Short Circuit

Terri stood stock-still with a look of complete shock on her tomato-red face. She held Ammy's leash in one hand while the other brushed over her butt. As she ran her fingers lower, she felt the unmistakable pleather of her gloves on her thighs. Her costume was busted, and her Union Jack panties were about to become a national icon.

"Oh," Terri whispered in disbelief. She numbly spread her fingers over the red St. George's Cross on her panties in an instinctive attempt to cover up. It didn't do any good- the people passing behind her were already starting to do double-takes and stare.

Panic started to spread through her. She wasn't the only Tracer here- but she was definitely the only one showing off her posh British panties. How many cosplayers wore themed underwear? How many had them exposed at a con?

Sweat pooled under Terri's goggles as she realized that Tracer's butt was already very, very popular on the internet. If this got out, she was going to be... she was gonna be a...

"I don't want to be a meme!" Terri whimpered.

The tiny Minion, meanwhile, was giggling like a madman. He snapped pictures of Terri-Tracer's shell-shocked expression. He took shots of the way Ammy (reassuringly) sniffed Tracer's crotch. And finally, he even slid behind her and got a few pictures of Tracer's patriotic panties.