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" with you.  Lilly confided in me that she had started masking when she was in elementary school for Halloween and Mardi Gras and occasionally would wear one to school just for fun.  She told me that the other kids responded to her completely different when she wore her masks.  She especially loved the attention the masking process brought into her drab Catholic life.”

 

“How did you feel about that, Lorena?” quizzed Carmen.

 

“I totally identified with that reality and craved it for myself, Carmen.  Lilly went on to say that the masks would cause a distraction in class and that the Nuns would only let her wear them during recess.  In the neighborhood the other kids called her La Mascara.  She did several masking experiments in college, and like me, didn't tell anyone where she lived or what her phone number was.  Like me, she just couldn't stand the grilling and inquisition she got every time the phone rang.  And, if the call was from a boy, she got grounded for a week, even though they never let her talk to the boys who called.  When she finally moved out of her parent's house, her private life was 100% masked and full of sensual, erotic fantasies."

 

"Are we going into detail on that part of her experience as well?" asked Carmen Cochise with more excitement obvious in “her” masked but totally feminine voice.

 

"I don't see why not, but let's pull into that drive through and get a soda first.  All this talking is making me thirsty,” said the masked image of Lorena Bracco

 

"You are the boss.  A soda sounds fine to me as well, but let's get a meal at the next stop," suggested Carmen.

 

"That's a deal, Carmen.”  Once they pulled back onto the highway and feeling refreshed by the stop, Euladia/Lorena Barbie Bracco restarted her narrative.  "When Lilly was a junior in college she was in a motorcycling accident with her fiancee.  They were riding together on his bike.  She was very much in love with him and they had their lives all planned out.  All that came to naught because the accident killed him and left Lilly hospitalized for eight weeks.  His death crushed her spirit and she wanted to die, but her mangled body would not give-up on her.  A drunken driver had hit them from behind.  The force of the hit caused them to slide down the road about three hundred yards and into an abutment.”

 

“The poor thing!” exclaimed Carmen Cochise.

 

“That is not even the half of this tragedy, Carmen.  The crushed and mutilated body of my Tia Lilly’s Fiancée absorbed a lot of the energy from the final impact and saved Lilly's life.  However, the impact had caused her to lose his unborn child.  Her face and most of the right side of her body had major road rash tattooed into her skin.  The doctors told her that she would have to undergo a couple years of reconstruction surgery to remove the scar tissue and rehabilitate her skin.”

 

“That must have been just a horrific experience, Lorena.  I don’t know if I could cope with something as horrible as all that,” admitted Carmen Cochise.

 

“I hear what you are saying, Carmen.  I felt that way as well the first time I heard this from my Tia Lilly, but in addition to her later marriage to my Tio, that is part of the reason she became such a private person.  I was twelve at the time, but I remember visiting My Tia Lilly and she always had the shades drawn down tight and the lights off.  She told me that except for trips to the doctor or hospital for surgery, she didn't venture outside her apartment more that six to eight times a year for the next two years and only then at night when she turned in her work to her instructors.  Lilly did most of her senior year and part of the course work for her graduate program over the Internet and through home- study distance learning monitors.”

 

“Is that when she started masking, Lorena?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“It was during the last week of October when she saw a clip about Halloween on the Eleven o'clock news.  The story clip was all about what was hot and was not in costumes for that Halloween.  Lilly dug in her boxes of masks and old costumes and decided that this was her chance to disguise herself and go out for a good time.  She decided to dress up in a witch's costume, and wear the usual grotesque witch mask. In this disguise she went to a local club that was having a Halloween party sponsored by a local radio station and brewery.  For the first time in two years Lilly was having a great time in public at a party.”

 

“Good for her,” said Carmen.

 

“She felt that way too, Carmen.  With her disguise well in place, she began to dance as she had before the accident.  Then she noticed a woman, or what appeared to be a woman, dressed in what some might call a really "kinky" outfit.  The girl had on a leather hood and matching form fitting latex costume.  Over the hood she had an elaborate gas mask and she looked fantastic.  She was the center of attention.  Not to be out done by this upstart, Lilly left the party to go home and quickly put on one of her leather hoods and gas masks.  Since she didn't have the form fitting leather cat suit, she wore an extreme Demask corset with highly exaggerated boobs, her skin-tight leather pants and long leather trench coat.”

 

“Those Demask corsets are to die for,” comment Carmen Cochise.

 

“I like them too, but to top it off, my Tia Lilly put on her new full-head motorcycle helmet and fringed motorcycle gloves.  She returned to the party on her totally restored Harley.”

 

“That must have been totally weird for her,” said Carmen Cochise.

