This choice: Get a mask of Cindy, quash the rumors • Go Back...Chapter #14One Jenny Too Many by: Masktrix   Home life remains a pain the ass. So, after the inevitable family dinner and chores, you sneak on up to your room and get on with studying the book. You decided, in the end, to confiscate the mask from Keith – he’s the kind of idiot pervert who’s almost certain to explore a little if you left him alone, and the last thing you need is him to doze off and his mom to wake him up, only to discover her son is now a dishevelled Jenny Ashton. Instead, his assignment is to find some suitable clothes for a new Cindy, while Caleb’s job is to get the mask on her. You, being the one who got to witness most of Keith’s epic fuck-up, get your turn to be Jenny.
It's a weird feeling. You’ve worn a mask before, of course, when you got the weird thrill of putting on the Keith-Stephanie hybrid. But being a real person? Above all, being a girl? That takes the thrill up a notch. To be able to impersonate someone, to pass yourself off as them? It’s an enticing prospect.
Which is probably why, by the time you head into school, you’ve already cracked the next spell in sequence, not to mention made it.
“What is it?” Caleb asks, turning it over in his hands, fingertips tracing the marks you’ve made on it.
“It’s some kind of mind band,” you say, scratching an itch under your cap. “Way I figure it, you stick this on someone’s forehead, and you can swipe their thoughts.”
“Whoa,” Caleb says. “Sort of a telepathy band? That’d be useful. Very useful.”
“Yeah?”
“Duh,” Caleb says. “Think about it. You want to know something someone else knows? You got it. Put this on a doctor, you could be a doctor. Want to know Kung Fu? Slap it on a martial artist. Ever wanted to fly a plane? Instant pilot course. Hell, it could get even more dangerous. Put it on the President, and you’ve got the launch codes.”
“Fuck,” you murmur. “There I was thinking it’d just be easier to pretend to be someone else if you know what they’re thinking.”
“Yeah,” Caleb muses. Maybe there’s a way to glue it onto the mask, or maybe you can seal it inside. Or, maybe, whoever’s spellbook this was was smart enough to figure out that having someone’s face and someone’s mind was crazy-dangerous. Next thing you know, you’re gonna start being them.”
“Which would be fun,” you shrug, leaning against your locker.
“Yeah. Anyway, we got work to do. I’ll see if I can grab Cindy this morning. And all we can hope is that doofus Tilley hasn’t monumentally fucked up his one job.”
***
Keith Tilley wastes no time rushing over at lunch, hauling a bag. “I have you covered, bro!” he says, practically beaming.
“You do?” you ask.
“Fuck, not you, dude, you can wear the same ratty-ass stuff I wore. Slip into my Jenny-panties, y’know?”
You roll your eyes. “Keith, you don’t think Cindy’s going to notice Jenny Ashton is wearing the same clothes two days in a row? That’s the kind of pointless little detail that would stick in her brain.”
“Well, shit,” he shrugs. “You could always go up the Dollar Save and see if there’s something in the bin if you feel that strongly.”
You suspect your meagre savings would get you, oh, maybe a single sock. “Just give me the clothes,” you sigh.
“Right!” Keith says, pulling out the bundle. “And for you, my excellent friend… one… pristine…”
You blink. “Where the fuck did you?”
“Girl’s locker room,” he says, smugly. “I was in and out like a ninja, dude. Didn’t even need the Jenny mask to slip right in, and then I just had to use a little Tilley know-how, a little Keith magic.” He hands it over to you Keith. It’s Cindy’s cheerleader outfit.
“You want me to wear Cindy’s cheerleading outfit?” Caleb says, looking at him. “Dude, are you crazy? She’s going to miss this!”
“Then I guess you’d better be quick with Operation Ashton, huh?” Keith snaps back. Then, under his breath: “doofus.”
