Misguided Vampires:
Of Torns and Tears, Part 3
One day at the convention went like this: the majority of goers were between 14 to 40 years old; the lobby was crowded in the morning of said people dressed up for one big Halloween party, in character and costumes that Jan wouldn't have a clue as to whom or what they were. He did occasionally make a few glances at a dozen or so catgirls that walked by. It perplexed him to see a few in Nazi costumes, but Shinny reassured him that they were dressing up as the villains from a popular Anime and Manga series; although Jan swore one was dressed like Doc.
Compared to Shinny, her friends were the fans of this particular culture while she was a casual viewer, forcing Jan to watch a few of her favorite series episode before hand. He never really got to know their names, but they were identifiable all the same. One guy was over 20-years-old with blonde hair that had been streaked with blue and red lines and pensioned for leather everything; one girl appeared the most normal save for her own black cat ears on top of her head she wore in a head band; the youngest was a few inches shorter than Shinny, wearing a pink choker and a red and black horizontal striped shirt and black pants, a red lip ring pinched along her bottom left lip. Jan got along well with the quiet guy, who was the only one not bothered by his constant swearing while the young man was checking out any and all girls at the convention, something Jan in this case had to be extra careful with, or risk, literally, being led on a leash like one couple did.
They went through all the dealers' stands and watched people in costumes play a giant version of chess, amid squealing girls squawking over the various cute and distant attractive young men. Jan wondered if there was a guy walking around and selling ear plugs. He really tried to take whatever event or vacation he was dragged to just to see Shinny happy and without making her think he would run off with another girl somewhere or if there were never any boobs and legs that he didn't like. And at an event like this, everyone was showing off what they had than normally.
He heard of rumors of a hairy guy with a noticeable beer belly and just as hairy going around dressed in a skimpy outfit based off an extremely sexy cartoon girl. Just one more sign of Jan's devotion to a real girl. Jan did love Shinny dearly, even though he had his own rules of showing affection and trying to not be so lovey-dovey, but his days of chasing after live strippers and dancers were long gone. There wasn't anyone that could put up with his rudeness and wise-ass remarks better than Shinny. Sometimes there were days when he crossed the line by an inch but made it out with his own skin on; little did he know what it would really feel like to be on the other side of line.
Despite his complains as usual, nothing out of the unusual happened. Yet, it wasn't until one girl dressed as a sexy cat trotting along. "Shiva" was a famous con-goer that went to all the East Coast conventions that she was eventually invited as a special guest. She was dressed in all black, blouse and folded skirt which shook her long black tail that trailed her back, with hand sewn "mittens" and fishing hooks painted yellow and inserted into the fingers for her "claws". She also wore high black boots glued with black felt fabric; stockings covered her legs. Her specialty was going up to random people, purring and rubbing along their legs and faces and tinkling her gold bell ball, hung along an all red studded collar.
Jan was talking to quiet guy when Shiva "pounced" on him; by pounce, she wrapped her arms and mittens over his neck, her one leg up in the air with acting a gleeful joy. She brought her tail over to his head to tickle under his nose and trace along his beanie cap; which she then swiped clean off his head. His poofy thick hair swished at his bangs, looking like a dark cotton swab. The quiet guy hid a nonchalant smile as Jan tried to grab his cap back. Shinny and the other girls came out of a panel room about writing yaoi fan fiction, giggling with each other like little girls hearing a funny secret. It wasn't until Jan kept playing the game keep away that Shiva leapt off the ground and grabbed hold of Jan, holding onto him with her legs crossed around his back, her chest gyrating against his.
"JANNI!"
He knew who the exasperated and near-shouting voice belonged to. Only the closest oncoming groups of people and attendees that passed the Shiva display were quieted down by the sound and stared at the young lady in the long black skirt, eying the tall dark man with a Catgirl around his waist. Jan wanted to say something, about to open his mouth when he thought to himself that he was faced with 2 options. Either he would say that it wasn't what it looked like or try to claim his innocent on the matter; which the later would've worked if Shiva was hanging onto his lean body. It was then that Jan didn't need to say anything; Shinny all of a sudden quieted down and lowered her arm that was raised in aggravation and shock. Not wanting to make a scene, she just played along with the ongoing; a mock voice of anger over Shiva and to keep her paws off her man, to which Shinny came over and took Jan by the arm, pulling and dragging him away; his arm squeezed too tight over her hands and her fingers too close away from digging further into his skin.
He was only brought back to the small group to be shoved off to another panel that was starting in fifteen minutes; not enough time to get the front seats but to at least be seated with the audience and not forced to stand up on the walls. Jan thought Shinny would pull him over to a corner or a wall by the bathroom to demand why she was all over him or on the verge of crying when she made the demand. None of it happened though, but Jan could tell by her glare and her hand too tight around his than usual that he made a very, very big goof. He knew it wasn't his fault and surely to make it so if and when they fight over it. The quiet guy tried to ease him with a side conversation after the last panel the girls wanted to go to that day.