 

“It was the first time she had ridden the big bike since the accident, but she said that once she was astride the bike, it was like the ghost of Benito was going to the party with her.  She convinced the doorman that the Harley was part of her costume and rode it along with Benito's spirit into the club.  She was an instant success and my Tia Lilly and the other girl were in a tie for first prize.  The radio station and beer company coughed up the cash and a Ford Escort for each of them.”

 

“Now that is a real masked victory, even if it is on Halloween,” said Carmen Cochise.

 

“Lilly said that car always felt like something that she had won with Benito's blessing.  Whenever she drove it she felt like he was all around her.  She kept that car until she married Estefan.”

 

“The memory does strange things like that, Lorena.  I think that is how we greave and survive something as horrific as that crash and the loss of you loved ones,” stated Carmen Cochise with an empathic tone in “her” amazing and sonorous feminine voice.

 

“You might be right about that too, Carmen.  However, somehow the success of that evening gave Lilly the idea that with just a leather hood and without the gas mask on, she might just be able to get part of her social life back.  In her leathers, she might even take up riding the Harley again.  The mask covered her head like a helmet and continued down the neck to her collarbone.  She funneled her long black hair up through and out of a leather tube on the top of the hood.  The question was, could she wear the mask all day if she had to.  That is when Lilly remembered the trick of getting new leather boots to fit like a second skin.  She soaked the mask in water and forced herself to wear it for an extended period of time to allow it to dry.”

 

“How long did the drying process take?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“Lilly said that it took eighteen hours before the mask actually felt like it was part of her anatomy.  After that, it became so comfortable that she fell asleep in the mask. It was only for about six hours but when Lilly awoke, she felt totally refreshed.  She forgot she was wearing the mask until she went to brush her teeth.  The fit and comfort of the mask was that amazing.  Lilly started venturing out in the mask to take out her garbage, get the mail and then she went grocery shopping.  Slowly but surely, the mask and the security it provided helped to get a lot of her life back to normal as she proceeded through all the reconstruction surgeries.  She started logging the process as part of her master’s thesis to gather data on just what the public reaction was going to be to her being masked full-time.”

 

“She was a masking pioneer,” suggested Carmen.

 

“I always felt that way too, Carmen.  My Tia Lilly’s first real outing was going down to the Ford dealership to pick up her new Escort.  That went well so she continued the experiment by driving to and taking a walk along the boardwalk.  The wind was up that day so she put on all her other leathers as well.  To her surprise every one commented positively of the bold reality of her clothing.  She thought that the reaction at the dealership had been a fluke, where the customer is always right, but the people on the board walk said that not only was she attractive, but that her apparel, including the mask was incredibly appropriate for the blustery conditions of the day.  Once over that hurdle, Lilly found that the mask also assisted her in her studies.  Her subjects were more open with her.  They told her concerns and deep inner feeling with an ease that hadn't been there before she started masking.  The mask didn't only liberate her; it liberated Lilly's clients as well.”

 

“Would you agree that masking does that for most committed maskers?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“I don’t know if that is true, but that is the reality of masking for me. Lilly said that masking opened up a whole new set of communications between her and her thesis committee.  Even now, after the successful completion of her surgery, when Estefan is away on one of his extended trips and she is completely alone in the house, she still wears her masks.”

 

“Why doe she do that?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“Lilly swears that for her, they have the power of a life giving force.  She even created a mask and costume that transformed her into her deceased fiancee and rode her Harley in his spirit.  I have ridden with her dressed as Benito and she truly is a different person when she is inside his image."

 

"Wow, that is inspiring. It is also a real testimonial and rationale for masking.  I wish I were recording this.  I would love to hear it over and over again.  In the culture of mis Abuelos, masking is a real tradition and a power to help guide you to the source power of the spirit world, but I never considered it in the context of modern daily life.  This is a whole new passage for me, Boss," admitted Carmen Cochise. "But what happened with your own passage?"

 

"As we were finishing up our dinner on that fateful day, when Lilly started to mask with me, Lilly started to elaborate on her plans for the following day.  She told me that we would go out in public and I would act as her identical twin sister by wearing the total form-fitting disguise.  Then, I would be allowed to go out that night, but I must first get totally used to being in a mask so it would feel completely natural.  After dinner she worked on my walk.  She had me wear some extremely high boots like the ones you have me in, and that was a real learning experience, but to be honest, I was having the time of my life.  Then she started in on helping me imitate her voice and speech inflections.  I had been around her a lot, so this came a lot easier than I would have thought.  I can't believe how parallel my feelings were then to the ones I am feeling now.  Anyway, that night I had trouble getting to sleep.”

 

“What was the reasoning behind that, Lorena,” quizzed Carmen Cochise.

