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Mom Becky and daughter Megan are headed to cosplay convention. (M/D, trans daughter) (Another long one, hope you like it! I'll have an AO3 later with all of these uploaded) We were thirty or so minute out from the city where the con was being held. Mom was driving this leg, and that left me to check in with friends on my phone who we might run into. This was going to be the first time my mom, Becky, had ever been to an anime convention, and I wanted her to have a good time, so I had already scouted out restaurants and activities that I thought she might like! I was the one with all of the interest in anime, comics and stuff, but she was really supportive. Like she has been throughout my transition; quick to correct others misgendering me, paying for my hair removal, and helping me with injections when I've been nervous. That was part of why I wanted to bring her with me. She has had a rough couple of years; my father leaving her, and trouble getting back into the dating scene left her feeling unwanted, I think. For me, cosplay has always been where I've felt most desired. It was the first time I felt really feminine, and receiving compliments on my looks always makes my confidence soar! If I could give my mom that same feeling, I think it would really help her self-image. I prepared a Tifa Lockhart cosplay for my mom. She is a bit shorter than me, has beautiful dark brown hair that falls to her mid-back, and has the kindest eyes you've ever seen, and she could make any outfit look good. The Tifa cosplay I've set up for her I was able to mostly made with what was already on-hand, only needing to hunt for some supplies for the skirt and gauntlets. It's also a bit more modest than some other versions; I don't want mom feeling too exposed, especially when it's her first time! I've been working tirelessly the past four or five months on a really good Emma Frost cosplay, in her White Queen era. The corset, cape, and bikini bottoms; they were all perfect! The leather, cloth, and boots set me back quite a bit, and the wig was absolutely killer. I've redone the thing who knows how many times, but it was finally done! And I was ready to get some compliments, maybe giving out some more risque photo ops if I could be persuaded. “Ah, here we are! Are you ready for this, Megan?”, my mom asked, I could tell she was nervous. “It's going to be great, mom! Don't worry, I'm make sure you have a good time!”. She smiles, and her face lights up. The rest of the day flies by, we check in, have a nice dinner, and try on our cosplay on just in case I need to make final adjustments. “Honey... the pictures I've seen online of people dressing up like this character... well, will people like me? I'm not as skinny as those other girls, you know.”, mom says while checking herself in the mirror. “Mom! You're gorgeous! I wish that I had your body”, I realized I really meant this, “I mean, I kind of do, just not as curvy.”, I hated feeling angular. Sharp. “You're plenty curvy, sweetie! Remember, just the other month we had to get new bras for you, you've gone up in size!”, how could I forget, it caused one of the many corset redos! She hugged my side and I returned the sentiment; she really is a great mom. It's our first day at the con, and I can tell mom is overwhelmed. We have our badges, and a friend I spoke with earlier has offered to mule for us, so we take our time exploring the main hall, artist alley, and trying to find as many cosplayers from media my mom might know. She has watched a few older shows with me as I've been trying to ease her into the genre and she was genuinely excited to see characters she recognized. We had met up with some friends of mine earlier and they were absolutely loving our cosplay; my outfit drew compliments, and my bottoms drew plenty of stares. And mom's cosplay was a hit! One friend even said that we were the hottest two here, causing both my mom and I to blush. As the day went on, we received more and more requests for pictures. Some of just me, some of just mom, and many of us together. I think people were as impressed as I was with my mom's efforts, and she seemed to be feeling great! We were constantly getting told how beautiful we looked, how good the cosplay was, and how well we posed together! I found us some Final Fantasy and X-Men cosplayers to join for group photos, and we were having a genuinely good time! Things took a turn when one con-goer got a bit too friendly with mom, his hand drifting from her shoulder to the top of her breast. “Hey!”, I shooed the guy off, “Mom, I'm sorry. That isn't supposed to happen.”, she blushed in response. “I … uhm. It's just nice to feel attractive again, honey.”