Today was the start of the convention. You know the type. People go out of their way to dress up as all different types of characters from movies, comics, anime or the like. Jenna is not a massive geek, but she sure does love dressing up for these things. She's a stickler for details. She loves combing through footage from the movies or photos of the props to make a costume that's as screen accurate as possible. I was not as into the finer details, but I let Jenna interject here or there to tweak things on my costume to make it 'better' in her eyes. This year I was going as Boba Fett. I had the helmet, the armor, a blaster. It looked pretty good, in my opinion. Jenna probably would have given me more crap about it, but she was focused on her own costume. Perhaps costumes. She wouldn't tell me what they were. She had them in her bag and was in the bathroom getting changed. She wanted it to be a surprise.
I should tell you more about Jenna. She's a friend of mine. A friend with benefits, as they say. We're by no means exclusive as we know we're not meant for each other, long term, but we do enjoy pushing each other's buttons, sometimes pushing each other into things we wouldn't otherwise do. She's a shy little thing. Petite, thin, long hair and small but perky and perfectly shaped breasts. She's been known to go a little wild at times, but only if given the ... proper motivation. She'll stay in her shell in most situations, but when she gets going ... well, let's say it's a thing to behold. For this weekend we were playing the part of boyfriend/girlfriend as it made her less likely to be hit on, and if she did find someone she wanted to 'play' with, she could make them be all stealthy and quick about it, and she could ignore them afterwards without having to come up with excuses. Plus she likes making guys nervous.
We had gotten there the night before so we hand plenty of time to get up and get ready, plus she needed a room to get changed, and the convention opened up a couple hours before we would be able to check in to a room, so it worked out better this way. I was already dressed and waiting for a while now. My costume, I'm sure, was easier to put on that hers... whatever it was.
"Ready?" Jenna asked from inside the bathroom.
"For a while now." I answered, playfully.
Out from the bathroom she came, and what I saw I couldn't quite believe. Slave Leia. She had the whole costume, as far as I could tell, spot on. The 'bra', the bikini-like bottoms with long flowing cover. The arm bands, and even the hair, braided with adornments. She even had the collar complete with chain hanging down.
"Wow!" was all I could get out as I watched in awe.
"You like it? I'm not 100% on the boots. I'm fairly sure they're correct but the way the..."
"I don't think anyone will even notice you're wearing boots, to be honest."
"You think so?"
"I mean... you're practically nude, save for the panties." She was wearing a pair of skin-colored panties under the costume.
"Ugh! Are they that obvious? I knew this was going to be a problem. I mean... without them is more accurate, but this thing isn't exactly concealing. Carrie Fisher said that the guy that played Boba Fett could see everything, and ..."
"I'm fine with that!" I joked.
"I'm sure you are, but there's a lot of people down there. I can kinda handle a little side boob, and I was a little anxious as it was about basically wandering around that floor in barely covered panties, but without them ... one wrong move and I'm libel to be arrested!"
"I doubt that. But in any case, no one's going to have a problem with the panties."
"I'll have a problem with them. I spent a lot of time on this costume. I just ... No. It's fine. You're right. No one will care. I'm just ... I'll be fine." She resolved herself.
"So are you ready to go, then?"
"I think so..." she was lost in thought for a moment. "Ok. Lets go." I put on my helmet and we headed out.
She gripped my arm anxiously as we headed out into the hallway. She was effectively walking around in public in what amounted to elaborate pasties and a narrow cloth covering her panties. By the time we got to the elevator, she was already starting to relax. As the elevator doors closed she stood there, lost in thought. She was on the side of the buttons and I waited a few seconds for her to push the one for the second floor where there was an indoor bridge across the road to the convention proper, but she just stared off, thinking deeply. I reached past her and hit the button, but she didn't break out of it. As we started to descend I saw her hand fidget at the side of her bikini.
"It's really bothering you, isn't it?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Mmmmm" She confirmed, still staring off into nowhere.
