A Halloween Hoodie story

This is the story of my first time going out dressed; it was halloween last year (2009). I figured i'd have less to worry about walking around dressed in a gothic tartan corset, spider-web mini-skirt, fencenet tights and about 10 armbands and bangles. It wasn't exactly brilliant but it was the excitement that spurred me on.

Of course i was scared of seeing someone i knew, like a neighbour or a friend, but it was about 22:00ish, so i figured it was dark enough and late enough to avoid those kinds of people.

It was a lovely feeling as i stepped outside, the wind rushing against my almost-bare legs and right up my skirt (it didn't have far to go!!). I thought for a moment of going back inside and inserting a butt-plug, but i thought it might be a bit too uncomfy to walk around with.

I walked around the block and overall it was VERY dissapointing, initial thrills out the way, the walk was uneventful and of the few people i passed, none looked at me twice. Yes, it got to the point where i actually wanted someone to realise I was wearing a dress!
I decided to walk up the other road and towards our local park, taking the usually busy road, I really don't know why, hoping to see some old man and shock him to death, probably.
The roads were quiet and i crossed with no problems and made my way to the park gate, where i promptly heard a lot of shouting and swearing.
Oh great, i thought, just my luck to get seen by a bunch of hoodies or druggies and get my head kicked-in. I turned back and walked along the path, looking through the bars of the encircling gate to get a better look at them while heading to the bus stop.
I could hear them as i travelled further along, but the bushes and trees hindered my view, until they suddenly came into view as i passed under a street light. Five of them, all with their hoods pulled up and smoking, jeans defying gravity around their knees and laughing at some stupid joke.
One of them looked straight at me, good looking chap i guess, even though he was probably only sixteen, and like a pack of animals they all looked round and stared right at me; lit up like a christmas angel under the light.