The Big Day – Part 2

By Valerie S.

He went to the front door, puzzled as to might be at his door. When he opened it, there was a pretty blonde facing him. “Hi!” said the strangely familiar, slightly accented voice, “I’m Tina, your neighbor, and I’m also locked out. I wonder if you might be so kind as to let me crawl from your balcony to mine, I’m sure I’ve left the sliding door shut.” “Hello?” “Oh, sorry,” he said apologetically, “ You caught me daydreaming,” (He was actually trying to figure out where he’d seen her before.)“Well I do apologize for busting in on you like this but I’m late for work and I need to change out of my school clothes.” ”Okay, can I help you?” he said as he turned and walked toward the balcony. “Sure, you can make sure I don’t fall on to the patio.” came the reply. At that moment he recognized why she seemed familiar: She was the girl from the shop in Orange County, where he had seen his first female mask. He hair was quite a bit shorter, but it was her, no doubt. He wondered if she might recognize him, as she seemed to be looking at him a little oddly. As he opened the sliding glass door and walked out on to the balcony, she said: “Just hang on to my waist, in case I slip.” She then hopped up on the railing, like she did this sort of thing all the time. She was quite graceful, if somewhat muscular for a girl, and her firm waist felt great. She plopped down to the floor, and leaned back around to his side of the balcony and gave him a little peck on the cheek, while at the same time giving him a little sniff on the neck: “You’re such a dear.” She said with a sly little smile, “I’ll fix you dinner or something.” “Oh, it really wasn’t any trouble.” “I know, but it was still nice of you, and we are neighbors and all. Well, I’ve got to be off. Nice meeting you, again,” she said with a wink, and then raising her eyebrows, disappearing behind her curtains.

“What was that all about?” he thought to himself, “meeting me again, and then sniffing me like that. “Oh god, she smelled the rubber.” She knows. She has to know, she said she’d worn the mask in the store; she probably thinks I’m gay. Great.

He went back to the bathroom, and put both “Sheila” and the wig back on, and fantasized that his reflection was his new neighbor in the mask.

He hadn’t seen her for several days and was thinking of ringing her doorbell, but was hesitant: “She probably has a boyfriend, a cute girl like that. She probably thinks I’m just a kid, or gay, and a pervert.” He thought to himself as he rounded up his tools to go adjust the valves on his VW. He’d finished with cylinders #1 and #2, and was just moving back under the car when, “Hey! Got plans for dinner?” Came from somewhere above a pair of black high heel boots. After dropping the feeler gauge, wrench and screwdriver onto his face, and banging his head on a wheel, he peered up into his neighbor’s smiling face. “It just so happens that I’m free tonight.” he replied, as he tried not to sound too eager. “7:00-ish?” He nodded “yes.” “Great! Bring some kind of wine that goes with- - -no wait a minute- - -lets have burgers- - -bring the Hibachi I saw on your balcony, and a six pack!” “Good, she must think I’m at least 21.” (He was feeling rather mature since turning 21 about two months ago.)

At first, he thought the evening was going to be rather uneventful. They sat, drinking Molson’s (he decided he’d cater to her Canadian tastes) and chatted, she was from Vancouver, (Burnaby, actually) and telling each other their “life stories” while they waited for the charcoal to get ready. She moved to the ‘States about 5 years ago to go to grad school at UCLA, now working on her Ph.D. in social psychology. She worked in a “specialty boutique” in West Hollywood. (He was sort of curious as to what “specialty” might mean.)

