MASKED HOUSE SITTING

A MASKING EXPERIENCE STORY

BY RITA CHANTE

Author’s note: this copyrighted story was actually inspired by a wild and woolly house sitting adventure that Tanya really had a decade or so ago. This version of the adventure starts off with Douglas Hungary doing some house sitting for his boss when the house sitting assignment is actually an opportunity for that boss to use him as a decoy in an assassination plot that employs the methodology of expert and undetected female masking as well as gender bending.

"Good morning Miss Wells. I am so glad I was able to catch you before you reported to your work station," declared Mrs. Fiero. It took Georgia Wells a couple seconds to recognize an elegant, heavier and older version of her own image. This older image just also happened to be the CEO of the huge firm that had hired Georgia as one of its army of female junior paralegals. Douglas Hungary had actually modeled this version of his Georgia Wells alter ego after Mrs. Fiero in order to get a job with the firm. Being fresh out of law school, work was hard to find in the current economic climate and bosses seem to be more comfortable with staff they can identify with.

The unofficial, but generally accurate word in the placement offices of the university declared that the legal corporation Douglas Hungary wanted to work for, definitely gave women a hiring preference at its entry levels of employment. Thus he used his undergraduate art skills to create an image that would give him what he figured would be a considerable edge. His employers would be presented with a male attitude inside of a gorgeous female image that fit in with the boss’s idea of beauty.

Even so, in his role of Georgia Wells, Douglas was glad that his scheme had worked and that he had landed a job with such a prestigious firm. Of course, he fantasized that because of the career ladder program that this corporate structure had in place, maybe one day Georgia Wells would even be able to become Douglas Hungary again and represent the firm in court as an attorney for one of the firm's high profile cases. While Douglas truly enjoyed being Georgia Wells and making the daily transformations necessary to be Georgia in the workplace, he didn’t envision being Georgia as a lifetime pursuit.

"As you have probably heard by now, Miss Wells, my husband and I will be taking an extended trip to Europe after he returns from his trial in Hawaii," stated Mrs. Fiero. She motioned Douglas’ image of Georgia Wells away from the elevator that “she” normally took up into the high-rise tower from the building's bustling lobby.

"The whole office has heard about that, Mrs. Fiero," said Douglas’ perfectly masked version of Georgia while wondering why Mrs. Fiero's had stopped “her” in the Fiero Building's lobby to discuss this news with “her”. Other than quick "good mornings" or "good nights" their paths had rarely crossed at the firm, with the exception of the Christmas party when Mr. Mando Fiero had tried to make a move on Douglas’ Georgia Wells image. "Does this have anything to do with rumors about a planned merger? Some say that is why Mr. Fiero has been away in Hawaii for so long."

"What planned merger. I don't know who started that rumor, but I guess I can't keep a secret around here anyway. You seem to know more about Mr. Mando Fiero is doing than I do. I am hoping that my trip to the spa is still a secret," stated Mrs. Fiero.

"This is the first time I have heard about your trip to a spa and I don't really know anything about what Mr. Fiero is doing in Hawaii, Mrs. Fiero," declared Douglas’ Georgia Wells.

"Good, and to make sure it stays that way, could you take a short walk with me to the basement file room?" asked Mrs. Fiero.

"Sure thing, but I had better check in with Miss Horni first. She gets very upset when we come in late," admitted Georgia.

With that Mrs. Fiero pulled out her cell phone and pressed in a number. "Stella? Mrs. Fiero here. I am glad that you are there already. I have waylaid your Miss Wells in the lobby. I need her to do an errand for me that should take about a half an hour. She will also need to come to my office about 4:30 this afternoon. Fine. I knew I could continue to count on your loyal cooperation."

"I guess it is great to be the boss," said Georgia’s masked image as Mrs. Fiero put her cell-phone back in her pocket. However, “she” guessed that Mrs. Fiero didn't know Stella Horni very well. Stella was one of the most back stabbing middle managers in the building and was rumored to be having a hot and heavy affair with one of the firm's higher-ups.

"It has its advantages and disadvantages. Finding loyal employees is one of the harder components of my position," said Mrs. Fiero.

"Shouldn't your private secretary, Miss Wantsome, know about whatever you are planning to do, as well, Mrs. Fiero?"

"Absolutely not, Georgia," proclaimed Mrs. Fiero as they got in the elevator that descended into the tombs, as the staff called the secure sub basement file rooms. Douglas actually hated taking his masked image of Georgia Wells down into them. They were deep underground and below the executive parking garage. "At the moment, I consider Miss Wantsome a security risk and I need to find out why. Currently, I plan to be gone for two weeks and you will be my only contact person."

"What is to be my role in this effort, Mrs. Fiero?" inquired Georgia Wells while feeling that they were descending into some secret defense silo.

"I have only told you about my trip to The Jenner Spa and I want it to stay that way, Miss Wells. There is a bonus in this for your cooperation and silence. Miss Wantsome will be told that I am out ill for the first three days and that I will be at my house. From there, all she will be told is that I will be going to Denver on a very confidential project for the firm. Mr. Mando Fiero will confirm the Denver part of the story if she checks with him in Hawaii as I am sure she will do."

"But everyone will know that I am working with you. I'm am sure that Miss Horni (Stella) has already quizzed a half dozen clerks to find out what I am doing with you right now," stated Georgia Wells with a high degree of certainty.

"I have thought about that, Miss Wells. Officially, you are to let it be known that you are taking a week of emergency vacation with pay. I will make sure that there is no disapproval of your request,” assured Mrs. Fiero as they reached the second level of the secure sub basement. "Good morning, Ted."

"Good morning, Mrs. Fiero. How may I help you?"

"Miss Wells and I need to get some documents out of my private vault."

"Will you need some help carrying them, Mrs. Fiero?"

"No, Ted. Miss Wells and I will be able to handle them quite nicely. I will be leaving via the executive elevator, however. Will you please call it down and hold it for me?"

"Sure thing, Mrs. Fiero," said Ted.

As they entered the private vault Mrs. Fiero continued her conversation with Douglas’ masked image. "I also liked the way you handled yourself at the office Christmas party when my husband tried to make a move on you."

"You know about that?"

"Doesn't everybody?"

"I hope not. That would be so embarrassing."

"For me or you?” asked Mrs. Fiero.

"For both of us I guess," said Georgia Wells.

"I am almost used to it, Miss Wells. Mando goes for the same type every time. I guess it is a compliment in a way, because they are always younger versions of me."

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Fiero."

"Don't be, Miss Wells. How did you come into work this morning?"

"I came in on the train as I usually do, Mrs. Fiero."

"Good. After work this evening, I want you to come into my office. Please spread the rumor that you have a family emergency and will be gone a week."

"Where will I really be going, Mrs. Fiero?"

"I hope that you will be house sitting for me. If this works out, I will want you to sit my house for the four weeks that Mr. Mando Fiero and I are planning to be in Europe. If things go as I have planned, that trip will be kind of like our second honeymoon." Then as Mrs. Fiero pointed to a corner of the vault, she said, "We will need that dolly and these four banker's boxes."

"How romantic, Mrs. Fiero. In the context of those circumstances, I will look forward to doing this," stated Georgia while reaching for the large aluminum mover's dolly and the stack of banker's boxes. Douglas felt flattered by the attention of the firm's CEO at his latex creation of Georgia Wells. He only wished that he could figure out a way to get this type of attention in his real unmasked persona. "Shouldn't I get some of my things if I am going to be staying at your place?"

"Everything you could possibly need will be there for you. Since we are close to the same size, most of my clothes shoes and accessories should fit you," declared Mrs. Fiero.

"What about personal items?" inquired Douglas through his Georgia Wells image.

"I will give you a couple hundred dollars a week for incidentals that should take care of those items. In addition, all of the household costs, like the water, electricity, phone and cable are paid two months in advance and will be taken care of by accounting in case I missed something," responded Mrs. Fiero. "If you need to do any major shopping for clothes, I will supply you with some credit cards."

"Can I tell anyone that I will be house sitting for you?" asked Georgia.

"Not for the first two weeks, Miss Wells. I don't want anyone here to know that I have gone to The Spa in Jenner. I plan to go on a weight loss program that is to be a surprise for Mr. Mando Fiero. Before we start our trip to Europe, I want to be down to the weight that I was when we married. I am also going to have my hair darkened and have some collagen treatments. If Mando wants to be with a younger version of me, he is going to get one."

"You must love your husband a lot, Mrs. Fiero."

"I think I do, but lately, he has been gone so much that I am not as sure as I use to be. However, at the moment, keeping our marriage together is also good for the business. If we split our assets, both of us would go in the tank," declared Mrs. Fiero as she directed Douglas’ image of Georgia Wells to get another box from the corner of the vault. "Oh my. Look what the dust on those boxes has done to your you lovely trench coat."

"It is really nothing, Mrs. Fiero. It needed to be cleaned anyway," proclaimed Georgia.

"Why don't you leave your coat and scarf in my office closet. I'll have them cleaned and pressed for our ride to my house. I wouldn't want you to make a bad first impression on my neighbors," declared Mrs. Fiero.

"That would be awfully nice of you," stated Georgia. "I have not had time to get that done since the weather turned cold."

"While we are at it then, let me clean up your purse as well," suggested Mrs. Fiero as she pointed to a couple more relatively light file boxes that she had Douglas Hungary’s Georgia image load onto the small dolly.

"Thanks Mrs. Fiero. I feel like I am taking advantage of your generosity," stated Georgia while strapping the boxes to the dolly. During that activity, Mrs. Fiero also picked up another full garment bag and what looked like two large hatboxes.

"It is actually the other way around, Miss Wells. I feel so relieved that you are doing this for me," said Mrs. Fiero when they pulled their items out of the vault and closed the door.

"I have the elevator waiting for you, Mrs. Fiero. Let me give you a hand loading it," offered Ted.

"Thank you, Ted. Will you see to it that this coat, scarf and bag get to the building laundry for cleaning, pressing, water proofing and up to my office by noon?" asked Mrs. Fiero with a smile that gave Ted a hard-on.

"No problemo, Mrs. Fiero. I will take care of that in a jiffy," proclaimed the security guard. "You always know that your wish is my command, Mistress Fiero."

"Thank you for your devotion, Ted," replied Mrs. Fiero as the elevator doors shut and the car headed skyward. "Thanks for helping me haul this material to my office, Georgia. These are very private files and there are very few people I would trust with them."

"Thank you for your trust, Mrs. Fiero. Did I hear Ted call you Mistress?"

"He believes it's a little joke between us, Miss Wells. I think he is fantasizing and if I were in those tombs all day I would probably be doing the same thing."

"I guess we all have our fantasies," said Douglas from within his Georgia Wells disguise.

"Good point, but it is just that some fantasies appear to be more realistic and achievable than other fantasies," declared Mrs. Fiero.

"I prefer to think that some of us just dream larger than others dream, Mrs. Fiero," offered Georgia Wells. If only Douglas could feel safe and secure enough to share his real career fantasies with Mrs. Fiero.

"That is very insightful observation, Miss Wells. May I ask you how large you dream?" probed Mrs. Fiero.

"I haven't the slightest idea at the moment, but I don't think that I have found my upper limit yet," truthfully stated Georgia Wells.

"Maybe we can help you find that limit during these next few weeks," suggested Mrs. Fiero as she transferred some mysterious bags into the banker's boxes.

"I don't think I want to find that limit, Mrs. Fiero. Besides the horizon is out there as far as you can see and as you approach your horizons, they always recede.

"You are definitely the sweet voice of youth, Miss Wells," said Georgia’s boss as they arrived at the landing of their firm's executive offices.

"What would be one of your biggest fantasies?" asked Mrs. Fiero as they waited for the car to slow and the doors to open.

"Well, since I just passed the California bar, I would love to have a chance to run one of this firms high profile cases or subsidiaries as well as stop some of the gossiping that destroys moral in this work place."

"Maybe I can do something for you on both of those counts, Georgia. I just wonder if that will be your outlook once you have tasted the other side of life?" stated Mrs. Fiero.

From behind his disguise, Douglas wasn't quite sure what Mrs. Fiero meant by her last remark, especially since he was already tasting another side by cross-dressing and masked gender bending. Even so, in his role of "Georgia Wells", Douglas Hungary decided to play out the string and see where it led. After all, except for his adventures as "Georgia Wells" Douglas was really board with his middle class, middle of the road life. While he was in college, his art major based life as "Georgia Wells" had been one adventure after another, but since he had been part of the legal world of corporate America, "her" existence had become somewhat subdued, routine, and mundane.

The elevator door opened to a world that was still beyond Georgia's fantasies. "A penny for your thought, Miss Wells?"

"This is sure not the company I see everyday,” announced the latex image of Georgia Wells. “Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Fiero, I am happy that I have my own windowless concrete and linoleum cubical, but this place is something else. The carpet here is plusher than the carpet in the front room of my mother's house. She would go crazy over this stuff. My dad would love to have this paneling for his game room. I mean this stuff is beautiful."

"It is a pleasure to watch someone with unjaded eyes appreciate all this ostentatious opulence. Mr. Fiero says that it impresses the clients and demonstrates the wealth and power of the firm," informed Mrs. Fiero.

"I have to admit that if most of the people in my department knew about this opulence, they would ask for a raise," declared Georgia’s masked lips with “her” usual candor and off-beat humor. Somehow Douglas felt that Mrs. Fiero wouldn't take offense, but the awkward silence that followed Georgia's remark put that judgment in doubt.

"That is something I hadn't thought about, but I will bring up at our next board meeting. You have a good eye for business relationships, Miss Wells. I like your courage as well. Most of my female employees aren't that open and candid with me."

"Thank you for your praise, Mrs. Fiero."

"Most of the VP's up here take the opulence of this space for granted. They consider this environment a ‘natural’ perk for their job. Please step into my home away from home," said Mrs. Fiero as they stepped out of the elevator into the executive landing.

