I was still pretty bouncy the next morning when I got up. Not just because of last night but because today was the day Daddy was going to dress up with me.
Ever since I made him the Obi-wan Kenobi costume for Christmas, I’d been dying to see him wear it at a con. After some gentle pestering, I finally got him to agree that on Saturday we would dress up together. He has the Obi-wan costume and the lightsaber he made in Disney. I had a Rey costume and my Disney lightsaber. After we got dressed up, I cuddled up next to him and took a selfie in the mirror.
“We are adorable,” I said. I immediately put the picture up on Instagram. I didn’t put too many pics of Daddy up just because I didn’t want to deal with crap about his age. But this was too good not to.
“I think you’re carrying the adorable part, but I’m happy to shine in your reflected loveliness,” he said.
“You underestimate the appeal of a sexy older man,” I said. “There are many girls who thought Obi-wan was the hot one in the series.”
“That would be Ewan McGregor’s Obi-wan and not Alec Guinness’s, right?” he asked as we headed out of the room.
I hit him with my best mysterious smile and left it at that.
Saturday’s at a comic con were concentrated madness. Daddy told me that once upon a time that made sense. Cons were three days, and people had to work Fridays, so naturally everyone came out on Saturdays. But now with huge cons like this, they stretched over four days and every day was sold out.
“So why is Saturday so much crazier?” I said as we were trying to move through the syrupy mob. “This is much busier and harder to get around than the last two days.”
My very wise Daddy shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but I do know they go crazy on Saturdays.”
It was a fun day with the two of us in cosplay but still felt… weird. Part of it was that, yes, we were getting asked to pose for photos a lot. Daddy had to deal with a lot of Darth Vaders wanting to duel with him, just as I had to deal with a bunch of Kylo Rens either wanting to duel or flirt with me. The flirting was worse because many were giving off creepy vibes and annoying Daddy.
But also, Daddy just seemed…. off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he just seemed weird. He said it wasn’t the costume, but I didn’t know what else it could be.
It got to the point that around 2 pm, I told Daddy I wanted to change. He looked relieved. He went back into his civilian clothing, I hopped into my Burnside Batgirl costume. After that, things eased up.
The rest of the day at the con was much better. We’d each gotten to see and do what we wanted over the last two days. Today, now that we were finished dealing with all the people wanting to photograph us, we could just wander and take things in. When the crowds got too much we’d dive into a panel, even if it was something we were only passingly interested in. The only thing I steered him away from was the cosplay area, which he thankfully didn’t read much into. I wanted to keep his good mood going.
At the end of the day, I was ready to head back to the hotel, but Daddy reminded me of the cosplay competition.
“You know you want to see it,” he said.
“I doooo,” I whined. “But it’s been days since I’ve been properly fucked. Promise me once this is over there is takeout and fucking waiting for me back at the room.”
“Sounds like a date,” he said. Like any guy is going to say no to takeout and sex.
What felt like half the con piled into the main hall and some had been lining up for hours, so we didn’t have the best seats. That was fine as everything was displayed on a big screen. And for a couple of hours, I watched a parade of really good cosplayers go across the stage and display their work. There was more than bragging rights going on at the event. There was money and the chance to compete at a national event.
“Your costumes are better than a lot of the ones I’ve seen up there,” he said over the noise. “Why didn’t you enter?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I thought about it, but I had so much going on this year that I didn’t think my stuff would be good enough. Some of those people have focussed all year on that one costume. I get bored doing that. I need a bunch of projects to keep me busy.”
“Well, you should enter next year,” he said.
“Eh, maybe. I just like making them. I’m not comfortable going up on stage like that and showing off,” I said.
Daddy laughed.
“You have been photographed probably over a thousand times in the last three days. I’m not sure I believe that.”
“Well, it’s one thing to pose in front of one person, especially if you’re with a group. Getting up on stage in front of thousands of people is something else. And for all the cheering happening, you better believe there are plenty of people criticizing the costume or that person’s appearance,” I said.
Daddy nodded. “Fair enough. I hadn’t considered that.”
“You’re on me to do this and you mentioned last night I should try burlesque. Trying to show off your hot, young babe girlfriend,” I said, teasing him. But he looked serious.
“No, it’s not that. I’m reminded there were things I didn’t do when I was your age that I wished I had tried. But I didn’t have the money, or chickened out, or got distracted so it didn’t happen. I look at you and the sky’s the limit. You’re 20 and you can do anything you want.
“It’s not that I think I’m holding you back, because I don’t think I am. I just want to encourage you to do and try…. everything. Burlesque, or competing in these events, or travelling or whatever. I never want you to be afraid to try something if you want to,” he said.
I honestly didn’t know whether to cry or throw him on the floor and start ripping off his clothes until security tossed us. Instead, I put my arms around him and gave him a big kiss, which caused a few ewwws from around us, but I did not care.
“Tell you what,” I said after I came up for air. “You make a list of things you want to do, and I’ll make a list of things I want to do and we’ll work on it together, ok? It’s not that I don’t want to do burlesque or whatever, I just want to do things with you. I’m not missing a damn thing as long as I have you.”
He smiled, took my hand and kissed it.
“It’s a deal, Kitten.”
The rest of the show passed in a blur, with my head on his shoulder. The winning costume was someone dressed up in an elaborate Robotech suit. It was technically impressive, but a little blunt force for me. There was no elegance to it at all.
I was explaining all of this to Daddy as we were walking out. I wasn’t paying much attention to where we were going as he knew the way. That’s when he suddenly paused and moaned.
“Are you ok, Daddy?” I asked, concerned.
“Yeah, my knee just twinged. I must have pushed a bit too hard the last few days. Just let me sit for a second,” he said, gesturing towards a chair in one of the areas where cosplayers hung out, although there was no one around at the moment. He sat down and I fussed over him for a few minutes.
“I should have been nagging you more to take care of yourself. You always try to do too much on these things,” I said.
“Yes princess,” he said, in a slightly condescending tone. I gave him a light tap on the back of the head, and he laughed. Then his face got serious.
“This is the scene of the crime, did you notice?” he asked.