We can get in.

Ernest bought 2 tickets for to convention, before getting out of his car I look at myself in the vanity mirror.

I'm for all purposes completely naked, but apart from my wide open pussy and my ass-hole left bare, every single inch of my body is painted and decorated.

My head is close to fully covered in various prosthetics, no one can tell my eye, hair, or even skin color. The new shape of my head makes it impossible to recognise me.( hell! I don’t recognise myself and that's while knowing it's me.)

We wait in line with hundreds of others, mostly nerdy boys with bland clothes and promotional t-shirts. Dozens of other cosplayers are wearing costumes of various quality. Few are as realistic as my own, but then few are as revealing as well.

We get to the security booth in front of the door, were Ernest show them our tickets and both our I.Ds before shoving them back into the pouch of his jumpsuit.

A security guard checks me with a metal detector wand and without surprise I check ok.( a fabric detector wand would have me cleared out too.)

Ernest only has his belt buckles and some bits of his boots ringing and is left in too.

Once in most eyes are on me, my costume being one of the more exposing in the room. The prospect of having hundreds of people ogling at me, no one but Ernest knowing who I am is a really strange one.

The fear of exposure is one of shaming, of humiliation. Being nude in public but anonymous is rather exciting, I see a great number of boys readjusting the lower parts of costumes becoming quickly too constricting and worse my 'mouth' is now slowly drooling adding even more to the realism of my costume.

We are quickly joined by other people in Gravity Impact costumes, many in human crewmembers uniforms, a few other Captain Farmer male and female ( the game let you choose. ) and of course a few of the sexy alien babes and well hung aliens dudes that the game lets you bang in your intergalactic adventures.

Pictures are taken with various groups, recreating samples of the crew, but everyone insist on having me front and center besides the Captain ( 7 of them with various mix of crew, all of them grabbing my ass, even the girls).

I thank Ernest in my head for using heavy duty smear resistant body-paint or half my suit will be gone in less than half an hour.

"Miara are you thirsty?" He asks and then pause for a reply.

I nod. He press a button on his gauntlet.

"Yes captain." I hear coming from my waist in the voice of Miara, a sound bite from the game, one of the gadgets on my latex belt is a microphone.

From a pouch he gets a bottle and connects the straw to a hole on my face. I suck on the straw in my mouth and get rewarded by a mouthful of apple juice.

Once finished I lightly shake my head and while puts the bottle back I hear a new sound.

"Thank you Captain" once again with the voice of my character.

He asks me if I'm hungry but I decline it.

I see him talk with a few of the other cosplayers and exchange numbers and a few slips of paper.

We get to finally set the actual convention and all the demonstrations and exclusive new announcements.

Ernest picks up a few key-chains, and other goodies and promotional materials. The back of his armour is a collapsible backpack. I play games, not as much as some here but I like some of them and I sometimes point at things to get Ernest to take one for me.

"We should get a sample of this alien technology, Captain." " Interesting item we should get it back on the Brittany, Captain." "It is what we were looking for to stop the Pomanis , Captain." Can I hear myself say from my downstairs mouth as he picks up the gifts to put them in his bag.

It is truly impressing and rather frightening, he must have planned this for months, my tree climbing escapade just an excuse to talk to me.

We get to the central hall of the convention.