Page steps into the armor

"That would be nice, but are you sure? How will we move?" Page retreated a little further in the stall. She did not close the door, feeling it would be a little rude after being offered help. She used her free hand to slowly bring the ribbon up her waist again. She removed her hand, then her arm from pressing on her chest. Her one remaining now rather loose strap was attached to a bunch of free flowing fabric. She tried to think of a way to make this work. With the spandex so strained, tying it around herself like a tube top again wouldn't help. Even if it stayed it would have runs of transparency. Instead she turned around from view and took the top off completely. She put her head through the strap like it was a neck hole. Now her top went behind her neck and hung over her chest, and she tied the longer parts behind her back. She did not want it too tight. It was still short enough for her underboob, but it did actually cover more of her cleavage. The sides of her chest, though, were half exposed, as the long scraps she tied behind her back were not the same width as the rest of the fabric.

"Well if you want to go, step in behind me. We'll have to move together step by step, but it's so awkward moving in this thing anyway it's not like it's that different. We'll just have to talk it through."

Page sighed, deciding she was as ready as she could be. She moved back to the cosplayer and put on leg behind hers. Her foot was a little cramped in the bottom area. It was just a really large hollow thing with many intersecting pieces that bent as they moved. She put her other leg, but as she put it down she realized she had to almost sit on top of the air conditioner. It, unlike the rest of the inside of the costume, was very cold. She tried to lift herself up slightly, but it would not work - then this cosplayer would have to carry Page as she went like a piggy back ride, and after they put the top half of the armor on, it was clear that would not work.

"Ready? Left first." The cosplayer said. Page was pressed against her back. They did not bother with the arms. There was more room in the torso area for Page to let her hands rest slightly bent.

They moved their left leg. It was like those three legged races, but really, it worked alright. The armor was heavy, but also very large and flat on the bottom of each boot. Even if they were slightly off balance, it kept itself afloat. The great help was the cosplayer's own strength. If she felt it off balance to the side, she just pressed her body to the other side. Page imagined she was doing this all day, making a hot suit hotter, and now with herself in there, it would be worse.

"We'll get a slow beat. Good thing is no one really gets in the way. Careful, the bathroom door is only just big enough."

Page felt her chest move against the cosplayer's back each time they had to steady themselves. At first, she thought her tied shirt would work well, but a few movements lifted the bottom over the curve of her breasts, and her bare chest was pushing against the tank top. She wondered if the cosplayer knew, but did not want to ask. It was too awkward, now.

"Hey, turn the air conditioner on, will you? There's a knob you just turn to, uh, our right."

Page felt the heat rising in the costume quickly. Without the air conditioner, it would certainly get too hot too fast. She could not see how far they were - her head was behind the cosplayer's neck - but she was certain they only made it out of the bathroom. There was a long way to go.

Of course, she was sitting on it almost directly. That meant any cold air would be blowing up right under her - it sounded incredibly uncomfortable, and worse yet, freezing cold if she touched was naked against the metal. Right now the gloves were tucked underneath her, but her butt cheeks was still exposed.