The exhibit hall.

We start our convention trip by going through the main attraction: The exhibition hall. Although the purpose of this area is to buy overpriced merchandise and support local artists, there’s always a huge number of cosplayers in the shopping district, so Natasha and I fit right in.

As I’m looking around for that one stand with the retro games, Jessica leans over me and says, “Hold on bro, you’ve got a little something loose here…” as she pulls on a thread sticking out of my costume. Natasha starts giggling as my shirt splits wide open beginning at the spider.

“Hey! I think that’s enough, Jess!” I shout, pulling away from the blue-haired prankster. “You’re gonna strip me!”

My stepsister doesn’t let go until the whole top half of the suit is unraveled, and she mouths ‘sorry’ to me with a giggle. An embarrassed blush is hidden under my mask as I’m suddenly shirtless in the packed exhibition hall. I want to give Jessica a piece of my mind, but that’s not where my stripping stops.

Behind me, Natasha ‘accidentally’ hooks her crescent moon wand into my tights and…

*SHHRRIIIP*

My entire costume aside from the mask is destroyed, leaving me buck-naked besides the cup that holds my dick in place (and even then, a bit of my shaft is visible). I look down at myself in an embarrassed panic, then look up in abject horror— seeing nerdy girls staring in my direction, many walking closer for a better look. A few even grab out their phones, a huge, lustful smile across each girl’s face.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry~” Natasha says as she holds one of my arms away from my practically-nude body. My stepsister copies her by grabbing my other hand, and I’m suddenly exposed, helpless, and humiliated in the exhibition hall.

My cup is barely staying on—I can feel it slipping—and I can see women wishing for it to fall off with their eyes as the two girls holding my arms walk me closer to the small crowd.