We get stopped by the security.

"What do you mean we can't get in? We bought tickets." Says mark to a stubborn security officer.

"She cant get in with her pussy and ass-hole on display, it's in the convention regulations. " he says.

"I have to take a picture of the offending parts with her I.D on the shot , in case there is a complaint and a trial." Says a female officer.

She puts my card besides my disguised pussy and exposed ass-hole, she takes various shots.

"Those will be nice on the instruction page of the convention website, we'll make an article about what is not allowed, we'll put a link in the charter so all that buy a ticket have to read it." Says the female officer, taking a few full body shots for good measure.

"What about if she covers those two parts? We can get in then ?" Ernest asks

"Yeah then there's no issue" replies the first guard.

"Come with me Laurie" says Ernest dragging me in a corner.

My anonymity, last hope of escaping humiliation that day, truly went out the window before we even set foot at the Con.

He rummages in his bag and fishes out a strange device.

A C-string those strange panties without waistband that hold on your pussy and ass.

What make this one strange is that the front is melded into a strange breathing apparatus (keeping a theme, with my pussy being a mouth.) It even has a small grate that would let air in and give a restricted view of the inside (my pussy).

Other point of importance are the two large translucent dildos fixed on the inside. The one in the front filled with small LED lights.

He carefully slips them inside (careful not to damage the make up on my pussy) using them as anchor for my bottom.

I feel very full and the weight of it makes me contract my pussy and my ass-hole to keep it in place.

Before we get to the guards again he switches the lights on, blinding whoever would take a look at my pussy. ( I doubt the lights or for that matter the bottoms are going to stay on all day.)

The security guards satisfied let us enter after giving us a card. (They want an interview of me on their website to explain my mistakes in making my costume, hint: I had no hand in it)