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The fun thing about doing something in costume is that you get to act a certain way that would normally be considered strange to those that know you. But when tens of thousands of people get together in costume, what would be strange is suddenly acceptable, and even encouraged.
Through no small amount of planning, I found myself in July of 00' at the Comicon 2000 convention in San Diego. A great part of the fun was that I was in costume as Casey Jones from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; my favorite cartoon growing up. The absolute best part of it was that Amanda agreed to come with me and dressed up as April O'Neil, intrepid reporter.
Our costumes were as true to the show as we could make them.
Amanda, to my delight, was in the hallmark yellow jumpsuit that hugged her delicious curves. She couldn't manage to zip the front up all the way due to her amazing H-cup breasts.
"I guess the girls'll just be on display, then," she had said after valiantly trying to win against the zipper. She had also colored her hair bright red and carried around my camcorder so that her look was complete.
I was in my run-down denim outfit with golf bag full of sports equipment and a hockey mask. Upon Amandas insistence, the pants I was wearing were much tighter than I normally get. They bulged out in certain places to a degree that I was not normally wear. However Amanda reassured me that it was a very good look for me.
"And besides," she commented in her delightful southern drawl, "if you get ta look at my cleavage all day, I should get to browse the goods yer packin'."
Who was I to disagree with that kind of logic?
We had walked the floor Friday evening after we arrived just to see many vendors still setting up. On Saturday morning things moved into full swing and we put on our costumes. We weren't the only ones dressing up, but we definitely looked better than most of the others who'd done so.
A lot of people went as comic book characters (obviously), some from video games, including a great many Lara Crofts. However Amanda and I seemed to be the only TMNT inspired couple there. Amanda in particular got a lot of compliments, and was asked to get a lot of photos from convention goers.
I didn't mind it at all, really, that many of the mostly male attendees asked me to take a photo of them together. What they didn't realize was that I occasionally (often, actually) would take a photo of them obviously ogling Amandas ample cleavage along with taking the actual photo.
I wasn't being petty, and after I told Amanda what I did, she was intrigued to see how often it actually happened. To make it more fun, she tugged her zipper down a little more just to tease the would-be photo buddies. I had no idea what undergarment she was wearing to keep those titanic tits in such a pleasing placement, but I decided to buy stock in them when we got home.
Around noon, after walking the floor for a few hours, Amanda made probably the hottest, most awesome request of me than any other woman had made in a while.
"Hey, let's grab some pizza," she said a little loudly, making her way towards the food booths. It was noisy so she had to speak up.
"How costume appropriate," I commented.
"And then, we can duck into a storage room so we can fuck right quick."
