It had been 30 days of living a lie. 4 long weeks of being somebody I wasn't. Finally the day had come; this afternoon I would find out if it was worth it or not. I, as Ann Weying, was going to get my chance and become host to Spiderman's alien costume.
I had taken full advantage of the time I had had and planned ahead. there would be no Eddie to steal the symbiote away; a fake letter asking him to meet me somewhere assured me of that. I had also devised a cover for my sitting in the church all day. I was going to act like a "woman in mourning", complete with
veiled hat, large coat and all black outfit. This disguise would not only give me a rason to be hanging out in the church, but would also allow me to be totally nude underneath. I had always thought that wearing undergarments while being linked to an alien costume was a rather pointless thing to do; the symbiote could make you underwear and if you're wearing it your dna itself is joined to the alien... so worrying about something as trivial as your private "areas" just didn't make much sense. What I planned on saying to the costume before offering myself to it was also something I went over with supreme dilligence. I didn't want to be overzealous in my tone to it, for doing so may have pushed it away. Instead, I worked out a kind of checklist of things to go over that culminated with me
getting nude in front of it. Between the speech, my "birthday suit" surprise and my obvious abundance of emotion I was certain I was going to succeed.
I arrived at the "Our Lady of Saints" church in lower Manhattan in the mid afternoon in my mourning attire. I found a seat way in the back and began to sob. Just as I had expected, the resident priest inquired about whom I was in mourning over. I got a kick telling him my significant "other" was going through a rough time.
After he had said his piece and retreated to his confessional, I began to intently gaze around. I was looking for a door that would lead me up to the belltower and soon found one near the front of the church that would have suited that purpose. I soon felt an exhilirating rush as I quietly tiptoed to the door, opened it, and saw stairs leading up. I quietly closed the door behind me and soon realized it was going to be a long climb.
I started up and began to discard my little outfit as I did so. The hat, gloves and glasses were the first things to go. The shoes went next followed by the stalkings. With only my large overcoat covering my nakedness, and my purse in tow, I continued upwards towards my proverbial date with destiny. The old belltower was drafty... so much so that time and time again it would find its way to my unclothed body causing me to shiver. My nipples grew fairly hard as the cold wind and thoughts of the costume on them swirled in my head. The stairs creaked alot as well, causing me to look down now and then to see if the priest had heard my ascent. Luckily he hadn't, though,
because before I knew it I was at the top. The layout was just what I thought it would be. At the top of the
flight of stairs I had just carried was a small loft that was being used for storage. From the loft there was another flight of stairs that led up to the actual
bells. There was going to be no problem concerning me sitting just out of sight at the top of the first flight of stairs until the right moment came along. The bells began to gong almost immediately after I began to rise up the stairs leading to the very top. The noise was so loud and deafening I nearly fainted from it. I counted the rings; it was 4 p.m. I knew that I had awhile to wait so I sat down on the top stair in the stairwell and began to pass the time.
