This choice: Wait to consult with Caleb • Go Back...Chapter #22A Disappearing Act by: Seuzz   "Maybe revenge sex turns you on, but it turns me off," you tell him coldly as you stand and pick up your things.
He leans back. "You're going to make yourself real unpopular, Eva," he says.
"And that's strike three," you retort. You flip him off as you walk away.
* * * * *
You kill the rest of the afternoon inside a movie theater. It's a bad show, and it irks you that you have to wait until the final credits are rolling before your phone vibrates. "Where'd you hide the fucking stuff?" Caleb asks without so much as a hello.
"I've got it with me," you say.
"Well, how am I supposed to get a mask onto Kendra if you've got it all with you?"
Yikes. "I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking. How do we want me to get it to you?"
"I'm at home, so get your ass over here. Chelsea's supposed to be by in ten minutes to pick me up."
"How about you meet me where I am? I'm across the street from Nirdlinger's, we can meet there."
"I can't risk being seen with Chelsea in public."
"No, hang on, I've got an idea," you say. Something that has been working in the back of your mind all during the movie has popped to the fore. "Just come out to Nirdlinger's. Have Chelsea drop you off in the parking lot and then send her into the store to hide in one of the changing rooms. I'll meet you out front to talk."
Caleb swears a very un-Jessica-like blue streak, but finally gives in.
* * * * *
"I can't take being Eva anymore," you tell him as you slowly walk through the parking lot. Far away, you see Chelsea disappearing into the department store. You tell about your encounter with Lynch. "It's good fodder for playacting, but a little too intense for my taste."
"You should have taken Lynch," Caleb says. "He'd have been useful."
"You don't know that. And once you're inside Kendra you'll probably have different ideas. But I can't wait for you to figure out a new place for me."
"Do you want to take Kendra?"
"I can't control Chelsea."
"You could go back to being yourself, I guess," he says cautiously. "Until everything is set."
"Actually, I was thinking pulling off an even bigger disappearing act." You outline your idea to him.
"Are you nuts?" he says when you're done. "I need you around, to bounce ideas off of!"
"You wouldn't be able to do that after you switched into Kendra, not with me as Eva."
"I could stay as Jessica."
"You need to keep close to Chelsea. And besides, I think I need a break." You take a deep breath. "I told you that I don't have the motivation to play things like Eva, but I think her head's screwing with me behind the scenes. I'm feeling funny. I should go into cold storage for awhile."
"You might come out worse," he grumbles. "And you're taking an awful risk."
"The only risk is that you might not let me out," you tease. Finally, he agrees to your idea.
Inside the store you find the changing room that has Chelsea in it, and the three of you squeeze in. You start to undress, and Caleb orders Chelsea to do the same. She's vastly reluctant, but naturally complies. When you're disrobed, you pull the Eva mask from your face, slumping into brief darkness. When you open your eyes again, it's to find Chelsea shrunk back in horror into the corner of the room. Caleb--who is still dressed Jessica--smiles satirically. "You should have heard what she had to say when she saw who you really were," he chortles. Chelsea only shudders elaborately.
"Don't be so shy, Chels," you smirk, and your masculine voice sounds very strange and rough in your ears after being Eva for so many days. "We're about to get even closer." But she won't let you touch her, and Caleb has to be the one to take the mask off her. As soon as it's away, he puts the other mask on her. Eva instantly appears. You don't want to see what happens next, though, so you put the Chelsea mask to your face ...
* * * * *
You wake with a gasp and look around wildly. Your head throbs and you put your hands to it. "Welcome back to reality," a throaty voice says.
You turn and have to sit up to get a good look at the speaker. It's Kendra Saunders. She smiles. Those strong, dazzling white teeth look beautiful in her sculpted Nubian face. You start as she cups your face in her hands. "You look like shit," she says, "but I could still almost kiss you. Almost, dude."
"Where are we," you groan.
