This is the story of a girl with a fetish, inspired by the genre of cosplay within Japanese adult video idols. All of the characters in this story were at least 18 at the time of their actions. Finally, most importantly, my thanks to StoryPal for his considerable help in editing.
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Madeline Hemming was one of Dr. Lowenstein's latest patients. She was an upperclasswoman, a junior, 20 years old, in her third year at Templeton College, and she had finally decided to do something about her problem; her secret problem. She lied down on the doctor's couch.
Dr. Lowenstein spent the initial part of their first session gathering basic history, and then asked why Madeline had come for treatment. The doctor had already read the intake forms that Madeline had completed, but it was always best to have the patient describe the problem for himself, or herself.
Madeline explained that she loved to play dress-up as a little girl. It was one of her favorite games. The princess costume was perhaps the one she liked the most. What girl doesn't like being a princess? But, she liked them all: prom queen, fairy, bride, angel, teen disco girl. Her Barbie costume was a close second to the princess costume. She really did like playing Barbie, as she could pretend that the real Barbie doll was her little sister and they would go out shopping together for, of course, new outfits. She really admired Barbie so much, as she had so many, many, many different outfits. There was her silver dress, her tangerine Oscar dress, her Barbie darling dress, her contest winner dress, her waltzing dress, her golden girl dress, her rose dress, her silver star dress, her shimmering gown dress, her sleek and dazzling dress, her belly dress, her sophisticated dress, her summer dress, her wonderful white dress, her falling leaves dress, her pink silk dress, and her designer evening gown dress. It just never seemed to end. She particularly liked Barbie's pink and pretty dress. She sometimes went to sleep dreaming that she could grow up to become a Barbie doll.
Well, it wasn't surprising that her interest in costumes continued into adulthood, albeit transformed. Being an adult provided another layer of complexity, or more accurately, pleasure, to her interest in costumes. It was like the child who loved puppies becoming a veterinarian. Well, it wasn't quite like that. For Madeline, the outfits now had a degree of sexual undertone to them. Actually, they had a substantial degree of overtone. Madeline really loved cosplay, dressing up in a costume that defined a specific role, and then going out in public and playing that role, seeing if you could get away with it, not get caught, as you pushed the limits of the role into some form of sexual indiscretion. One might even say that she was obsessed with it.
Madeline in fact chose Templeton College largely because everyone came to class wearing a costume. The college administration called it a uniform, but it was pretty close to her own school girl costume: white blouse, black tie, plaid skirt, white socks, black Mary Janes, and even white cotton panties. She thought the white cotton panties was a really dedicated, authentic touch, the sort of special detail that she gave to her own costumes. Nobody was supposed to see your panties, yet the administration saw fit to have each girl wear white cotton panties. She was impressed.
She thought now though of transferring. She had been attracted to Templeton in large part because the college seemed to embrace cosplay. But, it wasn't too long before she realized that it wasn't that much fun wearing the same darned costume day after day after day after day.
More importantly, her cosplay was becoming a bit of a risky problem in life. She explained why to Dr. Lowenstein.
"Doctor, this is all confidential, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, dear, very much so. I would only break confidentiality if someone was in imminent danger of injury or death."
It wasn't that Madeline found her admission to be particularly embarrassing. She wasn't at all ashamed about what she did. Her concerns were more immediate and practical. "So, like, um, if I admitted to breaking a law, or something, not that I would. I'm just askin' hypothetically like, you know. If I admitted to doing something illegal, you know, you wouldn't call the police?"
"I wouldn't. In fact, even if I wanted to do that, which I wouldn't, I would risk losing my license. You could get me into trouble."
That was reassuring. She did though still look around the room, as if there might in fact be someone there. Once fully reassured, she began her story.
Cosplay was not an easy fetish, or game, as Madeline preferred to describe it. First, it took a good amount of work and skill to create a good costume, as well as a few pennies. One wanted, of course, a costume that would be fun and sexy to wear, as well as to see. Madeline was more than willing to put in the work. She felt considerable pride in creating a good costume. She was an artist of fashion. The pennies (more like dollars) were a problem, but she would usually manage to scrape together the necessary bits and parts by scouring reclamation stores.
Cosplay also required a bit of acting skill, and a substantial amount of planning and preparation, as well as courage and daring. One could at times go in blind to a new site and target, particularly if one wanted to experience novel and idiosyncratic shifts in the game. But, this could also be rather reckless. Cosplay was inherently risky because there was always the danger of getting caught and exposed, and some cosplays would be considerably costly if the deception was discovered. Dressing up in costumes had been fun as a child, but the risk in going out into the world in costume contributed to its fun as an adult. All of this: the skills, the acting, the adventure, and the danger, was what made it so satisfying, so enriching.
CHEERLEADER
Madeline first told the doctor of a cosplay involving one of the more traditional costumes: the cheerleader. She decided it was best to begin her story with a costume that wasn't really so bad or risky.
It is not difficult, of course, to obtain a cheerleading costume. Madeline though needed one that would pass as a Templeton cheerleader, and the college didn't simply offer these uniforms at the local bookstore. An official uniform had to be ordered through a licensed distributor that carefully screened all purchases for official authorization.
Madeline was eventually able to garner all of the necessary components from various sources, some of which were, let's just say, less than exactly sanctioned. It was, though, an indiscretion that she felt should be excusable. She wasn't planning on using her uniform for any destructive, harmful, or exploitative purposes. Well, that wasn't entirely true, depending upon how one understood the word, "exploitation." The risk, though, was part of the excitement, an integral part, going out into the world dressed in your costume, pretending to be someone you're not, enjoying the fruits of that role, and escaping detection. It was often really very exciting.
When leaving her apartment she would usually wear a large coat over her costume. A cheerleading costume would not arouse much suspicion among her neighbors, but she didn't want them to ask her about it, and she certainly didn't want them to eventually realize that she was leaving her apartment in various costumes. That would suspicion, and inquiry.
She drove to her location. Madeline had carefully investigated and scouted her site in advance. There was no physical or legal danger with this particular cosplay but there was appreciable risk with respect to her status as a Templeton student, and certainly with respect to her relationship with her parents. They would probably never understand her interest, her obsession, in cosplay.
Once she arrived at her destination she parked her car, removed her coat, and entered the Templeton Athletic Center.
The athletic center actually included only a few locations for athletic activities. There were a few handball courts, a work-out room, and an undersized basketball court. It was primarily a set of offices for various coaches, managers, staff, and assistants. Madeline attracted little attention as she wandered through the halls in her Templeton cheerleading uniform, other than the usual "smiles" from men who appreciated her school spirit, and striking figure. Cheerleaders were one of the few students allowed to wear something other than the Templeton uniform on campus. It was an exception that nobody protested, particularly the male faculty.
Madeline filled out a cheerleading uniform extremely well. She was a rather petite girl, always a plus for a cheerleader who needs to be tossed high into the air. But, she was disproportionately large "on top;" in fact, very much so, which was another very nice attribute for a cheerleader, so she felt. At least, she certainly filled out well her white sweater with the school nickname, "PURITANS," blazoned across her chest in large red lettering. The letters stretched and curved across her thrusting breasts, as the sweater was filled beyond capacity.
