Chapter #23Kim in Charge by: Seuzz   You feel your eyes light up when you open the bedroom door for Kim. She is just so adorable, with a pert little red bob over a lightly freckled face. You give her a slightly lingering hug after pulling her in. "Thanks so much for coming over," you gush.
"What's this all about, Chelsea?" she asks in a guarded tone.
"Oh, you'll see," you reply carelessly. "But can you hang on a moment? I have to get something ready."
Now that it's come to the point, you realize that the switch is going to be tricky: getting the mask on her and getting Chelsea's mask off yourself and onto her before she wakes up. So, with a quick apology you step into Chelsea's personal bathroom. It's all soft and colored with apricot--a shade that nicely highlights her own golden hue--and you almost change your mind about the switch as you watch yourself in the mirror as you disrobe. Shorts and top and bra and panties slip off, leaving only Chelsea's own smooth skin and form. With a sigh you slip your finger in and out of your pussy and suck on it as a delicious vibration goes through you. Oh, but Kim has got to be almost as good. Almost, but certainly not, Chelsea's own mind quickly adds. You lay down on the rug and pull the mask off.
* * * * *
You fight to stay awake, but you don't succeed, though you think that you've probably not been out long. You put your ear to the door and hear Kim rustling around, so she's not panicking or anything over your absence. With a quick smirk you pull on Chelsea's own bathrobe--which is quite short, and barely covers your nakedness--before stepping out.
Kim does a comical double take and her jaw falls open. "W-- Will?" she squeaks.
"Yeah!" you grin. "Didn't Chelsea tell you she's cheating on Gordon with me? Now, where's the-- Oh, there it is." Kim is so dumbstruck she can't react as you snatch up the blank mask and jam it onto her face. She falls back onto the bed.
While she's out, you lock the bedroom door and retrieve Chelsea's mask from the bathroom and coat its inside with the golemization mix. You have just finished burning a bit of your hair into it as the mask comes out of Kim; a moment later Chelsea Cooper sits up on her bed with a frown on her face. "Oh God," she cries. "What are you doing in my--?"
"Shhh! Just go get changed while I finish this up. Your stuff is--" You jerk your head toward the bathroom.
"I know where it is," she growls, and quickly disappears into the bathroom. You hear the click of the lock on the door. Like that could keep you out if you told her to open up!
She discovers the uselessness of the lock fifteen minutes later, after you've woken with Kim's form draped around your own. You spend a few minutes running your new hands up and down your slim legs and stomach and fondling your small, pear-shaped breasts. You feel smaller as Kim than you did as Chelsea, even though Kim probably has an inch or two on her. Probably it's because Kim hasn't got Chelsea's bursting aggression and self-confidence.
You knock softly on the door. "Come on out, Chelsea," you call. "I need my clothes." The door opens, and Chelsea glares at you as she shoves a rude pile of clothing at you. With a loud huff she pushes past and crosses over to her desk to sit at her laptop, turning her back on you. You let her sulk as you slip into Kim's cotton panties and jeans, and button up her floral-patterned top. You then spend a few minutes studying yourself in the mirror as you brush and pat things into place. Kim's serious expression gazes back at you. You feel disinclined to talk to Chelsea, and it's with a feeling of reluctance that you turn back to her. "Well, that's all finally done," you say. "Now, I guess we have to talk."
"About what?" Chelsea says without turning toward you.
"Giving you your orders," you say, and your lip curls into a half smile. "Going to be a little strange for you, isn't it?" She shoots you a dirty look.
"First of all, keep Gordon happy," you say, thinking of what Caleb will want from his "girlfriend." "Think about who would be a good recruit. You know, because we're replacing people with our own puppets." Her expression turns hooded. "If you need to talk to me, pass a message along through one of the Garner twins. It'll look less weird than if we're talking. Oh, but I guess--" You snap your fingers. "Crap. I'm late. I'm supposed to be meeting with Amanda at the city library."
Chelsea's eyes light up. "Really? What about?"
Her hunger for gossip is palpable, and Kim's own spirit flares within you. "Don't tell me what to do, Chelsea," you snap. "Don't ever tell me what to do." You grab up your purse and with a feeling of relief quit the Cooper residence.
