Chapter 389: Planning for the Costume Party

Saturday, July 14, to Saturday, August 11, 2007

In my following the Sondarm School thread from planning through to execution, I skipped over a few things that I'll attend to now.

Carol's birthday was the first event. She didn't want a big bash because she's not really a gregarious person and there were plenty more parties coming up anyway, so she chose to have a small gathering with our families plus three of her best friends from school. It was a very nice evening, and Carol's being sixteen seemed like a significant milestone.

A couple of years ago - when I'd been the pre-Ron Fisher version of Mark - I'd been very much looking forward to Carol turning sixteen. Before she reached that age my having sex with her was the felony of Rape in the First Degree, that being VERY serious trouble! The moment she turned sixteen, it wasn't even the smallest possible misdemeanor. Getting a parking ticket was legally more serious than my having sex with Carol now, whereas my having sex with her yesterday was a heinous crime. Go figure.

After I eventually returned as Ron Fisher. Ron was legally not Carol's sibling so our having sex wasn't illegal in that respect, but was in another because Carol was underage and Ron was five years older, Oregon permitting only a three-year difference. We'd had to continue to be careful. When I was resurrected and became Mark again - a transformation which amusingly had yet to be put to a legal test - I was once again Carol's sibling, so up until yesterday my having sex with her was a heinous crime, but today it was a matter of complete indifference to the police.

Even before Carol turned sixteen the legal issue was pretty much a lame duck for my latest incarnation of Mark because no one would have been able to enforce the law on me. I was still having sex with Donna regularly, with complete indifference to the date of her sixteenth birthday. We obviously kept our incest secret because we didn't need the crap that would result if it became known, but it was nice to have the Guardian Angel on my side to remove the legal fear. I had decapitated the FBI's Agent In Charge on national TV immediately outside our front gate, so the legal consequences of boinking my sisters with their enthusiastic consent was hard to get worried about.

Anyway, we had a very nice, friendly, small dinner party for Carol.

Donna's fifteenth birthday bash was of a very different nature than Carol's. It started with our dropping rafts into an inaccessible stretch of river from four large helicopters; we needed four because Donna had invited thirty of her closest friends. We jumped in after the rafts, and were going to whitewater raft down to where the oldies would set up a party on the side of the river.

Donna had told Mom, "It'll be my last chance to have fun like that because I'll be too mature after this birthday." Donna was angling in her usual unsubtle way to have her "Sex with Mark Twice a Month" limit improved, preferably by removing it entirely. Judging by Ava's eager anticipation for the trip, Donna still had a few years of fun ahead of her yet, and I don't think Mom fell for Donna's claim of imminent maturity.

Nearly all of Donna friends are the sort to think that leaping out of helicopters into a river is great fun, only a few of them preferring to wait for their choppers to land beside the water.

I was in charge of three things during the rafting trip:

1. Safety. We had guides who thought they were in charge of this, but really I was. If a girl fell overboard, which they did sometimes because Donna had chosen a wild river, they got pushed right back into the rafts even before they had a chance to be scared. They knew the Guardian Angel was going to be looking after them, so they weren't feeling much fright anyway, especially not after the first couple of rescues. Rafts never got hung up, tipped, into bad areas of the river, etc. I also did un-safety things during dull stages of the river, to make them more fun.

2. Fishing. I took some suitable bags and collected some superb fish on the way, to cook fresh with our party food. Our guides were incredibly impressed by my ability to snatch fish out of the river with my bare hands. I didn't have a fishing license, but I did have a Guardian Angel so I didn't worry about the very small chance of game wardens checking on me. The fish were kept alive in mesh bags tied to the raft but floating in the river, so there was no risk of our being caught.

3. Entertainment. I played the fool to entertain the girls. It wasn't easy for me, but I applied myself to the role diligently and managed to achieve an amusing amount of "fool".

