Go to the "after dark" section

It didn’t take long for me to decide. Seeing Liz’s pretty face as she invited us, and the idea of keeping our cosplay related shenanigans going a little longer, was just too perfect to turn up.

Not to mention, we’ll still have plenty of time for sex after…

I turned to Gareth with a pout, plump glossy bottom lip stuck out in a look that was as endearing as it was shamelessly manipulative.

“Please can we go to the after dark section…?”

He just rolled his eyes with a performative:

“Okayyy, fine.”

Even with that maudlin little show, I could tell he was excited too. Even though it wasn’t as flashy as my transformation, going from a bland guy to a hot latex bodysuit clad female cosplayer, I could tell Rachel was still enjoying herself. Guys had fewer expectations on them, fewer unwanted opinions and impressions thrust upon their character.

Just as I was loving the attention, the horny looks from men and sometimes jealous, bitchy ones from women around me, I figured for Rachel it must be refreshing to be freed from all that pressure for a little while. Wearing that ahegao outfit, so stupid and silly, yet not being judged in the same light as a girl might for wearing it must be an interesting change of pace. In essence, she was free to act sloppy or shameless and have much less judgement that she might normally, and there was a freedom in that.

Not to mention, from the way she’s been getting hard around me, she’s really enjoying the powerful rush of having a cock. I guess after not having one all her life, pleasure like that becomes such a potent, unfamiliar thrill. Who knew that crossing the gender barrier would be so extremely stimulating for both of us…?

“Nice, you won’t regret it! C’mon!”

It seemed like hearing our affirmative got Liz excited, her she reached out and took our hands, guiding us along.

I wonder what kind of adventures we’re going to get into tonight…?

I had to admit, I was a little surprised at just how well done the “after dark” area really was. An entire temporary street had been constructed, made to resemble a hodgepodge mix of Japanese aesthetics. The side we’d entered on featured traditional buildings, those sliding doors with wood and paper and the low tables people sat around on the floor. Those doors were open now, crowds of cosplayers and ordinary people clustered around tables drinking and laughing together.

Criss-crossing the sky were paper lanterns suspended on wires, while stars peaked through in the sky above. My eyes followed them, seeing them terminate at the other end of the street, one that had been created as a homage to an entirely different stereotype of Japan.

This one looked pulled straight out of a Tokyo tourist poster, the kind of thing that had provided a rich seam of inspiration for cyberpunk aficionados to mine for decades. Neon signs splattered up the walls, their constellations lighting the entrances to more nightclub and dance themed entertainment establishments.

“Oh my God, what the hell…?”

Liz just laughed at my stunned expression and hushed tones.

“I know, I know! It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

I could hear the equally astonished tone of Gareth’s voice next time me.

“How… how did they do all this just for this convention?”

“Apparently this city has a lot of super rich kids living in it, and since more and more of them having been getting into anime and games this con has started punching well above its weight earnings wise every year. Making so much, they really pull out all the stops when it comes to putting on a show. It’s my first year here, but I heard from some of the other cosplayers that it’s been growing like crazy.”

As we walked to a table in one of the bars, I couldn’t help but take in the atmosphere all around us. Liz was more than right when she’d called it amazing; and seeing it in all it’s glory had more than sealed the deal that we’d made the right decision coming here.

Not to mention, I have a feeling something might happen with Liz as the night goes on…

“Ufufufu…”

I tried to stifle my evil, scheming laugh, before I turned to the others with a smile.

“I’ll get the first round!”

They cheered in an exaggerated fashion as I just rolled my eyes and laughed, making my way to the bar.

Ah, damn… looks like there might be a bit of a wait.

This was something I was more than familiar with. At this earlier part of the night, more than a few people were clustered around the bar, waiting to be served and get their buzz going. Usually, this meant a long wait before the bartender would pay me any attention.

“At least it’s fun seeing so many of them dressed up in cosplay…”

I started mingling with the crowd, before noticing a small gap and getting a cheeky idea.

I’m shorter and smaller than my normal self right now… well, wayyy curvier too, but still. Could I… slip through the gap?

Fuck it.

I slid my body through the two guys blocking the way, feeling them jostle a little against me. The slippery nature of my latex bodysuit let me pass through all too easily, but at the same time material so thin as that against my bare skin gave me so many sensations; my soft flesh being squished against their harder, masculine bodies.

“Hey, you can’t cut in-”

One of the guys started chastising me, only to clam up immediately when he saw who he was talking to. At first, my heart started racing a little, the kind of idle paranoia and overthinking most live with flurrying through my brain.

Is he really mad?

Is this going to turn into an argument?

Is he going to fight me?

Why did he stop talking?

His eyes were wide as he looked at me, gaze slinking down my body as he took me all in. He was taller than me, and I felt a weird feeling in my knees looking up as him, even as a shiver worked through me following along with the direction of his eyes.

“A-ah, oh ehem. Sorry miss…”

He almost seemed quiet now, abrasive attitude totally nullified. It was like he turned expecting some annoying guy, but felt way too affected by seeing such a cute girl instead. I felt a weird sense of power, of validation, of confidence, being acknowledged so thoroughly as a stunning beauty.

I reached out and touched his arm, looking deep into his eyes with an expression of bashful gratitude.

“T-thank you so much! I’m in a bit of a hurry, so… but even if it’s a small thing, I’m super grateful! My knight in shining armor!”

Saying such a cheesy line would have sounded like total cack if I’d said it as Alex, but wearing Heather’s face and speaking in her cute voice turned it into a powerful weapon.

“No, not at all! It’s no trouble.”

The guy was practically beaming now as he ate up my compliment, and I could feel his gaze on my ass as I turned to the bar.

“What are you having?”

The bar man smiled, as he came straight to me over the other patrons.

Oh… wow.

“Three, uhh… Hadouken Haze please?”

I glanced at the drinks menu above the bar, picking one of the many anime and games themed cocktails on a whim.

“Coming right up!”

The bartender got to work, skillfully throwing spirits and mixer alike in the glasses, while I bit my lip as I started paying attention to the prices.

Ahh… I probably should have expected this. From how elaborate all this set up is just for the con, or the pricing changing to match the wealthier guests… these cocktails are pretty expensive.

Surreptitiously, I took out Heather’s latest model iPhone, the face ID recognizing her even in cosplay. The technology acknowledging me as her so effortlessly gave me a thrill, that only got bigger when I opened her banking app.

Oh. Oh wow. Yeah… I don’t think I need to worry about the prices of the drinks.

Heather’s everyday spending account had tens of thousands just sitting there, and looking at the transactions, the ebb and flow of money coming in and out, it seemed she had more than a healthy surplus income arriving on the regular. Her memories rose inside me, showing me details of other accounts with better interest rates and things like that, filled to the brim with even more of Heather’s cash.

The bartender set the drinks down and I idly scanned Heather’s phone, paying and collecting them before walking away.

Gosh. Between getting to the bar so quickly, getting served like, instantly, and seeing all the money Heather has… her body, her life… it’s all way too perfect.

Wandering back to the table, seeing the attractive guy who was nothing more than a vessel for my hot goth girlfriend right now and the gorgeous cosplayer we’d only met a few hours ago, I couldn’t help but think…

Going back to being Alex after all of this might be a little too difficult…