The day before the convention

It's been nearly a month at this point. My hair is long which in an effort to match my cosplay I went out and had it dyed blonde. Thankfully I had the day off of school and this convention was over the weekend. Maybe I will shave it all off come Sunday and no one will know how silly I look. The past few weeks my mother has come up to show off her work. It's clear she used to be a seamstress before as the dress was immaculate. If that's all it was, I would have been fine, but she just kept going deeper and deeper.

Just about a week ago she had me do a test dress-up. She put me in a corset and even bought me a pair of panties with a matching bra to put under it all. I had heels and stockings which wasn't actually all that bad. She also ordered me a set of breast forms since I needed something to fill out the front of the dress. When all was said and done I looked in the mirror and I barely recognized myself. At the time my hair wasn't dyed, but damn, she did good work. It was then that I was fully invested since I could easily make myself unrecognizable and save my social life from destruction. It was also this point that she stopped calling me John and instead only called me June. I corrected her at first and joked about it, but she just ignored my pleas.

She kept on about how adorable I looked and how she was so proud of me. It was nice to get such a massive amount of positive reinforcement even if it was for dressing up as a woman. We practiced walking in the heels to which she said I was a natural. We finished the setup with the tiara from my room and she just started to cry looking at me twirl for her in our living room.

"I am just so happy for you June. In fact, I know you will love my surprise for you." I panicked for a bit thinking that I had already put it all on. Before I could say anything a very well timed ringing of the doorbell came. "Oh, there it is now!" she got up and opened the door with my still standing there now in full drag. This was to be the first time someone other than the two of us had seen me like this and my heart rate skyrocketed.

"What good is a Princess Peach without a Mario?" she snickered and pulled open the door. I could feel my heart ready to explode as there stood a large figure wearing another very impressive costume clearly made by my mother. It was Mark, my best friend. He just had to break the awkward silence with sarcasm "It's a me! Mario!" I smiled thankful it wasn't some stranger and at least someone I could trust.

I tried to open my mouth to protest but he was quicker. "My god you look great!" he leaned in and planted his lips against mine. Thankfully the lipstick had already dried but my eyes were wide in shock. I could see my mom holding her hands to her mouth clearly excited and happy for us. Was this taking it too far though?

"So Mrs.Stephens, this is your niece correct? I'm surprised I hadn't heard of her before today." My mind was racing. Just what was my mom planning?! Niece?! me?!

"Of course, just like I told you over the phone. She is visiting and wanted to go to the Convention tomorrow but needed a date. I will warn you though, she is quiet and is uh... ya know... it's that time of the month." she winked and I just rolled my eyes. " I fully trust you to take care of her and make sure she has a good time tomorrow!" His arm now holding me tightly to his side it seemed I had little choice in the matter.