are
doctor bandages.  But I meant to be the mummy."

   The first rock-star girl shook her head.  "That's stupid.  Mummies are
supposed to be spooky.  And you don't look spooky at all."

   Then the pirate girl chimed in, "Only boys dress up as monsters,
anyway."

   "Besides, whoever heard of a mummy with one leg wrapped up and the other
leg bare?" the third young lady dressed like a fairy princess pointed at me
with her wand.

   I looked down suddenly at my one leg and toes, and gasped, "Ohmygod! 
What happened?" 

   As the three girls laughed, they then motioned behind me, back toward
the first house I had visited.  There on the front lawn close to the street
was a decoration of a witch on a broomstick.  And caught on one end,
trailing out in the direction I had walked, was a length of white bandage.
The piece I had used to wind around my left leg and foot!

   "Oh no!" I squeaked. 

   But before I could react, the pirate girl hurried past me and was able
to retrieve the bandage from the lawn decoration.  The other girls asked
what school I went to.  I told them, and found out that naturally, they
went to the rival school closer to this side of town.  I swallowed a little
and clutched my bag, as they circled around me, teasing.

   "So will you keep going, Boxie?" Having told them my name, the rock-star
girl inquired about my intentions.

   Determined not to be intimidated, I immediately answered, "Sure -- like,
why not?"

   Maybe these young ladies were slightly impressed by my daring.  After
all, it was only one leg, kind of like if I had a cut-off pant leg.  Could
be even trendy.  They smiled slyly, and suggested sticking with them to try
the houses on the opposite side of the street.

   I happily agreed.  The four of us continued on to the next destination.
This time it was a woman who answered the door and she complimented us on
our costumes.  We each received a handful of candy.  For some reason, I
felt more natural, safer going out in numbers rather than by myself.

   "Happy Halloween, girls, and be safe!" the lady smiled at us and then
closed her front door.

   My paper bag was the last one filled.  As I had my arms held out in
front of me, I thought I felt something on my shoulder.  Turning around, I
walked back toward the street along with the rest of the girls.  It was as
I shifted the bag to one hand and swung my other arm freely, that I noticed
the bandage unwinding.  Still, I jogged forward to catch up with the
others.

   "Hey!" I called out, discovering the reason was that someone had hooked
the end of the arm wrapping inside the closed screen door.

   It twirled completely loose the further way I had moved, now fluttering
from the house as I stood on the street.  One bare arm and one bare leg, I
looked at myself in dismay, but also enjoying the attention.  The girls
giggled and teased, and I even wiggled my toes.

   "Now you match, Boxie!" the pirate girl laughed.

   More like I was a mix and match of exposed skin and white bandage. 
Nevertheless, I told them I would continue trick-or-treating.  Along the
way, the young lady dressed like a rocker made fun of my costume and asked
what I would do if I had to pee.  I told her I had not thought of that, but
in the case of an emergency, I would, like, have to remove the bandages. 
The other girls smiled.

   We had hit several houses now, when the princess girl thought it would
be funny if she hooked her wand on the back of my wrapped-up heel as I was
walking.  The pointy star snagged the on bandage.  She remained in one spot
letting me keep moving ahead.  As I lifted the leg, the gauzy material came
undone, pulled away like a fishing line as the princess waved her wand.

   Boxie goes Trick-or-Treating - Part 2

   The other girls watched with delight, my other leg come into view and I
was completely barefoot.  I also wasn't wearing any underwear, and I felt
the last of the bandage slip between my thighs making me shiver.  I still
had wrappings around my hips, running lower like the hem of a very short
skirt.  But the round cheeks of my bottom were peeking out behind me.

   "I want to go further!" I told the high school girls desperately when
they asked if I wanted to go home.

   It's not like we were the only four people on the block.  Up ahead on
the sidewalk was another group of trick-or-treaters.  And there were more
just across the road.  I began to realize, I wasn't the only teenager up
for mischief.  Most of the younger kids would have been taken out by
parents or older siblings earlier, before dark.  My friend Pattie was
wrong. Definitely other sixteen-year-olds would be out tonight, maybe even
older students.

   And then who should we run into, but the two guys from my school, the
ones who helped me get these bandages.  It's like they knew I would be out
roaming around, since of course, I totally let them know what I was doing.
Peter and his friend James, they stopped right in front of us.  One of the
boys had a flashlight, and he shined it on my legs and feet.

   "Hey, Boxie," the guy in my class, James, said.

