Not everyone dressed up for the party -- in fact, very few people did -- but there was a contest for the best outfit. I thought I was pretty much guaranteed to win, and I began to rub it in my competitors faces.
“Really, Yukiko? You think that’s going to give you any chance for a win?” I asked, noting that she seemed to be wearing little more than a mask and a hat.
I was unprepared for the deep, male voice coming from her mouth. “I actually think my odds are pretty good.”
I didn’t recognize the voice, but it wasn’t Yukiko’s! I was beginning to think my victory wasn’t quite so secure, but I also knew as long as this guy didn’t open his mouth, I might still have a shot, as people would just assume he was a woman instead of just being dressed up as one...
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