A local comic convention.

I wake up ready to face the day, brushing my teeth, and showering with triple my usual vigor. The reason being that today’s the day that Cosplay-con came around.

I didn’t have my costume prepared properly, and I couldn’t wear my boxers underneath it, but by God was I ready to buy overpriced merch, take pictures with girls in skimpy cosplays, and meet my favorite celebrities in person. Slipping into my skintight superhero costume, I adjust to make certain my package is hidden snugly inside the codpiece, then head outside where Natasha is waiting.

She takes one look at my ridiculous getup and chuckles, “Seriously? Spider-man? Oh my God, George, you are such a nerd.”

I laugh along with her, and say, “Takes one to know one, you big geek.”

We’d become friends by chance through a study group, and it turned out the mischievous Black girl was kind of a nerd. As Natasha put the finishing touches on her Sailor Moon cosplay, I start up the engine.

The only dampener to my mood was the additional person I was **** to take along: my step-sister Jessica. It was supposed to be just me and Natasha, but my blue-haired humiliatrix of a sibling was standing in the convention showroom with us.

Even with a bother like Jessica around, I knew we could have a great time here, the only question was where to begin: The merch hall? A celebrity meet up? A panel? The cosplay contest?

If only I knew that Jessica and Natasha were colluding to embarrass me from the start…