 

“There was the sensual thrill of confinement and security from the body stocking and mask, especially when I would lightly touch and move my gloved hands over my mask.  I wondered if the power of the mask would help me stand up to my parents, but then I remembered that the mask made me a new person and actually divorced me from them.  Standing up to them was no longer necessary.  The person I was becoming didn't exist in their reality.  Also, I was really getting used to being Lorena.  Can you imagine the liberation of it all?  I was a brand new person!  I was a blank slate that could be whatever I wanted to be.  Not that I was unhappy with me as a whole, but my life sucked and this was an exit gate.  However, like any gate to freedom the door swung on hinges of responsibilities and those were not clear to me yet.”

 

“I am so totally hearing that, Boss.  I have been there and done that,” proclaimed Cochise through his Carmen Electra mask.

 

“Thanks for the support, Carmen.  In spite of the all the excitement and contradictory to the new thoughts that were flying through my mind, I managed to slide into a deep and untroubled sleep. I lost all consciousness that I was totally encased in a costume that made me my Tia's twin.  I don't even think I did any dreaming that night.  I didn't awake until well after 1:00 P.M. the following day.  I don't think I had ever slept that soundly before.  When I came to full consciousness, at first I didn't even realize that I was still wearing a mask.  I flashed upon my Tia's story when I went to brush my teeth.  I saw my masked reflection in the mirror and burst into laughter.  Then that very same hot rush that I had felt the night before surged through my body and I just stood there and gazed at the new unknown and sexy Lorena.  I rushed into the kitchen where my Tia Lilly was grinning from ear to ear.  She was full of joy for my new discovery and me.  I gave my new twin a bear hug.”

 

“In your life of being the hidden freakazoid, that must have been a wonderful and fulfilling experience,” noted the intent Carmen Cochise.

 

“I guess that it was, Carmen.  Lilly and I had some breakfast for lunch while I talked on and on about my emotions and conflicts arising out of my new personality.  Lilly's end of the conversation was about how she trusted that I would use my new masked freedom identity in a wise manner and that I was never to tell my parents about our masked adventures that we were about to begin.  She then suggested that I spend the rest of the afternoon doing weekend errands with her.  I thought that was a super idea and couldn't wait to get started.  She said that she would introduce me as her long lost identical twin sister that she had only discovered in a computer based twin study she was conducting without Estefan's knowledge.  Before we left her house Lilly checked my entire costume to make sure that everything was securely locked into place."

 

"You just didn't walk out into daylight with just a catsuit and mask on.  You aren't telling me that you did that, are you?" asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"Don't worry, Carmen.  I was getting around to telling all of that to you as well," stated Euladia/Lorena.  My Tia Lilly had thought of everything.  It seems that she had been planning for this day for quite a while and I had finally walked into it.  Lilly already had several outfits for me that was duplicates of her moods.  In fact, I guess I could have worn anything in her wardrobe.  Little did I know then that I would soon be doing a lot of that?  I chose a black pullover crew neck top that fit over my huge breasts and was skin tight around my small waist.  The high turtleneck of the sweater fit nice and smooth over the collar and, I must say, I looked incredibly sexy.”

 

“What came next, girlfriend?” probed Carmen Cochise.

 

“My Tia Lilly then handed me black leather jeans and a pair of high heel/platform boots that came just over the knee.  To complete the outfit, there was a pair of soft, black leather gloves and a wide leather belt with a large brass buckle.  When I tried on the complete outfit, I was astonished.  I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.  I was even sexier than I had been in just the mask and the black, lycra body stocking.  With the exception of my Tia Lilly who was now wearing the exact same outfit, I was the sexiest human being I had ever seen!”

 

“There is another reinforcing moment that masking gave to you.  This experience must have been the turning point in your young existence,” proclaimed Carmen Cochise.

 

“I guess that it was, Carmen.  Everything was skintight and yet looked totally natural.  What is more, I was totally comfortable with my look.  I didn't need to hide anything or stoop over to make my boobs slide down my chest.  I stood tall with pride.  The collar held my head up high and gave elegance to my posture that I had never experienced before in my life.  For the first time in my teenage years I realized that I had an outstanding, and fabulous shape.  No question about it, I was Lilly's clone.  No one, not even my parents would recognize me.  All the time we were dressing she continued the fine-tuning my voice and speech style to hers.”

 

“It sounds to me like your Tia was a great coach,” suggested Carmen Cochise.

