Cosplay

A strange, warped excitement filled my heart with a beautiful tension as I flicked through Heather’s cosplay collection. I’d never admitted it to my flatmates, or any of my acquaintances, but secretly I loved cosplay. If someone had ever looked through my Instagram explore page, they might have seen a few too many pictures of beautiful cosplayers dressed up in crazy outfits from anime and games. I was hardly unique, and I was sure anyone would easily be able to write that off as just another horny guy fantasizing over gorgeous women in skimpy outfits. In my case though, it was a little more than just that…

It hadn’t always been this way. Memories rose to my mind of me in my mid-teens, complaining about cosplayers to a friend. Hatefully spitting out and whining on about how they were all mentally ill, how it wasn’t right for them to be acting so slutty, basking in all that attention. How they were definitely awful people. A few years of sorting my own head out had revealed the real drive behind those feelings.

Jealousy.

I was jealous of those cosplay girls. Jealous of all the fun they were having, all the attention and love they received. Jealous that they got to wear such amazing clothes, got to become those characters, got to be as close to living anime girls as was ever possible, but even better because they were real, living people, infinitely deeper than a mere character could ever be.

Maybe I was the one who was mentally ill, thinking all that. Being so jealous of those girls…

But now…

An embarrassed, excited smile rose on plump, gloss coated lips as I flicked through the collection. Now I didn’t have to fantasize, to be jealous, to wonder, almost desperately, how it would feel to wear these clothes. I had a room full of them, all sorts of contact lenses and wigs, specialty make-up, and custom outfits of the highest quality, a world away from the cheap ones you’d find online.

Even more than just that, now I had the body to properly enjoy the clothes. I skipped happily over to one of the many full length mirrors in the room, letting Heather’s smooth silk robe slip down her soft skin and reveal the body I was snugly wrapped up tight in. Seeing such a hot, womanly shape and knowing that was all me now caused my breath to hitch a little in my throat, a feeling of euphoria almost overwhelming me.

I can’t wait anymore, I have to see what I’d look like all dressed up!

Spinning around, my long pink hair flying with the motion, I flew back to the racks.

There’s so many good choices…

Heather knew exactly what her audience liked, and I could see she had all sorts of cosplays, from popular seasonal anime girls, to beloved classics, and she even had vtuber cosplays. I gulped as I held Yor Forger's assassin dress, running my fingers over its silky material, before picking up Misato’s dress, which she had in a tight black leather material.

They’re all so tempting…

My hands found a cosplay of Fauna from Hololive, admiring the details, before my eyes landed on one that had my heartbeat rushing higher with anticipation.

Oh my God… I think this should be the one.

Catching the light, gleaming a little with its tight, wet look material, sat Zero-Two’s plugsuit. The material felt so slick in my hands as I held it, my pupils dilating just a little with forbidden enthusiasm.

This would be so tight to wear… hugging every curve. My whole body being shown off, wrapped up tight in its latex material. It’s the kind of thing I’ve always secretly dreamed of wearing, craving knowing how it felt, such a scandalous outfit. So sexy, and yet so powerful… I could never wear something like this before, I’d never even have the confidence to order it, and knowing how I didn’t have the right body at all to show it off would be so disappointing. But now…

Looking at it closely, I knew it had to be the first cosplay I tried. I bit my lip in excitement, as a “problem” immediately came to mind.

The material will be so tight, I won’t be able to wear anything underneath… wearing underwear will be too obvious. I’m going to have to be totally naked inside this suit…

I shivered a little, the thought of only having skin-tight, wet-look latex separating me from full nudity making me so hot and wet just thinking about it.

Well… I should at least try to do something to stay modest.

Heather was no stranger to cosplays like this, and from her stash I recovered some special nipple covering bandages.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view…”

My voice sounded so wistful, breathy and feminine, as I looked at those soft, milky white tits from above, before sticking the tape to my pink nipples.

From how easily I’m going to get turned on dressed like this, I’m going to need something to stop people from seeing my nipples get hard.

I couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed, pleasured little giggle as I thought about it, before I pulled the zipper down the back of the latex suit. It seemed to be excellently made, small, high quality and discreet, so that it would provide the benefits of helping the wearer get inside but then appear near non-existent once it was pulled up.