The walls of the landing had the portraits of all the partners. Douglas was amazed to see how many of them appeared to be elegant females. Did this mean that to climb the career ladder in the firm that he would have to remain Georgia Wells for life? "Oh Mrs. Fiero. I could live here. My entire apartment isn't this large," observed Georgia as “she” walked into Mrs. Fiero's office through the private entrance. "May I go over to the window and see the view from here? I have always wondered what it would look like."

"Be my guess, Miss Wells."

Douglas’ masked image walked over to the high-rise plate glass and took in the vistas of the urban environment. "This is spectacular, just spectacular, Mrs. Fiero, but I didn't come up here to be a tourist," said Georgia as “she” got back on track. "What do you need from me at this moment, Boss?"

"After you help me put the items we brought up from my tombs vault into my dressing room, I will need for you to listen carefully to some instructions and then meet me back here at 4:30 P.M. Here is a key to my private dressing room. I will be changing for my exit and may need your help. At that time I will also give you all of the keys and combinations to this office and my house. You will be leaving the building in my car. I want you to drive instead of my chauffeur. The car has the directions to the house built into its computer, so there is no way you can get lost on your way there. The house is part of a gated estate community. It is located on the palisades over looking the Malibu Colony on the Pacific Ocean."

"That sounds easy enough to find," commented the lovely masked image of Georgia Wells.

"The guards at the estate and in the executive parking garage will be expecting you. They know the car, so there shouldn't be any hassle. In addition, I have released the house staff so that all of their vacations will occur simultaneously with my absence. This way they won't be there to bother you. I will also be giving you a series of phone numbers to call in case you get into a bind."

"Thank you, Mrs. Fiero." said Georgia while looking out the window at the view. "I will be back at 4:30 P.M. on the dot."

"I am counting on that, Georgia. Use this key to enter the executive parking garage. I want you to leave your office and follow you normal pattern, but get off at the parking garage instead of the lobby. If some one else is on the elevator with you, get off at the lobby and wait for a car that is empty to go to the garage. From the garage, you are to enter the executive elevator as we did from the tombs. It will bring you straight back here and to the private entrance to my office. We will leave the same way. The fewer noses that know what we are doing, the less fodder there will be for the rumor mills."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Fiero. Just consider all that done," said Douglas’ Georgia Wells image as “she” left the palatial office feeling like “she” should have added the term "Mistress" to the end of “her” sentence. The day between that moment and 4:30 P.M. went into slow motion. By the time “she” arrived at “her” workstation, “her” supervisor, Miss Stella Horni and two other leads that were sleeping their way up the career ladder were standing there waiting to hear the scoop and latest rumors from the executive suites.

"What did Miss Fiero want from the tombs?" asked Miss Horni.

"Just some files," replied Georgia Wells.

"Was her office as plush as they say it is?"

"It looks like the office complex of a powerful female CEO and the type of place that would belong at the top of a big and powerful firm," responded Georgia Wells.

"Are the rumors of a stock split true?" probed Miss Bendover.

"I didn't hear anything about that," stated Georgia Wells.

"You mean they swore you to secrecy?" probed Miss Horni.

"No, I mean that I didn't hear anything," reiterated Georgia Wells.

"Is the merger with Cybertec going to happen?" inquired Miss Goodwark.

"Nothing was said about that during my time with Mrs. Fiero."

"How is the weather up there?" questioned Miss Goodwark.

"Very rich," observed Georgia Wells.

"Are we in for a raise?" inquired Miss Bendover.

"I don't know. She didn't say," declared Georgia Wells.

"Why is she having your coat and bag cleaned?" questioned Miss Goodwark.

"I got them dirty moving banker’s boxes in the tombs for Miss Fiero," replied Georgia Wells.

"What was in the banker’s boxes?" inquired Miss Horni.

"I don't know. They were sealed, but I think that it was mostly personal stuff," said Georgia Wells.

"What kind of boxes were they?" asked Miss Benover.

"They were just standard banker's boxes," answered Georgia Wells.

"How many boxes were there?"

"Four or five," responded Georgia Wells.

"That would be enough to hold all of the confidential personnel files," commented Miss Goodwark.

"I said personal, not personnel," stated Georgia Wells.

"You are a monument of perfect noninformation, Georgia. They must have you in line for something big," said Miss Bendover.

"Either that or they are planning to phase all of us out during the merger. Is that what they told you?" pressed Miss Stella Horni."

"All I can say is that I can't tell you anything about what Mrs. Fiero shared with me," proclaimed Georgia Wells while honoring “her” promise to Mrs. Fiero.

"That's it then!" exclaimed Miss Bendover. "The merger is going to phase us all out."

"I didn't say that," said Georgia Wells.

"You didn't have to, Honey. Why else would they have you retrieve the confidential personnel files from the tombs? They are going to go through them and deciding who to keep and who to cut," announced Stella Horni.

"I didn't say they were personnel boxes," proclaimed Georgia Wells once again.

"It is time to dust off and redo the old resume," said Miss Bendover.

"I wonder if any of the attorneys who are on the chopping block will be starting up new practices?" projected Miss Goodwark.

"There might be a lot of opportunities there," said Miss Horni as the three gossiping hens drifted out of Georgia’s cubical on their way to spread rumor, discord and general mayhem through out the company's speculation mill.

Georgia Wells reflected on how this new rumor was being created and resolved that if “she” ever made CEO that anyone caught spreading unfounded rumors would be terminated. The act empowered the purveyor while destroying the moral and efficient function of the actual chain of command. Even though Georgia Wells was sure that the three gorgeous women who were the current purveyors of this activity were doing it without true malice, the result of their action was no less malicious and destructive to the purpose of the work site. “She” started clearing “her” desk and tying up what loose ends “she” could. At eleven “she” lied to Stella Horni about a family emergency with an aunt that “her” mother wanted “her” to take care of in Cochella.

"With the merger and staff reviews imminent, I don't think this is a good time to be absent from your post, Miss Wells," stated Stella Horni.

"Be that as it may, Miss Horni, I have to go."

"Well I suppose it must be important. Evidently your mother talked to someone upstairs and your leave has already been approved."

"My mother called the Executive Offices?" asked the masked image of Georgia Wells with genuine disbelief in “her” well-cultured voice.

"That is the fax I just got on my machine from Miss Wantsome," stated Miss Horni. "It says you are to leave by 4:15 P.M. and that you are approved for two weeks if needed. I guess somebody upstairs likes you, Miss Wells. When are you really going to tell me what you and Mrs. Fiero really talked about this morning?"

"I already told you all there is to tell, Miss Horni."

"Well you better wrap everything up here and pass what is left over to Miss Goodwark."

"Thank you Miss Horni. I will do that before I leave."

Georgia Wells stayed in “her” cubicle during “her” lunch hour. “She” was sure that doing that would drive the rumor mill off its axle. During the time right up and until “she” left to follow “her” circuitous route up to Mrs. Fiero's suite, “her” peers and alleged friends kept up the inquisition to no avail. “She” finally left at 4:10 P.M. and followed Mrs. Fiero's instructions to the letter. “She” used all the keys “she” was given and arrived at the door of Mrs. Fiero's private dressing closet unfollowed, undetected and unseen except by archiving security cameras that weren't designed to track her progress along her unorthodox route.

“She” knocked upon the door of the dressing area. "Mrs. Fiero," called out Georgia Wells, "It is Georgia Wells. I am a couple of minutes early. Are you in there? Are you decent?" Georgia Wells waited for a couple of hour-long minutes and no response came from the large walk-in closet/dressing area. “She” checked the door and found it locked. “She” listened for any interior movement. Sensing none, “she” used the key Mrs. Fiero gave her. "I am using the key you gave me to enter the closet," called out Georgia Wells as “she” unlocked the door. The large dressing closet had a complete wardrobe, including a selection of coats, shoes, and accessories. It also had a shower and lounge area, but there was no Mrs. Fiero anywhere in sight.

Georgia Wells sat down on the chair in front of the lighted and well-mirrored dressing table. “She” allowed “her” eyes to adjust to the closet’s dimmed light and scanned the contents of the room while “she” waited for “her” boss. It was at that point that Georgia Wells noticed an envelope taped to the make-up table's center mirror. On the left wing of that table appeared to be a wig stand and wig. Georgia Wells assumed that the stand was meant to be a perfectly replica of Mrs. Fiero's head. In fact, the face on the stand was so real it was spooky. It was like Mrs. Fiero had gone off and forgotten to take along her head. As “she” transferred “her” attention to the note taped to the mirror, Georgia Wells realized that the envelope was addressed to “her”. “She” pulled the enveloped off of the mirror and opened it. There was several hand written sheets of paper inside the large manila envelop along with a typed cover letter.

Dear Miss Wells,

Well I am off to the spa. Sorry for the subterfuge, but I couldn't reveal my entire plan for security

reasons. II understand that you kept your word and didn't reveal even a hint about my real intentions.

Good for you. I knew you were the right person for this complex and sensitive job.

Georgia, I have picked you to me for this next six weeks. If you do this right, you will be set for the rest

of your life. I used your coat and bag along with a dark wig styled like your hair to leave the building.

I am assuming that since you are reading this that you didn't see your twin brunette in the lobby on your

way here. Once you follow all of the instructions, you will be leaving the building as me and the switch

will be complete. I came into work in my long hooded mink today, so you need to wear it over the outfit

you chose. I suggest that you wear my burgundy leather suit. The wig and mask on the wing of this

vanity should fit you perfectly and for all intensive purposes, once you are wearing them and in my

clothes, you will be me.

The purse on the right wing of the make-up table has all of the identification and credit cards you will

need to secure your persona as me. I suggest that you always stay in secured areas. There have been

two attempts on my life in the past five weeks. The torso in the closet is structured on a bulletproof vest.

The mask is also designed to serve as body armor. It will not actually stop a bullet like the torso, but

it will deflect one unless it is shot from very close range. When you are in the car, keep the windows

closed and you will be in a bullet proof compartment. Since you are a little shorter than I am, I suggest

that you use my platform heels. The prosthetic gloves will duplicate my fingerprints and give you long,

dark red nails like I wear. If you don't wear them, this switch won't last long. When I drive, I also wear

black leather gloves so you will have to do the same. I suggest that you wear the leather gloves over the

prosthetic ones.

This should be enough instruction to get you to the house. Don't forget to leave by the public entrance

of my office so that Miss Wantsome will note your exit from the building. I want her to think that she

knows where I am. She will also be an unwitting witness to the switch that we are making.

Thanks for doing this for me, Miss Wells. Good luck, there will more instructions on the videotapes

that I have created for you at my house.

Wow, thought Douglas inside of his Georgia Wells disguise. This was a lot more than he had bargained for. What had started out as a cross-dressed and masked house sitting adventure was turning into a total impersonation of his boss. The attempt on Mrs. Fiero's life was also something else. That was probably why she didn't mention it that morning, continued Douglas with his internal monologue. If I continued on this path, I would be a decoy. What reality had suggested to Mrs. Fiero that I would go through with this? She couldn't have known that I am a master masker and cross dresser. After all, that isn't the type of thing I would list on my resume or of my applications for positions within the company.

The image of Georgia Wells surveyed the opulence and variety of the contents in the dressing closet. This time “she” verbalized and audiblized the following questions. "If I am stepping into Mrs. Fiero's identity, does that also mean that Mrs. Fiero is stepping into mine? If my boss was doing that, is it because of the attempts on her life? What is Mrs. Fiero really up to while I am masked in her identity and house sitting for her?"

Georgia Wells picked up the head and wig off of the make-up table. “She” placed it on “her” right shoulder and faced it toward the mirror. The detailed and expertly crafted mask of Mrs. Fiero looked like Georgia’s older sister. After placing the mask and wig back on the make-up table “she” turned and looked around the closet for the torso. Douglas Hungary could see that when he exchanged it for the one that was creating Georgia Wells’ youthful persona, the torso would convert Georgia Wells into Mrs. Fiero current dimensions.

For a couple of moments, Douglas toyed with the notion of researching what the whole effect would be like if “she” put on the Fiero mask, gloves and torso over the Georgia Wells disguise. If he had unlimited time to play around in the dressing closet this would have been the obvious course to take for Douglas Hungary, but time was a bit of a luxury for the moment. Thus he put the double masking idea on hold for the moment and decided to remove his Georgia Wells disguise. When he left for work this morning this was something that Douglas Hungary hadn’t planned on doing until he had arrived back in the privacy of his apartment.

He started his transformation process by removing Georgia’s long blonde wig. The large and well-lit mirrors of the dressing room shocked Douglas the way the smooth latex image Georgia’s baldhead always shocked him. With gloved fingers skilled by practice he slowly released the laces that secured his Georgia Wells identity to his face and head. Then he removed his blouse and lowered the strong hidden zipper that held Georgia Wells’ torso in place. He carefully pulled his gloved forearms out of the torso and slid the mask up and off of his head. After drying off and powdering his face, arms and body, he reversed the process with the items left for him by Mrs. Fiero until the mirrors of the dressing room reflected his new image.

Douglas Hungary decided to dress the Mrs. Fiero image before putting the wig and finishing touches to the Fiero image. Wearing the burgundy leather suit with matching platform boots that were laid out for his new image would be a fantasy in itself. Douglas had promised his Georgia Wells image that for next Christmas, he would buy “her” a pair of boots and a suit like that after he paid off the last payment on his student loans. Douglas had seen both the boots and the suit in the Newport News Catalogue, only they had described their color as cranberry.