 

“She was way more than that, Carmen.  Like I said before, Lilly had thought of everything.  She even had matching contact lenses and sunglasses for both of us.  As we walked out of her front door and down to her car, she handed me the keys.   She was driving a new Jaguar Coupe.  I told her that I didn't drive, but she said that Lorena did, after all she had a license for ID to prove it.  I told her that I was afraid I would destroy her car, but she told me that there was no time like the present and that she had complete confidence in me.  I don't no where my driving skills came from, maybe it was years of video game playing by myself at home, but the car just responded to my every wish, like I had been driving it for all the years that my license said I had been.  With each turn, stop and acceleration my confidence grew.  I was really feeling like the adult female named Lorena in my powerful and stylish silver Jag.  I caught Lilly's amazed expression out of the corner of my masked eye when she asked me if I was sure that I hadn't driven before?"

 

"So the power of the mask came through for you again," declared Carmen Cochise who was still riveted to every word of the narrative.

 

"I guess that is what it was, Carmen.  I just craved to experience what it was going to be like, out in public, as the twin of a sophisticated adult female.  Our first stop was the super market. I had just taken off my cat-eyed sunglasses when I noticed a group of people walking toward us.  Several of them were part of the in-crowd kids that I knew from school.  They appeared to be so young and juvenile.  As they got closer I began to feel a sense of panic.  I forgot how good I looked and how unlike myself Lorena appeared.  I wanted to bolt, but my Tia steadied me on my feet.  She told me to re-disguise my eyes with the cat-eye sunglasses.  Once the group was within earshot I began to here the wolf whistles and cat calls and words like, "Far out", Fantabulous", "Cool", "Yes!", "Awesome" and "Too Much".  One of the guys in the approaching group was a classmate of mine.  I sat opposite to him in my chemistry lab.”

 

“What was his name?” quizzed Carmen Cochise.

 

“Not that it matters, Carmen, but his name was Russ.  He was a big show off with money and a fancy car, but his BMW 320i couldn't even begin to compare with the class of my Tia's Jag.  Russ was most of my peer's heartthrob.  Because our joint projects in chemistry, he knew my name, but he really didn't know that I existed.  He hadn't even asked me to do his homework for him, but he saw me now!  He walked right up to Lilly and me and said he had to know our names and where we had been all of his long lonely life.” 

 

“What did you do?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

Right there in front of everyone he tried to set up a double date with us, like he had the prowess to land a couple of sophisticated lookers like us.  Lilly's date was to be the quarter back of the football team, but we left him standing there frustrated.  With a toss of our heads that asserted our feminine superiority, we totally shinned them on.  It was so much fun to act like he wasn't so much as a grease spot on the sidewalk and we brushed past the group and into the supermarket to the sounds of more cheers.  I actually wanted to talk to Russ.  I so wanted to tease him and grind him down some more, but Lilly told me that we could snare a lot bigger prizes than Russ.  Little did I know then what she meant by snare or how fabulous those prizes could be."

 

"I hope you are going to tell me eventually what your Tia meant by snare," commented Carmen Cochise.

 

"I won't leave anything out, Carmen.  Just let me tell the story.  I am actually enjoying the remembering of it.  Telling it to you reminds me of girl's camp.  Anyway, for the rest of the afternoon we walked through a museum with Lilly constantly coaching and probing.  With each passing moment I was becoming an indistinguishable carbon copy of my older, sophisticated cousin.  We walked into a mall and had a snack.  Then it was off for a stroll in the park, and doing some more shopping.  There were no problems anywhere.  People just seemed to want to talk to us and ask us about our leather clothing.  Almost all of them complimented us on our outfits.  Some were so bold to ask where we had purchased our outfits and Lilly told them that we had gotten our leather outfits custom made during our last trip to Mexico.  They would nod their heads and believe her like she was preaching the gospel.  Such is the credibility of absolute exotic beauty.  You can lie your ass off and people believe you.  It is as if they have to believe you.  If they try to make you out to be a liar, they act like that would make your beauty a lie as well and they just can't tolerate that.  As long as you stay in your sophisticated and beautiful persona, everything you do and say just adds to your believability.  There is no way to lose as long as you don't lose your confidence or contradict yourself."

 

"I have always thought that to be the case," commented Carmen Cochise, "but I have never been able to personally experience that reality.

 

"You will now Carmen.  Remember, you are star material.  As my executive assistant you will be able to make people believe whatever you want them to believe.  You could stop traffic the way you have redesigned and transformed your physical appearance.  That is why I wanted you to make sure that you and I looked that way again today.  It still amazes me that anyone will think of any excuse to talk with a couple of sophisticated women.  I just don't mean the poor horny males that fall all over themselves trying not to look as stupid as they know they are.   I am also talking about woman who want your secret so they can get in on it too."

 

"Sounds to me like you were really getting into the process," suggested Carmen Cochise in his feminine role.

