I toss the costume back into the closet and shake my head. I'll check a costume shop after work tomorrow, but if I can't find anything then I guess The Office Temp will go out to meet her nemesis for the first time.
I really, really need to figure out a better name, though. I think I'll sleep on it.
At work, I spend my lunch break looking through the yellow pages for costume shops. You'd think it wouldn't be hard in a city like this, where supers are thick as flies on a dead body. You'd think that, but you'd be wrong. At Halloween, everyone goes to drug stores and department stores to pick up costumes that are only out through October, or makes their own. I don't really want a prepackaged costume anyway, because for women they only come in one design: sexy (or, depending on your perspective, slutty). Like the cat costume I had, a lot of them are form-fitting with lots of breast exposure. Not ideal for someone with a body like mine, or for fighting crime.