The Convention

AniGamesFest was an annual and very obviously named convention that took place here in the city, being the biggest event of its type in the region. Taking place at the end of September or sometimes early October, it capitalized on the city's status as a major university town, and by setting it right at the start of the academic year it was perfect for attracting locals and students alike. For the students especially it was ideal, taking place in this carefree time before academic and financial worries hit; while they still had inflated bank accounts full of student loan money, and still lacked the life experience to desperately try and hold onto it.

In recent years too, the convention had really expanded; both from more and more students moving to the city, and also the massive rise in popularity of both gaming and anime. As I walked into the massive concert stadium that had been temporarily repurposed for the event, I couldn’t help but be blown away by just how grand and impressive it actually seemed to be.

Huge banners hung down from the ceiling, decorating the heavens with images of popular characters, while what seemed like hundreds of stalls spread out in a grid along the ground, selling all sorts of merchandise, t-shirts, swords, cosplays, body pillows, and even doujinshi’s drawn and subsequently sold in person by the hard-working artists and writers.

The crowd as well surprised me, an **** of bright colors from the cosplayers and fandom t-shirts, while people of all ages and seemingly all walks of life wandered the arena.

“Wow, it’s so crazy here…”

“These events are really getting bigger every year, huh?”

‘Gareth’ smiled at me, as I took in the sheer spectacle of everything around me. When I’d been in high school, I’d actually even been to some events like this, although never any as big as this one. Those somewhat more forlorn affairs had really been lacking on reflection; almost more like a town hall rented for a day while various nerds bought expensive things they didn’t need from vendors who knew this type of event represented a real goldmine.

Even then, there’d been some cosplayers there, having fun together, wearing outrageous outfits. Cute girls showing off, especially enjoying the attention from the inexperienced and geeky guys. I’d stood to the side, casting a somewhat disdainful glance, trying to act like I was too good for it all, cowardly passing silent and bitter judgements. Really though, deep down I’d just been so jealous of those girls, so envious of the fun they were having and the adoration they received, jealous of how they looked, jealous of their bodies… it’s understandable how such confused emotions had left me unable to realize the real core of my feelings.

But now though… now I didn’t need to be jealous. Now I was the cute cosplayer girl, showing off my sexy body. Even as I thought that, I could feel the first stares and gazes raking over my body as I walked into the arena. Some of the guys were even doing double takes, craning the necks to look at me as I began to walk into the crowd.

Maybe it was my senses getting stronger, some kind of consequence of my budding skinwalker powers, but I felt like I could easily sort through the layers of conversation that filled the air and pick out those that were all about me. The first conversation that I really focused on was between two guys, standing off to the side, as one tapped his friend with wide eyes to appreciate me walking past.

“Holy shit, dude. Over there. Check out that girl.”

“Which one? Wait. Nah, oh my God, forget it, it’s obvious which one. Zero Two… she’s gorgeous, what the hell.”

“That outfit, hugging every curve… she’s actually built like a Goddess.”

“The things I’d do to her if I had even a single night.”

“Bro, you don’t have to tell me twice. I’d jump into a paper machine if I thought there’d be even a one in a million chance I’d become part of the roll she wipes her ass with.”

A laugh rushed out of me, as I tried to cover my mouth. Those guys may have been unashamedly leering at me, but they were definitely funny.

Well, I guess I can understand them more than the average cosplay girl… after all, I know what it’s like to be a horny guy, lusting after beautiful women.

I tried listening again, hearing a younger female voice this time; a little girl walking with her family.

“Ohh, ohhh, Daddy! Woahhh that lady’s so pretty, look at her pink hair! I want to be like her when I grow up…”

Ahh, wow that’s really sweet actually…

A feeling of soft love warmed my heart at that little girl’s words, as she pointed my way.

“Yes pumpkin, of cour- oh. Oh no. Ehm. Maybe when you’re older. Much much much older.”

Now I was back to laughing, hearing the very understandable trepidation of a father whose daughter starts idolizing provocative cosplayers. I turned to Gareth with a smile, asking:

“Okay, so now that we’re here what do you want to do first?”

“Mhmm, actually, isn’t there somewhere you need to be?”

“Huh…? Oh, right!”

I stuck my tongue out, bonking my head in a cute little pose, that just made him laugh. Of course, there was somewhere for me to be. As Heather was a famous cosplayer, she was doing a fan meet and greet!

Wait… that means I’ll be doing a fan meet and greet for her?!

