Earlier this year, my parents took me to my first Expo. I had decided to wear my favourite boy-Lolita outfit (which involved ruffled just above the knee shorts, a blouse, binder and a little pirate hat) and the day was going pretty well. My parents decided to go and get food, and left me to wander around with a bit of cash for a while. I was looking at the plush toys for a while, mainly a Ciel Phantomhive one, when I feel someone stroking my (short) hair and touching my hat. I turn around, rather quickly, to see this rather large guy grinning at me, hand still on my head.
“You should get that.” He said, pointing to the plush, “You and Ciel are so alike. You’re both so kawaii…”
More than a little creeped out, I asked him to get off my hair and hat. He looked a little taken aback, and as I bought my plush, I hear him say, “I thought you were a little boy…”
Hastily grabbing my change, I wandered off. I thought that was the last of him.
Nope.
A few minutes later, I was looking at anime/manga t-shirts. And who do I notice a few feet away? The creepy hair-stroker. He came closer and said, creepily as ever, “You should get the Ciel-chan t-shirt…you’d look so (some random Japanese phrase) in that.” I was VERY creeped out by this point, and I walked away without buying anything. He followed me, grinning like mad, and at one point said “I can pretend you’re a boy, and you can still be my Ciel-chan.” I told him to go away, but he didn’t listen.
He only stopped when some random guy (whom I shall call Giggles) cosplaying as Pyramid Head (minus the head/helmet, which he was holding) and said VERY loudly, “Oh, babe, THERE you are! We’ve been looking for you!” and he walked me over to a group of other male cosplayers who, frankly, looked like they’d punch anyone who came near them.
Once the creeper had gone, Giggles told me that this guy had been following boy-lolitas and Ciel cosplayers all day.
I didn’t tell my parents when they got back, I just got on with the rest of the day and fortunately didn’t bump into the creeper again.
