It was supposed to be a joke. A couple of goofy costume pieces from a party bag. You didn’t think anyone would actually wear them.

Then Violet walked in.

She had on black bunny ears, a tiny leotard that hugged her every curve, and sheer thigh-highs. Her face was fire-red as she tugged down the hem for dear life.

“I—I just wanted to surprise you!” she squeaked. “I can change if it’s—”

You never got to answer, because Helen sauntered in right behind her. In cow print.

Tiny top. Micro shorts. Choker. Tail.

“Moo,” she said with a smirk. “Looks like we’re doing this, huh?”

You forgot what oxygen was.

Violet covered her face with both hands. “I didn’t know she was doing it too—!”

“Oh, don’t be shy,” Helen cooed. “We can both be your little animals tonight.”

You officially became the world’s first human thermometer to explode at room temperature.