Just a Girl Named Bridget!!! (Ea)(Com)

A commission for WildCirno

The Trinity Gardens convention center was packed up today; that’s because it was currently hosting a huge anime and video game convention. There were over ten thousand con-goers, with nearly half of them in costumes.

Bridget was one such person, and she was dressed up as none other than the person she named herself after, that being Bridget from guilty gear, whom she related a lot with because both of them are trans women.

She had previously cosplayed as Bridget at several conventions, but today she was wearing a costume design she came up with herself. Today she was Bridget in a very cute bunny girl suit, which looked amazing.

Well, it was mostly amazing. Her waist cincher gave her some fake curves, and her adhesive breast inserts gave her somewhat of a bust to help fill out the top of her costume. The only real problem she had was down below.

Despite using something to try and slim her unwanted bits down, they were still visible, which meant she had a bulge showing, which was not only humiliating, but it was also causing her to feel extremely dysphoric.

Bridget wished more than anything that she could just get rid of it, or more like that she never had it. It would make her life so much happier, not to mention she could wear more things like her current costume without feeling bad.

Unfortunately, such a thing would never happen, so the best she could do was readjust and try to make it less noticeable and uncomfortable, then somehow try to enjoy the rest of the convention she was attending.

As she was trying to adjust behind a bush, she suddenly felt strange, but not like she was sick or hurt, but strange. Figuring something was going on and that a minute to herself couldn’t hurt, Bridget scurried off to one of the gender-neutral private bathrooms in the back of the convention center.

She had to wait in line, as there were a few other trans con-goers waiting to go, which was somewhat comforting to see others like herself but also pretty inconvenient when you need the bathroom. Once she got inside, she locked the door and sat down on the toilet.

She lowered her hood and loosened up her leotard so she could get her hands down the front of her suit to readjust her problem area. There was only one problem with that. When she grabbed the pad she was using to hide her bulge, she noticed the bulge felt smaller.

It was also the source of her strange feeling. She was worried she had done something to damage them, not that she'd care if they broke; she just didn’t want them to take her down with them. So she got up and walked over to the mirror because she was going to inspect them.

She was about to pull her leotard out of the way to check herself, but as she was looking at it in the mirror, she noticed it was quickly getting smaller and smaller. Any other person would panic or be completely shocked that a part of them was vanishing.

Bridget, on the other hand, was euphoric. Her heart was beating quickly and she felt like she was about to start floating. Once the bulge was gone, she sat there in disbelief of what she had just witnessed.

Once she had the confidence, she took her hand down and pressed it against the outside of her leotard where her bulge had been, and sure enough, she couldn’t feel anything remotely similar to a bulge, but she did feel what seemed like the female counterpart to it.

As she was touching it, she felt that strange feeling again, this time coming from her butt and her hips. Bridget puts her hand on her butt and looks down at her hips, and seconds later she could feel her butt getting a bit plumper, and she could see her hips getting wider.

A huge smile appeared on Bridget’s face as she realized she was changing, even if such a thing should be impossible. After her lower region changes, Bridget suddenly felt that feeling in her chest, which made her excitement grow.

She looked down at her chest, which was completely flat normally and didn’t really look like much even with her a-cup inserts. She was hoping she would get a real pair, even if they didn’t turn out to be the biggest ones.

Her chest started to expand, and quickly the top of her leotard felt incredibly tight. They turned out even better than Bridget could have hoped; she didn’t know for sure, but her new size had to be somewhere around a c-cup, which was perfect.

Bridget gently placed her hands under them to see if they were as real as they looked. Once they were in the palm of her hands, she nearly started screaming from how excited she was to have them on her.

Bridget’s euphoria grew to heights she never knew possible. This was the best thing to happen to her, and she couldn’t believe it. Even better, it seemed it wasn’t done yet, as her face was now feeling strange like the other part had before changing.

That was one part of her that Bridget also disliked; she always felt her face was too masculine and that her Adam's apple was way too noticeable. So if they were about to change, she’d have the body she’d always dreamed of.

Bridget got in close to the mirror and watched her face as it slowly changed. It started with her face, taking away the square shape she had and replacing it with a smaller, more rounded one. Then it moved to her eyes, which became slightly larger, with much thicker eyelashes.

Bridget's mouth was wide open and showing off the biggest smile it could, which made sense as Bridget had never felt this happy, this right in her whole life. She could no longer hide her excitement and started to happily scream inside the bathroom, which those outside could hear.

She quickly stopped screaming, though, not because others might hear her, but because of how much softer her voice was. She hadn’t even thought about it, but it was truly the last piece of her that she hated, and that too was now gone.

What she saw in the mirror was amazing, too amazing, which made her think maybe this was a dream or perhaps someone drugged her water when she wasn’t looking and this was some sort of hallucination.

So she took her hands and pinched each of her cheeks as hard as she could, which hurt a lot, but despite the pain, Bridget could only laugh as she rubbed her cheeks and stared at herself in the mirror.

As she did, someone outside the bathroom finally got sick of her taking so long and came over and started pounding on the door. That startled Bridget and she ended up tripping on her heels and falling down. She picked herself up and rested on her knees as she checked herself.

The fall hurt a bit, but her costume and her new amazing body seemed unharmed. The knocking happened again, this time with the person sounding more concerned, as they clearly heard Bridget fall. Bridget cleared her throat and told them she was fine and would be right out.

Bridget then adjusted her costume, getting all the pieces back in the right place. She then looked at her crotch and smiled, knowing the bulge was gone made her so happy. She then stood up and walked to the door, unlocked it, and looked at the person waiting.

Bridget was surprised to find it was another person cosplaying Bridget. It was a guy who loved the character just like Bridget and was wearing her alt black-colored costume. Bridget apologized to them for talking so long, saying she had to adjust a few things.

The other cosplayer said it was alright and that he understood that himself; he was mostly only rushing her because he had to go so badly. He then told Bridget she looked great as he ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Bridget yelled through the door, telling him he looked great too, then she turned around and faced the convention. With her euphoria shooting through the roof still, she returned to the convention to fully enjoy it without worry.