MASKED RAVINGS OF A FEMALE WORKAHOLIC:

A MASKING EXPERIENCE STORY

By Rita Chante

Author’s note: In this copyrighted short story a female executive and workaholic uses the writing of masked fiction as relaxation therapy as well as a way to get an edge in business deals. A business trip to Las Vegas with a masked confidant provides a walk through the memories of a masked past.

"Buenos dias, Lola. I see you have opened the store early today."

"I thought you said that you weren't coming into work until this later afternoon, Senora Romero," responded Lola.

"Sounds like you aren't very glad to see me, Lola."

"That is not it at all, Senora and you know it. It is just that you need to get some real rest. You have been looking so tired lately and you haven't taken a day off since we opened your latest store."

"I hadn't realized that you noticed, Lola. I wish I could take time off, but there seems to be so many details that demand my attention and if the truth were really known, when I'm not working in one of my stores, my personal life bores me to death."

"I know where you are coming from, Senora. If you aren't here you are there, Jefa. I am not the only one that is beginning to worry about you. Ever since you broke up with Jaime, all you do is work. My husband says that he has a real good friend at his work that you might want to meet. He wants to meet you too after all the press the stores have been getting regarding our live rubber doll mannequin service. That idea of yours has turned out to be a real marketing bonanza," observed Lola.

"At the moment, nothing seems to feel a rewarding as working and the live rubber doll mannequin service still has a few bugs in it. Training the staff has taken longer than I thought it would,” stated Euladia Romero.

“I am surprised that those tall and skinny boys made the best female mannequins, Senora,” commented Lola.

“The female masks and torsos that convert those male clerks into our live rubber doll mannequins need to be more exotic,” said Euladia Romero like she was thinking out loud. “Anyways, thanks for trying to fix me up again, Lola. You aren't the only one who is doing that."

"Who else is trying to fix you up, Boss?"

"My sisters, mother, old roommates, and half the staff are in on it. Even some of the mannequin staff has been spotting likely suitors for me. It is almost easier to ask who isn't trying to fix me up. Anyway, I just don't have any time for that kind of foolishness right now. I got an email last night that informed me that we could take over yet another failing erotica store in Las Vegas and Reno for dimes on the dollar. I will be going to Las Vegas tomorrow to look into it, hence I have come in early to catch-up here and then make a swing through the other local stores before preparing for tomorrow."

"The last thing we need is another store, Senora Romero."

"We have to strike while the iron is hot, Lola. Money is tight and people are in a panic. This deal looks too good to pass up and the locations are excellent, not to mention that we will be able to enter a new and growing market. As the manager of this location, what is your spin on the live mannequin service beyond the reality that men seem to make better female rubber doll mannequins than genetic females?"

"It is fascinating, boss. Like I said before, it is good for business. The customers can't get enough of it. I think some of them come into the store and buy things just to have us model the items for them. Some just sit in amazement. I have had to remove several chairs in the store to prevent some lookie-lews from using the place like a floorshow. The actual transformation of the live rubber doll mannequin or watching the rubber doll mannequin transform itself seems to be what sells the most items. I know that we are getting a tourist trade as well. The Japanese and Taiwanese business travelers tell us that we are a must see activity ranking right up there with Universal Studios and Disneyland."

"The tourist trade bit is a new angle," observed Euladia Romero. Are they buying or just looking?"

"They are buying and often they are purchasing our big ticket items because they aren't available in their countries. Are you still using story writing as rest therapy when you are traveling for the company?" probed Lola.

"Of course. I will keep writing them as long as Maskfiction.com and/or Maskon.com keeps posting them," declared Senora Romero.

"I loved your last story of the masked divorcee who got revenge on her ex-husband's new wife by masking as her and setting up a sexual schedule and desire in her husband that he couldn't keep. You really had the man flipping and flopping like a yo-yo in a high wind."

"I liked that story too," I have to figure out a way to make it a reality for Jaime and his new bitch," declared Euladia Romero with a spicy barb in her voice.

"If there is anyway I can help, Jefa, please let me in on it. We could really have lots of fun. You make your stories so real," observed Lola.

"Thanks for the offer, Lola, I will add that notion into the mix. The more I can create stories as reflections of real life situations within a female masking context, the better they work for me," proclaimed Euladia Romero.

"I hope you keep working on what pleases you, boss. For me, writing is such a personal matter. Are you working on anything new?" probed Lola.

"I am working on a new story where the female character wants the male character to join her in her masking fetish, but he won't mask for her. He loves masking as an observable activity and is totally turned on by her behavior, but he just doesn't see it as an option for him as a masked and transformed participant. Thus, most of the story is about her figuring out a way to get him to mask with her. There is some trickery, deceptions and twists in the story, but she finally involves him with a mysterious mistress who just happens to wander into his local watering hole and picks him up and takes him to her place after a night of teasing and posturing over dancing and drinks. The fun of the story is that he feels so guilty about cheating on his wife that he starts masking on her to see if he can get her to cheat on him. He winds up masking more than she does, but she never succumbs to his masking trickery because she found his masks in his tool shed when she was looking for a pair of pliers. Meanwhile she keeps hooking him deeper and deeper into his affair with her as her masked alter ego."

