The Fan Meet and Greet

“Oh my God, there you are. Thank goodness you’re here, now we can get underway.”

A harried, lanyard covered attendant ushered me to follow him, around the back of a pavilion that acted as a “backstage” for the meet and greet area. I caught glimpses of the colorful ques backed up, waiting, all sorts of bright graphic tees and a few amateur cosplays.

A few of the waiting fans spotted me and their eyes went wide. I just smiled and waved, and they started freaking out with excitement.

Woah… they’re really happy to see me. Well, really happy to see Heather, but… isn’t that me now? At least it is for today, and tomorrow, and the next day, if I want it…

My heart felt such a strange elation, a confidence and a satisfaction, that strange and powerful feeling of being desired, of being someone special.

If this is how I’m feeling just from that, how will I be once I’m meeting fans properly…?

Leading me behind a curtain, the attendant turned and tried to muster a smile, before he asked me;

“Okay, so, are you ready to head out there?”

I took a deep breath, my clashing feelings mingling together. Notes of fear and anxiety, concern over how well I could play Heather’s role ratcheted up my nerves. What if I messed up? What if I ruined the expectations the fans had of Heather, or even ruined their time at the convention? What if I couldn’t act well enough, if even with these powers they still saw through me, realizing I was just some guy, a boring, average guy, not their cute female internet idol?

I caught a glimpse, just to my right, of a full-length mirror. It’d been helpfully set up for the cosplayers to touch up their looks before heading out, just to make sure their costumes were all on okay. Seeing “myself” in it, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over who was standing in the mirror. There was no way to see me as anything less than a gorgeous woman right now, such a profound disconnect from the boy I was worried might somehow leak through. Curves that were to die for, succulent thighs, indulgent breasts straining against my red latex bodysuit. My heels pushed up my ass, but even with them I was so much shorter than normal, an impossible feat normally, but one that was just part and parcel of the amazing skinwalker abilities that coursed through me now.

Long pink hair tickled down my back, light green contacts making my eyes pop, especially with the expertly applied eye shadow. That shine of the plugsuit material, and the red that was so eye-catching, drew the gaze naturally across my body, the skin-tight material highlighting my curves and showing off my expressly womanly charm, while the shine of my lip gloss drew the eye, and I knew any viewer would long to kiss them.

I could feel an ache in my heart, an affected longing as I looked in the mirror, while a pleasant, hot wet feeling pulsed in my lower lips. It was so strange, such a male lust and love manifesting in such an exclusively female way. I knew why I felt that way as I looked in the mirror. It was easy to see why Heather would snowball up viewers and fans so quickly, her stunning looks providing the ideal gateway into her fun personality on stream. If I’d just been myself, before all of this, it was such that seeing her on the street would have been captivating, possibly even an instant, fleeting crush, followed by that sadness of knowing I’d never see her again as she walked away.

But now though… I was her. I could see her in the mirror every day, smile her smile, feel how she felt interacting with people in the street. Forget the attraction of just a crush, or even the intimacy of being with her romantically. What was any of that, compared to being her? If I wanted to touch her, I could. Any moan, or prayer, or cute little noise of pain or pleasure I wanted, I could speak in her voice whenever I pleased. Feeling all her erotic enjoyment, so natural as I pleased her body, stealing her role in sex just as effortlessly as I’d stolen her skin.

There was no way her fans would ever be able to tell I wasn’t the real her.

“Wish me luck!”

I smiled at the attendant, Heather’s voice sounding so bright and charming. It seemed to break through his harried, stressed daze, his eyes focusing like they were seeing fresh again.

“A-ah… yeah. Good luck! You’re going to do great!”

I really brightened his day, with just a short, cheerful phrase… being a cute girl really is powerful.

I opened the curtain, and stepped out to meet the fans.

If I’d been nervous before, I didn’t need to be. Heather’s fans were lovely! I was grateful too that this meet and greet had been organized so well, so the attendants were very sharp at moving people along. The real Heather had plenty of streaming experience, plenty of time spent switching her personality on like a light, in just the right way to attract people.

Wearing her soul the way I wore her body, I did too. But even though I had her memories, and I could tap into her expertise, actually experiencing it for myself was a whole other kettle of fish. An adorable thirteen year old girl gushed over how she loved watching my streams, while her awkward twin brother shyly added how he liked them too. I could see the nervous way he looked at me, all the hallmarks of puberty starting, and I laughed. It came out more as an affectionate giggle in Heather’s voice, but really I found it funny due to how relatable it was; I could remember being that same awkward thirteen year old boy, grappling with powerful new found feelings I didn’t understand.

Things were going great, as I smiled and laughed, making jokes and taking pictures with the queue of fans. It seemed I knew just how to pose, just the right amount to smile, to tilt my head, even to look a little sexy the way I could lean into a guy’s body like I was his girlfriend. The flash from a phone camera froze the moment, and looking at the picture I was amazed at how good I looked.

