Becoming Alexa

The costume bag was large, and was full of solid, bulky items. Tearing it open Emily received her first real glimpse of her character.

She found a lot of shiny plastic armour pieces; they looked really good, and to look at them you would definitely think they were polished metal. The armour plates were silver and all edged with gold. Unfortunately Emily couldn’t really tell which pieces went where until she found the breast plate which she identified because of the two large boob shapes moulded into it. With all of the pieces lined up on the grass Emily was still unable to work it out so she called Hen for help.

‘Oh yes,’ said Hen, ‘this stuff is really quite complicated. Let me do it for you.’

Hen took some fabric items out of the bag and handed a black pair of shorts to Emily. ‘Put these on first,’ she instructed. The shorts were similar to cycling shorts, very snug around her hips and bottom and following the contours of her thighs. Hen moved behind Emily and deftly unclipped her bra. ‘What are you doing?’ Emily exclaimed, pressing her hands over her breasts to hold the bra in place.

‘This has built in support, and you need it for the armour,’ replied Hen. Emily considered her position for a moment. She had only just met this girl, and she was asking her to take her bra off? Hen did seem to know what she was doing though, and was very professional, so Emily slipped the bra off over her shoulders and tossed it onto her other clothes. Hen reached around and slid a firm black bustier over Emily’s torso, clipping it together at the rear, pulling the blonde’s waist in, and pushing her breasts up and forward. Then fabric sections were attached with Velcro, each designed to look like ring mail. Over these Hen fixed the armour plates; everything attached to the shorts or bustier using Velcro panels and Emily was dressed so quickly she would find it impossible to remember how it all fitted together. A pair of sturdy leather boots and a silver helmet in the shape of a dragon’s head, the visor forming the lower jaw, completed the outfit.

Emily gasped when she looked in the mirror. She looked great! With the visor down her face was obscured, and the armour was gleaming. Shining plates covered her thighs and arms, and with the armour on her body shape looked very different. A skirt of metallic strips widened her hips and the pauldrons made her shoulders look broad. The breastplate accentuated her boobs and her slim waist was made to look even narrower by the bustier covered in fake ring mail. She did indeed look very badass!

Walking out of the tent a couple of people bowed and addressed her as ‘My Lady.’ This made Emily feel powerful and important. One of the armoured guards clunked over from the fence. ‘Are you the blonde girl who came in a while ago? You look fucking amazing!’ Emily swelled with pride. She had never experienced anything like this, she could really feel herself getting into it! ‘Can I have a photo with you? Without your helmet?’ The guard produced a phone and stood next to Emily to take a selfie with the tall blonde warrior. This must be how celebrities get treated, she thought to herself. ‘You look absolutely stunning,’ he fawned. ‘I can’t wait for the tournament tomorrow, I look forward to seeing what you have to offer.’ He winked at Emily and returned to his post looking at his phone.

Emily was to wait near the tent and help herself to refreshments until her Game Master, Ted arrived to brief her. Ted was going to be looking after Emily as her storyline progressed and would give her a sword and shield! She didn’t know how long it would be until Ted collected her, however, and she quite liked the idea of exploring this new world. She was a badass knight, after all, she could do as she liked.