This choice: Test out your new mask first • Go Back...Chapter #39It Lives! by: imaj   In some ways it’s a relief to be out of the Kendra mask. The old clothes you used to transport the golem from Patterson’s house to the school basement are loose and comfortable. Being free from Kendra’s thoughts nipping away at you, trying to steer you in ways you were never quite comfortable with, is a relief. Your mind is wholly your own again and the more unpleasant memories of what you did this afternoon are fading already.
But still…
Your gaze lingers on the neat pile of clothes you wore at Kristy Carlson’s party. The mask of Kendra glints invitingly on top of them. Being Kendra was an empowering experience. You were able to do things you’d never have dreamed of before, and it wasn’t just seducing Ian Carpenter. As Kendra you could push people around like pieces on a chess board.
You bite at your lip nervously – better to put those ideas out of your head for now and focus on what’s in front of you. The mask of Ian is already sealed, as is the one that combines Maria, Andrea and Tina. All you need to do is affix the mind band from the punk girl and it’s ready.
Patterson texted to let you know he’d be coming round in a little while, but you reckon you still have enough time to finish and play about with the golem before he arrives. With care and attention, you solder the mind band into place. You try to make out the details of the reflected face in the surface of the mask before realising it would be much simpler to just drop it on the golem now.
The golem is lying on top of a rug in the middle of the floor for some reason. Presumably Patterson paid it a visit between the last time you were here and now. You place the mask on the golem’s head reverentially and take a step back to watch.
You gulp as the grey surface of the golem softens into pale flesh. There is a faint stirring in your trousers, because it seems to have turned out rather well.
Very well in fact. The golem seems to incorporate the best features from all the three girls. Surprisingly it has turned out very pale, with no sign Maria’s tanned skin. Maria’s best feature, her amazing ass seems to be present, but it’s combined with a more conventional hourglass figure than she has. The hard edges of Andrea’s lean curves have been softened by what the mask has taken from Tina. The breasts don’t quite match the sheer exquisiteness of the ass, but they look very firm and quite the handful. The golem’s hair is something else too: Voluminous and shiny, it looks like it would reach the small of its back and has what seems like an impossibly dark red sheen to it.
So, yeah, you gulp again. It worked out pretty well.
The golem blinks a couple of times as it slowly gains awareness of its surroundings. “Oh. My God,” is the first thing it says, raising its hands to its breasts. “I finally got a visit from the boob fairy.” You recall from this afternoon that Chris was somewhat flat chested. “And that’s not my voice,” it says in a low register that reminds you of Tina, minus the accent anyway.
The golem hauls itself to its feet, pausing to lift a strand of its hair and examine it closely. It turns around a couple of times before spotting you. “Ok, what the fuck’s going on here,” it asks you in an accusatory fashion.
“Calm down,” you say quickly, raising your hands to ward her off.
The golem subsides and looks at you out of the corner of its eyes. “I was going to say that you weren’t the boss of me, but…” it says, glancing at the ceiling. “Well apparently you are.” It folds its arms defiantly, mashing its boobs in the process. “God these are more awkward than I’d have thought.”
“I just want to talk for a bit Chris,” you explain.
“So talk,” it says. “Obviously you know who I am.” It stops for a second to look down at itself again. “Or who I think I am. Some answers about why I’ve changed would be nice. Also: who the hell are you?”
“Actually we met earlier today,” you explain, walking over to the pile of Kendra’s clothes. “I just looked at little different.”
“That’s the dress Kendra was wearing at the Carlson party,” exclaims the golem as you search the purse for the compact mirror that you know is inside. “Is she here too…” the golem tails off. “Wait, are you telling me you were Kendra? That’s fucking insane”
“Is it? Take a look at yourself,” you say, throwing the golem the makeup compact. It flips it open and examines itself.
“Is that… Me? How?”
“Would you believe magic,” you ask. The golem snorts its disbelief. “Can you think of another explanation. Look, never mind – the important thing to understand is that you aren’t really Chris.”
“I sure as fuck feel like I am,” argues the golem. “Except for the whole having to do whatever you say bit.”
“That’s because you have all Chris’ memories right up to the point where I put the mind band on her. Which I then attached to this mask which makes you look like that.”
“Who is this, by the way,” it says, gesturing at itself. “Is it a copy of someone too?”
“It’s a mix of three people: One of Alyssa’s friends by the name of Tina, a cheerleader from Westside and the Westside swim team captain. Basically you’re…”
“Frankenstein,” interrupts the golem. “I get it. What I don’t understand is why go to the effort of all this.”
“You mean the monster, Frankenstein was the creator,” you rub your chin with your hand. “You see, the thing is... Look, I’ll be upfront about it: We want you to seduce a girl.”
“I see,” says the golem frostily. “And if I say no? No, I can’t, can I? Why is it so important?”
“Well, its… She’s… She’s like you,” you say sheepishly. The golem actually laughs at you and you blush a bright red. “Except she’s not open about it, more kind of repressing it in fact. It’s making her hurt people around her I guess. She’s even got a boyfriend that she uses to convince herself that she isn’t… well…”
“A dyke,” laughs the golem. “Go on, say it. But yeah, that actually sounds noble. I may even actually help you.”
“Tell me why,” you say without thinking.
“Because I’ve got this thing about people being able to be who they are without having to worry about what the rest of the world thinks,” blurts the golem before it realises what its doing. “Oh that was unfair.”
“You don’t mind,” you say flatly and the golem’s pout disappears. “In fact, you want to help. You feel sorry for her.”
“I… do… want to help,” says the golem. “I feel kind of sorry for this girl. Who exactly is it I’m feeling sorry for?”
“Ah,” you say, looking around for the mask of Chelsea. “Let me show you.” The old clothes you’re wearing are quite loose and should be able to accommodate Chelsea’s more ample proportions. You suffer a little dizziness as you put on the mask and your vision blurs but you manage to remain upright.
“No way,” says the golem. “Chelsea Cooper? Chelsea fucking Cooper? I take it back, I'm not Frankenstein, I'm the bride of Frankenstein. Do you seriously expect me to believe she’s into other girls?”
“Wait, you know Chelsea,” you ask the golem.
“Everyone at Eastman knows who she is,” explains the golem. “Alyssa made sure of it. She’s a complete and utter bitch.” The golem stops for a second. “Chelsea is, not Alyssa. Although she’s a bitch in her own way.”
“Well that’s it I think,” you reply “She’s a bitch because she’s repressing her true feelings and trying to conform to some kind of ideal of what she should be like.”
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