The black, full-length, hooded mink coat was just something spectacular to behold. When it was draped over the three quarter length blazer, it said, “I have money to burn," and "I am the boss” all over it. The feel of the soft satin lining as it slid over the leather was like a dream come true. The car and house were probably in this same league. "It must be yummy to have money to burn," said Georgia Wells to “her” new Fiero masked reflection. Was this the taste of the other world that Mrs. Fiero had referred to in the elevator this morning? That direction changing, early morning elevator ride now seemed so long ago.

"Be brave, Douglas." encouraged the words that came out the mouth of his new Mrs. Fiero image. "How bad can it be? Sure there is danger, but it wouldn't be an adventure if it weren’t. You get to wear clothes that you have salivated for. You will have a life style that was beyond your dreams. You can handle the danger. You have been there before. Put the stuff on. See what it would be like to look like the female CEO of the firm. You can always take it all off and leave by the way you came in. No one would know that you backed away from a challenge that you have dreamt about. You can even wear her leather coat during your cowardly retreat, since she took your London Fog Macintosh and matching bag."

On the other hand, Mrs. Fiero had all of his Georgia Wells’s identification and wallet. Douglas’ new unwigged image walked over to the purse and saw that it contained all the cards, identification, keys and money he would need to have a great time as Mrs. Fiero, unless he was shot first. What if this was a set-up? What if Mrs. Fiero was trying to become Georgia Wells permanently and start over with a secret trust fund? What if Mrs. Fiero was planning to use her newly acquired Georgia Wells identity to do something illegal like do away with her husband for all the cheating he had done on her? There had been two hatboxes. Did the other one contain a mask and glove set that transformed Mrs. Fiero into Georgia's twin? The note had said something about Georgia being Mrs. Fiero’s twin.

What if the person who had talked her into this was really a masking Miss Wantsome and Mrs. Fiero was already dead and frozen in a freezer? What if this "planned switch" was helping Miss Wantsome and probably Mr. Fiero establish an ironclad alibi? Mr. Fiero was rumored to be having an affair with Miss Wantsome and there was that remark by Mrs. Fiero that a divorce would destroy the Fiero's holdings.

Both the positive and negative possibilities and probabilities of this masking adventure were endless and multiplying by the second. Yet, Douglas was a true masker in his heart and that meant that he lived to take chances and get as close to the razor's edge as was possible and still survive to tell the tale. All Douglas' internal discussions with his alter masked ego boiled down to whether he wanted to live on that razor's edge again, or go back to what had recently become Georgia Wells’s eight to five mundane and safe work-a-day world that was drifting from boredom to tedium and back again.

Douglas Hungary had never had the opportunity to be the female CEO of a large corporate conglomerate before. As the CEO of the firm, his masked image could make many of the changes that he had thought would make the company a far less hostile environment. Mrs. Fiero’s watch informed her masked image that it was nearing 4:50 P.M. Discussion time and the room for hesitation were over. It was time to fish or cut bait.

"Do it girl!" exclaimed Douglas as he finished tightening Mrs. Fiero’s latex image on his face. "This is a way to break out of the rut that you never expected. You know you want to try it!"

With that, Douglas took Georgia Wells’ clothes and hung them deep in the closet under a silver fox coat and packed Georgia’s latex identity into an empty hatbox. The new Mrs. Fiero rubbed her young, naked skin against the great selection of furs. Miss Fiero/Wells took a full-length red fox fur coat off of its hanger turned it inside out, put it on and luxuriated in the soft, rich, plush comfort of the fir. While wearing this garment “she” perused the items in the closet. If this was to be “her” temporary work wardrobe, “she” had better be familiar with it. There appeared to be a garment for every possible contingency and professional opportunity in the closet.

"She" waited to the last second before taking off the red fox fur and stepping into the bulletproof torso. It fit tight and sung against "her" slender frame. The real Mrs. Fiero was right about the way the torso would fit her. The fit was so perfect that Douglas just felt supported by the garment instead of enclosed in it. Once "she" had everything in place, "she" pulled on the strap attached to the enclosing zipper that was cleverly concealed in its placket. As the track of the zipper closed the support of the torso increased and "her" posture felt better. As much as "she" hated having to part with the coat, it was even more fun to put it back on after "she" holstered "her" new soft, full "EE" cup breasts in the black silk bra that matched "her" panties. "She" checked "herself" out in the full-length dressing room mirror.

The feathered edges of the torso disappeared into "her" own skin. The coat accentuated the covered/naked look. The only difference was that "her" new breasts were very much fuller and "her" new waist seemed much smaller. "Her" shoulders were also broader and "her" buttocks were rounder. This had to be the figure that Mrs. Fiero was allegedly on her way to the Jenner Spa to get. Inside of his new disguise, Douglas wondered how many Hollywood starlets had under gone the sculpting pain of the surgeon's knife to get a figure like this. “She” took off the red fox coat again, turned it right side out and put it on again over the apparently naked torso with the exception of the lacy black bra. This had to be some male’s wet dream. "She" even turned "herself" on dressed like this.

The new Mrs. Fiero then pulled on a pair of panty hose and a second pair of black silk panties over them. Once "she" had these undergarments in place "she" took out a pair of black platform lace-up, knee high, burgundy leather boots with five-inch heels. "She" pulled them onto "her" feet and carefully and evenly laced them to the top. "She" stood tall in "her" boots and the red fox fur coat drifted open just enough to reveal the hidden treasure beneath it. "She" felt strong and confident and "she" hadn't even put on the burgundy leather power suit yet.

From inside of his new image, once again Douglas Hungary was tempted to leave the dressing closet and go to his apartment dressed in this manner. That would be a small and not unknown adventure for Georgia Wells. At this point it would be easy forget the rest of the risks involved in the scheme that Mrs. Fiero had proposed, but then Douglas remembered again that if Georgia Wells was stopped on the bus and/or train, that "she" didn't have any of "her" own identification.

Thus, Douglas continued his transformation into Mrs. Fiero. The feel of the body armor material that the mask was allegedly made of was like none other that Douglas had worn. It was actually softer to the touch and more flexible that other masks and exactly the opposite of what Douglas had expected. The feathered edges of the mask around "her" eyes and the collarbone area allowed it to blend in with the torso and "her" own skin almost instantly. The feathered edges had an invisible adhesive coated on them that adhered with a slight amount of rubbing and pressure, when warmed to normal body skin temperatures. The ears matched perfectly to "hers" and contain hearing aids that actually increased "her" level of acuity.

"She" pulled on the prosthetic gloves that turned "her" hands into Norma Fiero's long nailed claws. Over these items, Douglas/Fiero layered a black heavy satin faux turtleneck blouse. Then "she" pulled on the long burgundy leather skirt, tucked in the satin blouse and zipped up the waist of the leather skirt. The tight waist of the skirt and the shimmery nature of the shoulder-padded blouse accentuated "her" exquisite torso enhanced figure.

Before "she" put on her three-quarter length, burgundy leather jacket, Douglas/Fiero decided to put on the frosted Fiero styled wig. The crown of the mask had a wide strip of Velcro glued onto it that matched a reverse strip of Velcro sown into the wig. Douglas’ Fiero image took care to line up the strips and pressed the wig into place. Norma Fiero was staring back at Douglas from the mirror. Every detail, beauty mark, and coloration was exact replicas. No feature had been left out.

Even the earrings looked like they had been taken out of Mrs. Fiero's jewelry case. With that thought in mind Douglas’ new masked imaged looked in the drawers of the make-up table to see if any appropriate necklaces were in them. The third one down on the right contained a set a three, three-quarter inch wide, heavy gold herringbone necklaces. Douglas had seen Mrs. Fiero wear all three at the same time. One necklace was nineteen inches long; the second was twenty-two inches long and the third was twenty-five inches long. Each of the necklaces had its own lobster claw clasp and safety chain. The three different lengths of three-quarter inch wide herringbone gold created a cascade effect that was incredibly rich looking, yet totally tasteful.

The gold showed off brilliantly against the heavy black satin of the blouse. The big thick gold earrings added to the heavy gold and moneyed look displayed by the rest of Mrs. Fiero’s ensemble. At last "she" reached for and slipped into the suit's jacket. "She" modeled for "herself" again in the mirror.

"You are a beauty if I do say so myself," said Mrs. Fiero's voice and lips. Where did that sound come from, thought Douglas to himself as he spun around to see if Mrs. Fiero had returned to the dressing room to check on "her" protégé. That sound did not feel like it came from my throat, continued Douglas' inward dialogue.

"You look like her, so why shouldn't you sound like her?" said the voice in the mirror. The new Mrs. Fiero picked up the beautiful red fox coat and returned it to its place in the closet and took out the full-length, hooded mink at the same time. "She" pondered whether "she" should put on the mink or carry it over "her" arm as "she" had seen the real Mrs. Fiero do upon occasion. While "she" made up "her" mind on this decision, "she" pulled on "her" black leather driving gloves. If "she" was carrying the large black leather, gold trimmed legal brief case in "her" right had, and "her" oversize black leather, gold trimmed purse on "her" left shoulder, it would be easier to wear the mink coat than to carry it.

"She" put on the luxurious, plush, full-cut coat. As fabulous as the red fox was, this garment was even more fanciful. The sleeves were so full, that Douglas could have worn on of them as a tube dress. "She" slung "her" purse over the left shoulder of “her” marvelous and long natural mink coat and picked up the brief case with "her" double-gloved right hand. "She" modeled for the full effect in front of the mirror once again. The posture correcting nature of the torso and mask even made "her" move like "her" boss. If Georgia Wells had been present in the closet at the beginning of this transformation process, Norma Fiero was the only one left in the dressing room to finish it.

"Good night, Miss Wantsome," said Norma Fiero's voice as her fashionable, professional image passed through her office door into the secretarial area of the outer office.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Fiero. Was there anything that I should get you before I leave for the day?"

Just to wind-up the rumor motor to a fever pitch, the newly masked image of Mrs. Fiero asked, "Did you put the copy of those merger negotiations in my brief case Fanny?"

"Merger negotiations? What merger negotiations? I thought that was all just a rumor,” said Fanny Wantsome excitedly.

"I am getting so absent minded, Fanny. I'm sorry I took care of that myself along with the staff- restructuring proposals."

"What staff-restructuring proposal, Mrs. Fiero."

"It is nothing that you need to worry about, Fanny. It is something that I need to discuss with my inner circle."

"Inner circle? What inner circle?" asked Fanny Wantsome. "I don't remember any correspondence with an inner circle designation."

"You can be such a jokester, Fanny. If I thought you really didn't know anything about all that, I would have you replaced," stated Norma Fiero's mink and leather-clad image. "By the way, I am feeling a small bit under the weather. I will need to be firing on all cylinders for my Denver negotiations. If I am not feeling better by tomorrow morning, I will not be coming into the office. Please clear my calendar of those appointments with the Cybertec people and the E-Power Outsource delegation. I will inform them of my decisions directly."

"Appointments with Cybertec People and the E-Power Outsource delegation? Are you sure that they were on the calendar for tomorrow, Mrs. Fiero?" asked Fanny Wantsome in a total quandary.

"That's the ticket, Fanny. Just act like I never had them. I like your attitude," said Douglas/Fiero with “her” tongue in “her” perfectly masked cheek.

"Thank you Mrs. Fiero. Should I call Mr. Fiero and tell him of your plans?"

"Plans? What plans?" said the image of Mrs. Fiero with a laugh. "Have the garage get my car ready. I feel like driving myself today."

"Yes, Mrs. Fiero. I will do that right away, Mrs. Fiero." Douglas/Fiero left the confused and flustered Fanny Wantsome, dialing the garage. “She” figured that by the time “she” was in the elevator, that Fanny Wantsome would be hooked up with Stella Horni, Marna Goodwark, and Shirley Bendover on a conference call that would choke the company rumor mill and speculation maelstrom into chaos. All out panic was sure to occur within the next fifteen to twenty minutes.

As Douglas' image of Mrs. Fiero stepped out of the elevator at the Garage level “her” suspicions about the speed and source of the company rumors were confirmed when Bill the garage attendant asked, "Is the merger going to effect the garages, mail room or janitorial services, Mrs. Fiero?”

"Merger? I don't know anything about a merger, Bill," responded Douglas/Fiero with the casual voice of absolute authority.

"Does the fact that you are driving yourself home mean that your chauffeur is already terminated?" inquired Bill.

"What are you talking about, Bill? Just help me get my things into the Rolls."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Fiero. I just hope I am here when you get back from your negotiations," said Bill as he loaded “her” car.

"I would stop listening on your party line hook-up, Bill. It sounds to me like too many people have too little to do if they can get information this fouled up," stated Douglas from inside of his perfect latex disguise. The new Mrs. Fiero got into “her” Rolls while Bill put “her” brief case and purse on the passenger side. “She” started the great automobile's engine and drove out of the executive garage.

Driving a vintage bullet proof Rolls Royce Silver Cloud through the streets of Downtown Los Angeles for the first time was also an adventure in itself. The car was so well insulated and mechanically tuned that Douglas couldn't hear the motor from the inside of his marvelous disguise. “She” kept listening to see if the engine was still on. The vehicle moved like some cable under the street was pulling it along. There was no sense of the road under “her”.

Douglas was use to vintage cars, but they were generally in the class of some broken down Ford Falcon, Volkswagen Beetle or Datsun B210 and called junkers instead of vintage or restored. Of course, it almost went without saying that the fantasies of driving an eye catcher like the Silver Cloud was doubled by the reality of doing it from inside the identity of a persona other than your own. Mrs. Fiero’s masked image was reveling in the attention “she” was getting. Could the bulletproof nature/weight of the car have something to do with the high quality of the ride, or were all Rolls Royces like this? However, the car was no ass dragging land yacht when the new Mrs. Fiero accelerated to enter the freeway charted on the route laid out by the car's directional computer.

After “she” had been on the Santa Monica Freeway for about a mile, the car's phone rang. The voice on the other end of the hands free communication unit said, "Hello, Mrs. Fiero. This is Georgia Wells calling."

