Irritated and frustrated, Milo tore through his closet like a whirlwind - seizing outfits and throwing them aside as if they were trash. His father was waiting for him outside his bedroom door.
"I can't believe you just dumped this party on me!" he whined.
"If we'd have given you any warning, you would have found a way out of it," Mordecai called back. "We simply weren't going to take that chance. We're worried about you, Milo. You need to start spending time with other people, not just books and statistics."
"And you thought a big celebration would be the best way to ease me into it?"
"It's not that big. Just your family and a couple of Miranda's friends. The Van Halen siblings. Marnix and Zara. You remember them, don't you?"
Milo stopped for a moment.
Yes... he did remember them. He'd first met them in his early teens, when Miranda had brought them over for a band rehearsal. Marnix had been a bit aloof - more interested in music than the Miskin clan, no doubt - but he seemed OK. Zara, however, was far more friendly: always saying hello and taking the time to chat to him. Milo was aware that she was transgender, and currently transitioning - Miranda had recently mentioned her being in hospital, suggesting she'd had surgery of some sort - but this wasn't something he had an issue with. To him, Zara simply was, in every way, a lovely young lady: kind, charming... and, he had to admit, rather pretty.
Sighing, he continued to search through his closet - now doing so calmly and with more care.
"I suppose I'll be OK if that's everyone who's coming," he admitted. "But, all the same, I could have used some time to prepare. I don't even have a costume!"
"Sure you do," Mordecai answered. "Just take off your human disguise. Show your alien side. No-one will know any different, will they?"
That was a point. Content, Milo allowed his human exterior to dissolve, and stepped out onto the corridor as his alien self.
He was greeted by a heavy-breathing figure, clad in black robes and a helmet.
"Milo, I am your father."
"Seriously, Dad? Not funny."
A couple of hours later, the party was in full swing. Rosie, who had been allowed to play outside for a little while longer than usual as a special treat, was now tucked up in her bed, safe and sound in Dreamland and unlikely to disrupt the proceedings.
Lily, who had become a Roman centurion for the night, fluttered back and forth amongst the guests, offering refreshments and checking up on everyone in the classic motherly way.
Captain Marnix, scourge of the seven seas, found himself in the back room, chatting and getting close to an intergalactic princess.
His sister, meanwhile - donning a bright pink dress and beautiful fairy wings - had headed towards the living room to fetch herself a drink from the refreshment table. As she entered, she noticed Milo was in here too - having sought out a glass of punch for himself. He couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated about his father's and sister's themed attire. The least they could have done was get him a lightsaber.
"Getting a bit much for you, is it?" Zara asked him kindly.
"What? Oh, no," Milo told her. "I just wanted a drink, that's all."
"That's good. I was going to say - it's nice to see you socialising again."
"To be honest... I'm enjoying it," he confessed cheerfully. "It's a lot more fun than I thought it would be."
"Listen," Zara said, "I know that whole business with Scarlett knocked you for six, but honestly - don't let the things that bitch did ruin your life. Some people in this world just like causing chaos and hurting others for the sheer sake of it. And I should know: she and her little clique weren't exactly the welcome party when I decided to become my true self."
"She... hurt you too?"
"Absolutely. And she wasn't the only one. But I soon learned that you don't let those people get to you. No matter what they might think, Zara is who I am... who I have always been. They were wrong about me - and they were wrong about you, too."
"You... you really think so?"
"You're not a "weirdo" or a "swot", or any other of the nasty things she called you. You are a kind, intelligent, hard-working man... and they're getting harder to find these days. You should be proud of yourself."
Milo blushed - a blue tint illuminating his purple face.
"And I know something else," Zara added. "You're not wearing a costume."
Milo gasped, shocked.
"How did you -"
"Miranda," Zara explained. "She told me around the same time I told her about my plans to transition. I've known for years. Look, don't be mad at her. Strictly speaking, she only said that she was an alien... but with you being her twin brother, it wasn't that hard to make a link."
"And... and you're OK with that?"
"Sure. Would I be here if I wasn't? And, you're OK with me becoming Zara, right?"
"Then there's no problems here."
As Milo breathed a sigh if relief, Zara spotted the stereo on the side table.
"I think we could use a little music," she said. "What do you say, Milo? Fancy cutting a rug with me?"
"Dancing? Oh, no - I'm not very good at that sort of thing..."
"No-one's saying you have to be. Come on. It'll be fun."
"All right. You've got me. Let's do it."
As Zara turned up the music, she let rhythm rule her body, shaking and shimmering to and fro. Milo, encouraged by his companion, let loose himself - moving around in whichever way he felt fit.
After boogie-ing apart for a song or two, Zara playfully grabbed hold of Milo, pulling him towards her, and he stumbled forward into her waiting arms. Giggling, Zara embraced him tightly, gently swaying him and herself to the soft, slow beat.
"Oh, yes, Milo," Zara whispered flirtatiously. "Scarlett was definitely wrong about you. Ever since high school, from the moment I met you... I've always thought you were very handsome."
"The bitch was wrong about you, too," Milo replied. "You are exactly who you are meant to be, Zara. You are loving, joyful... and very beautiful."
Nothing more needed to be said. Without a word, Milo and Zara looked into one another's eyes, and shared their first kiss.
They didn't stop there.
Within minutes, the pair had rushed upstairs - their lips still locked lustfully, their hands feverishly brushing and stroking one another. Bursting into Milo's bedroom, Zara threw herself against his closet door - pulling her alien beau back up to her and continuing their passionate embrace.
