We’ve all purchased stupid geeky shit one point in our lives, right? That rare Pokemon card that you needed to complete your Evolving Skies subset, or that limited-edition lightsaber replica that you justified as “a collector’s item” but secretly just wanted to swing around in your living room…

Well that’s how it was when I clicked “add to cart” a couple of weeks ago.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the way my reddit feed was flooded with gorgeous NSFW cosplayers looking hot AF. Either way, the cosplay ended up in my metaphysical basket and I hit order.

[Being shy and book-ish in real life (more likely to cover my huge boobs with a big wooly sweater than to show them off) I figured that cosplay was not something I would ever really be doing.]

Anyway, a few days later I was staring at the unopened package sitting on my dresser and having second thoughts. Like…what was the point? Who was it for? I wasn’t a teenager anymore; the idea of dancing around my room on my own all dressed up was far behind me.

I opened the package and laid the costume out on my bed sheets. It was perfect; beautifully stitched, vibrant fabric, and high-quality components. There were little red shoes and sheer socks, a corset style top with wide sleeves, and even a pair of tiny little panties and matching garter.

I shook my head in disbelief; it seemed sexy and fun and empowering when I ordered it. Now, it just looked slutty and a little geeky. I shoved the box under my bed and tried to forget about it.

“Why did I think I could pull this off?” I muttered to myself a couple of nights later, slouching deeper into the couch as Peter handed me a steaming mug of tea. I was looking at the costume listing again, trying to find the refund terms.

“What’s that?” he asked, settling into the spot next to me.

“Nothing,” I said, locking my screen quickly. Peter and I had been friends for years—best friends, really. He’d introduced me to League of Legends years ago, and we’d spent countless hours yelling at our screens together. He raised an eyebrow, giving me that knowing look he always had when I was holding something back.

“C’mon, Sarah. Spill it. What’s on your mind?”

I sighed, setting my mug on the coffee table. “Okay, don’t laugh, but…” I hesitated, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. “I bought a cosplay.”

His face lit up. “Seriously? That’s awesome! What character?”

“Ahri,” I admitted, cringing slightly, expecting him to laugh. But he didn’t. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully.

“I can see it. Ahri would suit you for sure…”

“Yeah, well,” I shrugged, trying to play it off. “It’s not gonna happen now. Trying to refund it actually.”

“What? No! Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said, fiddling with the hem of my sweater. “I guess I just don’t want to look ridiculous. Or worse, totally slutty. I mean…I don’t wanna make it awkward but I’m sure you’ve noticed I’d got kinda huge boobs and I’m not sure if they’ll fit in the top…”

Pete didn’t respond and I laughed awkwardly. We never spoke about my body in that way and I felt a little uncomfortable mentioning it.

Pete seemed undeterred though.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said. “You should try it on.”

“Maybe,” I said, biting my lip.

“Yeah!” he said. “C’mon! I’d love to see it.”

A thought popped into my head. “What about if you took some pictures? So I could see it.”

...and maybe post it to reddit, I thought, but was too embarrassed to voice. At least that would give me a reason to wear it.*

Peter blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly, before I could back out. “I always love the shots you put on instagram. And I’d feel more comfortable with you than a stranger.”

For a moment, he seemed unsure. Then he nodded. “Okay. If it helps you feel better about it, I’m in.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he said, smiling.

And just like that, there was no turning back.

When I finally stepped out into the living room, Peter was fiddling with his camera. He looked up—and froze.

“Wow,” he said after a moment, his voice a little hoarse. “You look…amazing.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling embarrassed at how much of my body was on display. The fabric clung to me, making my fat ass and small waist obvious, the patterns traced across the bodice highlighting all the places I usually tried to downplay. “Not too much?”

“No, it’s perfect,” he said quickly, his eyes scanning me in a way that made my cheeks heat up. I followed his line of sight to my cleavage and nearly groaned. The top plunged so low my nipples were almost fully on display.

I’d tried to remedy this before coming out, of course, but when I pulled the out up at the top, it revealed the panties at the bottom.

I felt so slutty.

But beneath the embarrassment, there was something else…

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, clapping my hands together to break the tension.

Pete grinned and I took my place in front of the makeshift backdrop. At first, I felt awkward, unsure of what to do with my hands or how to pose.

“Relax,” Peter said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Just be yourself.”

I tried, starting with simple poses. Peter gave me little tips as he snapped pictures, his focus entirely on the camera. It helped me relax, and soon I was starting to have fun with it.

I shifted into a more playful pose, tilting my head and giving a sly smile.

“That’s good,” Peter said, his voice a little softer.

Encouraged, I tried another. This time, I leaned forward slightly, pushing my breasts together and letting my expression turn mischievous.

Peter lowered the camera for a second, blinking. “Uh…yeah, that’s great.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “You okay over there?”

“Yeah, fine,” he said, clearing his throat and raising the camera again.

To my surprise, the teasing started to come naturally, and I leaned into it, striking poses that were more daring, more suggestive. My hand drifted to my thigh, tracing the edge of the garter strap with my fingers. I tilted my head just slightly, the soft smile on my lips giving way to something more knowing, more seductive. I opened my mouth and showed my tongue, posing like those adult actresses when they were waiting for cum…

Fuck, I thought. I’m starting to get wet.

But I couldn’t do anything about it. Pete was my best friend. I didn’t want to make it weird. The camera clicked, and I could feel his focus on my body, his gaze lingering just a little too long between shots.

I took a step closer, feeling bold. My fingers brushed the edge of my skirt, teasing it upward just slightly, exposing even more of my thighs.

“Does this look good?” I asked, my voice light, almost teasing. I tilted my head again, letting my hair fall over one shoulder, caressing the top of my breasts. The short skirt rode up even higher, and I clenched my thighs together, feeling a pleasurable tingling in my pussy at being watched like this.

And then, before I knew it, I was looking Pete in the eyes, holding his gaze, opening my mouth and the words that changed everything.

“Do you want to see the panties?”

[Part 2 coming if people want to hear the rest!]