Caleb ignores him, and sighs, shoving the costume in his own bag. “Well, I managed to get the mask on Cindy without any issue. So at least I’ve done my part. All I need to do is figure out somewhen she’s not around, make my intercept, and get the hell out of dodge. Will, same goes for you, right?”
“Yeah,” you say. “I figure I’ll catch her after school. Cindy’s gonna be busy with Seth, and you know Jenny avoids team sports like they’re the plague, so there’s no way she’ll be near the basketball court, or wherever the cheerleaders practice.”
“Right, right,” Caleb nods in agreement. “I guess I – cheerleader Vredenburg – will find her… shit, I don’t know, somewhere.”
“Just text her,” Keith says. “And then, after you’ve done the switcheroonie and smoothed things over, text and say something came up, or you’re running late, or you’ll meet her at the DQ or whatever.”
Caleb rolls his neck back and stares at the sky. “It’s about as good a plan as we’re going to get,” he shrugs. “OK, fine. Let’s get going on this. Keith, just… I don’t know. Just don’t fuck it up, man.”
Keith rolls his eyes. “What the fuck! Like, there’s nothing I could even do to fuck it up, is there? It’s in the hands of you two dweebs now.”
***
The moment final period ends, you decide to make your play. Cindy, you know, is going to be watching Javits in the basketball court. Caleb, meanwhile, plans to lure Jenny Ashton downtown, all of which means you should have enough separation to make sure the duo never cross paths, even while you impersonate them. Caleb’s much more level-headed than Keith, so you’re sure that if there are any snags, ‘Cindy’ will be able to handle herself. Even if she’s in her cheerleader outfit.
That just leaves you with Jenny Ashton. There are a couple of areas in the school where you figure it’s safe to change, and end up ducking into one of the history classrooms, now vacated and – you are certain – free from staff.
Then comes the moment of truth. First, you slip out of your own clothes, and begin to dress in ‘Jenny’s’ attire. It’s not long before you realize that this is a huge mistake: while she’s a tomboy with quite developed arms and leg muscles, she’s still far slighter than you. Worse, the clothes, distinctly feminine, feel super-odd once worn. As you make you preparations, you realize how beyond dumb your choice was. Caleb’s probably fine back at the clubhouse, whereas you’re stuck where someone could easily walk in on you. At least for this part it’d just be crossdressing…
Then comes the moment of truth. You lie down on the ground, and prepare yourself for the inevitable change about to come – and the temporary black-out – once the mask is pressed into your fa…
You gasp, and blink your eyes open. Hair, longer and softer than your own, hangs on either side. Your teeth feel weird. Your skin feels smoother. And, as you gasp, your voice has shifted up several octaves. Looking down, you see… holy shit! Breasts! And you can’t feel your…
You are Jenny Ashton!
The first transformation was incredible. Unbelievable. You had Keith’s dumb face along with hints of Stephanie. But you were still a guy. This is the next step beyond, and you can’t help but realize how alien it feels. Especially downstairs…
“Will?”
The voice carries, but it’s a whisper. You vaguely recognize its register.
“Will Prescott? Hello?”
You sit up, and scramble to your knees. You glance at your phone, trying to work out who the hell would be looking for…
Will, u still here? Yumi said she saw u come ths way. NEED 2 TALK. Urgent.
Jenny! Of course she’s been looking for you! You were supposedly a witness to what happened with Cindy, after all. It must have taken her all day to pin you down, but now she’s in active search mode.
“Fuck,” you mutter, Jenny’s voice strange and alien in your throat as you try to gather your thoughts. You don’t have long, though. The door to the classroom you’re in is already turning…
“Occupied!” you blurt.
It doesn’t stop whoever’s outside. The door opens… and in walks Jenny Ashton.
For a brief moment, you hope she won’t see you. Then, in what feels like slow motion, she begins to turn, and her eyes grow wide in complete shock.
“What…the…hell…” she says, slowly, as she stares at her exact double, only metres away.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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