Jasmine looked down to see an absolutely stunning blonde sobbing to herself. She wiped her grey, almond shaped eyes to look up at the goth in surprise. She was about five inches shorter than her, her breasts easily 72 DD and her hips even wider than hers. Her outfit consisted of blue fingerless gloves that covered her forearms, A tight white shirt with blue markings and a blue... she wasn’t sure what that was covering the girl’s shirt collar, but it matched her pleated skirt and heeled boots.
Adam was so stunned to see this random goth chick come and help her... hold on, her?!
“I’m not a chick, I’m a guy!” Adam sobbed as she hugged herself.
“Asuka? Baby, what are you talking about?” Jasmine asked.
“That’s not right! None of this is right!!!” Adam bawled with snot running down her face. ‘That’s not my name, I’m not a woman damn it!!!!’
Jasmine kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tight, Asuka becoming flustered.
“Ahhh, no! No no no...” she panicked as she scrolled frantically through her phone. The picture roll was full of her in various costumes posing so naturally. Her contacts looked different, Jayden’s number now said Jasmine, George’s was now Georgia, Roger’s was now Ronnie. Her instagram was full of this cosplay stuff, even the costume she was in right now from some Yugioh show, whatever the hell that was.
Jasmine turned her girlfriend around and held her face as she mumbled and cried.
“Baby... ssssssh... Asuka.... it’s okay. I’m here.... you’re just freaking out in this creepy old dump.” The goth comforted.
“That’s not my-“ Asuka started as the goth locked lips with her. Her eyes went foggy as she returned the kiss.
She remembered who she was and why she was here; her name was Asuka Miyamoto, and she was a cosplayer. She met Jasmine in 5th grade, close friends until the day they came out to each other. This day was special; they were finally both 18, and they were looking forward to the moment they were alone.
“Thank’s Jazzy, I feel so much better.” Asuka smiles.
The pair held each other tight as they laid down on the faded old matress. Jasmine slipped a hand down her girlfriend’s panties, rubbing in circles as the cosplaying beauty kneaded her breasts.