“So, you’ve got yourself a mask, eh?” she said between bites of a cheeseburger. “I knew I’d seen you before, right off, but it took a while to put it all together, your VW, your shy smile, and that smell, although it smells a bit different than my mask, you can still tell that unique rubber fragrance.” “Your mask?” he cleverly blurted out, realizing how startled he sounded. “Sure, I bought that one you so badly wanted to try on, just before I moved to West LA.” she chirped while raising her eyebrows. “Want to try it on? Sure you do.” and without giving him a chance to answer, she was off into her bedroom. She emerged with that same mask he remembered from 3 years ago. “I got it out, right after I smelled your cheek, it does smell different, here.” as she tossed him the mask. He sniffed it, and it did smell a bit different, and was obviously made from a different type of rubber than “Sheila”. “I know you’re dying to put it on,” she said with yet another little wink as she walked up to his chair, she took the mask from him, unzipped it, and motioned to him to stand up with her fingers. He obediently did so and she rather abruptly pulled the mask over him, reaching over his shoulders around each side of his head and carefully pulled the zipper down. He could see her peering into the eyeholes, while almost caressing him.

It was extremely erotic, and yet almost innocent. Her pretty face was just inches from his and she tilted her head slightly, looking strangely dog like, as if somewhat puzzled by the whole situation. She then ran off without explanation, emerging with a short blond-frosted wig. “How 70’s, you look like “Police Woman”, she laughed, while spinning him towards a full length mirror. “Don’t be offended, you still look ‘hot’!” noting his body posture at her remark. “I never could get my boyfriend to try this on, but I suspect that he did when I wasn’t here.” “Boyfriend?” he managed to mutter, not being used to the masks lips curving into his own. “Don’t worry, we broke up 3 months ago. Now sit down and we’ll have some girl talk,” she giggled. At this point, he would do whatever she asked, and the mask felt wonderful, much more pliable than “Sheila”, not better, just different. “I like that mask a lot better since I opened the mouth, it’s much easier to breathe.” He silently nodded in agreement. “You know, I think you should have a somewhat different ensemble than a T-shirt and jeans. Don’t you agree?” Now he was tilting his head. Grabbing him by the hand, she drug him to her closet, where she immediately pulled various garments from their hangers, and held them up to him. “We need to stick to the wig’s 70’s theme,” she opined, while getting a red turtleneck bodysuit off of a hanger, and a pair of white hot pants from a drawer. She tossed a bra out on the bed. “Undress, silly.” she said as she went into another room. Returning, sporting a big grin with a pair of knee high white vinyl boots. She pulled his shoes off as he sat down on the bed, and then pulled his shirt off, dislodging the wig in the process. He managed to get his pants off by himself, and felt a bit silly. She glanced at his obvious erection, but didn’t say a word. She helped him into the bodysuit, after slipping the bra over his shoulders, and stuffing the cups with pantyhose. “Hurry up! I’ll be right back. I need to pee,” she spouted, running to the bathroom. The pants were tight, but he managed to zip and button them. The boots fit his size 8 (men’s) feet to perfection, and he was trying to decide which way the wig would fit.

“Wait! We’re not done yet!” she scolded him, as she produced a white vest, and some strings of beads. “Wow! Instant 1975! This is like having my own living Barbie, I think my “Skipper” came with an outfit like this, but I think it had this big cap with it.” When he did get the wig on and looked in the mirror, he was somewhat startled to find that “she” (being his image) appeared to be laughing at “him”, but yet he still found the image sexy. You could see much more expression with this mask.

“Okay, let’s go over to your house, I want to try your mask. You don’t think you get to have all the fun, do you?” “What? What if the neighbors see me?” “I am the neighbor, Jeff. Give me your keys, I’ll open your door, make sure the coast is clear, and you can just scamper right across the hall in your cute little boots. He wanted to see her in the mask so badly he would do anything to see it, so he went along with her and quickly ran into his apartment.

“Hey, I like this!” she said as he handed her the “Sheila”. Where did you get it?” He explained that he’d ordered it off of the web. “Help me,” she said excitedly, as she turned around and pulled the mask on over her head, presenting herself to him to be zipped. He thoughtfully pulled the zipper down, being careful not to catch any hair. He then handed her the red wig and she hurried into his bathroom to adjust it.