The last point is worth some examples. The Sondarm School event had been two weekends earlier, permitting the Guardian Angel to openly participate in Donna's event, so quite a few 'magical' effects occurred. For example (the best one), the girls' bikini tops kept coming off.

Other less useful, although probably more amusing, miracles occurred. When I dived into a swimming hole we'd stopped at, I dived off a cliff into the pool (after doing a sight blob Safety Inspection of it), but the angel stopped my perfect dive just before my fingers touched the water. I hovered in a going-nowhere vertical spear for a few seconds while I joked around, then the angel rotated me 270 degrees and slammed me into the water in what appeared to be an unbelievably spectacular belly buster, judging by the amount of water that got splashed out, drenching all the girls and half the state.

Or, when the raft went over a sudden drop, I got bucked several feet up in the air and didn't come down again. I sat in the air going nowhere until I started using my paddle to nonsensically paddle the air frantically in order to catch up with the raft, just like you'd see in children's cartoons.

When we'd passed through a rapid that had been particularly exciting, the angel would pick up the rafts and take us upstream so we could run it again; sometimes four or five times.

I socialized by changing rafts quite often, floating - in the NP sense - from one to the other. It didn't take long - microseconds - for the girls to excitedly ask for the same service. And soon after that, they even more excitedly asked to be flown around as had been done at Sondarm School. When we were in a particularly beautiful area, which happened quite often, the angel would float us all (including the guides) up and around to admire the scenic beauty. If we passed through a spectacular gorge, for example, I'd float us up to the top of the highest cliff so we could look down into the gorge and around the wider area. Sometimes we flew up individually, and sometimes I'd fly the rafts up with us still sitting in them. By the end of the trip, the girls and guides would unhesitatingly run off the edge of a cliff to have the angel catch them at the bottom. I warned them not to try that at home.

One of their favorite miracles was the Guardian Angel's going into the forest to get several wild animals for them to pet and hug. I couldn't find a cougar, which disappointed me, but a mother bear, her two cubs and several deer were big hits with the girls.

A fifth chopper had dropped the parents, a huge pile of gear, and four of our security guards as helpers (two of each gender), at the spot we'd have as our overnight campsite. By the time the excited and happy girls came screaming and giggling into camp, the tents were erected and beds made, tables set up with presents ready to be opened piled up on one, fires going, food mostly cooked and immediately descended on.

Between hungry mouthfuls, the girls RAVED over how fantastic it'd been, how nice the angel was, and what an idiot Mark was (I might've overachieved on the Playing The Fool job).

After a few quick bites, and while my freshly caught fish were searing (Vanessa was in charge of the kitchen; yummy), I asked, "Shall I go and get some more animals for you, maybe with the angel's help?"

"YES!" they screamed - there'd been a lot of screaming today - then started yelling their requests to the angel.

When they considered the angel sufficiently instructed, the angel and I left the campsite, me calling out, "Here Skunky, here Skunky."

I could pretty much guarantee that there'd be no sane animals within a mile of the screaming, yelling girls, so I had to go hunting. I collected most of what the girls wanted but again failed to find a cougar in the time I was willing to be away. I flew the animals back to near the camp, then I entered camp accompanied by a menagerie and riding on the back of the biggest bear. Playing my entertainment role, I was facing the wrong way and making silly comments about being a "bear-back rider." Our guards had trouble believing their eyes.

Apart from enforcing "No feeding the bears" (otherwise they can start hanging around humans, which can be dangerous for both species), the girls had a great time eating their meals, sharing them with the rest of the menagerie, and playing with their temporary pets. The bears were certainly strong enough to give rides, so that was on the agenda too, using an NP saddle blanket because wild bears stink. The novelty of playing with them compensated for the assaults on our noses. Dad, Prof and the guards gave bear-back riding a go too. You may recall that Mom had refused to let Donna ride the first bear I'd introduced her to, outside the cabin my families had hidden in during my nuclear war, but by now Mom had more confidence in my abilities, so let Donna have a ride. It was her birthday after all, and she said she was more mature now.

