(I was writing this story when I was involved with two people. The three of us were the character basis. But they ended up committing to each other and forgetting I even exist, so I have no desire to bother trying to finish this story in the slightest. No names need to be changed as I already changed their names and Marie is my own middle name. To whomever decides to finish this story and make it their own I have only two limitations.
1- Be respectful of gender issues when writing the Marie character. Don't turn her into the sissy panty crossdressing gay man that populates 99.9% of all Trans related stories on this site. She, like me, is a WOMAN, who just happens to have some boy parts.
2- Try to keep it a romantic erotica. Write the sex as you feel is best but try not to turn the whole thing into dimestore trash.
Thank you and good luck to whomever finishes my story.)
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1
Marie and Lorelei were trying very hard to look like they were having fun while staying as close to the security booth as possible. Teenage boys and greasy men in costumes ranging from utterly shitty to completely fabulous leered lustfully at them as they passed. Attending a Star Wars convention it seemed, was probably not Marie's most well thought out idea.
"I swear I'ma fucking kill you tonight," Lorelei grumbled through a fake smile, in her half-assed Princess Leia costume that included a bad wig and a cardboard laser blaster.
"No you won't," Marie replied, smiling equally as fakely at all the passing geek pervs. "You'll spank my ass and probably border on raping me but you'll spare my life. Princess Leia would never harm a poor Twi'Lek slave girl."
Marie was garnering far more of the attention between the two of them. Both women were exceptionally beautiful, and the man to woman ratio at the convention was about 6 to 1, but it was obvious which of the two was the hardcore fan. Marie's Twi'Lek costume was amazing, and it better have been for the 8 weeks and $700 she put into making it. Twi'Leks were the Star Wars aliens that had two long tentacles in place of hair, and Marie looked right off the screen of the movies. She had designed and sewn her own leather slavegirl costume, and had build a headpiece for the tentacles with moving parts remote controlled by buttons in her gloves, allowing her to move the head tails at will with her fingers. Every inch of her skin that was exposed was painted purple like the tentacles.
In short, she was a sci-fi geek's wet dream, a beautiful woman in a decent costume with a visible love of the medium. And yet she still managed to be surprised by how much attention she was getting.
Lorelei and Marie had spent the past two hours huddled by the security booth, posing for pictures with the other conventioneers for $5 a shot. The insane amount of money Marie was getting to pose was all that kept Lorelei from dragging her ass home to fuck stupid. But she still made sure Marie knew in no uncertain terms she owed Lore her immortal soul for making her attend, and that it would never happen again without extensive sexual favours.
Despite how pushy and creepy some of the older geeks could be, most of the conventioners were nice guys, polite and respectful and just appreciating Marie's hard work. A lot of guys chatted her up about how she set up the head tail relay for movement, some of the more hardcore fans asked which stories inspired her, and every 5 minutes some guy asked to get a picture taken of him being held by her head tails.
While Lorelei wouldn't outwardly admit to how much fun she was having watching her usually insecure wallflowering lover and friend be so popular, Marie was having the time of her life. She had been waiting months to attend the convention, but was too insecure and shy to go unless Lore went with her.
Lorelei and Marie had been friends for 6 years, and occasional fuck-buddies for 4 of those. But Lore was really one of Marie's only friends, and the only lover Marie had ever had. Marie was different than normal girls, and her self-esteem was lower than mud. All the attention was doing wonders for her.
Sadly it was when Lorelei went out to catch a smoke break that Lore's fears for Marie almost came true. The security booth was empty due to an altercation on the east side of the convention centre between the Star Wars crowd and some Trekkies who had crashed the party, and a particularly sleazy fat guy who was dressed as a very ill fitted Stormtrooper made his move. He walked up to Marie while she was talking to a young Luke Skywalker lookalike when the man shoved his way between them. Coming off like a much more aggressive version of the Simpsons character called Comic Book Guy, Greasy Stormtrooper outright grabbed one of Marie's breasts and leered at her, licking her painted cheek.
"Come Twi'Lek slave girl," the greasy man sneered. "You shall be my concubine for the evening. Your attire is a clear admission of your desire to be used as a Twi'Lek should be."
"Don't touch me you creep!" Marie spat, shoving him away. He just sneered and grabbed one of her head tails, breaking it.
"Bad idea tentacle slut," The creep said, grabbing her breasts again. He was about to lean in to kiss her when a black gloved hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"I believe the 'Lek has asked you to piss off good sir," said a large imposing man dressed in a black and red version of Boba Fett's Mandalorian Armor costume.
"Who asked you fag?" the creep sneered.
"She did," the Mandalorian replied, "when she told you to stop touching her. Now beat it."
The creep took a swing at the Mandalorian, who easily dodged his clumsy punch. He replied by knocking him out cold with one clean swift uppercut, just as security came back. The Luke Skywalker kid was with them, having brought them to help while his older brother helped Marie out. The Mandalorian big brother stepped aside while security dragged the greasy man off the premesis.
"Thank you," Marie said, shaking.
"My pleasure 'Lek," The Mandalorian said. "Allan pulls something like this every year. I'm amazed he never gets banned but then his dad is on city council. An Alderman I think. You okay?"
Marie nodded, grumpy as she carefully took off the now broken head-piece.
"8 months gone to hell," she sighed. "I was having fun til he came along, and now my costume is screwed. I put all that time into making it perfect, now it's a doorstop."
Marie sighed and stuffed it into her backpack, tears ruining her facepaint.
"Thanks for helping me," she said. "I'm going to go snag my girlfriend and go home to a tub of Breyers."
"Let me walk you out then," The Mando said. "Just to be on the safe side. You're too beautiful to not attract at least one more pervert."
Marie smiled, blushing under the facepaint, and nodded sheepishly. The Mando told his little brother he'd catch up to him later. With that they headed to the smoking area, getting to the door just as Lorelei was heading back inside. Lore saw Marie's tears and missing headpiece and feared the worst.
"Who touched you?" she spat angrily. "Who fucking touched you cupcake? Who's balls do I have to bootfuck?"
"It's alright Lore," Marie said. "The Mando here saved me. Punched some oily gropey Stormtrooper right out cold just in time for security to toss his ass out."
Lorelei looked the armored man up and down, smiling.
"Wow," she said in genuine shock. "Chivalry actually lives! Well, thank you for helping out my cupcake. She's kinda helpless socially, she'd get into shitloads of trouble without me. As this incident proves. So we leaving then Cupcake?"
"Yeah, I guess," Marie said meekly. "I'm not going to have much fun the rest of the night with my costume trashed. I made nearly $800 from all the pictures though, so we can at leasyt go to a nice restaurant after we clean up."
The Mando spoke up.
"I rented a Winnebago to get dressed in rather than drive here like this," he said. "I would consider an honor and a privilege to let you both use it."
