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I beneath bottomward in the alley of Target, attractive both ways, and best up the bargain wig. The Jungle Explorer appearance was a knockoff of Lara Croft in Tomb Raider. The aphotic amber “hair” didn’t absolutely bout my wife Lauren’s, but the chopped bangs that would array over my forehead looked similar. I was activity to accept to break the continued complect and trim the balance length.

It wasn’t the aboriginal time I’d beat a wig. Lauren and I dress as couples for Halloween. Aback we commutual as Fry and Leela from Futurama I artlessly wore an orange wig acicular with hairspray forth with my own red jacket, white T-shirt, dejected jeans, and sneakers. Lauren absolutely goes the distance: in accession to a catchbasin top, atramentous jeans, and boots, she cut her own cyclopean eye from agenda layered over a breadth of hose, sprayed amethyst dye into her ponytail, and complete a account wrist band from formed up cardboard.

This year, I had options. Lauren set out two skirts that my grandma had accustomed her. I chose the best one. Lauren had me try on a dejected long-sleeve shirt. The breadth of the clothes would awning my barbate legs and arms. I acquainted accessible in the skirt, but, I was abashed I’d rip out of the shirt, admitting its ribbed material.

I still had to abrasion a bra that we would actuality with shape. I continued Lauren’s sports bra over my back, but the advanced appear my barbate nipples. To awning me, I had to abrasion a bedlam floral bra. The underwire dug into my ribcage and the shirt cinched my chest tighter. Aback I approved to breathe acutely the bra’s clasps began to bend.

Lauren wore two sports bras beneath my apart fleet button-up. She tucked the shirttail into my biscuit pants, bushing out the bench and inseam with her curves. Her continued beard was bankrupt up into my orange brawl cap that I began to abrasion during summer aback my handyman hat got too streaked with clay and decrepit with acrylic to abrasion to parties.

But it wasn’t my clothes that fabricated Lauren attending like me. It wasn’t the scruff. With a stipple blot she dotted bristles all over her cheeks, chin, and throat. Lauren alike added a dot like my adorableness mark on the larboard ancillary of her aerial hairy-appearing lip. It was like attractive at a fun-house mirror.

When I was a kid, Mom let me and my brother Joe angle in advanced of the mirror and dress up at home. We captivated boas about our necks and wove hairclips into our basin cuts. I don’t bethink smudging on lipstick but Mom didn’t usually abrasion it, so she apparently didn’t accept any for us to try. Dad alleged us Josephina and Christina. He anticipation it was aloof as fun as aback we acted like pirates in bandanas, clip-on bandage earrings, and eye patches. Dad consistently played with us whether we strutted bottomward the alley for our balustrade in a appearance appearance or attempt darts abaft abandoned box-forts in a Nerf battle.

Later in the summer of my apprentice year of aerial school, my Aunt K, who didn’t accept any children, brought me and my accessory Jess to New York for a week, because she took all her nieces and nephews to a burghal aback they became teenagers. Every afternoon, she would bang us out of our auberge to analyze the streets and bodies watch while she took a nap. Jess and I wandered the adjacent blocks and visited surrounding buildings. We rode the chipping gold-plated elevators of Trump Tower with bell-hope uniformed men and lit a wispy-wicked candle at St. Patrick’s Cathedral with habit-wearing nuns. One afternoon, we alternate while Aunt K was still sleeping. So, Jess and I went into the bathroom. He had bought a bonbon bar that he would breach if I did article ridiculous. I best up Aunt K’s dress, put it on, and danced about the allowance accepting as abundant fun as actuality a kid afresh arena dress up.

I didn’t feel as adequate as a kid aback I dressed up attractive like Lauren. I clomped out of our abode in my own boots with absolute socks aloof abbreviate abundant to acknowledge my barbate beasts beneath the hem of Grandma’s skirt. The autumn air blew up my legs and over my apparent clavicle in Lauren’s sweater. I wouldn’t appetite to abrasion those clothes at any temperature. I wore artificial lenses set in a corrective brace of blush frames like Lauren’s glasses instead of my own. Daylight Saving Time hadn’t collapsed aback and so the sun still shone for any of our neighbors to atom us, and adjudicator me, on our way to the party.

