As a lucky nerd managed to hit it off with cosplay hottie and camgirl Traci Murata, a fellow nerd witnessed their meeting, and whistled to himself. "Man, I wish I could find a girl like that that's into what I am!"
Unlike the previous nerd, a dyed-in-the-wool anime otaku, this nerd's interest skewed more toward horror films. Slasher villains, ghosts, zombies, and other movie monsters had long been his fascination, and soon, they'd be the fascination of someone close by...
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Kylie Bluth, freshman and unassuming pre-med student, rolled her eyes as she walked by a slutty Japanese chick and the nerd leering after her. "You two get lost on a way to a convention?"
Her soft-spoken quip went ignored. Which was fine. Kylie had always been somewhat reserved and wasn't looking to start a scene. In truth, dressed as she was in her simple T-shirt and jeans, she was envious of girls that could be so brazen in displaying themselves. And she probably would always be that way, even after she had spent the next eight-plus years of her life in school to become a doctor. She shrugged.
"I wish I was a least a little like her."
Like a switch flipped in her body and mind, Kylie gasped as a sudden surge of horniness flared up from within. "W-Whoa..."
Kylie's skinny body toned with fit, trim muscle. Her jeans tore around the knees, as well as her inner thighs, leaving her flesh exposed. Her teal shirt shrank into a tanktop that bared her midriff, and her soft belly hardened into a six-pack as her modest, near flat bust ballooned outward into a pair of proper tits.
"Oh...ooooh my god..." Kylie groaned and rubbed her head; her trimmed bob of brown hair grew down her neck and disheveled. Her backpack, loaded with the books needed for the day's classes, shifted weight, and as she pulled it off her back, it turned into a canvas duffle bag. "Uh...?"
Confused, she set the bag on the ground and opened it. Inside were a pair of black leather gloves. She put them on without thought. And then she pulled out a weathered brown jacket, battered and torn. Stone-faced, she pulled it on, as well.
"Mmm." Kylie stood quiet for a moment. Playing dress-up was fun, but character was important, too. There was no point in putting on a costume if she couldn't embody the character, could she? With a slight smile crossing her beautiful lips, she kept her eyes focused while allowing them to go glassy and lifeless. The perfect thousand-yard stare for one of her favorite costumes to wear, no matter how simple it was.
Kylie reset her feet as her tennis shoes warped and stretched into a pair of black boots that laced up her shins. There was only one costume piece left. The most iconic, and important part. She reached into the duffle, and pulled it out.
It was an old-school goalie mask of white plastic, lined with holes and painted with a few distinctive red markings. Any horror fan would of course instantly recognize it from a certain popular slasher film series of the '80s. And its main character had, only a few years ago, been given a sultry makeover with a "bishoujo" anime girl design.
Kylie donned the mask, off-set over her left eye to leave the rest of her beautiful face, and her thousand-yard death stare visible to the world. She looked down at the bag. The remaining contents would definitely draw attention on campus, but...
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His wish spoken, the nerd had thought little else of the notion. Just because his friend got lucky didn't mean that fortune would smile the same on him. He shrugged, and returned to his magazine.
"Oooh, Fangoria!"
"Hmm?" The nerd lowered the magazine and stared. "I...I...you..."
Before him was a vision of beauty. A twisted take on a classic character, she loomed over his small, seated form with a machete in her left hand and an ax hoisted over her opposite shoulder. And he knew her from sight. She was a hot cosplay model he had seen online and jacked off to more than once. "Killer...?"
"That's right..." Kylie Bluth, better known by her alias Killer Blood, leered down at the nerd. "Is that the latest issue?"
The nerd nodded, left dumb in her presence.
Killer flashed a deranged smile. She looked like she could let loose with either of her blades at the drop of a hat. "You want to tell me what's in it?"
"Uh...s-sure!"
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Just as the pair before them had bonded, nerd and cosplayer bonded over discussion of horror fandom. And not half an hour later, Killer had sucked him off, eager to treat such a devoted fan of hers to something better than jacking off.
Of course, the nerd would soon find that his new girlfriend was hardly low-maintenance. But she was hot, she loved being spooky, and she was destined to make a fortune on webcam shows with him as her boyfriend.
Fri May 10 03:46:19 2019
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