Author's note: There's something about the Inside Jessica Nigri series that really captures my imagination. It reminds me of the innocence of being a teen and exploring the world around me, even with Charlie's sudden swap of genders. Here's the next part of Charlie's adventures of being inside Jessica Nigri.
"Deadpool Day!" the text read.
"He's sounds happier today," Cameron said his voice all groggy. He had just awoken up from his late night at Comic-Con. The two had split up for the rest of the day after Charlie left for his Assassin's Creed promo shots. Cameron spent his day at the con wondering into in the nerd paradise, he was in heaven. Despite Cameron and Charlie both wanting to room together they decided it was best they got separate hotels since Cameron was still underage they didn't want their favorite celebrity in any controversy, even if Charlie was her.
A photo of Charlie as Deadpool appeared in his phone with the text "Meet me at the front entrance."
"Just woke up, give me thirty minutes." Cameron sent back and grabbed a few kleenex.
***
"How do I look?" Charlie stuck a pose.
"Holy shit dude! You look fucking fantastic!" Cameron's mouth hung open.
"Thanks! I actually made this costume myself. I wanted to keep it a secret from you since I know you love Deadpool."
"Dude, you literally just combined my two favorite things in one: Jessica Nigri and Deadpool. If I had a ring I'd ask you to marry me."
"Please don't, I literally had to turn down not one but four marriage proposals yesterday. I don't want to break your heart too."
"Haha, alright. So what's the plan for today?"
"Well, first of all I'm not working today so we can do whatever you want."
"Alright, well let's go check out what's on the floor and go from there."
***
"Deadpool Nigri!" A fan said to Charlie. "Can I get a photo?"
"Sure thing!" Charlie said striking another pose.
"Thank you so much. I love your work by the way!" The fan said and walked away.
"Wow, you're in a great mood today," Cameron said. "Am I sure I'm talking to Charlie in there and no the real Jessica."
"Don't be silly, I'm still Charlie."
"What's with the change of mind?"
"Have you ever tried alcohol before Cameron?" Charlie looked his friend in the eyes.
"Nope, never. You know this." The boy paused and stopped in his tracks. "Are you drunk?"
"Maybe a little. My hotel has a minibar, I decided to give it a shot." He laughed at his own pun. "At first I tried vodka, which burnt a lot. I nearly gagged, but I was overcome with a sudden sensation of warmth so I did another shot, this time of whiskey. It tasted better but still hurt. That's when this drink called Fireball caught my eye, I took a shot and it tasted amazing, I took two more then changed into Deadpool. And now I feel great!" Charlie spun around with his guns in the air. "Let's go over here." He said pulling his friend into an empty room.
***
"I know what you want," Charlie said.
"What do you mean?" Cameron asked, his voice trembled a little bit.
"You want to touch my boobies."
"Well yeah, so does every guy."
"I want to apologize for not letting you yesterday. You're my best friend, I was just in a crappy mood is all. Being Jessica isn't as easy as it looks."
"I never asked to," Cameron said trying his hardest to suppress any motion in his pants.
"Please, you pretty much forgot I had a face the moment we met up. Here, I'll let you touch them, but first you got to get through this!" Charlie held up his toy guns directly as Cameron.
"You think you can stop me?"
"Oh I know I can stop you." Charlie taunted. And with that Cameron playfully dashed towards his friend. This was the best Comic-Con a boy could ask for.