That girl in the middle of those two guys, that body, so gorgeous, and the way the camera flashes light up the shine on the latex… mrghhh, it’s so hot to think that’s me!

The guys laughed along at my jokes, blushing a little despite themselves at how well the picture had turned out, and how intimate we all looked together in it, before moving on to let the next guy through. My heart felt so full of euphoria, a content, uplifting energy coursing through me as I watched them go, thinking:

I’m making so many of these fans happy… and all I’m doing is being friendly, being happy and considerate, being nice to them. All these pictures are turning out great too! As myself, pictures are always so hit or miss, my smile looking a little awkward, my pose seeming a little like a puppet whose strings are just a little tangled…

Maybe I was being too harsh about myself as Alex there. I was sure I just had the awkwardness of a lot of young guys, co-ordination not great and an uncertainty, a lack of self-assuredness that prevented me from ever looking quite my best. But as Heather…

In this body, all my pictures look so amazing. The girl I see caught in the flash looks so confident, so at ease, so happy and satisfied. It doesn’t hurt that this face is so beautiful, and it’s so easy to look good with any expression with these perfect genetics. Am I wrong for thinking it’s not just these skinwalker powers making me feel this way? Maybe I just really, really like being Heather… maybe being a cosplay girl is a way more authentic fit for me than being just some guy…

My thoughts were broken by the next fan to arrive. He reminded me of the somewhat negative depictions of anime and games fans from the 90s and early 2000s; an overweight guy, whose hygiene wasn’t really the best. I could smell the tang of his body odour, and it was clear he was a little sweaty, with darker patches on his shirt around the armpits.

“H-Heather, I’m a really big fan. C-can you sign this for me?”

I smiled at him, accepting the photo-card of me he’d bought.

Oh well, it’s wrong to judge people by their appearances. Even if his hygiene isn’t great, and he could probably use a healthier diet, he still seems nice.

I felt a little guilty for even perceiving the less desirable aspects of his personal presentation, but I contented myself by acknowledging that I didn’t feel less of him for it.

And really, who am I to judge? It’s not like I’m even wearing my own skin here. I’d be a serious hypocrite if I started tearing into people’s appearances when I’m really just an average guy wearing a girl who’s way hotter than the real me.

My little inner thoughts about appearances were derailed as I observed some serious, gorgeous looks; Heather cosplaying Mai Sakurajima in her bunny girl suit, professionally photographed on this photo-card.

Whoa… uhmm… remind me to try on that cosplay later… omg…

“And who am I making this out to, honey?”

I was having way too much fun playing the role of the fun, flirty cosplayer, as my latest fan stuttered out:

“D-Darren, that’s me.”

“Darren, huh? Cute name.”

The silver marker in my hand blurred as I flawlessly delivered Heather’s signature, the cutesy lettering flowing freely and ending in a cynically well practiced heart that Heather had carefully developed to enhance her cuteness at these kinds of meet and greets.

I extended my hand to him with a smile, his eyes awkwardly avoiding mine, although being unable to resist checking out my chest. I knew a normal woman’s reaction to that might have been to feel slightly violated, but I couldn’t help by feel a weird, validating sense of power from being so shamelessly checked out.

“Here you go!”

Things had been going so smoothly, so comfortably through this whole meet and greet, I should have known something would go a little off the rails. As Darren reached for the signed photo-card, things finally did. I felt a pulsing, vibrating sensation, shoved deep inside my most intimate, feminine place. The silicone shape of the egg vibrator bounced around, pushing my inner walls aside with **** speed, causing me to gasp at the sudden rip of pleasure.

My face contorted, the surprise getting the best of me, as I feared it got just a little close to the infamous ahegao expression. My knees shook a little, thighs getting close together as my free hand tightened, my whole body reacting.

I wasn’t the only one who was surprised; Darren looked at me, startled, yet I could see a certain slightly lewd glint in his eye too.

Oh no, why now! Rachel, you bitch!

Internally I was screaming out (Somewhere between embarrassment, and my more shameless, slutty side enjoying this…), as I knew Rachel must have been around here somewhere, watching my discomfort unfold.

The buzzing mercifully stopped for a moment, as I caught my breath, panting a little. Darren took the photo-card, curiously watching me.

“A-are you okay…?”

“Y-yeah… I’m fine, just-”

The buzzing started again, the vibration causing me to moan as love-sick dopamine tumbled out from my brain, the hot, erotic pleasures of lust filling me even as my rational brain struggled to keep control and hide what was happening.