The new image of Mrs. Fiero assumed that the caller must be the real Mrs. Fiero. Douglas decided to play along with the roll switch. "Hello yourself, Georgia Wells. What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to see if you had any problems leaving the office," said the real Mrs. Fiero.

"I don't think I did, Miss Wells. Everything went a smooth as glass," commented Douglas/Fiero.

"I just got a call from a Miss Goodwark that told me that I had better cut my emergency leave as short as I can. According to her, all hell was about to break lose based upon the re-staffing that was being necessitated by the impending merger with some huge combine operating out of Denver. Can you confirm any of this?"

"It sounds to me like the rumor mill and gossip clubs have finally choked themselves to death, Miss Wells," stated the image of Mrs. Fiero while continuing to navigate westward along the Santa Monica Freeway. “My absence for the next three days should make that whole rumor mill network implode."

"I hope it doesn't implode too soon, because I understand that the Denver subsidiary really is going to take over the management of the Los Angeles Office and that I was the one that was going to set that up while you and Mr. Fiero went on your second honeymoon."

"You seem to know more about that than I do, Miss Wells," commented the new image of Mrs. Fiero. "Your input is fascinating."

"Well I hope you enjoy your trip to Europe. I will be thinking of you as I work out the details of the merger," said the voice on the other end of the phone conversation.

"Does this mean that there is a change in your plans, Miss Wells?" asked Douglas/Fiero.

"None that I am sure that you can't handle, Mrs. Fiero. I will call you on the red phone in three days. Monitor all the rest of your calls with the answering machine. I will also be monitoring those calls. I hope that you and Mr. Mando Fiero have a really good time. Bye..."

Did that conversation mean that Douglas Hungary as the real Georgia Wells was going to Europe with the real Mr. Mando Fiero? How long was Douglas expected to stay in the image of Mrs. Fiero? When Douglas as Mrs. Fiero returned from Europe, was “she” going to become part of the newly restructured firm? Hopefully the videos at the house would have some answers.

Except for the puzzling questions that were still plaguing his inner most thoughts, Douglas Hungary in the image of Mrs. Fiero enjoyed “her” drive northwest along the Pacific Coast Highway to the opulent and ostentatious estate on the Palisades above the Malibu Colony. As the real Mrs. Fiero had predicted, Douglas’ Fiero image had absolutely no trouble in gaining entrance to the estate. “She” passed through the guard gates as Mrs. Fiero and was logged into the house a bit earlier than usual.

After securing the Rolls Royce in one of the many garages of the house, Douglas decided that his image of Mrs. Fiero needed to take a tour of the house and estate to become familiar with it. While still wearing “her” mink coat and leather suit, “she” began with the marble floored entry area. The house was right out of the show, America's Palaces of the Rich and Famous. It looked like it was built for a rock star that wrapped and lit his cigars with a one hundred-dollar bill because he had money to burn. The pool with its inlaid marble decking was of Olympic size proportions. The sprawling rooms were each large enough to provide housing for two large farm work families. It was hard to believe that the place was one residence for two people and not a small luxury hotel/resort.

The extensive and amazing tour made it was obvious to Douglas Hungary in his Norma Fiero image that the real Mr. Mando and Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero had their own bedroom suites. Each of the two suites demonstrated the difference in their personal tastes. Douglas wondered if they were still doing it and which of the two suites they were doing it in? Mr. Mando Fiero's personal suite was a man's man suite complete with a gym, weight room and spa. The walls had the same dark walnut paneling that he had in his office. Douglas could really enjoy himself in this suite.

Norma Melba Fiero's personal suite contained a dressing room that was larger than most modeling salons at the upscale shops on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. The entire room was mirrored except for the floor, which had a white deep plush carpet on it. Each of the mirrored panels in the octagonal room turned out to be wardrobe doors that lead to a closet specializing in a particular style or type of clothing. She had a coat closet that not only duplicated what was in the office closet, but also had each style in a range of colors.

The boot closet was probably the greatest collection of that type of footwear in one size that Douglas had ever seen. The heels varied in length from flat to ten-inch high with various shapes and styles of platforms to match. The style of boot varied from ankle high to crotch high in both lace and unlaced models. Some of the boots went on with zippers, while others were pull-ons. The boots were made of leather, suede, rubber, and PVC. Every color of the rainbow was also represented, but black dominated the collection.

The accessories closet had a whole cupboard dedicated to gloves and stockings. These items also came in a multiplicity of style, materials, colors and lengths. The accessory closet also had a cupboard full of wigs and masks to match every whim, need, mood, or occasion. The jewelry drawers would have been able to stock a Macy’s during the Christmas sales rush. This was not to mention the lingerie closet, the suit closet, the formal closet, the casual closet, and the shoe closet. The place was a clothes jockey's paradise.

Douglas in his masked Fiero image took off the full cut, hooded mink coat and hung it in the coat closet. The feel of the burgundy leather power suit was so marvelous that he left it on. Instead removing the leatherwear, his new latex image covered the rest of “her” outfit with a black, full-length, long-sleeve, high neck, and heavy satin housecoat. It was pretty enough to look like “she” was a hostess entertaining a party, but it also completely covered the fact that “she” was still completely dressed in “her” leather power suit.

Fiero/Douglas then drifted into the kitchen to see what goodies were available for human consumption. The refrigerator and cupboards were stocked in depth like Mrs. Fiero's clothes closets. Not only did the pantries have the usual fair of prepared items; they also had all the ingredients and condiments to make just about any desired dish to any desired taste. With the microwave's nuking ability, the masked and dressed image of Mrs. Fiero had a gourmet meal prepared in about ten minutes. Granted that it was just a glorified TV dinner, but when it was placed upon the alabaster, gold rimmed china and served with a glass of fine wine from the small cellar in the pantry, it was still at least ten notches above what Douglas normally ate for dinner.

After “her” meal, “she” layered on a pair of rubber gloves (Douglas was now wearing three layers of gloves) to clean up after “her” meal. Once “she” was done “she” walked into the plush furnished and appointed screening room to watch the video tapes that Mrs. Fiero told his Georgia Wells image would be there for “her” viewing. The box of tapes was on top of the VCR as promised. A note taped to the box told Douglas’ latex image that the VCR was already loaded and that he should start with that tape first.

What Douglas saw in that first video was a total shock and warned him once again to sharpen up because he was in the big leagues, with the leagues and stakes getting bigger by the moment. The tape in the machine proved to be a recording of Georgia Wells transforming herself into her alter ego, Douglas Hungary. It must have been done with long-range high-powered lenses and with parabolic mikes, but it was very incriminating just the same. The content spoken in the video's narration by a strange electronic voice made it clear to Georgia Wells that “she” was way beyond the point of no return. This made Douglas realize that if he didn't take the chances that this role-playing and house sitting would entail that his life with its various female alter egos wouldn't be worth squat anyway no matter how he sliced it.

The rest of the videos contained a complete briefing and historical breakdown of Mrs. Fiero's complex and interesting life as well as all of her current projects. According to the spooky electronic voice that continued to narrate the videos, if Douglas’ new Mrs. Fiero followed all of the information on the tapes and memorized the contents, “she” would be able to function as Norma Melba Fiero under even the closest scrutiny. The tapes reinforced the reality that not even Mr. Fiero had been informed of the switch. He only was aware of the fact that Mrs. Fiero had been looking for someone to house sit for them when they were away.

In his image of Norma Melba Fiero, Douglas Hungary sat mesmerized before the full-wall, flat screen television. At one and the same time, he felt trapped, exploited, endangered, insulted, enraged, exalted, excited and exhilarated by the situation in which he found himself. How could Mrs. Fiero have done this to him while at the same time trusting him like no other person had ever done before?

It did not take a rocket scientist to surmise that the digestion and the learning of the content on the tapes was going to be a major undertaking. Douglas had developed other masked characters before in his female masking life, but never one that was this real or complex. It was also apparent to Douglas that he would need to stay in one or the other of his disguises full-time.

The tapes also made it clear that Mrs. Fiero had made it one of her trademarks to be unpredictable. She felt that this unpredictability gave her a controlling advantage. From what Douglas could see on the tapes, in addition to her personal observations, there was a lot of truth to this belief and assertion. The only problem that an imposture encountered with this life style was that people countered it with their own measure of unpredictability.

Douglas went into the master bedroom suite and took off the satin housecoat, leather gloves and the burgundy leather suit. He searched the lingerie closet for a nightgown and realized that there weren’t any in the closet. Did this mean that Mrs. Fiero slept in the buff or that she slept in things like the satin housecoat? Douglas decided to play it safe and left Mrs. Fiero’s burgundy boots on and covered her torsoed and masked body with a red silk caftan. Then “she” put the housecoat back on. “She” left the zipper open to allow the red silk caftan to flow between the front panels of the housecoat. Dressed more comfortably and looking very much like the lady of the house, “she” returned to the screening room time and time again to immerse “her” alter ego in the personality and realities of the female masked image that “she” was becoming.

The next three days went pretty much as they had been laid out and planned by Mrs. Fiero. During that entire time Douglas Hungary’s various masked images stayed within the safety of the sprawling house. He didn’t even open the drapes and shutters. When “she” wasn’t sleeping, eating or using the bathroom facilities, “she” was in the screening room. Douglas learned and drilled his masked alter ego on the material in the tapes until even he began think that “she” was Mrs. Fiero.

“She” also worked at becoming familiar with all of Mrs. Fiero's personal items. Georgia Wells enjoyed “her” new role. Being a well educated, high-powered, wealthy female CEO was a new setting to Georgia and by extension, Douglas Hungary. Even though his new Norma Melba Fiero image wasn’t interacting with people yet, the tapes allowed Douglas to see the world from a totally different point of view than he was used to. The female masked image found “herself” looking down on things instead of up to them.

On the evening of the third day, Douglas as the beautiful image of Norma Melba Fiero was sitting in the screening room when the red phone rang. “This is the Fiero residence. How may I help you?”

“This is Georgia Wells, Norma. Can we talk?” asked the voice on the other end of the line.

“I was expecting your call a little earlier, Georgia,” said the real Douglas from inside of his Mrs. Fiero disguise. “It is your nickel. Talk away.”

“How have the lessons been coming?”

“Ask me something and see,” suggested Douglas in his switched role of Georgia/Fiero.

“What does your husband think about the configuration of your house?” quizzed the real Norma Melba Fiero in her role of Georgia Wells.

“He has never liked it and considers it my house. He is almost never here anyway. For the most part he only shows up to entertain one of his whores in my absence or to host a company function. He is not even aware of the secret vaults in my bedroom."

“That is an interesting state of affairs,” stated the real Mrs. Fiero through her Georgia Wells disguise. "Don't you find it strange?"

“Not really. While George and I didn't start out this way, our marriage has become more of an institutional arrangement that an affair of the heart. At least that is my opinion on that matter.”

"Well said, Norma. What is your favorite thing to wear around the house?” asked the real Norma Fiero in her roll as Georgia Wells.

“I love my black, heavy satin house coat. I actually have four of them so that one is always clean and ready to wear. Of course I also enjoy wearing my collection of colorful caftans.”

“Another good answer. Where did you graduate from high school?”

“Skyline High School in Oakland.”

“What was your favorite subject?”

“Music. I liked it so much that I learned to play the bassoon, violin and piano. However, the bassoon is my favorite instrument.”

“How long have you been wearing the page boy hair style?”

“Ever since I can remember. My mother wore her hair in the style too.”

“Why did you become a lawyer?”

“I was in a car wreck and broke the fingers on my right hand. While they were healing in a plaster cast, I read a book on racism in the law and thought that while there was limited financial rewards for bassoon players, rewards for enterprising lawyers were unlimited.”

“That is pretty good, Mrs. Fiero. A little crass, but well done.”

“So what is the next step, Miss Wells?” asked Douglas’ latex image of Mrs. Fiero.

"Well you might learn to answer some of the questions I asked you in a more natural and less rote manner. They will sound far more credible if you do that."

"I will work on that, but I meant procedure in terms of the house sitting plan," said Douglas to the person he was calling Miss Wells.

“On that score, I need to ask how is your security?” inquired the voice from the other end of the line.

“I haven’t stepped out of the house since I have arrived.”

“That is what the monitoring of your calls has also revealed. They may believe that Mrs. Fiero has gone to ground. On the other hand, with all the security around the house, they maybe waiting for you to be in a more vulnerable position,” declared the Mrs. Fiero's imitation of Georgia Wells’ voice. "The car trip between the office and the house could be one of those times. Be careful and alert on your trip into the office this morning. Stay on well-traveled arteries. Remember that the car itself will provide some degree of protection."

"That is not very reassuring," confessed Douglas Hungary through his Norma Fiero disguise.

"You have nothing to worry about if you watch out for your P's and Q's. I'll call you at noon on the private and secured cell line that I have given you for that purpose. Make sure the batteries are fully charged."

"I have already done that, Miss Wells."

"I am sure that everything will go just fine. That goes for your appearance at the office as well. Remember to buckle-up, Mrs. Fiero."

"Thanks for reminding me, Miss Wells," said Douglas with Mrs. Fiero's voice.

The Wednesday morning trip into the office went as smooth as any commute from Malibu to downtown Los Angeles ever goes. The sixty-mile ride had its regular traffic snarls and frustrations, but these were at all the normal places. The car behaved in its exemplary manner. When the latex image of Norma Fiero pulled into the executive garage “she” had the tank filled with fuel for the ride home.

Douglas Hungary figured that a public gas station out on the highway would be a very vulnerable place of instant incineration. The rubber and impeccably dressed Mrs. Fiero took the now familiar ride up the executive elevator to “her” office and let Miss Wantsome know that “she” was in. The detail in the video briefings and Douglas' ever growing confidence in his disguise made the day in the office go as smooth as the ride into the office. Since “she” ate in her office, which the real Mrs. Fiero often did, most of the contact with others was cut and dry business related stuff. The noontime call from "Georgia Wells" gave Douglas another update and briefing that made most of the afternoon glide by.