 

"And why not?" probed Euladia Lorena Bracco/Romero.  "People of all types came up to Lilly and me and were amazed at our double beauty.  I quickly found out that they could not tell either Lilly's age or mine.  Of course, we never admitted to any age anyway, because that was part of the masking mystery for us.  You see, in making us twins, the mask added about seven years to me and took about six off of My Tia.  Then, while Lilly was shopping in one of the mall's stores for some exotic clothing, I decided to strike out on my own.”

 

“So, why did you do that?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“Lilly encouraged me to do this because she felt that it was time to gain some confidence about being masked and alone in public.  As chance would have it, halfway down the block I saw my Tio Estefan stepping out of a bar with a beautiful woman on his arm.  He was supposed to be out of town for the weekend.  They turned and walked straight towards me.  At first I thought about what a jerk he was for playing so close to home where he could embarrass my favorite Tia.  Then my heart skipped a beat.  I realized that I had no idea of what to do.  I was sure that he saw me and would think that I was Lilly.  I had no choice but to test the power of my skills and disguise.”

 

“I just know that this going to be good,” suggested Carmen Cochise.

 

“It was better that good.  Estefan's eyes became glued upon me from the moment he saw me and I could see that they were whispering to each other as they approached.  I decided that the best defense was an offense.  I knew that Lilly called him Steffie when she was trying to be sweet to him, so as we got close I said, `Excuse me Steffie, but I thought you weren't coming home until Monday.  Are we going out tonight or are we eating in?' At first I totally ignored the airhead on his arm who was all but hiding behind my Tio Estefan by now.  I guess I made the right move because I caught him completely off his guard.  He was the one that was stammering around for words and not me.  He was so flustered that I began to totally enjoy this experience.  I didn't even think that Lilly might be coming out of the store at any minute and how were we going to explain the two of us."

 

"What did your Tio do?  I mean you had him dead to rights.  He was totally busted," claimed Carmen Cochise from behind “her” female mask and costume.

 

"I knew that and while I was trying to figure out a way to stick it to him really good, he introduced me to his new secretary, or should I say sexcretary, knowing that I didn't believe a word of the fumbling excuses he was trying to feed me.  I later found out that she really had excellent clerical skills, but for my Tio, I am sure that was just a wasted bonus.  Her name was Flossey Morgan.  I couldn't help thinking that was a great name for some kind of a cross between a huge white horse and an equally white cow.  Why would anyone name their little baby girl, Flossey?!”

 

“I can’t even imagine why some people do some of the really totally weird stuff that they do to their kids,” said Carmen Cochise.  “That like call a boy Rex or Rover.”

 

“Be all that as it may be, Estefan even said something to his sexcretary about getting outfits for the office that matched mine.  Then I had a brainstorm.  I took one look at her new fur coat and imagined who provided it for her, and said that she could help Estefan and me pick out the tennis bracelet that he had promised me.  Of course that was a big lie.  I had just done some window-shopping at Zales with my Tia and she had shown me this fantastic tennis bracelet.  My Tio almost went white.  He looked like a broken thermometer with all the red dye bleeding out of it, but what could he say without sounding like a scrooge in front of his new piece of tail.  I took his free arm and marched them both into Zales and maxed out his credit card on two identical eighteen caret gold bracelets.  Each bracelet was laced with four carets of sparkling blue white diamonds.  They were not only fabulously gorgeous, they were the most expensive pieces in the store."

 

"Why two bracelets?" inquired Carmen Cochise.

 

"Zales was having a one cent sale.  The way this sale worked was, when you bought an item for twenty-five hundred dollars or more, you got a second item of equal or lesser value for one cent.  The only way to max out on this deal was to buy two of the same items.  Besides, I thought my Tia deserved a bracelet to match mine.  I could tell that My Tio wanted the second one to oil the heat in his new flame, but I put them both on my wrist."

 

"Are they the same two gold and diamond bracelets that you are wearing now, boss?" inquired Carmen Cochise.

 

"Yes they are, but I have added several large diamonds to each of them since their original purchase.  Each diamond represents the completion of a life goal for me," declared Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.  "These bracelets have become for me, a measure of how far I have come since I started out."

 

"But I thought you said you were going to give one of the bracelets to your Tia Lilly," said Carmen Cochise in a confused female voice.

 

"I did, but she saw to it that I got the bracelet back in a later exchange," declared Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.

 

"How did that happen, Mrs. R?" probed Carmen Cochise.