Sitting down on one of the soft, leather topped benches kept in her cosplay room likely for this exact purpose, I swung my legs into the suit, letting them fill the material.

It’s kinda like putting on a skinsuit…

I smiled at the thought, figuring I had quite a bit of experience getting dressed this way now. Still though the material felt a little different. I examined the sensations as I stood, pulling it up my thighs, feeling it grip against my skin. It was tight, but in a pleasant way, a little like getting hugged from all around. It was very light though too, and from Heather’s memories I knew outfits like this would really start to feel like a second skin when they were fully put on.

A pervy, narcissistic pride sparked in my heart as I struggled just a little getting the suit over Heather’s ass, her wide hips and utterly womanly shape becoming emphasized and outlined by the outfit even while my heart soared knowing this was my skin now.

Soon I was pulling the arms up, sliding my fingers into the suits and enjoying the tight feeling in the skin between each knuckle, before pulling the chest close to my bust, feeling the constriction on my boobs.

“Mhmm…”

I couldn’t help but moan a little, the tactile feeling of the cool latex on my bare breasts being so satisfying, and totally scratching that forbidden desire to feel what only women can.

“Now I just have to zip myself in.”

I reached back, finding the zipper just above my tailbone. It was a little more difficult than just doing it with my bare hands, the slight loss in dexterity from having my fingertips covered making it just slightly tougher, before I pulled the zip up. It was a little awkward as I fumbled with it, pulling it up slightly and then re-positioning my arms over my shoulders trying to do it. In the end, I got the zip quite far up, but ultimately couldn’t fully zip myself in, leaving it only two thirds up my back.

“Hmpfff…”

Pouting and rolling my eyes, I figured I’d just ask Rachel to help me get zipped up the rest of the way. Heather’s stolen memories filled in the blanks as I recovered a pair of red heels she’d had custom made to match the footwear the character used, sliding into them and standing, nearly every inch from the neck down looking like Zero Two.

I tried to slow my heartbeat, elation starting like a rocket in my heart, only just managing to contain my feelings of wild excitement until I was fully done. I strutted over to the make-up table, it’s professional quality spread sitting open with it’s large mirrors and specially arranged lights. It was impossible not to be impressed at Heather’s set-up, the array of products and the careful, skillful organization. Plundering her experience too, an evil grin came onto me as I got to work, using over a decade of cosmetics skills to enhance an already gorgeous face.

Mhmm, knowing how to do this, using so much experience to effortlessly make something so difficult so easy, when the reality is I’ve never even touched cosmetics before coming to college, it’s all so amazing. I really like having your talents, Heather~”

Finishing my eye-shadow to gain Zero-Two’s distinctive look, and rubbing my lips together to spread the gloss evenly, I got to work on my hair.

“It’s so handy ‘my’ hair is already the right color and length, and now I just need to style it right. Thanks for setting things up so well for me, Heather~! Hehe…”

More stolen skills made short work of styling my hair, before I stood and went to the mirror to take in the full effect.

Omg…

The woman reflected back at me was every inch Zero-Two, but older and with a more developed body. She looked like an anime wet dream brought to life, plump, succulent thighs and an ass to kill for highlighted in the slick, red latex, as her breasts stretched against the material in a way that felt weirdly comfortable even as it made her so sexy. Her hair and make-up was flawless, lips catching the light, their pink glossy surface drawing the gaze, as the expertly applied red-eyeshadow look made the green contact lenses I was wearing enhance her eyes and provide a captivating appeal.

Crazy to think… that woman is me…

“Mhmmm!!”

I moaned a little before squealing with excitement, squeezing my body and hearing a slight squeak as the latex rubbed against itself, ultra-smooth material hugging my soft skin in a way that was way too enjoyable. That wild, affected euphoria I’d been trying to keep controlled burst out into my head, so much serotonin and dopamine waterfalling into my body it almost reminded me of how it’d felt taking **** at the rave.

I began posing, showing off my ass, giving an intense stare as I flashed “fuck me” eyes, basking in the glory of being wrapped up in such a scandalous, seductive outfit, and the cosplay on top was pretty sexy too.