. I wanted her to feel wanted, to feel sexy again, but wasn't that going too far? I think this set something off in mom, though. While previously she had turned down requests for hugs, now she was giving them out right and left, and her poses were getting more risque. She had a sports bra on under her white t-shirt, but when she leaned over there was plenty of cleavage on display. Her photos now had her shooting smoldering stares and standing provocatively. I liked posing, I liked feeling sexy, but I really wasn't comfortable with this much contact and teasing! It reached a peak when a group asked us to go somewhere less crowded to take pictures and she agreed. They led us to a small side hall, and directed mom in pose after pose, leaving me just standing to watch. They asked for a revealing pose, and she bent over, her heavy breasts hanging despite the support. They wanted her to show off more, so mom leaned forward, her butt on display behind the leather skirt. They pushed further, encouraging her, and as they snapped shots of her exposing her lacy panties from behind, I grabbed her, “Mom! What's gotten into you!”, pulling her back to the main halls. “Megan! I'm an adult, I can make my own choices.”. “Mom, these people are just using you! I saw some of them … touching themselves as they took pictures of you! This is too much!”. “Honey … I need this. I need to feel wanted. To feel desired again. Please, baby...”. It was too much, and I left for the hotel. “Fuck, why is this bothering me so much! Just because mom decides to show off some tits and ass, she gets all the attention?”, thinking out loud to myself. Is that it? Am I jealous? Usually I was the one swamped with requests and I could pick and choose when to pose chastely or be a real tease; all eyes should be on me, not my mom! “I mean, she's just in a skirt and t-shirt! I'm the one basically wearing lingerie!”, I felt I was going to explode. I had to cool down. I hopped in the shower, the cold spray bracing on my skin. Something seemed off, though. Why was I hard? Was it from thinking of mom? Was I jealous that my mother was showing off for others, and not for me? Frustrated, I shook away the images of her slutty poses, and dried off, slipping into sweats and a loose tee. Mom came back later, dropped off by a crowd of strangers that seemed not entirely sober. “Bye! See you tomorrow! Thanks again!”, she said shutting the door. “Where were you? It's late”, “Hey, that's my line! Sweetie, you don't have to worry, your mom was just out having fun. Feeling young again.”. “I thought you came here to spend time with me. This is supposed to be my thing! You're ruining it!”, silence. “Well, maybe we don't need to do this together. You go with your friends, and I'll go with my new friends. There! We'll both be happy.”, I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to tell her how wrong it felt for strangers to ogle my mom, to make her more and more an object of desire and less and less my mother. “Fine”, was all I could muster. She was already gone when I woke up the next morning. I knew I had to do something to snap her out of this. Digging through my too-full suitcase I found one of my backup cosplays, Raven from the Teen Titans. This one had a high waist and a thin crotch, exposing my entire leg. I was going to out-sexy my mom. If I could make her feel how I felt, if I could make her see how upsetting it was to have your family member expose themselves so publicly, maybe she would come back to her senses. I didn't have the right wig for this cosplay, but my dark, natural hair that hung down to my chin was close enough. Besides, that's not where most eyes were focused. My nipples were visible through the suit, as I had neglected any padding, and I was no longer tucking, showing my bulge proudly. If mom wanted to be slutty, then why shouldn't I? This was my space after all, my interest! Who was she to steal my attention! Plenty of photos and suggestive poses later, I found my mom and her new group of 'friends'. They were in a quiet side hall, out of the way. Mom had stripped off her skirt and t-shirt, now just in a sports bra, panties, her tights and red boots. As the group surrounding her heard me approach, they started turning from my mother and towards me. Phones and cameras now focused on my body, on my poses, on my pure sexual aura! Mom was pissed; this isn't what I wanted. I needed to show her, needed to make her feel what I felt. We were competing, now. Fighting for their eyes, for their arousal, for dominance. Mom crouched low, hand teasing her panties to the side, and using her mouth and hand to mime sucking a cock. I leaned forward, squashing my tits between my elbows, my nipples and areola showing through the thin material. She mauled her breasts, moaning. I squat down, spreading my knees and threatening to reveal what was behind my thin crotch strip. Request after request, challenge after challenge we went, until I found my mom moving towards me, the crowd chanting for us to kiss, and my mouth opening on its own. Our mouths found each other, and we tangled together for a brief moment, then I was gone, running, crying to the bathroom.