Unlike when we'd been at Sondarm School or home just after that, the guards didn't have to remain on the job and I didn't need to worry about the angel being frivolous, so our guards got some very exciting flights from the angel too.

After a couple of hours, I returned the animals back to where I'd gotten them.

The adults had very wisely pitched their tents a long way from the kids', because we made lots of giggling sounds as we played naughty games around the fire. Not so much giggling from me, if only because my mouth was full most of the time, causing whoever it was full of to giggle enough to make up for my silence.

Donna had already enjoyed a good session the previous night, and was looking forward to another one tomorrow night, so she was at her generous best in encouraging her girlfriends.

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[A few days earlier, I'd said to Donna, "Seeing as I won't be able to have sex with you while we're away, I'm having a very hard time deciding between our celebrating your birthday the night before we leave or the night after we get back. What do you think, sweetie?"

She'd started thinking about it seriously, until she'd had the obvious idea, suddenly declaring, "BOTH! It is my birthday!"

"You drive a hard bargain, but okay."]

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All things considered - and I pretty much did consider all things, when I wasn't busy doing more than just consider them - the girls didn't get much sleep that night, most of them crawling into a tent when the party/orgy ended about 3am. I knew most of the girls very well already, and they'd known what could be getting into them if they came on this trip. That was another reason they'd been so excited. I did sleep with Donna in my arms in a tent shared with a couple other trustworthy girls. We didn't indulge in any hanky-panky since everyone would hear us, but we liked the naked cuddling anyway.

After I'd had enough sleep I went for a nice walk/float through the woods. I can see as well at night as during the day. It's not quite the same - shadows are different, for example - but it works just as well. Despite effectively having daytime vision, the forest at night is still a different experience. Very enjoyable though, especially with a heat blob going.

After my nature walk, I returned to the adults' campsite just before I expected them to emerge, got their fire going nicely (1 second), and put a pot of water near the fire ready to make coffee for them. There was plenty of leftover food, so I got a selection of it ready and spent the time feeding myself and any birds that flew within five hundred feet of me.

One of the guards emerged first, shook his head at the sight of all the birds, and wandered off to have a pee.

He came back and I told him the water had just boiled, and we chatted as he made his coffee. He had quite a few questions about the incidents from the stories the girls had told about their rafting trip.

Some I could answer, but a common theme of my non-answers was, "The angel and I seem to be getting better at working together. I have the silly ideas and it does the heavy lifting. Or it might be that it's always been able to cooperate but it just hasn't wanted to until recently. It and I rarely communicate so I don't understand it. It'll do something or it won't, and there's never any explanation. It seems to have let its hair down on this trip, but whether that's because it feels I'm safe out here or for some other weird angelic reason, I've got no idea."

#4: <I think it's because Donna's friends have nice bodies and it seems only right to entertain them if they're going to entertain us.>

#10: <That'd be, "some other weird angelic reason" then.>

I fed him breakfast and more bullshit until the other adults started emerging. Our two female guards looked good when they joined us in their nightwear. Their clothing wasn't sexy and I didn't mean any other sexual connotation to my comment; I made it as an intro to me explaining a little nuance of my proximity sense. I've got very used to living with it now, so much so that I associate attractiveness with people who have fit and healthy bodies, which you'd think was a very weird association if you could see a picture of what I was sensing. The best analogy I can give you is a living, breathing version of those full-color anatomical drawings you see in medical publications. I offered them coffee and food the same as I had for the guys.

The guards teased me about my activities last night and marveled that I was up and about so early.

"The benefit of living a virtuous life."

That was more or less the tone for the early morning.

The girls had to be woken up for breakfast, which caused lots of moans and requests to be allowed to sleep longer, but there was too much fun to be had, so they scrambled around inside their tents to find their 'nightwear', to put it on so they could look innocent when they emerged, then they ventured forth, excited over starting another fun-filled day.