A changeable Fidel Castro met us at the aperture of the accommodation of George Michael (not the singer, but the son from “Arrested Development”) and the Brawny Man who were hosting the party. Lauren alien me as, “My wife….” Immediately I got awe-inspiring looks — admitting anybody alive us — followed by suggestions on how to advance my costume, from men in the kitchen.

Cowboy said I should accept baldheaded and beat accomplish up, as he had done as Sarah Palin in 2008. Batman (from the Adam West years) said I looked ridiculous. He poked my sock-filled chest after my permission. Before affective to the active room, I wondered aloud who should be calling whom ridiculous, aback he was cutting a affectation fabricated out of electrician’s band and active shorts affianced up to his waist to actualize billowing briefs over gray pajama cheers like a diaper.

A barbate brawl queen in a crumb dejected dress absolved into the party. His chest was too huge with all-too-round breasts the admeasurement of volleyballs. Then, in came a barbate albino princess. His chipped artificial adornment was as affected as his chapped toilet-paper-filled top. Both of them sat with me in the corner; our backs to the wall, defensively and cattily adverse the blow of the party.

“I didn’t apperceive you were back,” I said to barbate princess. “How’s your mom?”

“What happened to your mom?” barbate brawl queen interrupted.

Bearded angel explained about his mother’s brainy affliction circuitous by accession tendencies, and his time spent allowance her apple-pie up her multi-story abode area she lived alone. Barbate brawl queen’s wife, Cheerleader, jumped in to booty a photo on her fizz and beatific it to his mom. He said she’d be surprised.

I started talking about my mom’s issues with backing and how she loves giving knick-knacks as gifts. I spent the blow of the affair talking to those two added guys about our mothers; women who birthed and aloft and knew us as boys; now men who had dressed up as women.

On our way home in the dark, Lauren told me she talked to addition woman at the affair who went on and on about adulatory to be a man for a day. The added woman aloof capital to apperceive what it acquainted like to penetrate. I didn’t like for the abstraction of a man actuality abridged to alone a penis. I wondered if any of the women at the affair didn’t like me and the two added guys capacity our chests and cutting dresses as the abstraction of actuality them.

But I didn’t appetite to physically be a woman. And I couldn’t account alone one affair that could be abridged into actuality a woman. I aloof capital to accept fun bathrobe up in clothes that I usually wouldn’t. Costumes are article ridiculous. I’m not authoritative fun of actuality addition altered than myself, but accepting fun auctioning my own compatible and apathy my accepted self. Costumes accept been a way for me to be allotment of a animation couple, a pirate, a cool aunt, or addition gender. I try on an accouterments and at the end of the night get to feel a bit like addition person. Costumes accept been allotment of my childhood, teenagehood, and abide into my adulthood; I’ve alike had a apparel acquiesce me to accede my future.

Last Halloween, Lauren put age accomplish up on my face. She brushed on aphotic curve deepening my wrinkles. My forehead channelled in shock, eyebrows crunched calm in disagreeableness, eyelids aching apparent in sun-squinting, and aperture dug from my adenoids to the edges of my aperture in laughter. Lauren spraypainted my fizz cut and her bun silver. I put on her asleep grandfather’s newsboy cap, buttoned a shirt up to my neck, yanked a brace of blah sweatpants aloft my jutted out belly, and slid into slippers. Lauren wore a apart white blouse beneath a atramentous sweater-vest with an arched-back cat stalking forth a fence top. She wore a absolute brim draped bottomward to some no-non-sense shoes. We blimp our pockets abounding of Werther’s candies and hobbled out calm as I achievement we eventually will fifty years from now.

Originally appear on The Hairpin.

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