Is it hot out here or just the men

Walking out to con John still half thinking of herself as John even while the body under the suit no longer matched moved carefully through the artists’ row. The Spider-Gwen costume clung to every new curve. Thin fabric outlined the full weight of her breasts, the narrow waist, the flare of her hips, and the soft shape between her legs. Every step made the material shift and rub. She was still learning how to walk without the sway feeling exaggerated, still hyper aware of how sensitive everything had become. The convention floor was crowded, tables lined with prints and commissions, and the constant press of people only made the unfamiliar sensations sharper.

She didn’t see the other cosplayer until they collided.

The impact was solid. She staggered back a half step and looked up into a black-and-red Miles Morales suit. The person inside it was tall now, broad through the shoulders, the suit stretched tight across a chest that was flat and muscular. But the way they moved slightly off-balance, one hand coming up too carefully made it clear the body was new. The mask was pushed up enough that she could see a sharp, handsome face that still carried a faint uncertainty in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the Miles cosplayer said, voice lower than it probably used to be. He shifted his weight, the suit pulling across his hips. “I’m still getting used to this new body.”

John felt the words land at the same time the side effect of the gas hit her. The moment their costumes registered Spider-Gwen and Miles, matching web patterns, opposite genders now heat pooled low in her belly. Her pussy clenched around nothing, a sudden, aching throb that made the tight fabric between her legs feel far too present. She could see the same reaction in him: the way his stance adjusted, the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his gaze dropped for a second to the way her suit clung to her chest and hips before he forced it back up.

“Same here,” she said, her own voice still strange in her ears. “It’s a very odd feeling, isn’t it?” She hesitated, then added, “Did you know what was going to happen, or are you like me? I didn’t have any idea.”

Miles let out a short, breathy laugh. “No clue. Spider-Gwen, huh? We match.” His eyes flicked over her again, slower this time. The horniness was mutual and obvious heightened exactly because the costumes lined up. She could feel herself getting wetter against the suit. From the way he shifted, she was sure he was dealing with the same problem, cock hardening under the Miles suit from the simple fact that she was standing this close in the matching costume.

“Were you heading to the information desk too?” he asked. His voice had gone a little rougher. “Do you mind if I come with you?”

John nodded before she could overthink it. The idea of walking beside him, both of them still adjusting to bodies that reacted so strongly to each other, made the ache between her legs worse. “Yeah. I don’t mind.”

They fell into step together, close enough that their arms brushed. Every small contact sent another pulse through her. The gas had done more than change their bodies. It had left them both painfully aware of the opposite gender especially when the costumes matched and neither of them seemed in any hurry to put space between them as they moved deeper into the con.