 

"Let me finish this part of the story, Carmen, and some of your answer will be made clear in due time," declared Euladia/Lorena.  "As we left Zales, I invited Flossey and her alleged boyfriend (meaning someone other than my Tio Estefan) over to Lilly's and Estefan's house for dinner, but she declined, for professional reasons and because of some other trumped-up family commitment.  She then tried to get away by saying that it was good having met me anyway and that maybe she could take a rain check.  I guess it would have been hard to bring over another guy to my Tia Lilly's house when the boyfriend she wanted to be with was already standing next to her.  The whole time we had been shopping in Zales and waiting for credit approval on the large bracelet purchase, Flossey tried to mask her embarrassment and make out that Estefan talked about my Tia Lilly all the time to the office staff.  She claimed the he used my/Lilly's fashion sense as his standard of decorum and excellence.  While that was probably true, because my Tia was deferring to Estefan's taste in fashion in the first place, Flossey knew that I wasn't buying her crap either, but she tried not to show that reality to me and therefore vindicated my suspicions.  I loved the fact that I could use my mask to betray or hide my emotions as I wished."

 

"That will help you tomorrow during the negotiations as well," observed Carmen Cochise.

 

"I am counting upon that reality, Carmen.  Anyway, the rest of the afternoon was marvelous.  As my Tio and his fur-clad pig went allegedly back to the office, I went off in search of my Tia Lilly.  My little adventure had helped me gain confidence that I never knew I had.  Being Lorena was soon going to be the center of my life for a while.  Anyway, when I walked up to Lilly and started telling her about my encounter with Estefan, I completely forgot that I was wearing a full cover mask that made me her identical twin.  She was stunned by my actions, but proud of me at the same time.  Then when I showed her the spoils of my activity and told her that one of the diamond bracelets was hers, she almost wet her pants.  Lilly was positive that I had manipulated Estefan in a way that she had never tried.  She wasn't exactly sure how I got away with it, so she had me tell her the event sentence-by-sentence looking for all the psychological angles.  She then lay upon me the reality of her marriage to Estefan in the same mall bar that Estefan had been using for his latest stupid office romance.”

 

“If you were to ask me, this is another turning point in your self concept, Boss, suggested Cochise from behind his disguise of Carmen Electra.

 

“Now that I think on it, Carmen, I believe that you are very perceptive.  You se, being masked with and listening to my Tia Lilly that afternoon gave me a sense of personal power and worth and it was probably one of the most significant turning points of my life.  In my newfound confidence and security, I knew that I would never be the same person again.  I could feel my life starting off on a quest for my own destiny.  I sensed that while masked and dressed as my Tia's cuate (twin), I could change anything in my life and express myself without any fear of repercussion from friends or family.  Somehow the masking process seemed to make me more aware of my environment and think more clearly.  Instead of me juvenilizing the mask and suit, it had matured me.  I had a definite feeling of who I was and what I could be.  For the first time in my life I could see people, places and things for what they were instead of what they appeared to be."

 

"When are you going to tell me about how you got the bracelet back and what you did to earn it?" asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"Good God girl friend, you can be a pest."

 

"I just want to make sure that I don't miss any of the good and gooey stuff," declared Carmen Cochise.

 

"Let's stop in Barstow for dinner and I'll relate that part during our meal and beyond.  Those sodas have found there way to my bottom of my gut and I need some relief and a chance to stretch my legs.  These extremely tall, crotch high boots are fun to walk and posture in, but sitting for long periods with them on, cramps my calves," stated Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.

 

"I hear you, boss.  Your wish is my command.  You know, you can really tell a story, Jefa.  I feel like you got me hooked on a TV mini series," said Carmen Cochise.

 

"I glad you are enjoying my ravings Carmen, because the telling of them feels really therapeutic for me," stated Euladia/Lorena as they pulled off of the interstate and into the little desert town of Barstow.  The town itself was a historic borax mining settlement that had become a wide spot in the interstate mid-way between LA and Vegas.  Carmen Cochise pulled into one of the chain style coffee shops that lined the "Business District's" main drag.

 

Once they had visited the restrooms and ordered their meals, Euladia/Lorena continued the telling of her tale.  "You know, my parents are wonderful people and I wouldn't want to do anything that would disturb their way of life even though their life style had become a pink padded prison for me.  They smothered me just as much as a totally restraining set of iron bars would.  My Tia Lilly was teaching me that masking represented a key to freedom that I had not known before that time.  I had always had to wear very conservative clothes, little makeup and a conservative hairdo. I was not allowed to wear anything that might be considered sexy, provocative or risqué because it might be detrimental to my Father's corporate and political careers.  But like many young women, I wanted to be somewhat outrageous and have fun with my life.  So, when my Tia Lilly came up with the solution of masking as her twin, I was not only grateful to her, I was ecstatic about being able to express my sexuality without fear of hurting my parents."

