Okay wait! I know I should be working on my other stories and I am...but...I CANT HELP IT! I get one idea after another and I need to share it! So that more people can start branching out for other ideas of stories! So put away the pitch forks and torches! Oh and I've never been to a Comic-con or anything of the like so I'm going to write an experience that I feel is similar but I highly doubt it so I'm sorry if I get the system wrong!


It was a convention, and I had on the perfect cos-play. I was my gender bender version of Zoro from after the time skip. I had my hair dyed emerald green as it fell down in small waves to my waist and pulled into a low pony tail, even the three earrings on my left ear. I had a make up scar running over my left eye and had trained myself to keep my eye closed, just for this very convection. I have on a personally made exact look like to Zoro's open dark-green coat, closed at the waist with a red sash in which my plastic replicas of his swords are. I had a black strapless push up bra under the coat and a well made scar running diagonally up my chest. The sleeves of the coat rolled up to the elbow and around my upper arm a black cloth tied. Underneath fitting snuggle around my waist was a green haramaki, black pants tucked into black boots.

"I'm so going to win the bet!" I cheered out as I stepped off the bus and waved to the passengers that were admiring my cosplay. Them knowing my hard work. Adjusting the bra slightly I started walking into the convention building, straightening my posture as I carried my back back over one shoulder and allowed my one hand to rest on the hilt of my Sandai Kitetsu. I walked over to the security check and the scanned me for anything harmful. I unsheathed my swords for them to see the plastic weapons before I got my pass and entered the lively scene. I reached inside my coat, were I sew in a inner pocket and took out my smartphone. I send a text to my friend.

:Okay, I'm at the convention, you here yet?: -Sent

I waited a few before getting a reply.

:Oh I'm here and I can see you! Oh Johann owes you 150 bucks for sure!: I look around and soon there was a bubbly red head waving spastically,not a word, at me. Smiling I jog over and hugged her.

"Anthia! I'm so glad you took on this bet! You should enter the cosplay competition." The red heard grinned as she was dressed in casual and with her pass around her neck. That's me Anthia Archangel. Weird huh? But I chose that name myself after getting adopted at the age of 8. I'm an orphaned child. My parents are unknown, and I wish I knew them or why I'm not with them, still stings... but my foster parents are awesome! I mean they actually contributed to this outfit. So now as a 19 year old I am happy with my blessings.

"I know right? He better man up or else I'll go Santoryu on his ass..." We both shared a giggle before I got a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and smiled as the fellow convention goer held up a camera and smiled widely.


Narrator POV


Anthia stepped into the ladies room to use it after drinking her 3rd soda. Stepping into a stall she maneuvered her costume and relieved herself, unaware of her world changing on the outside. She stepped out of the stall and washed her hands before situating her back pack over her shoulder and reaching into her inner pocket to pull out her phone but paused on her way to the door. As she pulled her hand out and looked to it her eyes widen. In her hand were a pair of den den mushi. One looked like a baby den den for ranged calls while the other looked like a video/camera den den mushi. She felt her one eye widen and immediately felt pure pain when her other eye attempted to do the same. She stumbled back, holding her left eye and gripped the counter of the sinks.

"W-Why...?" She said barely above a whisper as a new pain was introduced on her chest. Lifting her head she looked into the mirror and nearly fell back to the floor as a scream died in her throat. The person standing in that mirror, wearing an expression she just knew was her own, was anime. And not just any anime, One Piece. Tall, once milky white skin now lightly tanned, with a very hourglass figure and large breast and wide hips. Her black bra was gone and just the coat covered her nipples and by some magic were not sliding off to expose or anything, as thought and imaginary thread was holding the gap at bay. She stared at the one eye, a deep green while the other had the scar that was meant to be simple make up but as she inspected closer, it was now real. The pain was enough evidence to that. She looked down at the diagonal cut that came up from her right hip, between her breasts and to her left shoulder. She lightly traced a finger over the stitches hoping that they would smudge off slightly but was met with the rough texture of actual stitches. "H-How...I..." She was lost. She was hoping that she probably fell asleep and this is a fanfiction induced nightmare.

She looked to her side as her mind finally registered the weight increase. Slowly she grabbed the hilt of Wado and unsheathed the plastic blade. She was met with the sound of an actual metal sword sliding out and she held it out in front of herself. It was Wado. The Wado Ichimonji. She ran a finger over the metal surface of the flat side of the sword before carefully sheathing it again. She looked to her hands and clenched them. She could feel her muscle tone change. She knew it because she was certain that she could never pull out a sword like that easily and the weight at her hips was almost not there, implying her body as it is now was use to the weight. Turning to the door she felt her heart sink before pocketing the den dens she had placed on the counter.

"Well...Now or never..." She said meekly before walking over to the door and opening it. Stepping through it she found herself stepping out of what would be the ladies bathroom of a bar. She set her focus on the door and walked, her one hand securely around the white hilt of Wado. 'Almost there...Just get out and find somewhere to breathe...' She thought to herself as the stares she was receiving were uncomfortable. She was so close when the doors opened before her. She blinked her one eye and looked up at who opened the doors to come in. She felt her eyes widen as she felt something tackle her back to the ground. She hissed as her head hit the wooden floor of the bar or restaurant. "Itte...!" She muttered in pain before sitting up as she felt a weight shift on top of her. She lifted her head at the same time that someone had lifted their head out from between her boobs. She should be yelling at them for attempted rape but she was too lost and in shock at the face she was looking at. "Luffy...?" She whispered and the Straw Hat Captain grinned like the idiot we all know and love.

"Zoro! There you are! Did you get lost again?" He said as he sat straddling her waist, he probably didn't notice he has the wrong green haired swordsman. "And when did you get these? Is you're chest swelling so bad?" He poked at her breast and she felt her cheeks burn a shade darker. She squirmed before managing to sit up when the Rubber Monkey finally stood up. She rose to her feet and looked down to him, being taller than him of course.

"I'm...Not Zoro..." She said carefully even though she felt like it was futile.

"You're acting weird Zoro, Are you sick? Did this place give you something bad?" She was touched by the worry he had for the green swordsman but she needed to clear the air.

"N-No! I'm not Zoro, I'm Anthia Archangel." She said quickly then realized she said her name wrong. "I mean Archangel Anthia!"

"I need to get you to Chopper!" He said with a wide grin and soon his rubber limb wrapped around her waist and she was out the door, flying as the rubber captain went flying to the what she guessed were the docks of the town. She screamed bloody murder as she was dragged into a big adventure. Whether she liked it or not!


So...what do you think? *dodged rocks and glass* SORRY!