The girls ate while our staff packed up the tents and other gear, provisioned the rafts, and after the necessary morning activities, the girls were finally ready to resume our journey. We cast off and floated away with our guides, leaving the parents and helpers to finish the packing before their chopper arrived to take them home.

The day was a repeat of the first afternoon. Longer and with a stop for lunch on top of a beautiful rocky peak, but otherwise the same and still very good fun. The stop for lunch was especially enjoyable because the girls got quite affectionate with the trip coming to an end. The guides were going to have a few stories to tell after this trip.

We arrived at our pick-up point to find the choppers already there, so we were all too soon heading back to civilization.

I'd given the girls and guides permission to take non-sexual photographs during the trip - no topless girls, for example - and to release them to the press on their return. The world saw that we'd had the most amazing rafting trip imaginable. Shots of a canyon full of swooping girls and of our having fun with the Disneyesque menagerie were particularly commented on.

In an interview afterward, I said, "The Guardian Angel let its hair down during the trip. I'd almost suspect it of having fun, but I don't think that's correct. From the other angels' emails we know that Guardian Angels are single-minded, so I'm sure its motivation was deeper than mere fun. My guess is that it wants to prove its Goodness and that humanity should welcome its being on Earth. There are probably other reasons, but there's no way of knowing for sure because it never explains itself to anyone. I'm just glad that it decided to make my sister's friends so happy."

It had been done out of the public's sight, but the photos and interviews with the girls was another PR triumph. Not as mind blowing as the Sondarm event had been, but that was by my deliberate intent. I wanted the angel's flying people around to become less exciting, not more.

This would be an appropriate spot to mention that before the end of summer I did two more public meetings like the one at the Sondarm Christian School. One was at the fair grounds and open to all Benton Country residents, and the other was at a large church and was open to their flock and whoever else they wanted to invite. The latter was chosen to 'prove' the Guardian Angel and I weren't the Devil, demons, vampires, or God knows what else people had stupid superstitions about. Both appearances were just more of the usual crap so I won't bother describing them in detail. The Guardian Angel didn't offer to provide free rides for anyone, disappointing them terribly but very effectively making the point that the angel decides for itself what it will do.

The church visit needs to have a few comments made about it. I'd suggested it because I thought the angel's and my being able to enter a church might relieve some of the stupider Christians, but I'd utterly underestimated how many stupid Christians there are, and especially the depths of their stupidity, because my offer ignited them all over the country. It was accepted with alacrity, and the selected church was subject to a frenzy of blessings and consecrations like they were going out of style. Senior church bigwigs were flown in to mumble nonsense all around the church's grounds, in its doorway, up its aisle, all over its altar, and God knows where else. Apparently the local priest couldn't be trusted to mumble the nonsense himself.

A media pack was on hand and excitedly captured the amazing accomplishment of my walking through a doorway. The angel's ability to float through the same doorway was an even greater cause for celebration. Apparently we had somehow proved that neither of us was a creature from Hell. That belief was so mindlessly stupid for so many reasons that I'm horrified that anyone at all believed it, let alone that so many people did. It was a PR triumph of astonishing proportions - that it had any proportions at all was astonishing - and was even more successful than the Archangel Michael's Disneyesque scene with the birds and squirrels in the DC forest. I should explain what I mean by "successful": it probably emotionally affected fewer people than the Disneyesque scene, but it affected the people that were the most likely to cause me serious problems, such as coming after me with a gun or motivating others to do so. Given the response it got, I should have arranged it earlier, but who would have thought that people could be THAT stupid? I despair about humanity being a rational species at all.