 

"Why were you so concerned about your parent, Boss?  Like you just said, they all but smothered your own desires while you were trying to please them," candidly observed Carmen Cochise.

 

"I can tell you aren't into politics or the corporate world, Carmen or you would know instantly who my parents are.  Everything in those worlds is image based.  The stockholders and/or voters place their confidence more in who they think you are or who they want you to be, than you and/or what you really are.  It is more important for a stock to perform or a political act to conform to expectation than reality.  To say it in yet another way, how something looks or is perceived has more weight than how it really functions.  Most players in the corporate and political arenas in the United States of America have become swept up in this melee.  They have been pitching their shams for so long that they have come to believe that they are real.  These systems are all show and as little substance as possible.  They have masked themselves from reality for most of their adult lives.  My parents want to be surrounded by that way of life.  They are both very prominent figures with public personas built on that context.  My desires and life style didn't exactly fit into the image that they have so carefully and consistently crafted for themselves."

 

“That is a pretty bleak commentary, Boss,” stated Cochise in his Carmen Electra Mask.

 

“I wish that I was wrong about those feelings, but I think that they are dead on, Carmen,” proclaimed Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.

 

“I find myself agreeing with you when I think of all the scandals in accounting offices and corporate greed.  How did you break out of all that, Mrs. R.?”

 

“You are forgetting that while parents mask socially and politically, that I do it physically.  I think that the way my parents lead their lives is what made masking make so much sense for me.”

 

“But you aren't that far out of focus."

 

"Not to you, maybe.”

 

“But most people don’t even know that you mask as much as you do,” suggested Carmen Cochise.  “I didn’t even realize how much you were into it until this discussion.”

 

“But my parents want to be what they think of as normal, white and accepted in white society in the worst way," proclaimed Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.

 

"I hear that.  My parents wanted that for me too.  How did this manifest itself in your family?"

 

"It came up in subtle ways that often combined themselves in an all-together oppressive manner.  For example, one Saturday my Father had one of his so-called barbecues at the house for many of his friends, political contacts and what he referred to as his associates.  The associates were a group of people that he really didn't know, but were also people who contributed to his causes if they thought they knew him.  To promote his idea of the All-American suburban Yuppie family image, he insisted that I attend most his social functions.  He said that I was a good conversationalist and people usually enjoyed talking with me.”

 

“”Was that true?” probed Carmen Cochise.

 

“Not to my way of thinking.  By the time of this event, I was eighteen and I wanted to exert my own style by dressing in what he called my sexy clothes.  I guess you can say that I sort of ignored the conservative wardrobe he had suggested and wore what I thought was sexy but not revealing.  To be honest, it was a warm day and some of the other women were showing a lot of skin.  My Father didn't seem to notice any of that, but he stared at me and gave me the evil eye during the entire function.  That evening he asked me to come into his den to talk.  The talking part wasn't all that unusual because we always had our talks in his den, and for the most part, they were pleasant and a time of bonding for me with my Dad.  We talked about the events of the day and he asked me about some of the conversations I had with his associates.”

 

“So far so good,” commented Carmen Cochise.

 

“Then came the question that was my Dad's real purpose for our talk.  He started out by talking about this political fund-raiser he had attended with Mom.  He described how this big cake had been wheeled into the room and with a lot of fanfare that a voluptuous female masked as the mascot of the party exploded out of the cake.  He wanted to know if I was that girl.  I had never lied to my Dad during one of our talks.  I hadn't always told him everything about myself, but when he asked me a direct question I was always honest with him.  Even at that young age I had learned that if you always tell the truth, you never have to worry about contradicting yourself or being caught up in a lie.  Even so in this context, my instincts told me to lie, but my relationship with my Dad told me to be honest.  So I answered him with a simple, `yes'."

 

"How did he react to that?" asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"He just sat there and continue to stare at me.  It wasn't the ugly stare he had given me earlier in the day.  It was more one of amazement.  I then related the part of the story with my Tia Lilly that I have already told you.  I decided against telling him the part that I will tell you when we get back into the car.  I think my father started to identify with my feelings because he stood up and walked over to where I was standing and gave me a deep and long bear hug.  He discussed with me how his and my mother's social and business positions could be compromised by my behavior.  He suggested that white folks were always finding ways to put him down or into what they considered to be his place because of his Native American ancestry.  These same people always patronized him and he had used that patronage to get around on them, but he felt that my life style would completely destroy his carefully crafted image. I told him that while I didn't like all the bowing and scraping he did, I completely understood how the family behaviors affected his and my mother's social status.”