"What happens then?" inquired Lola excitedly.

"She gets him to sign over all his deeds and goods to the masked identity because she starts to black mail him by threatening to ruin his wife's professional career. Eventually he masks with the mistress to satisfy her need to be in public with him, but she insists that he mask as a professional, prudish looking female to protect the mistress's reputation as well. The final bit has him becoming the masking slave to his wife masked as her maid. I still haven't worked out the ending or all the dialogue, but that is the basic plot."

"Wow, Boss, I can't wait for you to finish that one. Like I said before, you make your story lines sound so real. We should start publishing these stories and sell them in the store. I bet we could make a bundle with them," asserted Lola. "We could start a chapter of the month club where you got a free story with the purchase of twenty dollars or more."

"That is a possibility. However, I never meant them to be published. I mostly wrote them for my own enjoyment, Lola. If the story lines sound real to you it is because I have lived some of those experiences myself only I didn't have the masking ability or will to carry out the fantasies that my Shero female characters do."

"I think they are great and I know others will get addicted to them too," declared Lola.

"It is nice to have a fan, Lola," said Euladia Romero.

"Does this new story have a name? I just loved the name of the divorcee story's title," stated Lola.

"You mean you like the title of, `Masking With Your Ex Ass'?"

"I thought it was so cute. The title alone made me want to read it. So what is the title for the new story?" asked Lola again with anticipation in her voice.

"All right, you are so into this stuff, what do you think the title should be?" inquired Senora Romero.

"I like, ‘A Guide to Making Your Lover Mask for You’, Boss."

"That is good, but it is too long. What about `Acquiring and Keeping Masked Lovers' or `The Care and Feeding of Masked Lovers'?" proposed Senora Romero.

"I like both of those titles. Maybe you will have to write two stories so you can use both of them."

"I will give that some thought while I am traveling to Las Vegas," said Euladia Romero.

“How about the title of ‘Masked Lessons’, Boss?” suggested Lola.

“I like that title, Lola. I think that it is a definite keeper,” responded Senora Romero.

"Do you have your airplane reservations to Las Vegas?" asked Lola.

"No, Lola. I will be driving there."

"Why would you want to do that when you can fly, boss?"

"If I drive, I won't have to rent a vehicle to get around Vegas. In addition, the drive will give me some time to clear my mind. Is there anything I can assist you with before I go into the office and clear my desk?" asked Euladia Romero.

"No, boss, you have this place running like a well oiled machine. I think we have it covered for the next several days."

"Good to have you working for me, Lola."

"It is good to have a great boss as well, Jefa."

Mrs. Romero went into the back office to make sure that the orders were keeping pace with the sales, all outstanding accounts were scheduled to be paid, all the shifts in the stores were well staffed, and the payroll was completed. Lola was right, Euladia Romero was a good businesswoman and she had her company ticking along like a precision clock. The long hours of work had paid off and now a time of expansion was coming that would set Euladia up as an independently wealthy woman if she could stretch and pull it off. The last thing she desired at the moment was to be dependent on some unfaithful sexist bum like Jaime for her sustenance. She looked into the mirror and thought that if she had the nerve to wear some of the products she sold, her business image would distract her competitors and give her an edge. She used to have the nerve in her teens, but had lost most of it as she progressed through the ranks of the business world. Thus, instead of rechecking the well ordered books, she went back into the stock room to have a talk with Cochise, her head warehouse man. He knew more about their stock than she did. He was always reviewing catalogues and making little lists of things Euladia needed to buy. Every one of his suggestions had paid off as a bonus for him at a later payday. He had great taste and had a buyer's eye. He was a marketing genius in the field but his talent was buried.

The problem was that his personal image was as flawed in the realm of sales, staffs and buyers, much in the same manner that the real Euladia was when it came to presenting the image of a successful CEO. While Cochise had a fabulous fashion sense for others, he was strictly a sweatshirt and jeans man. Euladia Romero was one step behind him with her polyester pants and unlined polyester blazers. Her day-to-day work wardrobe looked like it had been assembled from the rag barrels at the Goodwill. At least Cochise's wardrobe fit his current roll in the company, but Senora Romero's didn't. She wanted a new shape, look, age, and style, but hadn't a clue where to start. Somehow she hadn't been able to translate her private desires into her public image. Maybe Cochise could give her the little motivational shove she needed to make the transformation.

"Cochise, I have a couple of problems. Have you got a moment?" asked Euladia Romero.

"Lay it on me Mrs. R. I am on your payroll," responded Cochise.

"Look, I need to make an image change, for this next negotiation trip. I also need an escort with your fashion savvy."

"I am not clear as to what the problem is Mrs. R."

"You don't look like what you can do and I don't look like what I am doing," stated Euladia.

"Got you now, and you want to know if we have the stuff in stock to transform ourselves into the team you want us to be?" probed Cochise.

"Exactly," responded Euladia Romero.