"My house. Well, Kendra's, but I've been here for about a week now, so I'm having a real easy time thinking of it as mine." She pulls her auburn-dyed hair back and resets the hair band. "You have a nice rest?"
You blink your eyes hard a couple of times. "I don't remember a damn thing. Feels like I've been out for ... fuck, well, longer than a week."
"Well, while you get your head cleared, how about you get these clothes folded." She indicates a pile of things that you recognize as Chelsea's. "I'll be back in a moment with your new wardrobe. A new face, too." She winks as she exits.
You look around as you pick up and casually fold Chelsea's sleeveless sweater and Capri pants. Wryly, you wish you could remember what it was like to be inside them, but being inside Chelsea meant being unconscious. Of course, that was part of your plan--to check out by hiding under one of Caleb's golems until he had a good situation for you. Idly, you wonder what has happened in the past week. You'll soon find out, of course.
The bathroom is tastefully decorated, though the scarlets and blacks and pictures of East African women in elaborate head scarfs are rather too exotic for your taste; you like decor that can help you relax while sitting on the chamber pot. Well, maybe this is what the Saunders family finds relaxing. You jump a little as the door opens again to admit Kendra. "The new you," she says, and sets on the sink top a neatly folded pile of clothes topped with loafers and a mask.
You were never one to rip open your Christmas presents early, so you ignore the mask to study the clothes, wondering if you can deduce their owner. The shirt is white, but it's a heavy cloth, Levi-style thing. The jeans are Levis too. You hold them to your own waist. They are about your size, so it's not a basketball player.
Okay, time to take your new identity out of the box. Or, in this case, put yourself inside it ...
* * * * *
Your head is much clearer after you open your eyes than it was when you closed them. You wonder if you actually took a short nap after putting the mask on, because you even feel refreshed. Also, Kendra is sitting beside you, smiling down beguilingly.
"You cunning wench," you tell her.
"Surprised by my choice?" she asks.
"Not the kind of guy I was expecting."
"I'll explain it to you later." She leans over and kisses you. God, she tastes good, but you've sense enough not to press things or to chase her when she retreats again. You doubt Caleb is being other than a dick and a cocktease. Definitely the latter, though, for the kiss has teased your cock to life.
"I guess I'd better get dressed," you say. "And you'd better get out. Your mom'll wonder what you're doing in here with me."
"She ran down to the store while you were out, but I'll wait for you in the bedroom." She stands. "Don't be long. We've got a lot to talk about."
You stand and look in the mirror. Anthony Kirk looks back. Well-shaped guy with presentable muscles and torso and a friendly face with perhaps a too-sharp chin; thick brown hair cropped close to the scalp. Smart guy, heading to an Ivy League university probably: his grades and his family's money--dad's a doctor--almost guarantee entrance someplace good. You're thoughtful as you pull on his clothes, letting your memories go back to the past week. You smile crookedly. Did Caleb really think Anthony would be so immune to Kendra's charms that he had to take nearly five days of flirting before asking him out to her house for the exchange? Anthony's exterior may be respectable, but she'd only have to crook a finger and he'd jump her bones.
"So we're still a threesome," you softly remark on entering her bedroom, where Kendra sits on the bed with a very sulky looking Chelsea. "Thanks for the ride, Chelsea. Did we have fun?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"Oh, she's been a joy, let me tell you," Kendra says. "Only knowing you were in her kept me from slapping her. Repeatedly."
"What's the new disposition?" you ask as you sit down backwards on the chair at Kendra's desk and lean against the back rest.
"Hartlein's playing for us now," she says. "He's one of your players, in fact. I got some hair off you the other day. You didn't wake up while I had the mask off you."
"Why him?"
"He's got a nasty mind." True. "I thought about surprising you with him," she adds with a giggle. "But I also wanted Anthony, and thought I'd give you the choice after we had both."
"Nice of you not to sandbag me," you say. "Waking up to find yourself gay would be a hell of a thing."
"He's on his way over now," she says meaningfully. "His opinions might be more useful if you were the ones giving them."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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