The reality of my situation dawned on me, various emotions rushing together all at once. Nerves, a natural shy concern that I wouldn’t be able to pull off acting like Heather, clashed with excitement, a fiendish little pleasure at having the opportunity to impersonate such a beautiful e-celeb, and know that wearing her skin like this, I really was her totally.

I straightened up a little as the excitement in me easily trumped my nerves, wanting to head there right now.

“Shall we go?”

I cocked my head to the side, feeling my long lair cascade down my shoulders as I gave Gareth a cute smile.

“Mhmm, well, actually you should probably go do this part yourself.”

“Huh? But why?”

“Well, you know… right now I’m in a guy’s body, so some of ‘your’ fans might get a little jealous if they see us together.”

“Hmmm, I gueessss so… but what are you going to do then?”

“Oh, well. You know there’s plenty of stuff to do around here. And I won’t ever be too far from you, so don’t worry. But hey, don’t worry about me! Your fans are waiting for you! You can let me know how it goes… and how it feels to be such a famous cosplay girl meeting some of your most devoted supporters~”

Promising we’d meet up again later, I left Rachel behind. I was sure she’d be having her own interesting experience heading off at this convention; after all, just as I was enjoying getting to be here as a girl, coming here as a guy must be an exciting experience for her too!

As I walked in the direction of the meet and greet, I imagined what Rachel might be getting up to while I was there. Exploring the stalls, maybe buying some merch… I knew from my time as her that Rachel really liked anime, with her favorite being **** Note, so maybe she’d find something she really liked? Insofar as I was enjoying the attention and stares from guys now I had a sexy girl’s body, maybe Rachel was liking the break from that, the relative anonymity of being a guy. I had to admit, being male was a more low-key experience, so I could really understand how after being a girl all your life, it would be an exciting change.

But then… other ideas began to come to my mind. Ones that took my emotions in an unexpected direction.

Rachel's always been confident… way more than me, having the courage to stand out, to dress crazy, to do the things she wanted no matter what anyone else thought. She’s bi-sexual too… what if she…?! No… there’s no way…

Images of Rachel getting curious, enjoying the confidence that came from being in a guy’s body mixed with her own, natural charisma. Starting to flirt with some other cosplayer girl, whispering in her ear as she giggles, leading her away to touch her, kiss her, run his hands on her. I’d already shown her some of the pleasures available to guys in the bedroom with that blowjob this morning, but we’d yet to go all the way… would she be tempted to try sex with one of these girls??

A weird, jealous panic started setting in, a clammy, irrational feeling.

What if she can’t resist a man’s libido, and after all, no-one knows better than me how fun, how tempting, and how exciting having gender bender sex while you wear someone else’s face is. Gareth’s a handsome guy, of course he would be, Heather wouldn’t be with him if she wasn’t physically attracted to him… so that means all these other girls would be too!

Okay, okay stop! Calm down ‘Heather’! You’re not going to lose him to some other girl! We can just have fun now, push it out of our mind, and then we’ll find him later!”

I started taking deep breaths, trying relax myself as I drew closer to the meet and greet area.

Just where had all those crazy ideas come from??

I’d been so jealous and possessive… in a way, feeling that way over a ‘guy’ made me feel so feminine, which I couldn’t help but take pleasure in, knowing how utterly I was embodying my current skin. Then again… ideas of me as some kind of yandere girl flashed into my head, **** guys I was crushing on and keeping them tied up as I whispered statements of my twisted love in their ears, acting the part of a cute and sweet girl in public but really being a psychotic love poisoned woman in private.

I felt my pussy pulse with desire as I thought about it.

God… I really am twisted. Getting turned on at the thought of becoming a yandere girl. Thinking under the skin of whatever woman I was wearing, I’d still be a guy as I played such a dangerous and explicitly female role… ughh, but it’s so hot…

Well… Heather does have pink hair already. And I know she has the cosplay, so if I ever want to become someone like Yuno Gasai, I can…

And… even if Rachel does fuck some other bimbo cosplay slut here, it’s not like I’ll be lacking in choice of potential suitors.

A smirk took to my lips as I focused on my breathing, feeling the sway of my breasts moving up and down, the way the tight latex outlined perfectly my sexy, explicitly female body. Even all the sensations as I moved, so totally different from anything a guy would ever feel. Walking out into the meet and greet area, immediately feeling eyes of hunger, adoration, and jealously on me, my confidence couldn’t help but skyrocket.

I’m literally the hottest cosplay girl here right now, in an outfit to die for… wrapped up tight in the perfect skin to play my dream character. I’m going to love every minute of this convention~

I flashed one more smile,