You are ushered through the airport security while your dad is probed by the Deep Flesh Scanner. With malicious glee, two of the security guards intervene, insisting on giving dad a pat down "just to make sure". You watch as they grope his tits and ass roughly. He turns a furious shade of navy blue.
"I've never been more humiliated in all my life," he hisses when he eventually allowed to pass and sashays up to you, utterly naked. "I got their names, they'll all be having a report filed against them when we get back. Don't think that they won't." His male voice oscillates in pitch as he talks, gradually replaced by a sultry female timbre.
"Better you than me," you say bluntly, arms folded. "That suit was sized for me, wasn't it?"
Still angry, he retorts, "I pay for the costumes. When you get a job and start buying your own gear, then you can choose who you want to be." He shrughs. "I suppose it could have been worse. They could have found my costume."
A siren blares as dad's hand luggage passes through the x-ray scanner for a second time. The guard reaches in and pulls out a pair of flesh-coloured gloves. With a sudden yelp, he drops them as three razor-sharp metal blades erupt from the knuckles of the gloves with a loud SNIKT.
"Oh shit," dad mumbles as a group of heavily armed anti-terrorist police barrel into the two of you and pin you to the ground.
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Five hours and two body cavity searches later, you are released from holding. You walk somewhat bow-legged into the departure lounge to catch your rescheduled flight and sit rather tenderly on one of the uncomfortable plastic benches.
"Where are you clothes?" you ask, referring to dad/mystique's ongoing nudity.
"Confiscated. They said I can't get my belongings back until San Diego," he mutters. He reaches underneath him, pulling a latex glove out of his ass with a rubber snap. "This isn't how I expected this holiday to start out," he winces.
He looks so glum that you almost feel sorry for him. You know he's spent a lot of money getting you to the comic-con this year, something that has always been his life's dream to visit. On the other hand, you're still kind of pissed, especially after the anal fingering you just endured.
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