"Your tickets and reservations for your Denver trip are complete and in this envelop, Mrs. Fiero," declared Miss Wantsome to the masked imaged of Mrs. Fiero."

"Good, Fanny. Just put them on the corner of the desk and I will check them in a minute," said the masked reality of Mrs. Fiero without looking up. Douglas intended to let Fanny Wantsome know that his latex alter ego didn't consider her worthy of a look. This was calculated to increase Fanny's insecurity and further fan the flames of the rumor mill.

"I must say that the office is full of rumors over what this trip is about, Mrs. Fiero," said Fanny Wantsome with her fake and innocent probing style.

I got your number Fanny, thought Douglas from inside of his perfect disguise. "That's interesting, Fanny," said the voice of Mrs. Fiero while “she” once again did not acknowledge Fanny Wantsome with not so much as a wayward glance.

"Word has it that somehow the firm has become over extended and is almost bankrupt. Rumor further has it that the firm is being bought out by a corporation from Denver," stated Fanny Wantsome.

"I have heard those rumors as well, Miss Wantsome." Since the masked image of Mrs. Fiero continued to look at some records on her desk, Fanny Wantsome fidgeted for a moment, coughed, slammed the folder on the corner of the desk and pivoted to leave the office.

"Thank you for serving me so well, Fanny. I am sure that you will always be a credit to whatever firm you work for. I will even put that in writing if you like," said Mrs. Fiero's voice with a note of sarcasm in it to the backside of Fanny Wantsome's retreat.

"Thank you for your confidence in me," said Fanny Wantsome as she stopped her retreat and turned to look at what she thought was Mrs. Fiero only to see her "boss" entering her private bathroom. Fanny was positive as she went back to her desk that the rumored merger meant that she was going to be out of a job. She immediately called Mr. Fiero in Hawaii to complain not knowing that her phone was tapped and that everything she said was being monitored and recorded by the real Norma Fiero.

"Mr. Fiero here. Do you have any awareness of how early it is here? Who is this anyway? It better not be you Norma with more of your incessant briefings."

"It's Fanny, George and it is almost noon here."

"Well it is almost five A.M. here and I had a late night, last night, Fanny. Since you have me awake, Honey, what's up?"

"Your wife is planning to merge the firm with a Denver corporation."

"Mrs. Fiero knows what she is doing Fanny. Don't worry about it. We have to get liquid in order for you and I to get together," said George Fiero. "Have you taken care of that other matter?"

"She has been playing it close to the vest, George. They have not been able to get near to her since the first two attempts."

"Well keep trying. There will be more opportunities in Denver. She won't have the Rolls Royce there. In fact, instruct the contractors that it might be a good idea to back off until after the deal is signed and delivered. That way, things will be cleaner."

"If you say so George, but what about my job," inquired Fanny.

"Your new job will be being Mrs. Fanny Fiero, Babe. Now make sure you take care of that other matter while I am still in Hawaii."

"Don't worry, George. It will be done if I have to do it myself," assured Fanny Wantsome. “In fact I already have part of a plan in place to do that very thing.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Miss Wantsome,” stated George Fiero with a change in his tone of voice.

"There is a girl that works for Miss Stella Horni down in research. Her name is Georgia Wells. She is a dumb and naïve little thing. She is currently out of the office on some family emergency,” said Fanny Wantsome while not detecting the change in George Fiero’s tone of voice.

"I know who she is. So why are we talking about her?" asked George Fiero innocently.

"I am planning to steal her identity and become Georgia Wells so I can take out Mrs. Fiero when you tell me to in Denver."

"Don't tell me anymore, Fanny. I don't want to know the details. If you know what you want, you need to pursue it, Miss Wantsome. For the record, I never told you to, let alone hinted that you do anything of a sort. In fact I am telling you not to do whatever you are planning," said George Fiero. “Better yet, we aren’t even having this conversation.”

"I get it, Mr. Fiero,” said Fanny who figured that he meant just the opposite from what he had suggested. “When can I expect to hear from you again Mr. Fiero?”

“The less contact we have right now, the less we will have to justify later, Miss Wantsome,” replied George Fiero.

“But I need your strength George.”

“That is nice to hear, Fanny.”

“But with you away in Hawaii, we are seeing so little of each other.”

“If you want your career and rank to continue to advance in this corporation, Miss Wantsome that is the way it has to be for now. Mrs. Fiero may be a lot of things, but she isn’t stupid. My other line is ringing. I have to go.” Fanny firmly resolved to take out Norma Fiero in order to advance her career.

“George Fiero here.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I am calling so early in terms of Hawaiian time, George?” asked the real Norma Fiero. She had heard his entire conversation with Fanny via her tap on Fanny’s phone.

“Why would I do that, Honey? You know how I love getting your calls.”

“Don’t you want to know why I called?” asked the real Norma Melba Fiero.

“I figure that you will tell me soon enough my dearest. Right now I am just enjoying waking up from a sound sleep to the sound of your lovely voice.”

“You say the sweetest things, George,” responded Norma Fiero as her eyes from behind her Georgia Wells disguise threw looks that could have melted diamonds. “Anyway, I just thought that you were working so hard out there in Hawaii and that if you had clerical support, it would save on the hiring of temp services.”

“That is a good idea, Norma. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” said George Fiero.

“That is what you have me for George. I was going to send Georgia Wells out to you when she gets back from her family leave this afternoon, but her family emergency leave has been extended. So, I will be sending Miss Wantsome in Georgia’s place.”

“Do you think that is wise, Norma. She is so close to your work.”

“Miss Horni can fill in, George. You need Miss Wantsome more than I do.”

“But…”

“No Butts, George. The sooner you get done in Hawaii, the sooner we can go to Europe. I have already set up the reservations for Miss Wantsome and she will be in Hawaii by tonight. I will leave it to you to set up her reservations for a hotel on your end.”

“All right, Dearest. If you insist, I will take on the clerical responsibility of Miss Wantsome, but I would have preferred that young Miss Wells.”

“We can’t all have everything we want, George. I hope Miss Wantsome performs well for you.”

“I am sure that if you brief her that she will perform just fine. Won’t you need her in Denver?”

I am sure she will perform well in your bed, Bastard, thought Norma Fiero to herself. "I am hoping that Miss Wells will be available in Denver, George.”

“Did you ever find a house sitter for us while we are in Europe?” inquired George Fiero.

“Yes I did, Honey.”

“Do I know him?” probed George.

“It’s a her and I think that you know her, George.”

“Who is it, then?”

“It is Miss Wells,” responded Mrs. Fiero.

“I hardly know her, Norma, but if you picked her, I am sure that she is a good, choice. I have to go, Sweetie. My other line is ringing.”

“You sure are busy dear. That proves that you need the help I am sending you." It is probably Fanny calling him back with the fax she just got telling her that she was on her way to Hawaii, continued Norma Fiero with her internal dialogue behind her Georgia Wells disguise. She switched back to her monitor of Fanny’s line to hear the following:

“Who were you talking with, George?”

“No one, Miss Wantsome,” lied George.

“Well I have some good news and some bad news, George,” announced Fanny Wantsome.

“Tell me the bad news first, Fanny.”

“I can’t go to Denver to take care of that matter we discussed. That means that I will have to delegate the responsibility to that special team.”

“What’s the good news Fanny?”

“I am being assigned to be your assistant for the rest of your stay in Hawaii.”

“When are you going to tell me the good news, Fanny?”

“That was the good news.”

“In what way?”

“We can be together.”

“Not on your life, Fanny. This sounds like a well-designed Norma Fiero trap to me.”

“How can me being in Hawaii be a trap?”

“We will have to be all business, Miss Wantsome. There are too many people walking around here with cameras hanging on their chests. There is no way to tell the private investigator from a tourist,” informed George Fiero.

"Do you thinks she knows?"

"Whom are we talking about and what are we talking about?" said George Fiero while trying to mask his lust for Fanny Wantsome.

"Do you think that your wife knows about us?"

"What is there for her to know?" asked George.

"Us, everything, George."

"I don't know what you are talking about Miss Wantsome, but I will appreciate your capable assistance so I can finish my tasks here faster."

"I don't understand your attitude, George."

"Long lines have big ears, Miss Wantsome. I will explain when we are face to face and out of the range of spying technologies."

"I see. Will that be later today your time, Mr. Fiero?" asked Fanny as she finally began to catch onto George's code.

"Take the airport limousine to the royal Hawaiian Hotel. I will meet you there, Miss Wantsome. I will have several projects and a hard probe lined up for you."

"Is that where I will be staying, George? That is very romantic."

"I will meet you there for cocktails and a briefing, Miss Wantsome. I have not had time to set up your housing yet."

"I'll see you at the bar in the royal Hawaiian about five your time."

"That is the plan, Miss Wantsome," said George in his all business voice. Once he had hung up, the real Mrs. Fiero in her Georgia Wells disguise buzzed her own private office line to get Douglas Hungary in his alter ego of Mrs. Fiero. “I wouldn’t trust Miss Horni any further than you can throw her.”

"Mrs. Fiero?" inquired the real Norma Fiero.

"Yes," said the masked image of Mrs. Fiero.

"I have booked reservations for Fanny Wantsome’s trip to Hawaii. Miss Stella Horni will fill in Miss Wantsome's position for you. Make sure that you treat her as she has treated you," asserted the real Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero.

"Thank you for small favors, Miss Wells," responded Douglas from behind his Mrs. Fiero disguise. With that, Douglas pressed in Miss Horni's extension. When Miss Horni answered, Douglas’s best, Mrs. Fiero impression said, "Wrap-up whatever you are doing Stella and get up to my office within the hour. Miss Wantsome has been called to Hawaii. Have Miss Bendover and Miss Goodwark take over your work. They have too much free time on their hands to be drawing the salaries they are getting. If things don't tighten-up around here there are going to be some changes made."

"I will be in your office in fifteen minutes Mrs. Fiero. I look forward to serving you directly," stated Stella Horni in her best kiss-ass voice.

"What I am having you do is of an extremely confidential nature, Stella. I don't even want you to tell you closest friend that you have received a large promotion. One word out on this and you will be summarily terminated. Is that clear?" asked Douglas with Mrs. Fiero's voice.

"Yes, Mrs. Fiero. I understand the nature of your office and I promise not to follow the precedents set by my predecessor," assured Stella Horni.

"I will be waiting for your arrival," said the image of Mrs. Fiero.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Mrs. Fiero," said Stella Horni as she hung up the phone thinking that she was finally on the inside of the executive suite.

Thoughts about what to do with Stella began to flood Douglas's creative masking mind. Then, an epiphany of white-hot lighting struck that creative masking mind like a divine inspiration. What if he could turn the tables and have Stella mask as Mrs. Fiero. Stella would make a wonderful clay pigeon. This would actually augment the house sitting activities. She would be so flattered by the process that she would ignore the obvious questions about the risk involved. Douglas could pretend to be Mrs. Fiero in the role of Georgia Wells, and Stella could wear the costume that Douglas was wearing. Then as Mrs. Fiero, Douglas could run Stella the way the real Mrs. Fiero was running him as Georgia Wells.

The difference between this new scheme and the one that was currently in place would be that Georgia Wells, as herself or her alter ego Douglas, would be the new Mrs. Stella/Fiero's constant companion and make sure that she was exposed in ways that the hit team would find easy pickings. The suit and mask's built in body armor would provide some protection and make Mrs. Stella/Fiero hard to kill. The possibilities once this switch was accomplished were endless. Douglas drifted away from his current reality as he proposed a variety of sinister and creative scenarios to himself behind his Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero disguise.

The buzz of Mrs. Fiero's intercom brought Douglas/Georgia/Fiero back into the present. "I got here as quickly as I could, Mrs. Fiero," said Stella Horni's kiss butt voice.

"And not a moment too soon," replied Mrs. Fiero's unappreciative voice through the intercom. "Please come into my office. I almost have your assignment ready." Stella knocked on the door and entered. "What I am about to tell you is for your ears only. Your promotion and tenure with this firm depends upon your total, and I mean total and unquestioning cooperation, Stella."

"Of course that goes without saying Mrs. Fiero," declared Stella Horni.

“That includes all your closet friends both in and outside of the firm as well. To be honest that also includes Mr. Fiero.”

“I am your to command, Mrs. Fiero,” said Stella Horni.

"Good, because for reasons I am not at liberty to disclose, I am going to act as if I am Georgia Wells and you are going to be me."

"I'm going to do what?" questioned Stella Horni.

"I thought that I had your complete unquestioning cooperation on this, Miss Horni. Am I wrong on that?" asked the image of Mrs. Fiero.

"It is just that I..."

"I am sorry that I took you into my confidence. I will call security to have you escorted out of the building, Miss Horni."

"Please give me another chance, Mrs. Fiero," begged Stella Horni as Douglas/Fiero reveled in “her” absolute ruthless power.

"I don't know..."

"It's just that you took me by surprise. I promise it will never happen again," pleaded Stella.

"I am involved in some extremely ticklish negotiations, Miss Horni. One more foul-up like that and the whole thing will go into the tank."

"I understand. Please use me in anyway necessary. I promise to go along with whatever you desire, no matter how bizarre it may seem," said Stella.

"It may get pretty bizarre. There are some ruthless men involved. I will need some maneuvering room to thwart their goals and you may even have to supply sexual favors to these men and act like you like it."

"Test me anyway you desire, Mrs. Fiero. I can do whatever you need, but I'm not sure that I could imitate you," said Stella Horni.

"Don't worry your pretty little mind about that, Miss Horni. I have a way for that to happen. First I will go into my private dressing closet and become Miss Wells. It should take me about fifteen minutes. Mean while I want you to write out my suicide note in you own hand."