   I introduced the boys to the three girls.  The young lady dressed like a
pirate whispered in my ear that she thought they were cute.  They were!  I
was thankful for the strip of bandage covering my bobbies, effectively
keeping my nipples from poking out.

   "What happened to your costume?" Peter asked, noticing the missing
pieces.

   Glancing at the girls I had gone trick-or-treating with, I simply said I
ran into some trouble.  Had an accident.  Much to my shame, I told them,
these bandages did seem like they could unravel quite easily.  The thought
made me excited.

   We decided to make a few more stops to see how many treats we could
gather.  Only now, I was with two fully dressed boys who went to my school,
and three ladies in costumes who attended the rival high school.  I felt
very vulnerable as I tiptoed in the middle of the group, scantily covered
in wrappings.

   My paper bag was held in front of me, half full with candy as I walked
barefoot through the neighborhood.  The boys were on either side of me, and
one of the girls slipped directly behind me.  I didn't realize it at first,
but she must have pinched the end of the bandage I had twirled around my
waist.  It began to unwind in back of me while I crept up the path to the
next house.

   The result was that by the time I reached the front door, I was
completely bottomless!

   Nervously, I gripped the bag so that it shielded my pubic hair.  My toes
bashfully rubbed behind my other leg as an old man dropped more treats
right in front of my pussy!  Thankfully, it was getting late, and it seemed
he just wanted to be finished with the last of the trick-or-treaters.  I
squeaked out a Happy Halloween before the door closed in my face.

   Then I turned around and bounced back to the teenagers who were waiting
on the sidewalk, laughing at me.

   "OK, like, now this is getting to be too much," I said breathlessly.

   Standing half-naked in front of two boys who went to my school and three
girls who went to another, the young lady dressed as a rock star slowly
circled around me.  James and Peter were grinning, and I made direct eye
contact with them.  Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass.

   "Boxie, all that candy will go right to your butt!" the girl teased,
following with a quick slap.

   "Ouch!" I yelped, and jumped up in my toes.

   Then she smacked me again.  Not hard, but definitely playful.  She was
spanking me right in front of the other teenagers!  After three or four, I
dropped the bag to the ground and cupped my hands between my legs.

   At this point, I had only one arm bandaged, and my boobies wrapped up,
as well as the last strip around my neck.  One of the boys, Peter, moved
next to me and I trembled slightly.  He fingered the gauzy material at my
throat.

   "If a vampire was going to bite you on the neck, Boxie, he would have to
get this out of the way," the young man said.

   I didn't even have clothes on, just these last three tightly wound
lengths of white bandage.  And soon the piece around my neck was unraveled,
then discarded entirely.  Peter moved his mouth closer, like, pretending to
be Dracula or something in the spirit of Halloween.  But the other girls
knew what was going on.

   "Ooh -- these two are gonna make out!" the fairy princess giggled.

   The girl dressed like a pirate added, "He's gonna give her a hickey!"

   "No way!" My eyes wide, I started to back off immediately.

   I had no intention of getting any love bites that I would have to
explain to my parents.  Despite some of the outrageous things I had done,
including my current situation, I was still kind of sexually innocent.  I
held out one arm, the one that was bandaged, and stepped backward while
keeping my other hand over my pussy.

   Peter reached for my wrist, and took hold of the edge of the wrapping.
As I continued to walk backward, barefoot and bottomless, I watched the
strip twist off in a slow spiral.  All the way to my shoulder until it
trailed off completely, leaving both arms now uncovered.

   It was like I was wearing a sleeveless vest, only my bellybutton was
exposed and everything below.  Except that I hunched over a little,
desperately keeping my hands between my legs.  The boys whistled, and the
girls laughed.  Secretly, I enjoyed it.

   Around the block, many of the homes were turning off their lights. 
There were still the streetlamps along the sidewalk, and I could just make
out a few straggling groups of trick-or-treaters in the distance.  James
and Peter and the three girls came around me once more.  I felt somewhat
sheltered, but on display at the same time.  My bare round ass was just out
there!

   "I think I'm done," I giggled shyly.

   It was the teenage girl dressed like a punk rocker who walked behind me
and asked, "How are you getting home, Boxie?"

   The boys looked at me expectantly, but I disappointed them by saying, "I
have a friend -- she's picking me up -- just around the corner."

   Her fingers were lightly on my back, and I arched my bare shoulders.  I
was well aware she was searching for the end of the strip that was wrapped
around my chest.  Then I felt a small portion of the self-adhering bandage
plucked away from my skin, and my bottom jiggled.

   "Then I guess it's time for you to run back to her," the girl teased.

