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Who am I kidding? Of course I should.

Even from here, I could see “Gareth” gasp again, the vibrator once again punishing Rachel’s slutty little pussy even wrapped inside his utterly male form. I tried to keep my smile coy and affected, although I wasn’t sure I was entirely succeeding. At least some of the depraved pleasure I felt must have been showing.

I was vaguely aware of the other cosplayers answering questions, the fans paying them more attention as they did so. I didn’t mind; I’d been loving the spotlight, but right now I’d happily let it take a backseat to my erotic teasing of Rachel.

After all, isn’t this the perfect payback for how you used the vibrator on me during the meet and greet~?

I could feel so much satisfaction building up inside me, as I pressed the button. It was like waves of power were radiating from me, connecting me to Rachel, even as I loomed above her on the raised podium. Seeing Gareth squirm a little like that, desperately trying not to indicate even slightly what was happening, it was almost like for a minute I could see “behind the curtain”. Like I could see the slender, pale goth girl body underneath the blonde guy she was wrapped up in, while on stage sat me, the guy masquerading in the skin of the beautiful cosplay chick.

There’s so many layers to this… normally the guy would be teasing the girl with a vibrator in public, already such a kinky scene… but it’s taken so much further by me looking like the woman to everyone else, while Rachel looks like the man. Ummfff, I’m really becoming such a deviant.

I turned it up a notch, to the max settings, and noticed Gareth only barely suppress a nearly uncontrollable buck before doubling over. Now he was attracting concerned stares from the people around him, and he stood very shaky legs as he began to shuffle away. I noticed he kept a pamphlet covering his crotch as he did.

Did I… make him cum his pants?

“Fufufufu….”

I couldn’t resist my own little mischievous giggle, as I covered my mouth. I found myself licking my lips, somehow the feeling of power, of lewd dominance, making me feel so horny myself.

I still haven’t let Rachel fuck me in this body yet… I think she’s earned it, for being my experimental little Guinea pig. Plus, I know she’s curious about how sex feels while wearing a man’s body.

I let myself relax as I let the rest of the question panel pass by, enjoying answering the questions of Heather’s fans as if I was the real girl. I found myself really getting into it, excitedly talking about games I might be playing soon on stream, or characters I was interested in releasing photosets for. Somewhere along the line I noticed how easily I was answering, how fluidly I’d slipped into Heather’s role, and I couldn’t help but feel like her life was somehow fitting for me.

I’m so comfortable as her… it’s really fun being a cosplay girl. Is it wrong how much I’m enjoying life in Heather’s skin? Would it be bad to want to spend more time inside her…?

They say time flies when you’re having fun, and it definitely did in this question panel. As the curtain closed and other cosplayers began wandering off to have fun at the convention, Liz turned to me.

“Hey, Heather… if you don’t mind, could I hang out with you for a while? It’s just, you seem like such a cool girl, and I’d really like to get to know you better!”

Her eyes almost seemed to sparkle a little, her enthusiasm practically contagious. I wasn’t sure if it was the cute, affected way she asked, or if I was just weak to pretty girls (and it was probably both), but I found myself agreeing.

“Sure thing, Liz! I’m always happy to look after my cute kouhai.”

I stuck my tongue out affectionately, Heather’s personality loving my fun little weeb reference and releasing a juicy dopamine hit in return. My fingers intertwined with hers as I pulled her along, leading her on the hunt for Gareth.

As we walked, Liz gushed about different cosplays she loved, and I found us discussing anime that we’d enjoyed too. Although I didn’t have any merchandise, or any outward indication in my average life (As I’d not brought any of it to Uni, in the hopes of appearing “normal”) the truth was I was a bit of a weeb too. Talking with a pretty cosplay girl about anime, seeing her so happy and enthusiastic, and loving being around me, made my heart melt a little.

If only my 16 year old self could see me now…

The cute way Liz smiled as she talked about what she was passionate about, the sparkle in her eye that made her seem so animated. At the risk of sounding fetishistic, her pretty Chinese features only increased how attractive she was to me, although I did feel a little shameful for being a guy who liked both anime and Asian women.