Oh my God, this is such a mess! It feels so good, all I want to do it wrap myself in some sheets and take every strip of pleasure, and then have rough, slutty sex… but I’m in public, there’s still the rest of this meet and greet, all these fans who came just to see Heather. I have to think fast, I can’t have them seeing her like this, I can’t embarrass her by them realizing! I can imagine the posts now, “Slutty cosplayer gets off in front of fans, loves the attention as she satisfies her lust in front of everyone!” She’ll be so ashamed…

Internally, I knew that Heather actually was starting her slutty phase in a big way, and rationally the real her probably could have been convinced by Rachel to do this of her own volition. I guess the part of me that still had some kind of reservations about anything wanted to try and do some kind of damage control in the-

“Mhmm~”

Oh my God, did I just make that sound?! That was so shameless…

The furious, indulgent thrill of the vibrator was mashing inside me again, my knees feeling weak at the sensation. Darren’s curious look was intensifying, as it became harder for him to internally explain away these little signs of the full truth. Some of the fans in the crowd too, were watching on, a mix of suspicion and intensified curiosity as they watched me.

I have to do something right now, some way to distract Darren while also hiding the full extent of what’s happening!

My thoughts scrambled around in my head, as I tried desperately to think of what my next move could be, anything that could get me even a little out of this predicament. An idea came to me, one that wasn’t necessarily a good one, but was a great deal better than anything else I had in mind at the time.

I rushed forward, pulling Darren into a hug. I could hear his gasp in shock, the sudden feeling of his favorite cosplayer pressing her stacked body up against him. My big breasts compressed on his chest, nipples hard underneath their tape as the feeling of them being squished a little felt all kinds of pleasurable. Darren was stunned, but not enough to resist wrapping his arms around me too. His touch was light, too insecure around girls to really pull me tight, and a part of me wondered if this was one of the only times he’d been hugged by a girl who wasn’t family.

Well, even if it isn’t, I’m willing to bet that he’ll remember this one for a while…

Now that I was so close to him, our bodies rubbing together, I was really reminded just how big he was compared to me. He towered over me, his width being too great for me to wrap my arms around him too, as I pressed myself into him. I wondered how big I would be against him in my male body, the shape of the guy compacted down into the curvy shorter form of Heather, though I knew he’d still be bigger in pretty much every way. My face couldn’t be seen by the crowd anymore, as I barely resisted smushing my make-up onto his upper chest.

I felt that vibration rumble through me again, the egg vibrator tormenting my insides with the sweetest whispers of ecstasy, as I moaned again. Through all the commotion, the hustle and bustle of the stall and everything, I knew that the rest of the convention couldn’t hear it, but Darren could. I could feel something hard and girthy poke at my lower stomach, something I was very familiar with as a guy.

If I got hugged out of the blue by Heather, especially in this cosplay, it’s not like I could resist either…

It felt so hard, and so big… I wasn’t sure if it was just because of how small I was as Heather or what, but it really did feel massive.

He’s only wearing sweatpants, and this latex is so thin and tight… it’s almost like we’re naked together. I can feel everything…

I didn’t know whether it was how high I’d been getting impersonating Heather, the elation I felt being that sexy cosplay girl basking in the adoration of her fans, or if it was all the pent up sexual energy that was only growing stronger every time the egg vibrator went off, but even Darren’s body odor was starting to smell good to me.

God, I have to be a real freak to be enjoying a sweaty guy’s smell… that or spending so much time in a woman’s skin is totally feminizing my brain… ughhh~

“Thanks for watching my streams, Darren~”

I whispered it up to him, figuring if I was in this situation anyway, I may as well enjoy teasing him. He gulped, pulling me tighter, and I could almost feel a pulse from his cock; he clearly loved hearing “Heather” say that.

I knew though that I’d been hugging him for long enough now though. I had to decide what I was going to do, and quickly. Should I stick it out to the end of the fan meet and greet, fulfill Heather’s obligations to the con organizers and help her career, while also loving all the attention from her fans? I had to admit, playing her role had been so enjoyable for me so far, and I couldn’t help but want to keep it going…

Although, staying came with all sorts of problems. Would I really be able to last that long, when this egg vibrator could go off at any time? I knew I’d only have to stay for a little while longer, but who knew how much time would be too much in this situation? Maybe the best thing would be to get out of here, stave off the embarrassment. After all, if something totally lewd happened here, it might be much worse for Heather’s career than just leaving a meet and greet a bit early.

Then again… all this stimulation from the egg vibrator was really, really getting me horny. It wasn’t like it was me who’d be embarrassed by either outcome, it was Heather. If I wanted to be selfish, and slutty, I totally could be, using her body for sex, or even just taking the skin of another hot cosplay girl and continuing my fun as her. I’d need someone’s help to take off this cosplay anyway, and get the egg vibrator out… even someone like Darren would work perfectly in this situation.