"That might take some doin' Mrs. R. We got the stuff to do it all, but you would have to trust me and follow everyone of my suggestions without question or resistance, to make what you want happen,” proclaimed Cochise. "Some of the necessary changes are at the most intimate and personal levels.”

"I know you know your stuff, Cochise and this would be a strictly business proposition."

"But I would be essentially turning you into my fantasy image of a female power suited Native American female CEO, Mrs. Romero."

"You will also be turning yourself into my high powered fashion consultant, Cochise."

"That might even be a taller order, Mrs. Romero."

"I know you can do it Cochise and I want you to do it by this afternoon so we can work out the bugs for the trip," proposed Euladia Romero.

"What trip, Mrs. R.? I'm not scheduled to go on no trip."

"Is there anything that would stop you from going on a trip with me? Everything is set for two. The agents assumed that I would be coming with a staff person."

"Wow, I don't know. There is the warehouse here, but I suppose Marcos and Neredia could handle everything for a couple of days. I would have to let my roommate know that I would be gone so she won't worry, not to mention feed the dog. I guess I could go. Where are we going?”

"Las Vegas, but I want to look like we are from the East Coast. Vegas is actually chilly this time of year and the store I am negotiating for is actually part of a chain that is also up for grabs. I think with my capital and the right team we can steal the whole package."

"What do you need me for, Mrs. R.?"

"I need you to go over the stock, facilities and distribution system while I check out the books, current staff and locations. This may take a week of really intensive effort. In addition, I need you to make us look the parts of the people that I have just described to you."

"Have you ever done any long term masking, Mrs. R?"

"Yes, I did it a lot in my youth and recently I stayed masked last Halloween for about seven hours to host the company party, but what has that got to with what I have asked you to do?"

"Right now you are going to have to trust me all the way, Mrs. R if you want me to make this happen for you. I told you that is what it is going to take and you are either going to do it or the whole thing will fail."

"Okay I will do whatever you say without question just as long as we can make this deal happen."

"I guarantee that if you do what I tell you to do , Mrs. R, this deal will not only happen, it will take you and your whole life in a totally new direction."

"So what do I do now, Cochise?"

"Wrap-up all you have to do by three this afternoon and come back here. I will have everything we need gathered together by then. If all goes as I have planned, we will be ready to go before six. That will put us slightly behind the commuter rush and still get us into Vegas by 11:00 P.M."

"I'll see you back her at three. The target schedule sounds fine. Is there anything I should do in preparation in case I have a couple of moments to set a foundation for what you have planned?" asked Euladia Romero.

"Sure thing, Mrs. R. You could take a really hot shower and use this special soap."

"What is so special about this soap, Cochise?"

"To be honest, Mrs. R it will remove all of your body hair and prepare your skin to better tolerate the latex and leather clothing I will have selected for you to wear."

"Should I remove my facial and head hair as well?" inquired Euladia.

"Now that you have asked, it would produce better results if you did, but that is mostly up to you," responded Cochise who was pleasantly surprised at the openness of his boss to his suggestions.

"I want you to make me the ultimate prick tease, Cochise. I want to be every man's wet dream. Can you do that?"

"Are you sure that you really want me to go that far?" asked Cochise.

"Why start out to do a thing if you aren't committed to going all the way. Most fetish dreamers never get off the ground because they don't realize the liberation realities of their dreams."

"Wow, this is going to be even better than I thought Mrs. R," proclaimed Cochise. "Here are the soap and skin conditioners that I was referring to. Allow about a half an hour for the full treatment. Let me give you these surgically clean slippers and this robe. I don't want you putting your own clothes on once we have your skin sterilized."

"You know this feels like an adventure I started on when I was a kid. I'll tell you about it on the way to Las Vegas in my new persona," declared Euladia Romero. “Can I wear my good luck mink over the robe if I feel cold?"

"That would work out just fine for me. See you at 3:00 P.M., Mrs. R," said Cochise as he set out to complete the tasks he needed to finish to get ready for their trip.

By two P.M., Euladia had finished her rounds and made sure the management of each unit had a six to seven day plan out in front of it. Teleconferencing saved the hour of travel time that she could now use to get ready for the transformation that Cochise was planning for her. She stripped herself naked and stepped into her office stall shower. She always enjoyed the feel of the steaming hot water pulsating and massaging her skin, but today the event had even a more special purpose.

The hot water made the bar of soap lather thickly and quickly. She smeared her entire body including her head with the foaming chemical. She could feel her skin respond with a tingling sensation as the chemicals in the lather went to work. Within fifteen minutes her hair started to plug the drain of the shower and Euladia had to bend over to scoop it out. She couldn't believe the masses of dried skin and hair that came off her body.

The second application made her skin shine like a newborn child. When she stepped out of the shower she wrapped her suddenly cold head in a bath towel, turban fashion. She slipped on the footgear and covered herself in the robe. She left all her clothes in the office hamper. Except for her good luck fur, not a single stitch of her old style clothing was going to impact her new identity. About ten to three she was ready for whatever Cochise had planned.