So cliched… oh well, I guess I can feel better about it by acknowledging there’s no race of women I’m not attracted to.

Eh… I guess being universally horny really is the most progressive way a man can live his life after all.

“Hey, so. Uhm, who are you looking for?”

Liz’s question snapped me out of my strange contemplation, as I snapped back to reality and turned to her.

“Huh?”

“Who are you looking for? It’s just, all this time we’ve been talking and wandering around the con, it’s like you’ve been looking for someone.”

“Oh. Oh! Right, yeah, of course. Sorry, I should have mentioned. I’m looking for the guy I came here with. Gareth’s his name, he’s really cool, you’ll see!”

“Oh… you came here with a guy…”

I glanced around, still scanning the crowd for Gareth, although even in my distracted state I could still here the disappointment in Liz’s voice.

She sounds so downcast about that… maybe she thinks he’s my boyfriend? And if she’s upset that I’d have a boyfriend, maybe she’s into girls~

Liz was wearing her heart on her sleeve, or more accurately, her face, a saddened gloom affecting her features. It only served to give more credence to my suspicions, as internally “Alex” kicked a bucket in frustration that he didn’t have a chance with her.

He he he… well, maybe I don’t have a chance with her as myself, but I’m not exactly Alex anymore, am I?

I only had to focus on my body, make the conscious decision to acknowledge all the feelings from my tight latex bodysuit and the way it hugged my explicitly feminine curves, to be reminded of how far I’d come from my original bland male body.

Strange how natural it feels in here though… I had to really think about all the differences there. I guess if I don’t make an effort to really think about it, this body almost feels like the one I’ve had my whole life. Like being in Heather’s body is somehow more “right” than being Alex ever was.

I decided to just chalk it up to the amazingly comprehensive skinwalker abilities to avoid asking any deeper questions there, before I turned and tried to explain to Liz.

“Oh, I mean, he’s not my boyfriend or anything! We’re just close friends is all!”

Liz seemed to brighten up a little bit at that, and I couldn’t help but think if she really was a lesbian she must have been unfortunately well acquainted with crushing on eternally unavailable straight girls.

Still though, thinking about the relationship status I had with “Gareth”, it was beyond complicated. At the surface level (literally) Gareth and Heather had been sleeping together, although they weren’t in any way official. They weren’t even necessarily established friends with benefits, just a guy and a girl who were friends and had started having sex with one another. Maybe that already made them friends with benefits?

I shrugged. Modern romance was so messy.

Under the skin again, was Rachel and I. She'd asked me to be her girlfriend, which was a little confusing already since I was a guy (Though, thinking of myself as her girlfriend seemed so much hotter for some reason...) I'd given her (him?) a blowjob, worn her skin, and had sex AS her, even if I hadn’t had sex with her yet. It wasn’t like there was a precedent on what any of that meant compared to any "normal" relationship.

Adding yet another level of confusion was the relationship between Rachel and Heather. They were best friends, yet when I’d made a move on Heather as Rachel she’d seemed more than keen to kiss me, and then to have sex with me in public. I knew Heather could be an impulsive girl, but that was just ridiculous. Just as quickly, Rachel had had no qualms about receiving a blowjob from her female best friend, so evidently didn’t think it was strange to dive straight into lewd sex acts with Heather. Truly, the sapphic undertones between Rachel and Heather could hardly be more obvious.

Trying to shake myself out of the "relationship-ception" situation between the layered skins and roles Rachel and I were wrapped in, I tried to bring the conversation back to my search.

“I think you’ll get along with him though if we meet him! I just want to find him as I noticed him leave the question panel in a bit of a hurry.”

“Oh, I hope he’s okay?”

“Mhmm, I think he must be more than okay.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Oh, actually…”

I squinted a little, seeming to make him out as he came out from the toilets, in a very different outfit than he’d been wearing before.