"I'm sure no one's going to care. They're not that noticeable. Really!" I tried to reassure her.
"You know what? Fuck it." she said and grabbing the side of her panties gave them a tug down, then bent over to ease them down her legs. Just at that moment the elevator let out a "Ding!" and it slowed short of the convention floor. Someone else was getting on. She stood bolt upright and her panties fell to the floor. Her eyes wide with panic, she pulled one foot out, then just as the doors started to open, she kicked them into the corner of the elevator right in front of me. As the doors revealed a normal looking middle-aged couple, I bent down, grabbing them and balling them in my hand as I stood back up and placed them nonchalantly in my pocket. The couple walked in as we shuffled to the back corner to give them room. The man was obviously trying to non-obviously take in the sight while the woman was far more obviously doing the same.
"Wow. Nice costumes you two!" She proclaimed.
"Thanks!" I said cheerfully as Jenna squeezed my arm, managing only a smile in return.
We were only a few floors from the second, so it was only a few moments before the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened again. As we got off the woman called out "Have fun at the convention! Seriously, love the costume!" specifically targeting Jenna with the remark.
"Thanks!" Jenna replied, a bit shyly.
As we walked it became a little more obvious how daring her costume was. The drape down her back covered the back of her butt, but the sides were clearly on display, and you could see the underneath of her curves, combined with the lack of any cloth at her side made it obvious she was nude underneath. To top it off, as she walked the piece that held the front drape moved in such a way that from my position next to her I could catch brief glimpses down to her mound. There were others moving around us, but she was obviously focused on just moving forward and not acknowledging the attention she was getting .As we got to the end of the bridge, just before the stairs down to the lobby in front of the main doors for the con, I took her aside to talk to here where we couldn't be heard.
"This is making you nervous, isn't it?" I asked the obvious question.
"Very."
"This is making you wet, isn't it?"
"Very."
I pulled the panties out of my pocket, bunched in my hand. "You want to put the panties back on?" I held them out to her.
"No. I can do this." She said, more reassuring herself than me.
"Ok!" I moved to put them back in my pocket.
"Wait!" she reached out for them. I handed them back to her. She promptly dropped them in the trash next to us. "No more safety net! Here." She handed me the end of her chain. "I'm your prisoner. Lead away!" and off we went into the con floor.
Jenna was quite the attraction on the floor as I paraded her around. Lots of people stopped us for pictures or were just otherwise ogling her. People even commented on my costume, too, though I think it was more to get a bit more time to 'take in the sights', if you will.
It was then that we ran into Luke Skywalker. Or, at least, someone dressed as him. It was quite a well done costume, and as luck would have it, was Luke from Return of the Jedi, which matched Jenna's costume's origin. He called out "Leia!" Jenna took one look at him and shouted back "Luke!" and dashed off to him as if he was saving her from me. He held up his lightsaber with one arm while taking Jenna in his other. I held up my blaster in kind and the people around us quite liked the show, taking pictures as we posed for them.
The two immediately clicked in their love for costume details and started chattering on about the color of this part, or the texture on what have you, or the minute details of who the hell cares. What I was noticing was the movements Jenna was making while showing her costume. Movements that no doubt would give 'Luke' glimpses of virtually every part of her.
This kept up for a while as we wandered around as a trio now and the two droned on about materials and sewing techniques. At one point Luke had to go to the bathroom, so we continued on to check out some more of the exhibits. After a minute or two, Jenna caught sight of a pack of slave Leias and practically dragged me in that direction. She split off when we got to them to join the pack. There must have been fifteen or twenty of them. It was crazy. A large crowd had gathered around taking pictures and the girls were moving into various poses to accommodate the onlookers. The girls then started comparing costumes and such, and that's when Jenna told me that they were going to be a while and I should go off on my own for a bit. That was fine with me, as I was getting bored with all the costume talk, and most of the other Leias were more modestly covered than Jenna, so there wasn't even that much to look at that I hadn't already seen.
