Arriving at con.

As they arrived at the subway station Grace became very thankful for the thick crowd, there was a fair bit of wind on the platform. the trails on her half skirt flapping happily in the wind. it wasn't nearly enough **** to expose anything but it was enough to remind her just how exposed she was.

This lesson was further underlined as Becky dragged her along to the escalator and she realized just how little support the wire frames on her top were. She swore she could already feel one pasty working it's way off her nipple.

Her concerns were temporarily put out of her mind as they reached the top of the escalator and they found themselves in the food-court of the underground mall.

Even at 10am it was nealy packed with congoers, all manor of anime and fantasy chacrters mingled with varying degrees of care. Grace was happy to see she was by far not the most scantily clad as a woman in a blue thong and body paint and not much else talked by in a fairly faithful interpretation of Mistique. Still most everyone was in more or less modest outfits and the arrive of Tifa and Leia did not go unnoticed. Thus began the first of many slightly awkward photoshoots Grace would participate in that weekend. Never knowing just when was the right time to finish up, and she realized the flaw of keeping her business cards with all her social media info on them to hand out on her ankle a little too late. She wasn't sure if she'd even stop blushing when she bent over to retrieve one and heard the snap of cameras behind her.

After a minute or so of letting several people take her picture and trying her best to pose in cool ways. Grace and Becky began making their way towards the convention proper. Stopping at the ladies room to freshen up. Grace couldn't help overhearing two friends comparing pictures of her. There was a lot of chatter but she was sure she made out the words "daring" "awesome" and "panties"...

As the girls ducked into the restroom to freshen up. Two friends not so far away are comparing their pictures of the lovely coed. "Dude no I'm telling you she must be an exhibitionist, how awesome is that. Check out what Leia's costume looks like with the flash on the camera, you can totally see her panties."
In truth that was an understatement, the cheap fabric Grace had used was little more than red tinted glass under flash photography. The poor girl might as well have just been wearing her panties. Her pasties having long settled to the bottom of her cups (self adhesive my ass).

Back in the ladies room that comment a new anti anxiety medication and the 2 shots Becky insisted on taking before they left were all hitting Grace at the same time. She had spent hours on this costume making it screen accurate down to the curve of the metal designs on the breast cup. And those guys were right, Becky was right, it was time to overcome her shyness. She had secretly loved it when her pasties had come off it just felt so naughty she felt like someone else, glancing in the mirror she examined just how much of an outline the camera caught and decided it wasn't too bad. Chucking the cheap pasties in the trash she went to use the facilities. While there taking the opportunity to grab another dose of her anti anxiety medication. She hadn't ever tried a full dose before but her doc had said doubling was fine on eventful days.

About ten minutes later she was feeling the effects fully start to kick in and had her mind made up. Gesturing for Becky to get another ready for the both of them. She took a deep breath, exhaled downed the shot and in the same motion pulled on either side of her underwear and stepped out of them.
Smiling at the shocked look on Beckys face, Grace smiled and said "Screen accurate"
Grace grabbed her Phone out of her pouch and went to take a picture.
"Becky, what the hell you were supposed to put my phone on charge!..."
"What? oh shit dude I was so out of it when we got in I must have passed out and forgot, how much you got"
"1%" came the reply.
"Oh well we can get some pictures later lets get to the con!" Becky said impatiently and grabbed Grace by her chain collar playfully dragging her towards the door.
"Careful Becky, this is someones fetish you know it is. "
"Ha" and a wink were the only replies as the two made their way back towards the con proper. Red hip huggers now safely stored where all the cards she had handed out had just been.