Just One of the Guys

The idea solidified, as the image of Sand, her merc leader, came to mind. He was essentially just a masculinized version of her, after all. He was slim, like her. Her hair was longer than his of course, but that was just a haircut away.

Nobody she was going to be staying with knew she was a girl yet. She had deliberately been sticking to her handle in the arrangements online. Sandy knew a couple friends in the local theater, and she could always ask them for tips on how she could pull off more of an illusion. Gamers were all sorts of body types, after all, and nobody would look more IN place than a skinny gamer geek who just happened to be in costume...

She dropped the manual onto the floor, and headed to the desk. She pulled a sheet of paper off of her printer and hastily started to scribble some notes. First, she'd need to have the Sand costume set and ready. Leather jacket, t-shirt, trim the hair...

Momentarily she glanced at her chest slightly self-consciously. Better look up how to do a binding, even though she wouldn't need much of one, thank god. If she had been one of those busty girls like her room-mate she never could pull it off without some serious discomfort. But of course since she was sharing a room, she'd have to find the time to take care of it every morning as well. Mental note then: Sand is fastidious. Make a show of staying as clean as possible, admittedly a rarity at a convention.

The ideas were coming faster now. She'd need at least three non-costume outfits. Thinking of typical gamer fashion, she'd need to pick up a few t-shirts, and a couple pairs of jeans. Maybe one or two club wear shirts if she decided to hit the bars afterwords, as was tradition at the cons.

Could she do this? She momentarily tried to mentally imagine herself at the convention, only this time without the stares, or the come ons. She imagined herself just, blending in. The idea was very appealing. This time she could just enjoy the convention. She could enjoy her vacation without having to be thought of as something other than just another gamer.

She already had the leather jacket, she reflected, her mind spinning back to the task at hand. It seemed right, somehow. For a moment, she wondered if other women had tried this before at the cons. She certainly had never heard about it. It might be fun after all. Maybe take a camera and post a blog afterwords regarding how she had fooled them all.

The smile on her face broadened as she made a note to call her friend at the theater tomorrow. Thick soled boots. Remember to look a bit taller than you are. More ideas flitted across her mind now, and she jotted down each of them. Two weeks, plenty of time to prepare and to plan and practice.

It was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.