"I'm going to make you into my fantasy of the Earth/sky Mother, Mrs. R. To do that, we are going to have you wear this latex body covering that will be adhered to your body and move like a second skin. Do you want me to help you

put it on?"

"It is totally shiny black latex, Cochise."

"You got that right, Mrs. R."

"I thought it would be colored to match my own flesh shade," stated Euladia.

"By making it black, Mrs. R the people at Rubber Girl have saved you the costs of layering a full coverage cat suit over it. They have a clear one as well. Would you prefer it?"

"No, the black will do just fine. It looks very sexy. I hope you don't use this opportunity to make fun of my own body," said Euladia Romero as she took off the coat and robe, leaving herself naked except for the slippers on her feet and the large bath towel turban on her head. I am feeling really vulnerable here Cochise. That is a first for me. I never did this bit with my former husband.”

"Trust me, Mrs. R. I want this to happen and I won't do anything to spoil it," declared Cochise.

"Okay, then, here goes," said Euladia as she took off her slippers and removed the bath towel from her completely bald- head. Seeing that Cochise kept his reaction to himself, she then moved towards the body suit that she intended to use to cover her smooth hairless body.

"You did a fabulous job, boss. If I smeared you with white paint, you could pose for as one of those classic marble Roman statues they have at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas. I can see that your commitment to perfection and excellence extends from your professional style and work into this project," stated Cochise.

"I will take that as a compliment, Cochise.”

“That’s exactly how it was intended,” lied Cochise.

“I told you that if you weren't going to do a thing right, there was no need to do it at all," declared Euladia Romero.

"My eyes are hearing you, boss. I have to be honest and tell you that in my professional and personal opinion, you are a knock out in your current format."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't feel that I am, Cochise, and it is what I feel that will carry my attitude in the negotiations for the extension of the firm."

"I understand what you are telling me, Jefa. Here is a powdered adhesive that I want you to spread all over yourself, Mrs. R. Once that is done I will assist you in pulling on the suit." Euladia covered herself completely with the powder. The dust seemed to smooth out and polish her skin. The sensation was dazzling. The inside of the suit was well powdered too. It took an hour to pull on the suit and line up the built in fingernails and toenails to layer over and adhere to Euladia's. The lacing and tightening of the waist corset and the neck posture corset took almost thirty minutes of sweat and pain but the results were nothing short of spectacular. "This suit is Rubber Girl's industries latest model, Boss. All the electronics and fluid energy cells are in the pads of the boobs, butt and shoulders. They will be activated once the kinetic elements in the wig are attached."

"What will be my over all measurements?"

"The triple ‘F’ breasts will make you a forty-eight incher on the top. The staved corset will pull your already slender waist down to a twenty incher and the pads on your buttocks will make you a full and round forty-three down there."

"I guess with those dimensions, I will have the body of a life-size, wet dream Barbie Doll," observed Euladia.

"Ken will never have had it this good, Mrs. R," responded Cochise. “His Barbie never had the fluid motion you will have. The eight-inch heels with the four-inch platforms of your boots will give you Barbie's long legs and will set the whole package into elegant proportions.”

"In this outfit I am not only every man's wet dream, I am also a man trap that appears to be looking for `Mr. Right'. Of course, for me, `Mr. Right' will have to have a very special set of qualifications."

"I think that is true for most women, Mrs. R," declared Cochise as he laced up Euladia's crotch high platform boots.

“Not many women have my mine set, Cochise.”

“What do you mean by that, Mrs. R.?”

“For me, ‘Mr. Right’ would have to adapt to and accept that I'll be wearing a mask and full body suit at all times. He will also have to understand that our relationship will develop with that condition as paramount."

"I could do that!" proclaimed Cochise.

"If you think you're the male for me, Cochise, don't ask or tell me to remove my mask or any other part of this costume, because that would be a mistake." Euladia didn't know where the last sentence she had uttered came from and was instantly embarrassed by her forwardness. She was glad that the mask did not betray her blush.

"I haven't thought in that direction before, Mrs. R, but if I were your soul mate, I have currently designed you to look exactly how I would want you to appear," declared Cochise.

"Do you think a man could learn to love and play with the new me, Cochise?" probed Euladia.

"I don't know, boss. This is new to me as well. I heard some my old grand parents talk of these things when I was small. I remember them advising to let the haunting spirits of the suit and mask teach their wearer the mysteries of the most inner of the circles."

Euladia walked over to the full-length mirror that Cochise had set-up in the changing room. "I know I am inside here and making all the parts move, but the transformation into this new exotic creature is fabulous. You have done a great job, Cochise."

"Thanks, Mrs. R, but I had great stuff to work with. Remember that this is only the foundation. I still have to dress you."

"Why am I still feeling cool? In the past, when I put on a full body covering and full head mask, almost immediately I began to sweat. In this suit I almost feel cold," observed Euladia.

"The suit is designed to regulate itself to your own body temperature with the outer skin being at two degrees below your normal output of eighty four degrees. This suit uses that two degree differential to fire the low voltage electronic system," informed Cochise as he continued to smooth out and fine tune the fit of Euladia's mask and suit.