"Suicide?" probed Miss Horni.

"Are we questioning the process again? Everything I will have you do is part of an illusion to set a trap for these unscrupulous men. I thought you promised me that..."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fiero. I am doing my best. I am just not used to the cloak and dagger stuff. I'll compose that note right away."

With that, Douglas Hungary as Georgia Wells, in the image of Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero stepped into the dressing closet and removed “her” wig and mask. “She” decided to leave the rest of the body suit on. Stella's great body didn't need any augmentation. Of course that also meant that Stella Horni wouldn’t be wearing any body armor. Douglas then pulled on his Georgia Wells mask and wig. As Georgia, Douglas then picked out one of Mrs. Fiero's leather power suits. This one must have been from when she was a couple of dress sizes smaller. While it would look flashy and expensive, it should also be very uncomfortable for Stella to wear. When Douglas as the augmented Georgia Wells re-entered the office, Stella was hard at work finishing up the hand written suicide note.

"Put that in an envelope and seal it." Stella did as she was told. "Now put it in this folder and give it to me."

As Stella approached Georgia Wells she said, "Oh my God, If I didn't know you were Mrs. Fiero, I would believe that you were Georgia Wells with a new wardrobe."

"I thought you would have all of your clothes off by now," said Douglas/Georgia while ignoring Stella's observation.

"I didn't know you wanted me to strip, Mrs. Fiero."

"I am no longer Mrs. Fiero. Call me Georgia. How can you be me if you are wearing your clothes and calling me by my name?"

"Right, Georgia. I will have my clothes off in a jiffy," declared Stella.

“How did you come into work today?” asked Douglas’ Georgia Wells image.

“I rode the subway into work from my apartment,” said Stella as she started to strip off her clothes.

“Good. If you didn’t show up at your apartment for a couple of days will anyone say anything?”

“My boy friend would probably wonder where I was,” stated Stella.

“Call him and tell him the company is sending you to El Paso on an emergency trip for the next few days,” commanded Douglas’s Georgia Wells impersonation.

“Jake won’t like that, Mrs. Fiero,” said Stella.

“It seems we have a problem again. My name is Georgia Wells for the time being. You are becoming Mrs. Fiero. Do you value your career here more than this fool you call Jake?”

“Well I thought that Jake and I had a future,” reasoned Stella Horni.

“And that future is more valuable to you than you future with this company?”

“Well not exactly, Mrs. Fiero, I mean Georgia. I really want to work here and value the opportunity you have given me, but I want….”

“You want your cake and eat it too. Don’t we all. I guess I had better call Miss Goodwark and see if she has the commitment that it takes to be my personal secretary,” threatened Douglas as Mrs. Fiero pretending to be Georgia Wells.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss Wells. I am the only person that can do what you wish,” declared Stella Horni who was by now totally naked in front of Douglas’ Georgia Well’s alter ego. With that, the naked Stella walked over to the office phone and called Jake. Douglas could tell by Stella’s tone that Jake was not overjoyed with Stella’s news. Behind his Georgia disguise, Douglas was lathering at the fabulous image of the naked Stella Horni. As Douglas Hungary, he wouldn't even have a chance to see a post card of Miss Horni in this condition, let alone be in the same room as she was.

When Stella got off of the phone Douglas’ alter ego of Georgia Wells continued laying out “her” plan for the day by saying, "We will be going on an inspection tour of the firm. I want the entire office to know that you are personally evaluating the necessity and worth of each position. You are to act as if you have a bad case of laryngitis. I will inform them that you are no longer contagious, but that your doctors have insisted that you rest your voice and throat. You are to pretend to whisper things for me to say in my ear and I will speak for you. To make sure that you don't say anything by accident, I am gagging you under the mask that will transform you into my image. The fact that you can't answer any questions will turn the heat up tenfold in the rumor mill."

With this announcement, the masked image of Georgia Wells took a five-inch length of two and a half-inch wide adhesive tape and sealed Miss Horni's lips. She then had Miss Horni dress in the glove tight burgundy leather outfit. Then she pulled the Mrs. Fiero mask onto Miss Horni, laced it tight, and layered Mrs. Fiero’s signature pageboy hairstyle over the mask.

While Stella was as tall as Mrs. Fiero, Georgia decided to make Stella her look more dominant and even taller by having her wear ankle strapped, six-inch high, burgundy clogs. After the clogs were locked in place on Stella Horni’s version of Norma Fiero, Georgia checked “her” own look in the large office mirror. They looked like two sexy, headhunting executives. “This tour should shake things up a bit. I don’t know when I last saw you make one, Mrs. Fiero,” said Georgia’s latex visage to the tall, gagged and masked image of her boss.

Stella Horni’s version of the fabulous leather covered image of Mrs. Fiero shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn’t remember when she last saw the boss down in the trenches. The walking tour with well-placed questions by Georgia Wells that was based upon the alleged instructions by Mrs. Fiero, definitely up graded the work ethic of the support staff. Georgia made it clear at each stopping point along the tour that an up coming reorganization would definitely mean a better paid, but leaner working unit.

Georgia’s speeches rationalized this corporate move by stating, “Automation and computerization are going to eliminate a variety of menial and middle management positions. Individuals will be evaluated on their ability to do accurate, quality research quickly and efficiently. Those that demonstrate the ability to keep up with the new pace and structure will definitely notice the absence of many of their current colleagues, along with their workstations. Some new positions will be opening and those qualified will be asked to apply.”

The comprehensive inspection tour took most of the afternoon. When the two rubber endowed women arrived back at Mrs. Fiero’s office, Stella motioned to her face like she wanted to take the gag and mask off.

“I can’t let you do that, Mrs. Fiero. We have to travel to your house before we can make any changes.” The semblance of a frown that seemed to appear on the mask of Mrs. Fiero demonstrated that Stella Horni was confused by Georgia Wells’s response. “We have to have you and your devoted assistant, meaning me, go to your Malibu Estate for the evening. After all, we have a lot of things to plan for and do over the next few days in preparation for the negotiation meetings in Denver.”

The gagged image of Mrs. Fiero nodded her head like she understood the direction they were headed in. They took the executive elevator to the Rolls Royce in the garage. Georgia Wells put on a floor length long black leather coat, black leather driving gloves and a black leather chauffeur's cap that she had located in Mrs. Fiero’s office dressing closet. She sat herself in the driver’s seat of the Rolls Royce after seating the leather and fur-clad image of Mrs. Norma Fiero in the back. Once this was accomplished, Georgia Wells started the Rolls and pulled out of the Executive Parking Garage as the first steps to chauffeuring Mrs. Fiero to her home.

A large black Suburban SUV appeared from nowhere and followed them all the way to the gate of the Malibu estate. Georgia Wells didn't inform the masked Miss Horni of her observation. She wasn't sure if the big black and ominous Suburban was an investigating unit stuck on them by Mr. Fiero, the real Mrs. Fiero or the hit team ordered by Miss Wantsome and Mr. Fiero. Any or all of the above added to the feeling of growing insecurity Douglas Hungary felt about what he was into since the first fateful meeting in the corporate lobby with Mrs. Fiero. As the heavy wrought iron estate gates closed and locked behind the bullet proof Roll Royce, that meeting in the corporate lobby felt like an entire lifetime away from the present turn of events.

When the images of Georgia and Norma were secure inside the walls of the great house that was situated on a great sandstone bluff, high above the expansive Pacific Ocean, Douglas Hungary again refused to let the gagged and masked image of Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero revert to Stella Horni. Instead he used the car phone to call the airport and inform the company crew that they would be using the company plane to take them to Denver some time in the next four days. All of the masking and cross-dressing as Mrs. Fiero, not to mention Georgia Wells was making Douglas Hungary super horny behind his disguise.

Ever since he had made Stella Horni mask as Mrs. Fiero, Douglas Hungary's sexual desires had gone off the charts. Douglas Hungary decided that since he was already in the alleged role of Mrs. Fiero disguised as Georgia Wells, he needed to let the security monitors of the Malibu house tape a series of events that made it appear that Norma Fiero was having a lesbian affair with Georgia Wells. Douglas was sure that this would get a rise out of the real Norma Melba Fiero and also give him some leverage in getting those cross-dressing tapes that Mrs. Fiero was holding over him.

As the time for the dinner meal approached, Stella Horni indicated that she definitely wanted to remove her gag and get out of her Norma Fiero costume. George told Stella that it was critical to their covert operation that she remained a silent Norma Fiero. Once Stella agreed to speak only when Georgia in her role as the disguised Norma Melba Fiero told her to talk, when Stella nodded her agreement, Douglas Hungary maneuvered Stella into one of the security monitor's blind spots and helped Stella to remove her mask and wig long enough to take off the tape and remove the gag.

“Why is it so important that I stay in the image of Norma Fiero, Mrs. Fiero?” asked Stella Horni as she put the mask and wig of Norma Fiero back on.

“It is critical that Norma Fiero be visible in the security monitors with all of the changes that are going on, Stella. However, at the same time, I have to be free in my disguise as Georgia Wells to move around undetected to do some of the things that I have to do,” explained Douglas Hungary who was still playing the role of Norma Fiero in her Georgia Wells disguise.

“Why did you pick Georgia Wells as your disguise instead of some of the other leads in the office?” inquired Stella/Fiero.

“I knew that I could trust Georgia to be totally loyal to me and I also knew that my husband hadn’t been in Georgia’s panties yet.”

"How could you be so sure that the real Georgia was not having an affair with Mr. Fiero, Mrs. Fiero. I don't mean to offend here, but it is pretty much common knowledge in the office that your husband has had an affair with every skirt in the place."

"No offense taken, Miss Horni. I have known about his activities with the office staff for years. My husband and I have an understanding and Georgia is part of it. I also sent Miss Wantsome to him to keep him company in Hawaii."

"I figured that part out, Mrs. Fiero, but what do you mean part of it?" inquired Stella Horni from inside her Norma Fiero disguise.

"Georgia Wells is my lover," lied Douglas Hungary while pretending to be the real Mrs. Fiero confessing her love for Georgia from inside her own "Georgia Wells" disguise.

"I would have never guessed that was going on, Mrs. Fiero," said Stella through her Mrs. Fiero disguise.

"You weren't supposed to know about that, Stella, but it will necessitate that we have more intimacy for the security monitors," declared Douglas Hungary’s image of "Georgia Wells".

“Why did you pick me to be you?” asked Stella Horni through her Mrs. Fiero disguise while thinking that she was addressing the real Norma Fiero in her Georgia Wells’s disguise. "I don't know if I can do that. I don't even know what I should do?"

"I know you can, Stella. You have the right bearing and ambition to carry off the part and once you were Mr. Fiero’s favorite office whore. Besides, you did your impersonation of me very well today during our office tour. I couldn't have done it better” praised "Georgia Wells".

"But that is different than having sex, with you, Mrs. Fiero," proclaimed Stella Horni in her image of Mrs. Fiero and without admitting to what thought to be her passionate sexual affair with Mr. Fiero.

"I have never had sex with the image of myself before, Stella. You have no idea how much I want you. Do this for me. Trust me, I will make it worth your while.

"I still don't know, Mrs. Fiero."

"We have to do it or the people monitoring the security monitors will know that something is wrong," lied Douglas Hungary’s image of Georgia Wells. "Don't worry I will play the part of the she/male and wear a strap-on dildo. You can do what you did with Mr. Fiero once I get you turned on."

“How do you know what I did with Mr. Fiero?” asked the shocked image of the current Mrs. Fiero.

“I have the security tapes of your sessions in my bed, Stella.”

"You said that you would make it worth my while. What did you mean by that?" inquired Stella Horni in her role of Mrs. Fiero and no further comment about her sexual activities with Mr. Fiero.

"How about an unlimited shopping spree on Rodeo Drive for starters? I know a leather shop and a furrier there that will delight your every desire."

"That was an unlimited spree?" asked Stella.

"Yes," confirmed George Wells.

"What are the strings?" probed Stella Horni.

"The only condition is that you do the shopping spree with me and that you do it while in your role as Mrs. Fiero.

“Anything more than that”, probed Stella from behind her Mrs. Fiero disguise.

“You buy all of the things you want as matching outfits for both of us."

"I can do that," declared Stella Horni. "When do you want me to have this alleged affair with you?" asked Stella as she continued to think that she was addressing the real Mrs. Fiero.

"How about starting tonight and playing it by ear as we go through tomorrow when we do the shopping spree bit?” suggested Douglas Hungary as Mrs. Fiero playing Georgia Wells.

"That sounds like a plan, but I still am not sure that I can pull it off," stated Stella with a voice full of doubt.

"Just stay focused on all the wonderful leather outfits and furs you are going to buy us."

"That should be a big help, Mrs. Fiero," commented Stella Horni in her Mrs. Fiero disguise.

"By the way, I meant to ask you, how did you feel in your role of Mrs. Fiero in the office yesterday?” asked Douglas Hungary in his role of Georgia Wells.

“I got a strange set of mixed messages, Mrs. Fiero,” stated Stella Horni with Mrs. Fiero's voice.

“What do you mean?” asked Georgia.

“I am not sure. I don’t know if the change in behavior was towards me as the boss, or the fact that I was a Chicana executive instead of a white woman”.

"Could you clarify that just a little more for me?"

"I hope I am not offending you by that comment, Mrs. Fiero,” said Stella through her mask to Douglas Hungary masked as Norma Melba Fiero pretending to be in the role of Georgia Wells.

“Let's for get the possibility of offensive remarks at the moment. This really interests me, Stella,” proclaimed Georgia Wells. “Please continue.”

“I know that maybe it is my projections of what is a boss and how she should be treated in the operational sense, but while I sensed that the staff feared my power and position, they really had very little respect for me personally. It felt like the staff was insulted that a woman darker in skin color than most of them had control over their professional lives and economic future.”

