Chapter #19Steve Patterson by: Seuzz   Lin is nearby. "Go tell the freak I need my purse," you tell her.
"You tell him," she retorts.
"I need to stay here, which is why I need him to come to me. You can go hide in a closet or whatever after you tell him." She glares at you, but disappears.
You return your gaze to Steve and slowly advance on him. "Hey, I've been looking you," you tell him. "Oh, hi, Kim." Your voice is much deader when addressing her. Back to Steve: "I need your help with something."
"Yeah?"
"I've got an itch where I can't reach." You turn around. "If you could just—Mmm, yeah. That feels good. But lower. Lower. Oh, Steve, that's wonderful. But a little to the left. And lower."
You look over your shoulder. Kim turns away with a disgusted look; Steve, being so much taller, is bending over.
"Oh, here, let's go where it'll be easier for you," you say. You move toward the stairs. "I'll just go stand on one of those, and then you can—" He's already touching you again. "Oh, yes. But to the left. Further. Lower."
"You can't reach there?" he asks in a bemused tone. He pinches you, and you squeal.
"Come on," you dimple over your shoulder at him. "Maybe if I stand on the top stair you can reach it."
He snorts and turns—and freezes. Will is standing not far behind, gazing at the two of you with an amused expression. He has the first floor hallway all to himself, and Patterson won't be able to go back to the rest of the party without squeezing past him. He whirls back around and follows you up.
There are people in the upstairs hallway, but there is no one in the bedroom when you peek in again. "Oh, this is the perfect spot."
"I don't think we're allowed in here," Patterson says. He follows you in anyway.
"I need a private spot if I'm going to show you where I ... itch." You press up against him and look straight up. Your chin barely touches his breastbone. "I itch right here." You guide his hand to the front of your skirt. "Do you think you can scratch me there?"
He rolls his eyes, with reason. This is a very un-Yumi performance. On the other hand, it's the kind of fantasy you've had about Yumi pulling on you, which should make it irresistible.
He resists it. "Okay, what's going on? You lose a bet or something?"
"Oh, please don't say that, Steve." You throw your arms around his torso and hug him. Behind him, you see Prescott watching from the doorway. But someone puts a hand on his shoulder and he turns around.
"No, seriously. I don't mind the idea," Patterson says, "but don't fucking lie to me." He turns around and sees Prescott. The latter is now facing out into the hallway, blocking all egress from the room by draping his arms across the doorway. The guy confronting him glowers, and he repeats the trick with the cigarette and the "lighter." As he does so, he looks over his shoulder back at Patterson with an insolent stare.
"The fuck is going on?" Patterson mutters.
You gasp and grip him tightly. "Come on," you urge. "Let's go in the bathroom. He won't follow us there." You pull a reluctant Steve back into the bathroom and shut the door, thanking your lucky stars you went with the Prescott-as-backup plan.
After a few moments, you start to sniffle, and Patterson puts his hands on your shoulders. "He's been following me, or some shit like that," you sob. "Oh God, Steve, I'm so scared." You hug him, and he holds you ... though not too tightly, you notice.
You snuffle into his shirt and then recover yourself. "Maybe he's gone," Steve suggests. He cautiously opens the door, and jumps when you shriek.
"It's my purse!" you gasp, and point to the floor, where Will has set it down in front of the door. "I left it at home. How did--?" You snatch it up and push the door closed, narrowly avoiding catching Patterson's fingers. You rummage through it and groan. You draw out a blank mask. "Oh my God."
"The fuck is that?" Patterson asks.
You stare down at it. "Don't you see what it is?" you moan. He bends down—
--and you jam it up against his face. He falls like a tree.
You whip open the door. Will is blocking the doorway and you hiss at him. He closes the bedroom door on the empty hallway and hurries into the bathroom; you close that door too, and it is suddenly very crowded.
"Help me get him out of these things," you order. You pull off Patterson's sweatshirt while Will pulls off his shoes and socks; both of you pull his pants and underwear off. You then whip off your own clothes, glad that the golem who was wearing Yumi earlier had thought to put on something simple and skimpy. "Now you need to get out of your clothes," you order your twin as you undress.
This is the tricky part, since you weren't able to research the spell you really wanted to use for this hand off. You drag the very heavy but still unconscious Patterson back into the bedroom to a spot where he is hidden by the bed and drop Prescott's clothes next to him. You order Prescott to lay down in the bathroom. When the mask reappears on Patterson's face, you rip the mask off Prescott, swivel on your heel, and drop it onto Patterson's face. He instantly transforms into Prescott. Good enough: When he wakes he'll know to dress and leave the party. You close the bathroom door and forget about him.
The tricky part is in the bathroom: Yumi, now stripped of the Will-golem-mask, has now returned to her original form, and though she is still unconscious she is not likely to remain that way for long. You hide the Yumi mask under the sink and clap the new Patterson mask to your face. You fight to stay awake during the transformation, and you think you succeed, but it hurts like hell; it feels like your body is being wrenched all out of shape. A hard spasm hits you and you yelp. Then it is over.
But your cry has woken Yumi. You see her eyelids flutter. You'd hoped to get dressed and away from her before this moment ...
Thinking quickly, you lean in and begin sucking on her breast. You ignore the sharp intake of breath you hear and keep kissing until she pushes you away. You look up with a leer. "Come on, just give five more minutes and we can go again." You bend over her breast, but she slaps at you. "Ow! The fuck?"
She looks around in wild confusion, as well she might: as far as she knows, she has been suddenly teleported from her car into a bathroom, and stripped of her clothes as well. "What--? What--?" she gasps.
"Oh, come on," you sigh. You reach up to cradle her head, but she slaps you away. "Look, you want to try again or not? I can cum all night long, but maybe third time will be the charm for you." You grin at her.
Her face turns an alarming mix of red and white as she scrambles to her feet. "Get away from me, you— You—" She peeks out into the bedroom and then looks around the bathroom.
You reach up and pinch her ass. "Okay, if you're not ready yet, can you suck me off until you are?"
"I'll kick you in the balls if you touch me again, you fucker!"
You snatch her dress off the floor and hurl it at her head. "Get the fuck away from me, you psycho bitch! Make up your mind if you wanna ride the Patterson rocket or not." Her face twists up and she runs from the room.
You lock the door after her and lie back on the cool tile floor. There's hardly enough room for your now very long frame, so you stretch a long leg and rest it on the door. Nice calf, lightly downed with hair. Strong thigh. You peer down and cup your new balls and cradle your new cock. Nice length and girth, very proportional to your six-and-a-half-foot frame. A sufficiently defined six-pack. You close your eyes, lean your head in the crook of your arm, and fantasize about how nice it would have been to have Yumi for real.
But after a few moments you get up and dress, pulling on your black briefs and long Levis; the ankle cut socks and sneakers; the sweatshirt. You pat your pockets; yeah, wallet, keys, loose cash, cell phone. You lean over and look at yourself in the mirror: gray eyes, straight teeth, small nose in the middle of a flat face. Not too handsome, but not bad on top of a trunk like you now possess.
You check the clock on your cell phone: almost eleven. Plenty of time to score some real action before your two o'clock curfew, which is itself just a joke. On the other hand, if you don't head for Steve's bedroom, you need to get back to Blackwell's place before twelve, which is when the security system kicks it up to "high" and lets no one in.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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