Soon, Zara had to break away from her new lover's lips simply to breathe. Mischievously, she slid open the closet and stepped inside... reaching back and taking hold of Milo's hand invitingly.
"Come on, Milo," she pleaded. "I need you. I want you. Don't you want me, too?"
After a millisecond's consideration, Milo nodded. He wanted her more than anything. Playfully, he pushed Zara into the closet, kissing her once again... and slid the door shut behind him.
Downstairs, the party was slowly drawing to a close. Marnix and Miranda, having tired of their outfits, had changed back into their normal clothes, whilst Mordecai and Lily had gone up to bed. With Marnix about to head home for the night, Miranda decided to see him out.
"Have you seen my sister anywhere?" Marnix asked, looking around. "It's getting late. We really should go."
"She's probably with Milo," Miranda replied. "Don't worry. If the worst comes to the worst, she can just crash here for the night. My folks won't mind."
"Tell them I said thanks," Marnix added as a sudden afterthought. "For the party. I had a great time."
"I will," Miranda answered. "And yes - me too. I know Zara's my best friend, but, you know what? It was nice having some time alone with you."
"Yes," Marnix told her. "I couldn't agree more."
Smiling, he leaned forward. Miranda did likewise. Then, just like their siblings, the pair shared a kiss.
Their first romantic encounter, however, was to finish there... even if their feelings did not.
"I'll... I'll see you later," Marnix said. "Tomorrow, maybe. I could bring my guitar round - have a jam session with you?"
"Sure, Marnix. That - that sounds great."
"Awesome. See you then."
He headed off into the night, looking back for a moment to wave goodbye. Touching her lips with her fingertips - still in awe, and with Marnix's sweet softness still resting upon them - Miranda waved back, then went back inside.
Back in an upstairs bedroom, two hot, exhausted young people tumbled together out of the closet - smoothing down their clothes and gasping for air. Milo and Zara looked at one another, having utterly enjoyed what they had just done... but both lacking any idea of what should happen next.
A heavy silence hung in the air.
"I... I guess I should be going," Zara finally said, after what felt like an eternity. "Marnix will be wondering where I am. He's always looked out for me - like a good big brother should, I guess. I don't want him to worry."
"Of course not," Milo told her. "I understand."
Another awkward pause.
"I... I had fun tonight," Milo added.
"Yes - me too," Zara replied. "You... you should call me sometime."
"Oh, yes," Milo said. "Yes, definitely."
"Well... I'd best go."
After sharing one more quick kiss with Milo, Zara scurried into the corridor and down the stairs in search of Marnix - whilst the young doctor, overwhelmed by everything that had happened that night, collapsed onto his bed: exhausted, but feeling like a million simoleons.
From then on, Milo Miskin was a changed man.
His colleagues at the hospital spotted a difference straight away. His social confidence had skyrocketed. Instead of shutting himself away in an office to work, Milo started to chat to them at breaktimes - even suggesting that they should go out for drinks after work now and again. They didn't know what had happened to him - but whatever it was, it had done him the world of good.
One morning, about three months after the party, Milo was heading down to the hospital coffee shop for drinks and a chat with some of his fellow doctors. As he strolled through the waiting room, he stopped dead in his tracks upon spotting a familiar face.
The pink-haired lady looked up as she heard her name being called.
"Milo!" she said. "What are you doing here? I thought you worked in the cardiac unit?"
"I do," Milo answered. "I'm just on my way to meet someone. But, the real question is - what are you doing here?"
"It's... it's complicated. I've... I've been for some tests..."
"Oh my God... you're not ill, are you?"
"No, no, it's nothing bad. Look - I'm actually glad I've seen you. I think you'd better sit down."
Milo sat beside her on the bench obediently.
"So - what is it?" he asked.
"It's... it's strange," Zara told him. "The doctors aren't sure how it's even possible. I mean, I know I've had surgery and things - on the outside - but this... well, it's nothing short of a miracle."
Zara looked up at him, and swallowed nervously.
"Milo... I'm pregnant. And they're yours."
Milo's jaw dropped down by a mile.
"Pregnant?" he whispered, stunned.
"Yes. They've done all sorts of tests - all positive. Like I said... I don't know how this could have happened."
Milo leaned closer to her, striving to not be overheard.
"Alien genetics," he explained. "They work in funny ways. My father could tell you all about it."
"But... but you're adopted, aren't you?" Zara replied. "At least, I figured it had to be something like that, since Mordecai and Lily are both human -"
"Oh no," Milo told her. "Miranda and I are Miskins by blood. But it's a long story."
"Well, never mind that now," Zara said, hurriedly. "For the moment, all I want to know is one thing."
She took hold of his hand, grasping it tightly.
"You... you'll support me through this, won't you?" she asked, desperately. "You won't just cast me aside?"
Smiling, Milo shook his head, and slipped an arm around Zara's shoulders.
"No, Zara," he told her tenderly. "I would never do that. I'll be here for you. I promise."
He kissed her cheek, lovingly... then pulled away as he suddenly realised something.
"Wait," he cried. "Did you just say 'they' are mine?"
"I've been for scans," she answered. "It's triplets."
Overjoyed, Milo burst into laughter, threw his arms around Zara, and kissed her again.
A unique and special pregnancy created by two unique and special individuals. What could be more fitting than that?
"Star Wars" and all related characters and media remain the property of LucasArts and all other respective copyright holders. As the outfits are simply included in The Sims 4, it was too funny an opportunity to pass up in this chapter, especially given Milo's origins!