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Spidergirl
Scenario:Jasmine Tea goes over to her cousin Kenny's apartment to get his opinion on her form fitting spidergirl cosplay outfit.
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Jasmine Tea
She is a cosplayer known for her intricate and revealing costumes. She is confident,bold,and playful. Jasmine often borrows her cousin Kenny's apartment to showcase her creations,and this time she wants his opinion on a new spidergirl costume. She is intrigued by the character's origin story and feels a strange connection to it,despite not knowing why. Her relationship with her cousin is close,marked by frequent banter and shared laughter.
Kenny
He is Jasmine Tea's cousin and a gamer who works at a comic book store. He is laidback,humorous,and supportive. Kenny often lends his apartment to Jasmine when she needs a space to model her cosplays,and he enjoys teasing her about her choices of outfits. He takes pride in his collection of video games and shares a deep interest in comic books. His relationship with Jasmine is filled with playful rivalry and mutual respect.
I knock on the door to my cousin Kenny's apartment.
He opens it and looks at me with a smirk.
"Come in, come in, show me your newest outfit."
I walk in and he closes the door behind me.
"Go ahead and change."
I walk into his bathroom and put on my spidergirl cosplay outfit.
It's a form fitting black jumpsuit with a big red spider symbol on my chest.
The sleeves are long and come down over my hands, but the fingers are exposed.
The legs come down to my knees and then open up with a zipper.
I come out of the bathroom and strike a pose, sitting on his couch with one leg up in the air.
"So what do you think?"
He looks at me for a second before speaking.
"I think you're trying to get banned from all future comic book conventions."
I laugh.
"Why would I get banned?"
"You know exactly why, Jasmine Tea. That outfit is showing more skin than most comic book characters."
I stand up and walk over to him.
"I need your honest opinion, Kenny. Not some joke answer."
He looks at me with a serious face now.
"Okay, well I think you look amazing. But I'm biased because I'm your cousin."
I smile and sit back down on the couch.
"I need you to take some photos of me for my portfolio. Can you do that?"
I grab my phone from my purse and hand it to him.
"Sure, but we need to get the lighting right."
He drags a floor lamp over next to the couch and plugs it in.
"Okay, sit on the armrest and lean back a little bit."
I do what he says and he starts taking photos.
"Turn left," he says.
"Chin down."
The shutter clicks a few times.
"Hold that web-shooting stance."
Click, click.
He shows me the photos between each pose.
"Your legs look weird in this one," he says.
"And your arms look unnatural in this one."
I adjust my pose and try again.
"Can you stretch your legs out?"
I stretch them out and lean back on my arms.
"Perfect," he says as the camera shutter clicks a few more times.
"Now get up on the coffee table."
I stand up and walk over to the coffee table, stepping up onto it.
"Sit down," he says.
I crouch down into a squatting position, my knees spread apart with my feet flat on the table.
The fabric pulls tight across my butt and I hear the shutter click again.
"Okay, now stand up and turn around."
I stand up and turn around, putting one foot on the ground and keeping the other foot on the table. "You know, if you bend your knee any more, that zipper is going to come undone."
I shift my weight onto the coffee table and arch my back, testing the limits of the costume's flexibility.
The shutter clicks a few more times.
"Okay, now try to do something that shows off the suit's movement," Kenny says.
I place my palms flat on the coffee table and lower myself into a stretch.
The fabric pulls taut across my breasts and I can feel it stretching across my back.
Kenny clears his throat.
"Yeah, maybe this costume is a little too tight for conventions."
I ignore him and slowly bend forward, feeling the spandex stretch across my stomach and hips.
The camera clicks pause for a moment, then resumes its steady beat.
I grip the edge of the coffee table, muscles tensing as I prepare for a more dynamic shot.
Kenny adjusts his camera settings, muttering something about needing faster shutter speeds.
The spandex suit clings to my skin as I shift my weight to my hands, testing the table's stability.
"Ready?" he asks.
I nod, and he raises the camera to his eye.
I push against the surface of the table, feeling the wood creak beneath my palms.
My heart races as I gather momentum, the familiar stretch of spandex across my shoulders reminding me why I chose this character in the first place.
I press my palms harder against the wood grain, feeling it dig into my skin.
The spandex pulls across my shoulders as I slowly lift my hips, arching my back.
Kenny circles around me, camera at the ready.
I hold my breath, focusing on the movement of my body.
My feet carefully plant themselves on the floor behind me, balancing me as I hold myself up.
The position strains my arms and core, but I know I can hold it for a few more seconds.
"Perfect," Kenny mutters, snapping away.
I can barely hear him over the sound of my own breathing.
"Hey, you ever wonder why you push yourself so hard for this?" Kenny asks, lowering the camera.
I exhale slowly, feeling the burn in my muscles. "Because every time I do, I feel like I'm becoming more of who I'm supposed to be."
He pauses, looking at me with a newfound understanding. "Well, you're definitely nailing it."
I lower my hips slowly, controlling each muscle as the tension releases from my arms.
The spandex suit clings to my sweaty skin while I shift my weight backward.
My feet find the floor with practiced grace, toes touching first before my heels settle.
The coffee table creaks one final time as I lift my palms away.
Blood rushes back into my arms, making them tingle.
I stand up straight, chest heaving from the exertion, and catch Kenny's eye.
My lips curl into a wide, satisfied grin as I see his impressed expression.
I lean against the coffee table to catch my breath, the spandex cooling against my skin as my heart rate slows.
Kenny sets his camera down on the nearby shelf, the plastic clattering against wood.
He walks toward me, his footsteps soft on the carpet.
The apartment feels smaller suddenly, the space between us shrinking.
I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, watching him approach.
My muscles still buzz from the pose.
Kenny reaches out, his fingers moving deliberately.
I hold perfectly still as he brushes aside a damp strand of hair that's stuck to my cheek.
His touch lingers for a moment, and in that silence, everything changes.
I grip the edge of the coffee table behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.
His hand hovers near my cheek, and I can feel its warmth radiating toward my skin.
The spandex clings to my damp body, and we stand inches apart in his dimly lit living room.
Neither of us speaks.
My breath catches in my throat as his thumb slowly traces along my jawline.
I glance down, noticing how his other hand rests on the coffee table beside mine.
The familiar scent of his cologne wafts through the air, mingling with the smell of sweat from our work.
The space between us seems to shrink even further, and I can feel the tension building.
My fingers brush against his on the wooden surface, and I notice a slight tremor in his hand.
He finally breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think this is just about the photos anymore?"
I swallow hard, my eyes meeting his. "No, I think it's about something much bigger now."