* * * * *
Amanda Ferguson accepts your apology for being late with only a grunt, and her eyes narrow when--against your better instincts--you volunteer that you'd been delayed by a visit to Chelsea Cooper's. "Oh God, what took you over there?"
"Oh, you know Chelsea," you say as you pull out your notebook. "She was fishing for news." You avoid Amanda's gaze by flipping through the spiral pad, and you're momentarily startled by the smooth girly loops. This is your handwriting now. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" you have to stammer after Amanda speaks.
"I asked what she was fishing for."
"Oh. Kelsey and Karl Hennepin," you say, thinking quickly. Those two are at the forefront of Kim's thoughts this evening. You look up to see Amanda visibly bristle. "I didn't tell her anything," you hurriedly add.
"It's bad enough if she's heard about them," Amanda says, and angrily clicks her pen. "It's bad news all around."
"What's your opinion about all that?" you cautiously ask.
She darts you a sharp look, as though weighing whether you are to be trusted, given that you've spoken to Chelsea. "Kelsey can do what she likes. And she will."
"They don't seem well matched, frankly," you say.
"Opposites attract," she snorts.
"Then why doesn't she try hooking up with Justin Roth? I'm not serious," you quickly add. "And I don't mean 'hooking up' like, like--"
"Like she did with Karl this weekend?"
You gasp. "She didn't!"
"It must be the hat," Amanda says, referring to the battered felt fedora Karl likes to jam down over his mop of curly blonde hair. She takes her iPhone out and flicks a finger across the screen. "You want to know what Kelsey is in for? This." She turns the screen toward you.
It takes you a moment to interpret the picture, but it shows Kelsey Blankenship, asleep with her tousled head on a pillow. Karl, who was obviously holding the phone as he snapped the photo, is leaning over her and grinning into the lens. Though little but their faces are visible, it is obvious that neither one is wearing a top.
"How did you get this?" you cry. "You didn't-- You didn't--"
"I didn't do anything," Amanda snaps, "except find that someone had sent it to me. Karl--or his friends--are sending it around."
"And Kelsey doesn't know?" you squeal.
"Not yet," she says, and puts the phone away. "And it's not cool. Is it, Kim?"
"Definitely not. And if Chelsea knew or got that picture--"
You bite your lip. It hardly matters whether Chelsea gets news of this or not. She'll do exactly and only what you want her to do.
* * * * *
"You know, I moved out of Chelsea so you'd have a clear field with her," you say as you slap Caleb's hand away from your breast. "Not so you could have a new set of boobs to fondle. And when did you move into Steve?"
It is Steve Patterson--the disguised Caleb--who is leaning over you in the fuck loft and breathing heavily on you. "Last night, after I got him," he replies. "Gordon has issues, you know, so it seemed like a good idea."
"And how did you know I'd be inside Kim?" He'd come calling at your locker between periods, and only a subsequent text from Chelsea had alerted you as to Caleb's changed location. "That was fucking sick." You stumble a little over a curse word that Kim is unaccustomed to using.
"I didn't know it was you," he laughs. "Kim was looking perky, and I figured why the fuck not? Besides," he adds, and roughly strokes the side of your neck. "I knew you'd be getting Kim eventually. If she didn't say yes today, she'd say yes tomorrow." He leers in what is plainly supposed to be a sexy manner.
"Try it on Chelsea," you say, and push him away again. "I'll tell her to put out for Steve." He guffaws appreciatively. "Oh, speaking of which--" You tell him all about Kelsey and Karl, and about how Jessica came to you after lunch with the same photo on her phone and a message from Chelsea: "What are we going to do about this?" You chatter on, even though Caleb is plainly not paying attention. "So," you ask by way of winding up. "Do you think Kelsey and Amanda and them are worth taking? You know, as puppets?"
"If you want," he shrugs. "Leave me out of it. I don't want any of those AP dipshits. But you should send Kelsey to me if you get her." He groans and leans back, and lets his cock tent in his shorts. "I swear she wants me, but she's being coy."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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