I went to a convention, dressed as Miku. I didn’t expect anything to go wrong. I wear glasses because my eyes cross without them. Lots of people say they were cute, so I smiled and said they were real. At one point I was standing around when I felt someone passionately tap my shoulder, so I turned to see who.

His hair was greasy and messy, his face was smothered in pimples, and seemed to secret grease. I asked him what he needed, and he asked for a photo. I smiled and said yes, doing a basic Miku pose. He frowned. “Miku-chan, I want you to show me your panties! I want to feel your kawaii boobs!”

Before I could react, he lunged forward and groped me, stuffing his hand in my panties and feeling around. I began to SCREAM. “HELP! HELP! THIS GUY IS MOLESTING ME!” A guard RUSHED over, right before the wanker slipped his fingers inside of my crotch. I was shivering and crying, collapsing to the ground and squeezing my legs together. Right before they lead the guy away, he yelled, “I WANK TO YOU MIKU-CHAN!”