“Do you also feel that way towards me, Stella?” asked Georgia Wells in role of the disguised Norma Melba Fiero.

“Please don’t hate me, Mrs. Fiero, but I guess I do.”

“Thank you for your candor, Stella. While I don’t like what you just told me I really respect your courage for telling me how you feel.”

“I didn’t know that was how I felt until I was on the other side of your image, Mrs. Fiero,” confided Stella. “As a white woman I am used to arranging the company of people of my own race most of the time. I have the right to avoid those that I have been taught are beneath me. I only have to deal with people of color when it suits my purpose. I can listen to jokes about them with unceremonious joy. I can remain oblivious to of the language and customs of colored people without any consequences for such ignorance. I was offended to today when I was asked for my opinion as if I was speaking for all Chicanos everywhere. I just felt that in everything that I was doing, I had to consider if my race was being held against me.”

Stella’s words stirred Douglas Hungary behind his Georgia Wells mask. He would not have believed that this ditz had so much depth of personal character. Stella had just managed to drive his sexual desire up another notch if that was possible. “That is pretty amazing stuff, Stella. I guess I did pick the right woman for the job of filling my shoes in this time of deception.”

“Is it just me or do you feel those same discriminatory realities, Mrs. Fiero?”

“I have really never been a white woman before, Stella," lied Douglas Hungary in his roll of the real Mrs. Fiero playing Georgia Wells. "So, I’m sure that your impression is more accurate than mine, but now that you mentioned it, the staff seemed to respond more positively to me as Georgia Wells the executive assistant, than they did to you as me."

"I noticed that as well, Mrs. Fiero. I am so sorry that this has happened to you. No one deserves to feel those kind of feelings."

"They are a fact of life, Stella and one of the elements that have made both Mr. Fiero and I absolutely ruthless and extremely independent."

"I think I am beginning to understand and appreciate those feeling, Mrs. Fiero," said Stella sympathetically through her Norma Fiero disguise to Douglas Hungary as Mrs. Fiero in her Georgia Wells persona. "Why don't you go get that strap-on so we can heat up those security monitors? I have never done it with a dildo before."

"This one is extremely life like and double ended so we will both be able to climax. Your end of the dildoe will even ejaculate like the real thing," lied Douglas from inside his Georgia Wells disguise.

"This sounds like a real adventure, not to mention our shopping spree," commented the materialistic Stella Horni through the lips of her Norma Melba Fiero mask.

"Remember that for the sake of those monitors, I am Georgia Wells and you are Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero," instructed the lovely vision of Georgia Wells.

"I will remember, Georgia, but I would feel better if you call me Norma."

"It will be my pleasure, Norma," said Georgia with a chuckle while Douglas Hungary faked putting on the strap-on. "Just to make sure that you don't shout out anything that will compromise the tapes, I think we had better put the gag back in for now."

"That makes sense, Georgia," responded Stella Horni in her role of Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero.

Douglas Hungary's own organ was so engorged and stiff from their conversation that Douglas was sure that in the lowered light of the house's master bedroom playground, Stella would believe that it was a large double-ended dildo. The security monitors would also see it that way. They had a little fore play to get Stella in the right frame of mine. Douglas Hungary couldn't believe how responsive the latex Mrs. Fiero was once she got into the sexual activity. Stella was really an outstanding fuck. The rumors in the office had not even guessed her potential or depth of style. The moaning sounds she made through her gag were incredibly erotic. The tapes were going to be pornographic classics.

The two maskers spent the rest of the night house sitting while exchanging dialogue that would assist them in their covert actions interspersed with periodic sexual play. Stella's sexual motivation came more from within with each new session. She had shifted from being motivated by materialistic gain to desire for pure pleasure.

"I would never have believed that sex with a woman would be so good," softly whispered Stella into Georgia's ear when they took Stella's gag out and stopped for breakfast. "Maybe it is just that this is the peak of my menstrual cycle, but that dildo of yours is fantastic. I could really get addicted to you fucking me with it."

"I know what you mean," responded Douglas Hungary's image of Georgia Wells. I am counting on that, said Douglas to himself inside his rubber disguise. Maybe hard little Dougie has stirred the mommy juices in you, Stella. How are you going to explain that to the office staff, continued Douglas with his interior dialogue. The rest of the day continued in this romantic/erotic mode until after a light dinner the two rubber adorned images fell into a deep dream filled sleep.

On Sunday they went out to their promised shopping spree on Rodeo Drive. They found a leather boutique where Stella Horni had her image of Mrs. Fiero buy up a storm and charged everything to the company accounts. Then they went onto a furrier to get some cold weather clothing for the trip to Denver. Douglas Hungary was totally enjoying the shopping spree and hoped that they would be able to play in their new leathers and furs when they returned to the Malibu estate. Stella seemed to be enjoying her part as well. She was really into her roll of Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero.

During their third stop, out of nowhere, two bullets launched from a silenced hand gun nearly wounded Stella as Mrs. Fiero while she and Georgia Wells were examining some crystal for the board room. Instead of finding their mark, the bullets destroyed the crystal filled display island. Georgia managed to convince Stella and the storeowner that the island loaded with crystal goblets and cups had imploded spontaneously while quickly picking up and hiding the spent bullets.

On the way back to the Malibu estate, a shaken Stella Horni/Norma Fiero asked, "Do you think that you could be Mrs. Fiero for me and do me with that genetically correct dildoe while I am in my own persona of Stella Horni," asked the real Stella Horni through her Norma Melba Fiero mask. "We could wear some of the clothes we bought today and use some of the toys I saw in your closet."

"It sounds like Mrs. Fiero and Stella Horni are really going to heat up the security monitors tonight," responded the latex image of Georgia Wells.

“It’s not that I don’t like the feel of the mask, Mrs. Fiero. It’s just that I want to experience you as myself.”

“I understand your desire,” said Georgia with a sensitivity of knowledge in her voice. Having tapes of Mrs. Fiero having an affair with Stella Horni would be another tool in the liberation of Douglas from the control of and the extortion by the real Mrs. Fiero. “What are your impressions of masking now, Stella?”

“I love being you, Mrs. Fiero,” responded Stella. “I feel so totally free. The mask and body suit fit me so well, that often I forget that I have them on. What is more I just love your wardrobe. I always envied the depth of selection you seemed to have, and for a while and when I masked as you, that wonderful selection is mine. To shop as we did today has been a fantasy of mine since I can remember, although I never expected to do that fantasy while masked in another identity.”

“What did you enjoy the most about the shopping spree?” probed Douglas’s Georgia Wells impersonation.

“I don’t know if it was what we bought or how we were able to buy it?”

“What do you mean?” asked the latex Georgia Wells.

“I didn’t have to think how I was going to pay for all we bought. If I wanted an item, I didn’t have to lay it away or fill out a credit application. I just said put this or that on my account without any thought as to how much the this or that cost,” stated Stella Horni in her Norma Melba Fiero disguise. “On the other hand, I just adored the leather clothing we purchased, not to mention the accessories and the firs.”

“Which did you like better, the furs or the leathers?” probed Douglas as Mrs. Fiero playing her Georgia Wells role.

“That is a tough question, Georgia. The leather suits made me feel so strong and powerful. They accentuated my figure to the maximum. The soft buttery feel of the leather is so sensual. However, the cuddly sensation of the furs is stupendous. Buying and wearing them is an ultimate turn-on. But, moving inside the leather is also an ultimate turn-on. I just love looking at the top of my form, and both the furs and leathers, not to mention the boots, gloves, earrings, muffs and boas, just make that all possible.”

“Sounds like you really enjoyed the shopping spree.”

“I really did, except for that accident with the crystal in the last store. For some reason, that terrified me. But, that is probably from the sense of terrorism in the nation.”

Georgia Wells didn’t inform the disguised Stella that she had a really legitimate reason for feeling her terror. In his disguise, Douglas Hungary didn’t share with Stella that wearing the furs made him feel as though he was crawling back into a warm cozy womb and went double time when the imitation Mrs. Fiero had “her dildoe” rammed deep into the love box of the real Stella Horni in all her spectacular naked beauty.

Early Monday morning the cell phone in the dressing chamber rang. The rubber version of Mrs. Fiero got up and answered it. "She" still felt flushed from “her” activities with Stella from the night before. Douglas Hungary was having some of the best sex of his cross-dressed fantasy life. Miss Horni had real talent and made moves on the alleged Mrs. Fiero’s dildo that were out of this world. Stella was still naked for the moment in the real Mrs. Fiero's huge bed. The black satin sheets only served to accent Stella’s gorgeous body. Douglas Hungary was still wearing his Norma Melba Fiero mask and rig. He had planned to transform back into Georgia Wells and then change Stella back into Norma Melba Fiero right before they ate breakfast.

"Good morning Mrs. Fiero. How can I help you?" asked Douglas Hungary through his latex image of Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero.

"Good morning yourself, Mrs. Fiero," replied the real Mrs. Fiero's version of Georgia Wells’s voice. "I have booked you and your assistant as Georgia Wells and Mrs. Fiero for a noon flight on United Airlines to Denver. The date of your flight will be Tuesday, September eleventh," said the real Norma Melba Fiero from her hidden vantage point. "Your hosts will be picking you up at Stapleton Airport and taking you directly to the Cybertec offices.

"What is on the agenda until Tuesday, boss?"

"Try and stay alive and distract whomever has the contract to terminate me. In addition I have set up some activities for you and your assistant to work out in the office on Monday. How has the house sitting been going?"

"If you been following the action on the security monitors you already know that we have been having a good time. However, we were shot at in the Crystal Palace on Rodeo Drive yesterday."

"Were either of you hurt?" asked the real Mrs. Fiero.

"Not really, but it was hard to cover up what was really happening."

"Sounds like you were able to smooth things over," suggested the real Norma Melba Fiero.

"I was, but the shopping spree will cost you in a large way and the replacement of the broken glass put an additional dent into the office accounts," declared Douglas from behind his Norma Melba Fiero mask.

"Good work, Dougie. I knew you would be both creative and resourceful. I am also sure that the shopping spree was worth every penny that you and my latex stand-in spent. Did you buy anything interesting?" asked the real Mrs. Fiero’s imitation of Georgia Wells.

"We bought several leather outfits, sweaters, boots, gloves and long fur coats to keep us warm in the Denver Area. My understanding is that we are actually going to be doing the negotiating in a ski resort that has not been opened for the Winter Season yet. The Cybertec people told me that even though it is September, it would be very cold at night. Thus, we also bought several matching ski bunny type outfits. My favorite is a full-length burgundy jumper with a matching white fur trimmed jacket.”

"Sounds like you are keeping my image up just fine. I will have some new instructional tapes ready for you to view when you get back to the house on Monday night. Study them to get yourself up to speed on the Denver negotiations."

"I have already taken a few liberties with your plan, boss," stated Douglas Hungary from within his Norma Melba Fiero disguise.

"I have noticed. Making Stella Horni over into me was brilliant. Stella does me better than you do, Dougie. Remember that Mr. Fiero has been in Stella's shorts and that she has a crush on him like several of the other secretarial sluts that he has recruited for personal to hire."

"Thanks for the word of warning, boss, but I was counting on her jealousy and Mr. Fiero’s lack of attention to work for you and me with Stella Horni," responded Douglas impersonation of Mrs. Fiero. "Maybe I should tell Stella Horni that Mr. Fiero asked that she help me out if I get into a jam.

"I think making her sexually dependent on you, if not pregnant, will do the job even better, Dougie. I should have thought of that myself. Of course I don't think my dildoe would be as realistic as yours," said the real Mrs. Fiero’s impersonation of Georgia Wells.

"Thanks for the praise, Mrs. Fiero," said Douglas Hungary. He kept forgetting that the real Mrs. Fiero knew that he was a genetic male. "I will keep coaching and seducing her into your role. Should I continue doing her as you in my Mrs. Fiero disguise as well?"

"That sounds like a wise strategy," counseled the real Norma Melba Fiero. "Those tapes you have created of Stella as me having a lesbian affair with Georgia Wells were very good. I guess that now Douglas Hungary and I have something to trade."

"I was hoping you would see it that was, boss," declared Douglas Hungary through his Georgia Wells mask.

"I'm not going to be able to contact you for a couple of days," stated the real Mrs. Fiero. "You will be on your own except for the tapes."

"I am getting the hang of things as far as the company functions. I am also getting into the house sitting routine," declared the female mask of Norma Melba Fiero. "Stella has been a big help. I think that as long as we stay at the house or in the car, we should be pretty safe."

"I hope you are right on that, Georgia. "You seem to be having more fun since you recruited Stella into the house sitting plan."

“Ain’t that the truth?” proclaimed the full latex mask of Norma Melba Fiero.

"Make sure that you are on that flight to Denver," commanded the real Mrs. Fiero.

"Barring some foreseen catastrophe or assassination, we will be there, Mrs. Fiero," proclaimed Douglas’s incredible impersonation to the real Mrs. Fiero.

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The arrival of Miss Wantsome in Hawaii had signaled to Mr. Mando Fiero that his wife was making moves on him that he had better counter quickly if he was going to stay a viable player in the game of matrimonial combat. Getting the upper hand was probably already out of the picture. At the top of his list had been a series of efforts to gut the liquid assets of their corporation and put them in a secret, offshore account. Setting up dummy corporations that masked the locations of the real assets did most of this.

His plan had been to do this by using his romantic liaisons in accounting and the secretarial pool as unwitting accomplices. They were to be his boards of directors and patsies if things went wrong. However, through all of his legal maneuvering during his stay in Hawaii, Mr. Mando Fiero found that all of the corporate and joint accounts had been frozen pending the possible merger with Cybertec.

