"Photo ops!"

Our relatively small boss escorts us swiftly, but not brusquely, over to the far side of the demonstration booth, and motions exaggeratedly with both hands at an ornate backdrop I hadn't seen before, and informs my friends and me, "I've just now finished assisting in the setup of this photography background, in front of which guests may take pictures with you, rather than of you."

"I don't know Alan…" Raquel says to our overexcited boss, getting almost protective of me, "some of the women around here have been kinda rowdy, Ahab's had run ins with a few who were getting handsy. A couple men too."

"One of them even grabbed our… butts." The massive Natalie squeaks out, adding her concerns.

"That was horrible! And I saw it happen, I've only gotten most of those people expunged from the premises despite my best efforts… I'm sorry, but our higher ups said we have to do this." The slender asexual dude gives us his response with uncharacteristic sympathy and sincerity, before going back to his cartoonish posturing as he tries to assuage our worries, "Thankfully, like a badger defending its nest, I've set up some measures to ward off predators, and I'll stay near, you three've already become three of my favorite people, I don't want anything bad to happen to y'all."

We're ushered by the long-haired and long-winded man, until we're right next to the recently constructed photo area, peering at it, I can see an imposing security guard, and a tall sign that reads in bold letters: "Cosplay is Not Consent. Touching someone without their permission is grounds for immediate ejection."

Alan tells us, "Well, no time like the present, and don't worry, I have jurisdiction to drop-kick anybody who tries anything funny." And he gently motions for me to walk out.

I shuffle uncomfortably in my undersized, hyper-revealing costume, trying hard not to blush when I spy the small yet excited line that was quickly forming for pictures. I take my spot in front of the backdrop to frenzied, raucous applause and bashfully attempt to hide my scantily-clad body from view with my prop rifle, blushing under the crowds rapt scrutiny, feeling like my cock might as well already be visible, as my friends take their places beside me.

Raquel—and Ace—are basking in the attention they're receiving from the enthralled line of people waiting to take photos with us, posing, winking, and showing off her ample cleavage as the cheers get louder. I envy my best friend's confidence, being able to wear such a skimpy outfit and just own it, but instead, I sympathize with Natalie, whose face I can somehow see turning red under her green makeup. Just like me, she could barely handle all those eyes ogling her large, muscular body, obscured insufficiently by her minuscule daisy-dukes and snug bandeau.

Adjusting my micro shorts one last time, **** to make sure no one could tell I didn't have any underwear on, I blush and get ready to have my picture taken. Repeatedly. Half-naked. In public.

Oh boy.