We went to the back room, where the studio was and everyone began undressing. Oscar asked if there was a space for me to change, and I was given an alcove with a curtain. It was so shallow I was sure a few times I would fall over and land in the foto area.
I was about to ask if the pants when over or under the leotard when Oscar preemptively instructed me to put the pants on top. When I emerged into the room, the mirror was right in front of me.
When it was my turn to pose, Oscar instructed me to put my fists up. I tried to scowl through my antifraz (half-mask). And then he suggested we do one in "estilo modelo." So I put my hands on my hips and gave a sassy knee bend. I looked sideways at the camera. Though just as distant from my usual demeanor, somehow that felt more natural.
My turn was over and I walked back over to the waiting area. Tony, a mid-40s luchador from El Alto, told me “Eres muy bonita.” I responded “Me siento como WonderWoman.” Everyone laughed. But it was true. The costume does something. It makes you feel like someone else.