"What'ya think she'll do to you, man," his voice held a slight New Jersey twang, boisterous and vibrating, "Throw 'er pillow at ya? Yell till your ears bleed and her mouth goes dry? Grab a steak knife when we get to the restaurant tonight?" The quiet guy kept running the list down. Jan could only comeback with one word: a word that was self-defeatist and all knowing at the same time.
"Worse."
The dinner at the Shore Front Eatery kept a quiet dinner party, each almost afraid to say anything unless to incur some hidden wrath that would take out the restaurant of cosplayers and the nearest block. By the end of the night, with only the three nameless friends at the night long dance off party that the inn room only hosted Jan and Shinny, who scuffed off to the dresser near her bed and looking for her nightgown. She wasn't interested with the dance anyway, even though Jan peeved her off earlier.
"Look, Shin…" Jan tried to sound reasonable, feeling calling her "babe" wouldn't help the matter, "I had no fuckin' idea what that girl did. She took my friggin' cap off! And called me… 'fuzzy head'." Shiva called him that over and over, chanting and smile while she kept the cap to herself. Shinny smiled at the thought for a moment, but wanted to stand her ground more, turning around; the smile gone.
"But what was with her being all over you!"
"I don't know! Some…crazy fuckin' chick looking like a pussy just jumped me, like I was in an alley and some big ugly dude came out of nowhere and was gonna rape me or something. Honest, ba… I didn't want that psycho on me."
"You don't understand women, do you," she said out of the blue, which Jan looking at her puzzled.
"Wait, you don't think…"
"No all of us 'chicks' are crazy. I know how you don't like being here and with all these things going on…"
"Well, I wasn't gonna fuckin' no to you. Never did!"
"But I have seen you eyeing the other girls, all scantily dressed like the cute girls in the cartoons. Some with their boobs a few breaths away from popping out…"
Her last statement made Jan wiggle his cheeks with hot and bothered thought of girl's breasts plunging out. It was enough work to keep a straight face and keep his Mr. Happy from jumping up for joy.
"But, still… you probably wanted that more than anything." She finally ended her thought.
"Shinny…"
"Don't say anything, Jan. I guess," she shrugged her shoulders, "Boys will be boys." She found her gown and went into the bathroom to change, not wanting to look at Jan right away. He in turn growled to himself.
Boys will be boys. What the fuck does that mean, he thought; girls will be girls; that's what it should be.Jan was forced by himself to sleep on the hard floor; Shinny wanted him to come to bed, but he felt comfortable on the floor. There were times in his past where he slept where he fell or where brothels didn't have any beds, filthy, next to other drunken low-lives, it didn't matter; he wasn't was a low-life then; the "worse" that Shinny could do.
When he went to sleep, it was like a too surreal dream; with Shiva already clinging to him then jumping off, disappearing right to the floor. This left him with his own chest in view as if a mirror sprang up in front of him and could see himself in view; he swore he could feel himself growing in that way, his body giving way for his upper chest to grow, to plump out into small orbs steadily growing rounder. His slender body formed along his torso and produced small, hourglass curves and more protruding hips, his lips took on a life of their own, pulsing and beating into a fuller shape, as luscious as porn star's lips elevated with bright red stoplight lipstick. Any masculine feature he had along his face and head became softer, more delicate; his Adam's apple shrinking back into his neck; lesser hair on his legs; smaller feet. There wasn't anything he could do but let the space of dreaming take him on the ride of the human anatomy.
By early morning he was profusing sweat along his forehead and arms. As he wiped his head with his hand and his arm on his shirt, he felt past a large bump, two large bumps to be exact; right where his flat nipples should be. He grabbed them and squeezed them…and squeezed them again. Something wasn't right; jumping right up to his feet like any normal cat and stumbling for the mirror in the bathroom, knowing right away his feet where "daintier" and with legs not as muscularly lean. He spent a full minute crawling and dragging himself up to the bathroom counter, using a free arm when he pulled himself up to flick the light switch. Right in front of him, with equal yellow slanted eyes with a softer glare, looser shaped lips and a body with more curves than a dirt back road hidden under looser and bigger clothes. His cap shifted on the right side of his head; his own hair straight and wavy and longer, He knitted his eyes and immediately reached around his ass, squeezing it like a squishy, rotten melon, which to him was how women's butts should feel.
Right then and there, he figured out that there were things that were worse, like your girlfriend giving you the silent treatment and meager argument of what you did wrong. And then there were things that were "worse".