   Well, I couldn't really run because I didn't have any shoes on, and also
I would be holding one hand over my pussy mound.  Tossing back my mane of
long black hair, I glanced over my shoulder.  The girl who went to our
rival high school winked at me.

   I started to walk forward, facing the boys from my class, James and
Peter.  The first foot of bandage pulled out taught behind me.  This caused
me to spin around, and the guys got a good look at my naked butt.  More of
the wrapping above my midsection came unraveled.  I started jogging
forward. Again, I was forced to twirl around, and only my breasts were
covered.  I don't think I was using my hands at this point, I just wanted
to get away.

   The bandage peeling away from my body was incredible, as was the
delicious reveal of bare skin.  Soon, the bottoms of my boobs peeked out
and just the nipples were hidden.  The girl several yards behind me kept
stripping off the bandage, and I kept jogging and twisting ahead.  If I
wasn't careful, I might get dizzy.  But this was fun and embarrassing all
at the same time!

   I tried to drown out the whistles and cheering and clapping, afraid that
the noise would draw more attention to us.  It was bad enough these five
teenagers were doing this to me.  Since it was Halloween night, though, I
guess no one cared.  My arms stretched out in front of me as I stumbled
forward, and I felt the bandage peel away.  Nipples sprung out immediately
stiff.

   The next thing I knew, I was bare-assed naked on the sidewalk. 
Completely nude.  A sixteen-year-old girl with long black hair, a round
bottom, narrow waist and big firm titties.  I didn't stop to look or savor
the moment, but just kept jogging through the neighborhood.

   Now that I was free of the medical bandages, I used my arms again. 
Cradling my boobies and hiding my pussy with my other hand, I headed for
the end of the block.  The boys further behind me had their flashlight and
used it to shine on my body.  I'm sure they got enough of a view to know
exactly what my bottom looks like when I'm running.

   I had to run past a different group of trick-or-treaters just around the
corner.  No time to take in the details as my dark hair streamed behind me
like a cloud in the night.  There were gasps and comments, I'm pretty sure,
but I just hoped Pattie would be waiting for me in the parking lot of the
convenience store.

   Since this was not my own neighborhood, I was comfortable being a little
bolder.  When I didn't see any customers, I picked my way toward the
brightly lit store entrance.  This is near where my friend had dropped me
off, right at the curb.  Of course, Pattie was not here now.  I waited,
nude, hugging myself and ready to chat with anyone who might discover me.
That was how turned on I was.

   After a few minutes, the boys from my class and the three girls caught
up with me.  I explained that I was waiting for my ride, and they were
happy to keep me company.  Especially the boys.  The truth is, I was
absolutely loving it, as long as nobody tried anything.  I made sure I
stayed covered with my arms and hands, so they didn't see any pink parts.
But just being nude around fully dressed teenagers my age was a real
thrill!

   At one point, I was going to suggest actually walking into the
convenience store, if one of the clerks was a cute guy.  How wild would
that be!  It was then, that my friend Pattie finally pulled up in her car.
Probably a good thing, too, before I went any further.

   I waved goodbye, and blushed knowing I would be seeing James and Peter
again at school.  And then I was scrambling into the passenger seat.

   "Boxie, what happened to your costume!" Pattie asked right away.

   I giggled, "Lost it --"

   "Of course you did," she shook her head and started to drive out from
the store to take me back home.

   Halfway through town, my friend asked where was the bag with the candy.
Since I was supposed to be doing this for tricks and treats.  She reminded
me that it appeared I had nothing at all.

   Rubbing my tummy, I then rolled over on one side.  "Oh, that's all
right. That candy would only go straight to my butt!"

   I slapped my own ass, I was so horny.  Pattie knew this and hurried to
get me back home.  I just hoped we didn't get pulled over by a cop, us
being two high school students out on a night like this.

   When we arrived at my house, it was dark.  I carefully made my way up
the driveway and prepared to sneak inside stark naked.  Looking over my
shoulder, I whispered goodbye to Pattie and then let myself in.  I locked
the front door behind me as quiet as I could.  Heading for my bedroom, the
stairs seemed to creak beneath my bare toes.  No one knew I had left the
house this evening wrapped only in bandages, and no one would find out I
returned in my bare skin.

   At last, I flopped on my bed and started to relieve the sexual tension.
It was a great masturbation.  On all fours, with my ass in the air.  When I
finally had my first orgasm, in the spirit of Halloween, I howled like a
werewolf.

   I hoped my parents wouldn't think there was anything wrong with me.
   THE END