"So my own body heat is keeping me cool inside the suit?" probed Euladia Romero as she continued to examine and smooth the suit while it started to adhere and adjust to fit her exact dimensions.

"Exactly. When I dress you, the added warmth trapped by the insulation in the clothing will increase this reality and the other systems like hearing enhancement and vision extensions will come online, boss."

"This is a fabulous technology, Cochise."

"We just got these suits and masks in from Rubber Girl Industries, boss. Their sales representative told me that the basic components have been in use for two years now. They have worked out all of the bugs in the prototypes as well as added several bionic options that will enhance your own body's functions. These are the same type of suits and masks the dealers wear in the MGM Grand Hotel's Gambling With The Stars gambit."

"I can see why that program is so successful," commented Euladia as she continued to model for herself in the mirror. She loved the generic, sensual, tanned female face that looked back at her. The suit moved with her as if all of its parts were actually part of her genetic frame. She was the new vision she was looking at. The full ruby red lips moved when she smiled or talked, the fingers looked long, willowy and graceful; her legs moved in fluid steps that made her appear to glide rather than walk. The total effect turned her on and aroused all of her feminine desire. Cochise came over and dressed the beautiful Native American woman in traditional Southwestern Native American leather attire. The leather clothing added to the mystery of Euladia's wet dream figure by covering it just enough to make it look passable in public, but not enough to hide the fantasy of it. Each new layer and every subtle movement heightened the total effect. "You not only have made me the exotic wet dream I wanted to be, Cochise, you have also created a piece of fashion art, and you have done it in record time as well. You were also right about the personal environment systems in the mask and suit. I have never felt so comfortable in my life."

"I am glad for all that, boss, but we are not done yet."

“The only problem is that this costume is in a Southwestern Motif. I told you that I wanted to look like we are either from Europe of the East Coast of the U.S.”

“These are only our traveling clothes, Boss. I’ll pack the look you want in our suitcases. But now we really have some work to do,” declared Cochise.

"How can you improve on the fashion statement that you have turned me into?" asked Euladia.

"Not you Boss. It is me that we have to do now."

"I don't understand, Cochise. All you need is a suit of clothes that compliments the way I look. In a physical sense, you look fine just the way you are," observed Euladia Romero.

"But I don't feel that way, Mrs. R. You see we will be traveling together and staying together. We aren't hooked up that way and I don't want to mess with either of our reputations. In addition, I look like a warehouseman and not your personal executive assistant."

"So what are you suggesting here, Cochise?"

"That you help me transform myself into your female executive assistant the same way I assisted you in transforming yourself. My ancestors called this being burdash. I have done it before and I am good at it, boss. You will see that we will get a lot more respect and looks if we go as I propose. I remembered the style of your good luck fur and incorporated it into your wardrobe. I found a faux fur that will provide a comparable style for me."

"I promised I would follow your lead on this, Cochise, so let's get started," declared Euladia in her new persona. The couple worked at transforming Cochise into a tad more conservative form of Euladia. In "her" new persona, Cochise was just a little bit more tailored and reserved than "her" boss was. When she saw the look of their double image in the mirror, Euladia was sure that Cochise had assessed the situation correctly. This way they would both be objects of desirable, sensuous affection and double the anguish and distraction for their competitors. In addition, as two leather- wearing, fur-clad, exotic bimbos, their male competition would tend to underestimate the female couple's business knowledge and ability. This in itself would be the entire angle Euladia needed to drive whatever bargain and conditions she desired. If the males started running any rough shod on them, the female couple could cry foul and enlist the aid of their competitor's wives and lovers.

"It is going to be a long drive across the desert to Las Vegas, Miss. R. Instead of listening to the radio, could you tell me how you started masking?" requested Cochise in his female executive assistant disguise.

"What do you mean, Cochise? I think I always liked to mask. I'll bet it was the same for you. I would be a happy camper if Halloween came once a week," stated Euladia.

"You got that right, Jefa," confirmed Cochise who was reveling in the beautiful qualities his feminine persona.

"I never thought of myself as a natural beauty, although some have said that I am," began Euladia. "In my opinion, you have me looking better at the moment in this full head mask, black gypsy styled wig, and full body suit than I have ever looked in my life. I always wanted to be glamorous and exotic, but I never had the natural gifts."

"That's not so, Boss. You have a great set of jugs," blurted out Cochise while forgetting that he was speaking to his employer.

"I always thought they were too large and oddly shaped," said Euladia without taking any offense at Cochise's observation.

"Do they feel too large in your current outfit?" probed Cochise from behind his female mask as he settled into the give and take of some intimate "girl-talk".

"Of course not, Cochise. In fact, while I think you have made them look huge, you have also given them a proud, assertive, straight up and out look that is everything I always desired. It is exactly the look that I am trying to achieve at the moment, so for the first time in my adult life, I am happy with my oversize breasts."

"Tell me about your previous masking experiences, boss. Maybe we can build them into the current scene and get you totally comfortable with the new you," suggested Cochise’s new feminine image.

"That sounds like a good plan, but they are probably going to sound like the ravings of a masked female workaholic."