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[[To be fair to the Christians, mostly because the novelty value of it amuses me, in buying into their fairy tale they get a totally unrealistic, dichotomous perspective on reality imposed on them. Running through all their mythology is Good versus Evil. Those two aspects are emphasized continually. The emphasis never stops and Christians are brainwashed into viewing the world that way. Good is, by definition, things they agree with, and everything else must be Evil because there is no other choice in a dichotomy. The Guardian Angel and I didn't appear to exactly fit the mythology that any Christians believed in, regardless of which sect they'd bought into, therefore there was a very real possibility that we were Evil. Evil is REALLY bad! Christians are told that over and over again. Creating and building fear is a large part of how the Christian churches manage their sheeple, so it was no wonder that so many Christians were very worried about the angel and me.

One of the consequences of separating reality into a dichotomy is that the two polar opposites can't be thought of as coexisting - pure light and utter darkness can't be in the same place. In reality people are naturally a mixture of good and bad, and which dominates and how much it dominates changes depending on mood, circumstance, and point of view, but that rational truth doesn't fit Christian mythology at all. The Guardian Angel and I were either Good or we were Evil. Because the two concepts can't coexist, our entering a Good church meant we couldn't be Evil. Given how much the Christians had been taught to fear Evil, that made them feel VERY relieved, hence all their excitement and celebration.

Theirs is a foolishly simple-minded and unrealistic perspective on reality which will clearly cause them to make many bad decisions about their lives, but it also makes them much easier for their churches to manage, which is fundamentally what it's all about. How the Good versus Evil dichotomy evolved seems so obvious to me that I can't understand how everyone can't see it: Humans have a compulsion to personalize things. We personalize machines, such as our cars or computers, often talking about them as if they have emotions. We personalize our pets, very often believing they have human emotions even when their actions are obviously instinctual. It's an easy extension to believe that what humans think of as good and bad behaviors are Good and Bad spirits which are causing non-human things to behave in the personalized ways we observe. Most human religions throughout history have been spiritualized. From what little I've bothered to learn, the Holy Ghost still is a spirit. The next extension is to embody spirits, making them into anthropomorphic gods. Whether Poseidon to explain the 'moods' of the sea, or The God and The Devil to personify Good and Evil.

The logically amusing thing is that having created such an extreme dichotomy, humans can't make sensible judgments about them anymore. I suspect that so many hundreds of thousands (it seems) of children were molested by priests, who got away with it for so long, because people and the Church were unable to grasp the concept that men who were representing Good were capable of doing an evil. That perspective disturbed people's religious views and need-for-certainty so much that they turned a blind eye to the abuses. Similarly, the action the US took against Osama bin Laden enlarged to include Saddam Hussein because the Government painted them both as Evil and the simpleminded public were unable to tell them apart, in large part because President Bush had trouble separating them emotionally; a failing of his that some of his advisors encouraged and took advantage of. A large proportion of the public still conflate bin Laden and Hussein. Making Goodness or Evilness the most significant defining characteristic of people means all their other differences become submerged and disappear, causing Christians to make many bad decisions. Sometimes to my advantage though, as my being able to walk through a doorway apparently proved I couldn't be Evil, therefore their simplistic little minds knew I must be Good.]]

I'll keep writing about parties, and later back up to fill in the other activities I'm jumping over.

The weekend after Donna's rafting trip was the costume party. Julia had planned it to be a BIG event. It wasn't written on the invitation, but it somehow got out that there would be quite a lot of wildness. Some wildness was the norm for our parties anyway, so if Julia was advertising it in advance then it was going to be a good one.

Nevaeh had come to our house quite often over the six weeks since God had given her to me, but mainly for private time with the three of us; occasionally including the girls who were her "new friends", the ones we were using to misdirect her parents. So those girls had seen Nevaeh naked, but no one else had, and very few people outside my families had seen her at all. Julia had done that deliberately so Nevaeh wouldn't be recognized at the costume party.

[By the way, Nevaeh had told her parents that she'd met Julia a few times because some of Nevaeh's new friends were also friends of Julia, and sometimes they all got together for a day's shopping around town or other such girly activities. That was to cautiously break the ice with Nevaeh's parents. After a few such 'accidental' encounters, Mr. and Mrs. Smith learned that their daughter and Julia were hitting it off because of their common interest in fashion. Her parents had got the impression - because Nevaeh had flat out lied to them because God approved of that if it was for Mark's benefit - that she had yet to meet me other than at the SCS event. We were going to break that ice very cautiously. Carol had come to the latest of these girly get-togethers, and Nevaeh had told her parents that Carol seemed to be a very nice girl.]

