'Letting mom come to the state Smash tournament is nice of you, it's the right thing to do'; or so you continue to reassure yourself. Since your father passed a couple months back she's fallen into something of a slump, as to be expected, but it's your duty to make sure she doesn't stay there. A month ago you decided to invite her to a Smash tournament; it was like she sparked to life! Eager to 'earn the opportunity', mom did her research, and after a couple hours of searching on 'the google', she stumbled upon something big: Cosplay.

Mom always made your costumes, for every school play and trick-or-treating outing, so the idea of dressing up as a character from your favorite video game really seemed to excite her; you're still her 'big man'! She made it a big deal to surprise you day of; for better or worse.

The day before the tournament came faster than expected. You're nearly finished getting ready to head out when there is a knock on your bedroom door. *knock* *knock* *knock* "Hey! I think I'm ready for my big reveal!" Mom sounds anxious and excited; she hasn't sounded so giddy in months. "Alright, I'm ready." The door creaks open and you're jaw has plummeted to the floor. Is that? "Whaddaya think?" Mom nervously awaits your approval, clad in a skin-tight, cyan bodysuit, a la Zero Suit Samus. Geometric lines have been carefully notched into the suit, complete with color-accuracy and LEDs. "Oh!" She removes her bookish glasses, batting her eyelids like a timid doe over sea blue eyes; are those contacts? "Y-You look..." "Terrible! I know, sorry, hun." Mom blushes, shooting a sexy pose before faltering awkwardly, "It's silly, I should change." She slowly works her gloved hands to the blonde wig's ponytail as if to take it off. "No!" God no, she's perfect, "You look, like a...a model." "Hey! It's fine. Could you just help me unzip." Her voice carries defeat, but as your hands make for the zipper near the nape of her neck, you can feel her body heat. A strong urge