"Let me be the judge of that, boss," commanded Cochise’s new female identity.

"Okay, Cochise, but if I start to bore you to death, remember this was your idea," asserted Euladia Romero’s masked alter ego. “You are probably not aware of this, because I don't share most of this information with my staff, but for my age, I have quite a long history of masking."

"I won't forget that I asked, boss and I didn't know you had a long masking history. Just think of this trip as just we girls having a good time as we cross the desert to Las Vegas," said Cochise with a sexy female voice and thought that raised his own level of sexual passion.

"Let's see where should I start? I so want to be in total control of these company negotiations," continued Euladia’s lovely new rubberized image. "It seems like I have always enjoyed the idea of masking. I even made myself a KKK sheet when I was a kid. Halloween always found me designing costumes. I guess those activities are what got me started in the fashion design field. But serious masking actually has a specific starting date for me. Now that I think on it, when I was sixteen years old I was already endowed as you see me now. I wore over size, baggy cut clothes to hide my voluptuous figure. I so wanted to go out to teen clubs and hang out, but the shy; inhibited, chubby, and long coat wearing girl wasn't a magnet for the in crowd.

"Why did you feel that you had to hide your body like that, boss? Most girls I know would die for a body as naturally sexy as yours is," candidly declared Cochise through the latex female mask that transformed him into Euladia’s sexy female assistant.

"You see, Cochise, both of my parents were strict Roman Catholics,” offered Euladia’s masked continence. “We made the early mass at least three to five times a week. Living with my parents was like growing up in a convent. My mother was actually the worst of the two. She was very strict and wouldn't allow me to go anywhere, except for Saturday cartoons at the movies, unless she was along. Of course my Dad supported her moves and may have reinforced them as well without my awareness of that reality.”

“Why do you believe that to be true about your Father?” probed Euladia’s masked aid.

“He often used my mother as a foil in other areas of their life together, so maybe he was doing it in this part too. Everything we did, as a family, was "G" rated. My Mother acted like the hourglass shape of my body was a curse from God for some unknown sinful act that she had done in her youth. I always imagined that sin was probably having sex with my Dad so that they could have me in the first place.”

“I have heard that before about deeply religious Roman Catholic couples,” offered Cochise’s masked image.

“One day I’m going to have to ask my mother if that notion about my birth is for real. Besides, when you are extremely well endowed the way I was in my early teens, your peers think of you as either a freak or a whore. These judgments are especially true of your female cliques and peer groups. They are both jealous and opinionated. Under these oppressive and sexist conditions, being the voluptuous, but hidden freakazoid was the better of the two undesirable options.

"I guess being a well endowed teenage female is not all the fun I thought it would be, boss," commented Cochise in a sympathetic and definitely feminine voice.

"As bad as I have made it sound, it is even worse when you have to live these realities on a day-in, day-out basis," declared Euladia. "None of the cute styles made for what the fashion houses call their ‘Young Miss Collections’ fit me. I always had to shop in the women’s department. I always looked like I was dressing in my Grandmother’s clothes.”

“Is that what started you into designing youthful looking outfits for well endowed women?” asked Cochise’s masked understanding female demeanor.

“That may have been my original motivation, but there were other factors as well. Fortunately for me, Mother's cousin, who I am named after, would often invite me to spend the weekend with her at her home in the suburbs and my Mother had no objections to my spending time with her. I used to call her Tia Lilly even though she was only ten years older than I was. We were shaped like twins, but she had a prettier face. She could have doubled for Diane Bracco who plays the shrink on the Soprano TV show."

"Now that is one beautiful woman, Miss R," said Cochise’s female image.

"You can say that again. That is why I am so pleased with the mask you designed for me. I think it gives me pretty much the same look, only with a golden Native American Tan."

"Now that you mention it, Jefe, I think you are absolutely right. I think the name of your mask is the Tan Bracco. Maybe we found the connection to the name. I told you that you were a knock out."

"Thank you again, Cochise. So are you in the Carmen Electra Model?" asked Euladia Romero.

"Why do you ask that, Mrs. R?" asked Cochise’s marvelous feminine disguise.

"Because that is who you remind me of," answered Euladia.

"You are very observant, boss. I picked this one because I just love Carmen Electra’s look."

"You have good taste, Cochise. You are also a knock out as Carmen Electra. Would you mind very much if I called you Carmen?”

“That works for me, Boss,” quickly responded Carmen Cochise.

“That works for me as well. Anyway, to get back to my ravings, Carmen, Tia Lilly was my favorite relative and best friend. I shared all my most intimate secrets and desires with her. She and I found that we had many of the same dreams and feelings" reflected Euladia. “The man she had married was a business partner of my father and her father. They had her husband doing the fieldwork and he was away a lot of the time. In addition, he was twenty-five years older than she was, but she cared for him and played the part of the dutiful and beautiful trophy wife both when he was there and when he was away from her.”

“I have read that a lot of May/December have that kind of relationship,” commented Carmen Cochise.

