She flees further into the convention.

Marcy had no intention of sticking around for another photo. If she were to bend over for the photo that Andy wanted, half if not all of her ass would be in the shot. Cutting her losses, she decided to flee deeper into the SAX convention, making sure to place both hands at her side, effectively pinning her skirt to her legs.

The first step was to the bathroom to recuperate. The bathroom was empty except for a few women in costume who were at the sinks, applying fresh lipstick or touching up their makeup. Marcy moved to a free sink and looked at her reflection and wanted to cry.

She looked like someone who had just been humiliated-- which she was-- and she hadn’t even been here long. How could she go back out there without panties? How could see last the entire day? What a fool she was. If she thought she was ready for SAX, she was only kidding herself. She let a bratty girl humiliate her in front of a large crowd!

“Uh oh,” a woman dressed as Sindel from the Mortal Kombat series said, eyeing Marcy. “It looks like someone just had her catastrophe cherry popped.”

“Huh?” Marcy asked, turning to face her.

“What happened, sweetie? Nip slip?” Sindel asked.

“I wish,” Marcy said with a sigh. “Some teenager just humiliated me. She took my panties.”

“Yikes, that’s horrible. Cheer up, it’ll get better. Is this your first time having a wardrobe malfunction?” Sindel asked.

“Yes. This is my first time at SAX, too,” Sindel said.

“I had a feeling. So, what are you going to learn from this? What will you do different next year?” Sindel asked.

“Next year! I’m just trying to survive the rest of this day. I won’t be back next year,” Marcy said, shaking her head.

“Sure you will. Do you know why everyone here isn’t cosplaying a character? Some people aren’t cut out for it. Only dedicated cosplayers make it to SAX and that means you are pretty damn good. So, I’ll ask again, what are you going to do next year?” Sindel asked.

“Well, I guess I’d bring a spare change of clothes or at least some extra panties,” Marcy said with a sigh.

“There you go. It was a common rookie mistake to expect to make it through this whole event without some catastrophe befalling you. It might be something you bring upon yourself on accident or you might run into a complete bitch like you seem to have earlier. Extra tip? Bring someone along to carry your things and also to help be a buffer between you and someone who is being unruly,” Sindel said with a wink.

“Thanks,” Marcy said, smiling. “It’s good to know that there are some good people here.”

“I hear that. So, my last piece of advice would be to tone it down a little. Your character is obviously a chainsaw wielding cheerleader. Don’t do any splits, don’t bend over, and don’t make any sudden movements. You might just survive the rest of the day without flashing your snatch to anyone,” Sindel said.

Marcy actually laughed at her comment. She thanked her for the sound advice and watched her leave. The other cosplayers finished up and left Marcy alone in the bathroom. Talking to Sindel had actually pepped her up a little bit but she knew that following Sindel’s advice would be easier said than done.