Cosplayers are masochists, true story

I can't remember at what point my colleagues discovered I cosplay (might be the leave I take during CF, I dunno), but I always feel like I disappoint them greatly when I confess my cosplays aren't as mind-blowingly epic as what they're used to seeing (like pictures in newspapers, CF pics, etc). However it *is* nice that some of them do take a mild interest and ask me what am I cosplaying this year, or why are some people so god damn epic, or whether I have sexy friends (remember the assholic perv? Yeah. =____= He's also a god damn ungrateful fatass potato. But let's think of better things).

So anyway I was talking to Pearl about my weekend (which involved ridiculously cheap Stage cosmetics) and packing for CF and all.

Pearl: So how's your cosplay coming along?
me: It's pretty much ready, but my wig's not here yet-
Pearl: D8
me: But it's ok, a friend loaned me her wig as backup, so all is not lost! ^^b
Pearl: D8
me: It's ok, really! ^^;
Pearl: You're cosplaying a male character, right? What do you do with your boobs, bind them? It must be uncomfortable!
me: Well these days we have these nice comfy chest binders, they've got elastic that pushes the breasts back so while it's tight it's still comfortable and I can breathe just fine. ^^
Pearl: D8
me: It's a step up from the good old days of bandages and sports tape!
Pearl: You guys are MASOCHISTS. DDDDDD8

I never even thought about it that way! O_O

5 Days to CF!