“Come to think of it, I did that with Mr. Romero as well, until I finally wised up with the help of my Tia”, admitted the masked workaholic. “Anyway, her closets were full of clothes that made her look more his age and he had even made her frost her hair with silver streaks. Actually it made her look very elegant and like my mother. That is one of the reasons she wanted me to visit. I guess she was lonely. Lilly had gone to college and had earned a double master's degree in psychology and art, but her husband wouldn't let her work. Her relationship with her husband helped her understand how throttled I felt with my parents not to mention that her mom was my mom's older sister and was almost as strict as my Mother. It was this same knowledge that helped my break away from my own husband, but that is another story."

"So what did you confide in her about your current situation at that time, boss?" probed Carmen Cochise as “she” navigated the maze of freeways while trying to exit the sprawling, smog shrouded, LA metropolis.

"Basically, I remember explaining to her that I really wanted to get out and socialize. She responded by saying that she thought she had a way to help me out. In a way she acted very much the way you did this morning. Tia Lilly made me promise to follow her instructions completely and, if for any reason, I wanted to stop doing what she suggested, we would forget about her suggestion forever."

"So you went for it?" quizzed Carmen Cochise.

"What did I have to lose? I felt that I had to do something even though I didn't have a clue as to what she had on her mind. I had to break out of the mold my parents were forcing me into or I was sure that I would go out of my mind. So, just like this morning, I agreed. Then Lilly took some measurements of my head, and entire body. She told me to make sure to visit her the following weekend. All that week I felt a quiet excitement in the pit of my gut because I knew that Lilly would find the perfect solution to everything. Each day seemed to drag by slower and slower. Finally Friday rolled around. After school was out, I hurried home and checked out the things I had packed under the watchful eye of my mother. She had something to do with my Dad that night, so she had me take the bus to my Tia Lilly's home.”

“Wait a minute. You said that your mother was overly protective and strict and yet she has you taking the bus? That doesn’t compute,” stated Carmen Cochise.

“You are right about that Carmen, but I forgot to add that she was very frugal when it came to spending any money on her freakazoid,” declared Euladia’s disguised face.

“That just isn’t right,” asserted Carmen Cochise.

“You are right about that too, but I didn’t realized that until just now,” confessed Euladia’s Diane Bracco image. “Anyway, when Lilly opened the big front door of her house she was elegantly dressed in a high neck, long-sleeve, full-length, black silk robe that gave her an air of real mystery. I could tell from the broad smile of joy on her face that she had a surprise for me. As I entered her house with my bag tucked tightly under my arm, I almost squealed with glee and anticipation at the unknown reality that waited for me in the privacy of her bedroom. She told me not to get too excited because I would be staying in her home for the entire night. Remember that I am only sixteen and all of this was incredibly romantic and totally new to me. She then said that if things worked out that I could absolutely count on going out by myself, or on a double date with her on Saturday evening."

"Get to it, Boss. This story has begun to heat me up," proclaimed the new Carmen Cochise.

"Keep your latex tight Carmen or I will stop this download," snapped Euladia. "I told you that this was a long story and the psychological development is in the detail of the set-up."

"I hear you boss, but this is already one great yarn."

"It's not a yarn, Carmen. I swear to you that every word is the truth as I remember it," asserted Euladia Romero in an irritated voice from behind the real pursed red lips of her wet dream Barbie Bracco costume.

"Please don't be irritated, Mrs. R. I am enjoying the conversation. It is still a good story, Jefa. They say that fact is a lot stranger than fiction anyway," said Cochise through his “Carmen Electra” mask.

"My Tia Lilly told me to sit down in front of the large wardrobe mirror she had in her bedroom. It was designed with wings so that you could see yourself from almost every angle that you could think of. When she rolled a large framed pivot mirror behind you, it was even possible to see yourself as some one standing directly behind you. I kept my eyes shut while she was maneuvering the framed mirror into position. I felt her put what I thought was some type of heavy cream skin conditioner all over my face. As my head warmed within the garment I experienced the smell of something that was a cross between rubber latex and leather.”

“I love that odor too,” declared Carmen Cochise as “she” hung onto each and every word of her Boss’s detailed and fascinating masked ravings.

Euladia/Barbie/Bracco continued her masked ravings by saying, “Lilly had fitted a hood over my head and face, all the while telling me not to open my eyes. I could feel her holding my long black ponytail way up high up while lacing the hood closed down the back of my head and neck. After she finished lacing the mask tightly onto my head, I smelled another odor that was slightly akin to model airplane glue. The combination of the three smells and the tightness of the hood made me feel strange but there was a sense of well being which comes with enclosure. I became warm with increased anticipation as I heard her moving the mirror wings and straightening up the room in preparation of giving me my surprise. Then I her the shutter mechanism of her camera as she took several shots of my new image from different angles."

"What happen next, did she let you open your eyes?" asked Carmen Cochise with apparent excitement in “her” sensuous, contralto, and female voice.