The real Norma Melba Fiero had things buried so deep that he couldn't even find out how much had been left in the various accounts he had targeted before the freeze had been put on them. He wondered if there really was a pending merger or if his wife had created the activity as a way to freeze him out of the company. The rumors his bimbo spies were gathering suggested that a big shake-up in the company's structure was in the works.

Mando Fiero figured that one of the ways to stop what Norma Melba Fiero was doing was to do away with Norma altogether. At first the remote hit on his wife had been his last resort for getting back into the driver's seat. Then it became the only way. He had no way of knowing that the masking activities of Georgia Wells, Stella Horni and the real Mrs. Fiero were what were foiling his murderous strategies.

In fact he was at a loss as to how his wife was escaping the hits he put on her in addition to how she was managing to stay so allusive. She had even blocked some of the coordination of the hits by doing him the "favor" of shipping Fanny Wantsome to him. If he could have expressed the truth to someone, having Fanny Wantsome as a playmate in Hawaii was both a liability and a distraction. Instead of helping him get back into the driver's seat, Miss Wantsome wanted to play and sit on the beach. She acted as if the trip was a paid leave.

Listening to the prattle and hedonistic demands of Fanny Wantsome helped Mando Fiero to finally realize that he had totally underestimated his wife. Norma melba Fiero had taken control of the merger with Cybertec and he was all but clueless as to the details of the corporate entity that she was creating. He had forgotten that she wasn't just another one of his pretty empty-headed bimbos. He had allowed his wandering eye to mask him from the ruthless qualities that had attracted him to Norma in the first place. As out of it as he was, Mando Fiero had no idea that not only was she onto what he was doing and/or trying to do; but she was also at least ten steps out in front of his predictable single dimension moves.

Mr. Mando Fiero considered his only remaining edges his secret back-up relationship with Miss Goodwark and his on again off again drug deals. Mando had set up enough decoys so Norma Melba Fiero would not find out about these realities until the snake had already struck. Through his affair with Miss Goodwark, Mr. Mando Fiero had found out about some of the illegal activities of her brother and said that if she got her brother to take care of a hit for him, that he would square the other items. As he thought through his situation, Mr. Mando Fiero decided that in some ways the efforts of Miss Goodwark's evil twin brother and his cronies might work out better with Miss Wantsome neutralized.

Before picking up Miss Wantsome at the airport, Mr. Mando Fiero emailed Miss Goodwark that she was to activate the provisions of folder 101. Miss Goodwark took this code to mean that her brother and his cronies had free license to terminate Mrs. Fiero for fun and profit. Because the real Mrs. Fiero had not seen this move coming, she had no way of warning Georgia Wells. Fortunately, the attempt at the crystal shop turned out to be a near miss in a game where second chances generally cost an arm and a leg. She doubled up on her own security and instructed Georgia to wear body armor and to make sure that Stella was also wearing hers.

Stella Horni and Georgia Well's trip to Denver was interrupted by terrorist acts that destroyed the New York World Trade Center in New York. Those same terrorist act also closed down the building where the Fiero Law firm had its offices in Los Angeles. The shutting down of the skies isolated Mando Fiero in Hawaii and delayed any possibility of a flight to Denver by a week. Mando Fiero figured that if he was locked into Hawaii, Norma Melba Fiero was stymied in California as well. He thought that she might drive to Colorado, but remembered that she thought her drive to and from their house, to the office, was too long to spend in a car. He forgot that trains ran from Los Angeles to Denver. Thus, he decided to take the time to enjoy a few days on the beach with the sexy Fanny Wantsome as well as set up his drug smuggling game.

At first, because of the proposed increased in airport security, based upon the fear of additional terrorist attacks, the real Mrs. Fiero considered arranging for air travel to Denver by chartered jet from small air strips that were not subject to federal air traffic control. When that option didn't pan out, she had to figure out how to put her masked plan into place without moving from Los Angeles. After all, she was dealing with her own personal terrorism. While she couldn't prove it, she was sure that Mando Fiero was behind the threats on her life. The real Norma Melba Fiero believed that the attempts on her life wouldn't stop until Mando Fiero either got what he wanted, couldn't get at his wealth through her death, or was trapped by his own stupidity and greed.

Then another attempted hit on Norma Melba Fiero occurred the following Monday during a dry run by Georgia Wells and Stella Horni to a private airfield in Santa Monica. The location of the attempt was the airport-parking garage where the large black SUV that had been shadowing them almost succeeded in running them down in the pedestrian cross walk. Body armor was of little use in this type of situation and only an accidental entry of an innocent bystander prevented the hit team's success. Stella couldn't believe how bad her luck was, but Georgia told her that the angels were riding on her shoulder. "Otherwise, Miss Horni" your leather covered back would be sporting wings." Stella still didn't realize that she was in real mortal danger.

“I think the angel is you, Mrs. Fiero,” declared Stella from within her Mrs. Fiero disguise. “I felt you yank me out of harms way. If you hadn’t done that, I would have been ground into hamburger by now. What say you to having Mrs. Fiero disappear for a while.”

“Are you suggesting that the alleged lesbians, Stella Horni and Georgia Wells house sit for Mr. and Mrs. Fiero and that we take turns being Mrs. Fiero during limited appearances at work?”

“I hadn’t thought it all the way through like that, but that sounds good to me. We could take turns being you at work,” suggested the disguised Stella while actually addressing Douglas in his Georgia Wells disguise. This suggestion made it clear to Douglas that Stella was still under the impression that Douglas Hungary was Mrs. Fiero in her Georgia Wells disguised. Remembering the real Mrs. Fiero’s assertion that Mr. Mando Fiero had been in Stella’s panties on a number of occasions, Douglas wondered if he could continue trust Stella with his life. “You understand that this means that we have to trust each other absolutely, Mrs. Fiero.”

“I’m having too much fun with you, Georgia, not to trust you totally,” said Stella Horni through her Mrs. Fiero disguise. “I would never have dreamed in my widest of fantasies that sex with a woman could be so fabulous and this masking as the boss is a total blast.”

Douglas Hungary took the absolute spontaneity of the apparent joy in Stella Horni’s response to be totally honest and the basis for his trust when he added, “But you and I are the only ones that can know about what we are doing, Mrs. Fiero.”

“You have my word on that, Georgia. I don’t know how I could explain what am doing to anyone anyway,” said Stella Horni from behind her Norma Melba Fiero disguise. “I just know that my family would be absolutely horrified by my lesbian activities.

“Then the house sitting ruse sounds like a good ploy to me, Mrs. Fiero.”

“I agree with you, Georgia. With two sets of eyes, we can watch each other’s back.”

The trip to Denver became less important as the national paranoia about terrorism began to unfold. While the Fiero's law firm and real estate empire was cash rich and held deep equity in most of its properties, Cybertec was cash poor. Most market analysts predicted that companies in Cybetec's position would go for a lot cheaper in the weeks following the World Trade Center disaster. The real Mrs. Fiero realized that she would have to time the negotiations for the merger with Cybertec between the free fall of the Cybertec stock and the return of Mando Fiero from Hawaii.

Rather than risk masking and having to explain their masking behavior to Federal Sky Marshals, the real Mrs. Fiero decided to have Douglas Hungary as both Georgia Wells and/or Mrs. Fiero do the Denver merger negotiations via a teleconferencing format. Therefore, she had the company construction services convert the screening room in the house into the West Coast studio for a teleconference facility. This activity would also broadcast the image that Georgia Wells and Stella/Norma Fiero were house sitting in Mr. Mando Fiero’s absence.

The stock market opened before the planes started flying from Hawaii to the Mainland on a regular basis. Despite its profitability and strong long-term defense and security contracts, the Cybertec stock plummeted when the shareholders learned of rumors that the Fiero firm were no longer interested in buying the company. However, Norma Melba Fiero was able to keep the assets of the Fiero's holdings frozen in the escrow account and out of harm's way from Mando Fiero's legal and electronic maneuvers by keeping the secret negotiations open. The videotapes that the real Mrs. Fiero prepared to brief Georgia Wells contained all of the scenarios and information needed to implement the real Norma Melba Fiero's plans.

Meanwhile Miss Goodwark and her brother kept trying to develop a scheme that would set-up the “accidental death” of the person they thought was Mrs. Fiero. However, the company phone taps continued to pay off when the tapes made from the taps also revealed that Mando Fiero was independently setting up a drug dealing and smuggling operation from Hawaii. He had developed a scheme where tourists would innocently ship and/or carry drugs in what they thought were cans of macadamia nuts and pineapple back to the mainland U. S.

Federal authorities got an anonymous tip (actually the real Mrs. Fiero in her Georgia Wells disguise sent in the tip) that Mando Fiero was running a criminal conspiracy in California and Colorado from his offices in Hawaii. Tapes of his conversations with Fanny Wantsome and Miss Goodwark were also mysteriously found in the offices of the FBI's criminal investigation unit in Los Angeles. In these conversations Fanny Wantsome had called Miss Bendover who was now managing her old desk in Miss Horni's absence. Miss Wantsome stupidly bragged to Miss Bendover about her love affair with Mando Fiero and how he was going to become fiscally independent of his ruthless, overbearing wife. She had all but laid out a blue print on how the drug smuggling activities were carried out including the package exchange once the tourist had reached their home destination.

Fanny Wantsome had also informed Miss Bendover that her job and that of Miss Goodwark's were secure because they were eventually going to be setting up Mrs. Fiero for a "terminal fall". Once she reviewed these tapes, the real Mrs. Fiero took immediate steps to initiate divorce procedures dissolving her marriage with Mando Fiero and terminated Mrs. Goodwark and Bendover from the firm. The tapes and internal company records voluntarily supplied by the real Mrs. Fiero made it very clear to the FBI that the real Mrs. Fiero didn't have anything to do with the drug smuggling, let alone have knowledge of the activity until she saw the surveillance tapes.

It was also evident that the real estate and law firm she was managing was in no way benefiting from George Fiero's illicit activities. Thus, the FBI didn't make any moves to indict Mrs. Fiero or freeze the assets under her direct control. However, since they were hoping to catch the criminal network that Mando Fiero had developed, in the actual act of attempted murder, they did not inform Douglas Hungary’s version of Georgia Wells or Stella Horni in her Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero role of the danger they were in.

While all of this was going on, Stella Horni actually began to fall in love with Douglas' version of Georgia Wells. Miss Horni couldn't get enough of the brand of sex that Douglas Hungary’s Georgia Wells had introduced her to. To please her "boss" Stella became even more expert at masking as Mrs. Fiero. Douglas Hungary’s Georgia Wells had Stella Horni’s version of Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero study the same videotapes that “she” had studied to learn the intricacies of the real Mrs. Fiero's personality and physical quirks.

Under Douglas Hungary’s/Georgia Wells' expert coaching Stella Horni began to make the law firm within the Fiero's corporate empire leaner and even more fiscally efficient. He also made sure that that the real estate side of the corporation steer clear of the bad loans that would soon plague the real estate and banking industries in the United States. In fact Douglas’s fiscal and legal moves had the corporation cash rich when the financial melt down began. The real Norma Melba Fiero was truly pleased with her masked protégés legal and administrative successes as well as their financial foresight and progress. She finally concluded the merger with Cybertec by appearing in her own persona in Denver. Douglas Hungary’s Georgia Wells impersonation was amazed by the real Mrs. Fiero’s shrew moves and the bargain price that she finally achieved in the Cybertec deal.

Since the alleged trip with Mando Fiero to Europe was off and the merger within Cybertec was completed so successfully, the slimmed down and rested Norma Melba Fiero returned to Los Angeles and took over Douglas Hungary’s Georgia Wells role in the house sitting activity. The real Norma Melba Fiero paid Douglas Hungary all that she had promised him as well as a bonus. She also exchanged incriminating and possibly embarrassing videotapes with him. In addition, the Fiero law firm hired Douglas Hungary in his own persona to manage the real estate side of the Fiero Corporation.

Stella Horni was maintained as the decoy until the FBI finally caught the contractors that were hired by Mr. Mando Fiero. While some of the sense of danger went away, Stella Horni couldn't figure out why the sex with Georgia Wells had gone stale all of a sudden or the fact that she seemed to be pregnant. On the other hand, the real Norma Fiero had no desire to be involved in the lesbian games that Douglas Hungary’s Georgia Wells impersonation had addicted Stella to.

It seems that Stella Horni never caught on to the reality that more than one person was playing the role of Georgia Wells. When Douglas Hungary’s Georgia Wells disappeared from the company’s employment roles, Stella even began to believe that “Georgia” was just an alter ego that the real Norma Melba Fiero had employed to foil her former husband’s assassination attempts. She wondered if the child in her womb was actually Mando Fiero’s off spring and if it was, why it had taken the pregnancy so long to take root? If it wasn’t Mando’s child, then how had a female made her pregnant? On occasion Norma Fiero played “Georgia Wells” just often enough for Stella Horni to keep Stella dependent on her and close to her. On the other hand, Stella Horni enjoyed her new position as administrative assistant to the real Mrs. Norma Melba Fiero.

Douglas Hungary was thrilled to be free at last from the threats extortion threats of the real Norma Melba Fiero. On the other hand, Douglas missed the she/male sex that his image of Georgia Wells had had with Stella Horni’s image of Norma Fiero. He also missed their shopping excursions along Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. Then again, Douglas Hungary planned to use his entire set of female masking gear and marvelous fashions from Rodeo Drive to enhance his administrative efforts at his new position.

Through the use of these cross dressing and gender bending devices he could periodically move among his staff as the lowly and shy Georgia Wells or his domineering boss, Norma Melba Fiero. Even so, Douglas was satisfied to be working under his own identity and took the cash, masking gear along with the new wardrobe and headed off to Denver Colorado in the new motor home that the real Mrs. Fiero had purchased for him. It would be quite a while before Georgia Wells or Douglas Hungary would consider house sitting again.