They head back to Comic Con

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, SJ and Riley stirred awake, the remnants of sleep still clinging to their senses. Stretching lazily, they exchanged drowsy smiles before their gaze settled on the figure of Black Cat, sleeping soundly in the bed beside them.

However, what caught their attention was the sight of Kara's wig adorning Black Cat's head, a curious juxtaposition that stirred a sense of intrigue within them. With furrowed brows, they exchanged puzzled glances, silently questioning how the wig had come to rest on Black Cat's head.

"Hey, Black Cat," SJ called out softly, gently shaking the slumbering figure. "Wake up."

Black Cat stirred, blinking sleepily as she slowly emerged from the depths of her dreams. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with the concerned gazes of SJ and Riley, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"What's going on?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she sat up, the wig atop her head slipping slightly askew.

"Kara, is that you?" Riley asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she regarded Black Cat with a mixture of confusion and concern.

With a nod, Kara, inhabiting Black Cat's body, offered a small smile, her eyes reflecting a sense of familiarity despite the unfamiliar vessel she currently occupied. "Yeah, it's me," she confirmed, her voice carrying the echo of Kara's distinctive tone.

SJ and Riley exchanged incredulous looks, their minds racing to make sense of the situation. "What happened after we fell asleep?" SJ inquired, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected turn of events.

Kara recounted the events of the previous night, detailing how she had inadvertently possessed Black Cat's body after the latter had donned her wig. As she spoke, SJ and Riley listened intently, absorbing every word with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Once Kara had finished recounting the events, a moment of stunned silence descended upon the room as SJ and Riley processed the information. Despite the strangeness of the situation, there was a sense of camaraderie and trust among the three friends, anchoring them in the face of uncertainty.

"Wow, that's... incredible," Riley murmured, her voice tinged with awe as she regarded Kara with newfound respect.

SJ nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on Kara's borrowed form with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Well, at least we're all together now," she remarked, a note of reassurance in her voice.

Excited chatter filled the air as the trio made their way through the bustling crowds of the convention center, anticipation thrumming through their veins like a current of electricity. Despite the peculiar turn of events from the previous night, their spirits remained high, fueled by the promise of new discoveries and adventures awaiting them.

As they navigated the maze of booths and exhibits, their attention was drawn to a familiar sight—the man from the possession wigs booth, his display now showcasing a new array of intriguing items. The three women exchanged curious glances before making their way towards the booth, their curiosity piqued by the assortment of objects on offer.

"Good morning," the man greeted them with a genial smile as they approached. "Welcome back to my humble establishment. Today, I have something truly extraordinary to share with you."

Intrigued, SJ, Riley, and Kara leaned in closer, their interest piqued by the man's mysterious words. Their eyes widened in wonder as he unveiled the latest addition to his collection—personality collars.

"These collars," the man explained, gesturing towards the sleek devices on display, "are equipped with a scroll wheel that allows the wearer to flip through a variety of personalities. Simply select a personality, and the collar will imbue you with its traits and characteristics."

The women exchanged excited glances, their imaginations ignited by the possibilities presented before them. "That sounds amazing," SJ exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. "We'll take three, please."

With a nod of gratitude, the man handed each of them a collar, his eyes alight with curiosity and anticipation. "Enjoy your newfound identities," he said with a cryptic smile as the women accepted their purchases, their hearts racing with excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.

With their collars in hand, the trio set out to explore the wonders of the convention, their minds buzzing with excitement for the day's festivities. As they wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of the convention center, they marveled at the vibrant displays and colorful cosplayers that filled every corner.

Despite the whirlwind of activity surrounding them, the women couldn't shake the sense of anticipation that hung in the air like a palpable ****, their thoughts drifting to the collars nestled in their pockets and the untold possibilities they held.

As they wandered through the convention hall, the trio's conversation turned to the tantalizing array of personalities they could embody with the help of the collars.

"We could channel the fierce and commanding presence of a dominatrix, exuding power and authority with every step we take," SJ suggested, her voice dripping with confidence and allure.

"Or we could slip into the role of a sultry siren, captivating those around us with our irresistible charm and seductive allure," Riley added, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she envisioned the possibilities.

Kara nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with ideas. "We could embrace the persona of a playful vixen, teasing and tempting with every word and gesture, leaving our admirers begging for more," she proposed, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Or perhaps we could explore the depths of our sensual desires by embodying the essence of a passionate lover, indulging in uninhibited pleasure and ecstasy," SJ suggested, her voice tinged with excitement at the prospect of such intimate exploration.

Riley's gaze drifted to a nearby group of cosplayers, her imagination ablaze with inspiration. "We could even take on the personas of our favorite characters—like Catwoman or Poison Ivy—stepping into their shoes and living out their most tantalizing adventures," she suggested, her voice filled with wonder and excitement.

As they continued to discuss the possibilities, each woman shared a secret desire for a specific personality that would most turn them on, adding an extra layer of excitement to their anticipation for the thrilling experiences that awaited them.