Trixie scrutinized her reflection in the mirror and decided that she liked what she saw. She and Tad, along with the rest of the Bob-Whites, were going to a big Halloween party. Never a fan of the sexy costumes that many women chose to wear, Trixie liked the pirate costume that Tad had suggested for her. It consisted of a sheer, billowing blouse and a pair of yoga pants. Over the blouse was a long, red, brocade vest with a big belt that cinched her waist. Trixie noted that the vest emphasized her generous chest and the yoga pants showed off her muscular legs. “At least I’m not showing everything I got,” she mumbled as she perched a jaunty hat with a feather on her mass of curls and covered one eye with a patch. “There! Ready to go.” she said as she left her room and waited for Tad to pick her up.

The Halloween party was a big bash, with spooky games, dancing, and bobbing for apples. After several spins around the dance floor, Trixie was ready for the challenge of apple bobbing, so she eagerly lined up for her turn. As she leaned over the big tub of water and apples, Trixie realized that her vest and belt were in her way. Slipping off the vest, Trixie handed it to Tad, who stood behind her, holding her curls in one hand and the vest in another. Trixie took a deep breath and eyed the apples that floated in front of her. Just as she lowered her head into the water, a sudden movement from behind caused her to fall forward into the tub, soaking her face and the front of her shirt. “Gleeps!” she sputtered as the water ran down her neck and front. She stood up and the room full of costumed partiers became silent. Puzzled, Trixie turned to face Tad, whose eyes widened at the sight of the drenched Trixie and the sheer blouse that, with the help of the water, had become totally transparent. He quickly pulled her vest on over the wet shirt and cinched the belt. “What’d you do that for?” Trixie asked. “My shirt's all wet and now the vest is going to get wet.”

“About that shirt,” whispered Tad. “All I can say is your headlights are showing.”

Trixie looked down at her front, where she clearly see her lacy bra and breasts through the sheer shirt. “Gleeps and more gleeps,” she gasped.

“Yes,” answered Tad. “And I’m afraid that this little wardrobe malfunction just traumatized your brothers for life.”

“Oh?” Trixie looked up at Tad.

“And Mangan, he better be careful or his smile will split his face in half.” Tad paused. “And we should probably get some smelling salts for Jim.”