Chapter #6Hide and seek by: Unknown Trish's grin widens as she leans forward, neck arching gracefully as it twists so she can slip her tongue down your throat. Your eyes widen at the sight of your friend, really your girlfriend, slowly edging closer, hands running through her hair, naked body inches from your own.
“You know you want this,” she whispers seductively. “And I can give it to you. I can be anyone, just for you...”
Your breath draws heavy as you think of the possibilities. Trish O'Neil has been your friend for as long as you can remember. You've never thought of her this way until now – now that it's Jessica inside.
“Oh fuck.” You lean forward for the kiss. It doesn't come.
“But you're going to have to earn it.” Trish's body pulls away, her features mimicking Jessica's when she's teasing you. She reaches back, gripping the back of Trish's head and forcing her hands deeper into the neck. Still amazed, you watch as Trish's nose flattens as the cheeks begin to sag, before Jessica's head emerges once more. “There I was thinking you only had eyes for me,” she mocks.
“It was you! Jessica, this is incredible.”
“I told you! Awesome, isn't it? And if I zap her again, Trish is back to normal, no longer a suit. I tried it out earlier to make sure. A test run, for later tonight.”
You pause, still trying to take in everything that's happened. “Wait. Test run? Tonight?”
Jessica giggles, continuing to slide Trish's body off, her own form enlarging as she removes the mask. “Jesus, David! Do you really think we're going to stop with Trish?”
She steps out of her costume, and grabs a bathrobe hanging on her door. “We're going to have fun with this, but we're going to take it slow. We're going to enjoy it.”
You nod slowly, wondering what plan she's come up with. “Trish was the first person I tested it on, but... I had to try it outside as well, to see if people thought I was her. And they did! I knew you were going to be late – you always are – so I went shopping as her. And while I was out I found myself another costume. One you're really going to enjoy.” Her eyebrows flash as she giggles. “But for that treat, you're going to have to find me.”
"Find you?"
She sets Trish to one side, walking up to you again, tracing the pen against your chest. “Here, take this. You'll need it.”
“Wait... you want me to use this?” You're still not sure how this works.
“Duh! Go out and find someone to be for a night. Use the pen and become them for a little while. Then you're going to have to find me in my disguise and seduce me. Think of it like a masquerade ball, or hide and seek. I win if I work out it's you. You win if...” she kisses you on the lips. “You can work that part out yourself.”
You take the pen from her. You have to admit, the idea is strangely appealing. But you can see one major problem.
“How am I going to find you? You could look like anybody. You could be anybody.”
Jessica rolls her eyes. “Come on! Think! You know me well enough. Tell you what, I'll narrow it down for you. There's a band I like in town tonight. You remember my taste in music, right? Maybe I'll be going to the gig – as someone else. Maybe I'll even be back stage. Or... perhaps I'll go for something a little classier. Maybe the person whose life I've borrowed has a blind date arranged at Baggio's – that fancy Italian place? Perhaps I'll be waiting there. Either way, I'll give you a clue. I'll be wearing a red flower, and I'll be older than I am now. That's all you're getting. Now go!”
“Wait... what about Trish?”
“I'll worry about Trish.” Jessica practically shoos you out of her room. “Go and find yourself a new body. And make it something I won't expect.” indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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