The Other Dress (✔ Complete) {trans girl x crossdressing boy}

Chapter 4 - Elliot

Crossplay = crossdressing cosplay = when the gender of the cosplayed character doesn't match the gender of the cosplayer. This is a sub-type within cosplaying. Sometimes people try to match the gender and look of the character being cosplayed as closely as possible, but other times it's done within the confinements of what the cosplayers themselves are comfortable with. For example, not all men crossplaying female characters will put on fake breasts and not all women with larger breasts will bind their breasts when they crossplay a male character. For my first time, I'm not doing any of that. I just wanted to be as comfortable as possible while trying something new.

As I looked at the row of people standing in line to sign up for the cosplay competition, I decided against joining them for the moment. It's too early in the day to wait like that, and Mya is way too impatient to wait for anything right now. She wants to visit the stand she's been talking about the whole time. I get it. I've been like that before, though I don't know if I was ever this annoying about it to be honest. Maybe I'm just a little grumpy because I'm still not that comfortable being dressed up like Aoi, and Mya is way too comfortable being her fangirl self right now.

"Aoi! O-M-G!" A girl comes rushing over to me. "Ah! Can I take a picture?"

I open my mouth to answer, but then decide against it. Instead, I nod. I grab my staff with two hands and pull one of Aoi's signature poses. At least, one of her signature poses that doesn't take up too much space, since it's kinda busy and I don't want to hit anyone accidentally.

The girl takes a few pictures, grinning constantly. "Thank you so much! You look great!" She steps closer. "Can I hug you?" Her eyes shine from seeing someone cosplaying a character that she likes. But apparently my answer doesn't come fast enough. I froze up a little, not sure what to do. So she shrugs her shoulders, still smiling. "That's okay, don't want to invade. Have fun today! I bet I'll see you at the cosplay competition, right?"

I nod again, smiling now. That was easy.

"Cool! See you there!" And she's off again, waving at me for a moment.

Mya bumps her shoulder into mine. "You've got fans." She winks. "It really doesn't matter who you cosplay as, you always have fans in like no-time flat." She keeps grinning, shaking her head a little.

"Should I..." I look around, now even more self-aware about my voice. "Like... not speak? Doesn't that break the illusion?"

Mya shrugs, thinking. "I don't know if it matters, really. And you get very far with just that smile of yours." She turns around. "We should be close to the stand now." She checks her map again.

"Let's go, before I get photo-bushed again."

"Photo-bushed?" She raises an eyebrow at me.

"Ambushed for more photos?" I grin.

Mya now rolls her eyes at me, shaking her head. "Yeah, let's find the stand first. Maybe I can buy some manga or something to entertain myself as you get fawned over by fangirls and fanboys." She grins, looking decidedly... evil.

I follow Mya through the crowd until we get to a stand filled with fan items. Art, key chains, doujinshi, cards, t-shirts, plushies, basically anything that you can imagine. Some of it is official swag, but a lot of it is fan made. I let out a squeal as I find the one item I've been trying to get my hands on for months.

"Deimos plushie!" I can't believe they'd have one here. I've been trying to find one online for months, after I saw one on Twitter.

Mya rubs her hand over her ear. "You've got the fangirl squealing down. Now, next time, please make sure you're at least three steps away from me before you do it again." She grumbles a little, but still smiles.