A couple of days before the party Julia led me outside to see Nevaeh newly shaved and dressed (so to speak) in her angel costume. Carol and Ava were off doing something else together so weren't here for this, but they'd been to some of Nevaeh's fittings so they knew all about it already. Julia had kept it secret from me until now, so I got a fantastic surprise. I gave Nevaeh a long and deeply sincere wolf-whistle, then exclaimed, "WOW, you're MIND-BLOWINGLY sexy, Nevaeh! Is that for the party, or are you intending to wear it in the pool?" (We were standing outside near the pool, the costume's wings being too high to wear it inside.) I spent a couple of minutes raving about the costume, and enthusiastically complimenting Nevaeh. Praising how she looked, her bravery, her sexiness, her understanding that sex is meant to be fun, and celebrating as many aspects of her personality that I could think of as having any relevance at all, plus a few other aspects just because I'd gotten carried away.

I'll start the costume's description at the bottom ... No, strike that, as it didn't have a bottom. I'll start with her boots. They were ABSURD! I'd swear they had 18-inch heels, which doesn't make sense because Nevaeh's feet would only be a third that length. The boots were made of dark blue leather. They were light-colored enough that they were unmistakably blue, so maybe I should've said "rich blue". I'm not a girl, so you'll have to forgive me (you'll never see that sentence anywhere else in this autobiography).

The boots rose to what I'll call "quarter-upper-thigh", stopping a little above her knees, at a level that was halfway to her mid-thigh (I'm sure there's a name for that length, but I'm still not a girl). From a couple of inches below the knees to the top of the boots, the shade of the boots reduced smoothly from rich blue to mid-blue. Above the top of the boots, on each leg, were three widely spaced bands of leather, similar to dog collars, but smooth, fairly thin, and reasonably tight on her legs. The bands just above the boots on each leg were colored one-third of the way from the color of the top of the boots toward white. The middle bands were two-thirds of the way to white, and the top bands on each leg were pure white. There was considerably more bare leg than band, which the bands drew attention to.

There was not the slightest attempt at panties; Nevaeh's hips, ass and pussy were totally bare, their bareness accentuated by the bands on the top of her legs. I'm not sure how her wearing bands on her legs made her torso seem even more naked, but it somehow did. No wonder clothing appeals to the female gender so much, because it doesn't obey the rules of logic.

The next piece of clothing was what looked like the bottom half of a very tight, white leather corset, giving Nevaeh a much-narrowed waist and rising to cover the first few ribs. There was no top half to that corset, just gloriously naked breasts. In addition to narrowing her waist and accentuating the nakedness of her sexual organs, the purpose of the corset was to provide the support for the frame that was mounted on Nevaeh's back. That was held in place between the top of corset and the strong head-and-neck piece (described below). The rear frame held two narrow, ten-foot high wings. They were pure leather, with no attempt to simulate feathers. They were tall, starting behind Nevaeh's knees rising to about five or six feet above her head, and about three feet wide at their widest points. There was a 'waist' about 40% of the way up the wings and the bases were wider than the tops to give a two-part effect seen on some butterflies. The corners were on a curve, making them look nothing like demon's or bat's wings. Definitely more butterfly-like, but unnaturally long and narrow for that. They were kind of familiar but unlike any other wing shape I'd ever seen, so somewhat unsettling too.

The bottom tips and the top third of each wing picked up a blue color again, going from white in the center of the wings and then progressing to the shade of the middle leg band at the tips of wings. The color was only around the wide edges of the ends of the wing; the center of the ends remaining white, giving the "color on the outside" look that many flower petals have.