Cosplay TroublesIsabelle knew from the moment she first looked at her old Sailor Mars costume that this would be a bad idea. The sad fabric in her hands—wrinkled and folded up in a box that she had kept in her old bedroom closet for god knew how long—looked compact. Tight. Small.Cosplay Troubles6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perfect for sixteen-year-old long jump star Isabelle.
MA in Engineering Isabelle? Not so much.
Back when she first went to a convention, she had kept her anime fandom on the back buner. Sure, she had downloaded every episode of Sailor Moon and Fruits Basket and Ouran Host Club and—well, others—onto her massive external hard drive, but she didn't go out and talk to her friends about it. Whenever her friends mentioned anything remotely nerdy, she'd pretend not to know. “The fuck is a Klingon?”
...she fooled no one.
When she heard a con was going on in New York, her first reaction was one of acknowledgment. She knew it was impossible for a con not to go on in New York. It's the most obvious pl