"No, instead she had me stand up and put on what I thought was a complete lycra body stocking that was very much like the Latex and leather ones one I am wearing now, only much lighter. This Lycra model also had the feet and hands attached. Then she told me to hold my chin upwards and I felt a high collar being placed around my neck and over the hood that was already secured on my head. Sounds of metal and little clicking noises told me that somehow the mask and body stocking were being locked onto my body. Then, she Velcroed what I imagined to be a wig to the hood. Next there was more shutter noises from her camera as she continued to document my transformation.”

“Is your Tia letting you open your eyes yet?” probed Carmen Cochise.

“I wish that I could say yes to that question. I wanted to peek so badly, but I managed not to open my eyes until Lilly finally said it was okay to do so.”

“What was delaying that event?” asked Carmen.

“My Tia Lilly wanted to get all of the pictures that she could before I opened my eyes and became jaded to my masked reality,” said Euladia/Barbie Bracco.

“That makes perfect sense,” agreed Carmen.

“When my Tia Lilly finally said that I could open my eyes, the sight of myself in the mirror in a full head mask and totally form fitting glossy black body stocking was overwhelming. My new face was Lilly's absolute clone. When she took off her black silk robe, we were twins. Our leather collars went from the top of our necks down to our shoulders while following the curve of the base of our necks. From there, the leather formed a "V" into our massive cleavages. This of course, accentuated and drew attention to our already ample breasts. I soon discovered that Lilly had locked and glues the laces of the suit and mask onto my body and head and there was no way to remove the mask, body suit or collar without the keys and a special solvent. In a very real sense, it was sort of exciting being a prisoner of the suit and mask."

"Was that all you felt about it, boss?" asked the intensely interested Carmen Cochise.

"No, that was just the starter emotion. I couldn't put my finger on the rest of the package, but Lilly used her training in psychology to explain that the disguise was really my ticket to freedom. I had never thought of masking that way before that moment. Lilly went on to tell me that with the identification she made me from duplicates of her ID, I no longer had a past history or any ties to my "ego self" and I was free to become a new person. She said that in a very real sense, I was unmasking the desires and dreams that emanated from the deepest recesses of my true inner being. Lilly suggested that I give my new self a new name and I selected Lorena to stay with the initials on the ID.”

“Would like me to call you Lorena in your current masked condition?” asked Carmen Cochise.

“That is a good idea, Carmen.”

“Then please continue with this masked tale, Lorena,” stated Carmen.

“Lilly then gave me a few minutes to get used to the idea of being a new person while she went off into the bathroom. When she came out, she had a pan of warm water, which she sponged onto my suit, mask and collar. She explained that when the material dried it would shrink even tighter and truly act as if it was a second skin. She further explained that I would hardly even notice that I had it on. She also told me that I would have to keep the gear on all night while I was sleeping. The process was to continue all the next day to allow for a long slow drying and conforming time. This period was also a time for me to get used to wearing my new external identity. As we began to eat our dinner my Tia Lilly also started reviewing with me her own story to that point in her life."

"I'll bet that was interesting," declared Carmen Cochise.

"Well like any life it had its ups and downs," continued Euladia. "Prior to her marriage to my Tio Estefan she had been developing into quite a career woman. She used her academic training to begin a strong business in finance and real estate. She worked fifty to seventy hours a week and played the rest of the time. One of her hobbies that she enjoyed most was motorcycle riding. In fact she still rides and occasionally takes me with her. She has a beautiful Harley that she keeps hidden from the rest of the family in a Public Storage Locker. When Lilly was sure that she was completely alone and no one was scheduled to bust in on her, she would wear sexy, sometimes flashy whore like, clothing.”

“Why did she go for the whore image?” asked Carmen Cochise.

“Lilly was an avid reader of both fiction and nonfiction books with really sexy and often whorish women in them. She was an even bigger fan of mystery novels and spy stories whorish fem fettles. She said that her favorite web site was Maskfiction.com. Lilly further told me that she often disguised herself when she read the stories that she found there in order to get deeper into the mood of the plot and identify with the main character. At those moments, except for the freedom she felt when she disguised herself into a biker type and rode off on her Harley, reading and closet masking were her only fantasy outlets.”

"That was really sad," commented Cochise.

"Of course, I knew about her mask collection that she had hidden in the attic of her huge luxurious house. When I had visited with her one Halloween she was already wearing a black leather, full head mask when I arrived. I totally flipped out over it. So she fastened one of her other masks on my head and it looked and felt wonderful! We answered her door dressed this way to the delight and fright of her trick-or-treaters. Later that night we tried on several eye masks over the head masks as well as a mouth cover, a gas mask, a collar and other accessories. I absolutely loved the doing of it all. All the time she kept taking pictures of each of the different combinations and poses. Lilly also turned on a video camera, so I would have a super video of my first masking experiences as well. She had 14 masks that we would play with at times. All of them were skintight. Most were made of leather or latex and not at all like the new composition material she had drying on me as we spoke.”

“What did you like most about your Tia Lilly’s mask collection, Lorena,” probed Carmen Cochise.

“Let’s see. I guess what I loved most about her mask collection was that all of them made me completely anonymous and incredibly comfortable with my freakazoid image. To start out, I preferred the leather masks because they "breathed" w