A smidge too late for Halloween. I could've gone as one of The Craft.
Here's the packet for reference:
I am feeling neither hot nor red. Instead of a glossy metallic sheen I look like I belong in the era of hair metal. What did we learn, asides from the old 'don't judge a book by its cover' chesnut? TO FEAR CHANGE. The scariest Halloween costume of all! I don't know how that would work but I may do that next year. If I don't go as a man in retaliation to men who think dressing up as a woman constitutes a terrifying sight and an original concept. Having seen what sexist remarks have done for Stephen Fry this week, I will leave that one there.