 

“Minority status seems to bring out that bowing and scraping type of behavior in some people,” stated Carmen Cochise.  “I don’t know what makes me angrier; the bowing and scraping or the people that demand that type of performance.

 

“Both of those behaviors anger me, but then my Dad then surprised me by telling me how my routine after exiting the cake had really turned him on.  He was glad, however that he had no idea who I was, but then he thought that he had recognized my moves this afternoon.  He then went further and flabbergasted me by saying that he wanted to get a copy of the costume for my mother to wear in the privacy of their bedroom.  I told him that since his birthday would be coming in a couple of weeks that I would see to it that my mother, without her knowledge would give him that costume along with a promise to wear it for him.  My Dad got a great laugh out of that.  With that, he told me that since my masking life provided for perfect disguises, he had no problem with me doing my exotic activities as long as I wore my masks and kept my relationship to him and Mom totally secret."

 

"How did you manage to keep your family life and masking life separate, Mrs. R.?  That has always been a problem for me," admitted Carmen Cochise.

 

"I moved into a condo, which my family owned, and my Dad furnish me with a large sum of money every month from my trust.  I know this makes my Father sound wealthy, but then, he is.  In addition, I have been careful with my funds and I also have invested for years and have built up the capital reserve that we are going to leverage into a commercial empire.  This arrangement has worked out very well because it allowed me the freedom to socialize and travel anywhere I wanted to go.  It has also allowed me to conduct my business.  The only requirement is that like now, I wear one of my masks when I am in any situation that might compromise my family's position.  To be totally honest, at first it was kind of difficult to get used to masking when I knew that my parents were aware of it but, I liked the fact that I no longer had to hide my life style from my parents."

 

"Do you have any knowledge of what happened with your Mother and your Father's birthday present?" asked Cochise through his Carmen Electra disguise.

 

"Well I don't have any specifics if that is what you mean.  My parents have never discussed their private life with me, but I do have a baby brother that was born almost on my Father's birthday the following year.  Somehow I think that the present of my political cake outfit really help accelerated the quality of my parent's sex life."

 

"Since you only mask occasionally in the office, when do you mask?  I assume that is quite often, because you are so natural at it," stated Carmen Cochise.

 

"I love to take walks in the rain while masked.  I generally wear a long hooded coat so only the face part of my mask shows and I normally wear oversize sunglasses as well so there was no chance of my being recognized.  There is nothing like feeling the storm wind buffeting against your face, but not feeling it's biting cold because of the mask.  It is one of the most romantic sensations I have ever experienced."

 

"I can identify with that too," confirmed Carmen Cochise.  "Believe it or not, this has been one of the wettest years on record in Las Vegas.  It is supposed to start storming the second day we are there.  Maybe we could walk down Casino Strip in the rain."

 

"I would like that a lot, Cochise.  With all of the flashing casino lights I will bet that it will be quite beautiful and a whole lot less crowded than usual.  I have been to the desert in the rain and the contrasts in the geography under those conditions are nothing short of spectacular.  Besides, we are definitely dressed for a walk like that," acknowledged Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.

 

“So you mask in public as often as you can?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"That is why the quality of the masks I wear are almost always as good as the one I am wearing with you.  There is no way you can beat the skin protection and comfort offered by good latex and leather masks.  You just never know when you will need the mask and how you look in it will determine your options.  As testimony to what I mean, here we sit in this diner and while I am sure that we have been noticed, no one seems to notice that both of us are wearing masks or that you are cross-dressed.  That in itself is testimony to the quality of our suits and masks.  It is like that for me most of the time.  I am so good at masking that no one ever notices that I am wearing a mask.  To those who see me, I am just another person without an identity that they can peg.  But all that just sounds more like the ravings of a masked workaholic to me,” said Euladia/Lorena while eating her sandwich and drinking her soda.

 

“That’s so cool,” commented Carmen Cochise.  None of this sounds like ravings to me.  In fact it is fantastic to hear you validate so many of my own masking ideas and projections.”

 

“I am glad that you feel that way, Carmen.  Over time, I have become so used to being masked when I am not at work, I actually feel uncomfortable without one.  I especially enjoy a tight fitting mask that is laced, glued, buckled and has locking mechanisms built into it so it can't be removed without keys for the locking mechanisms or special solvents to melt the glue.  Of course, like right now, I never tell anyone where the keys to the locking mechanisms or the special solvents are.  I don't want you or any other person to be able to unlock or unglue my mask and suit without my permission.  I realized long ago that the first reaction of most people when you tell them that you are masking is, ‘take off the mask so I can see your real face.'  They don't realize that for me, when I am masking that this is the ‘real face’ that I want them to see.  Of course in most casual contexts I don't ever have to deal with that question because I don't even admit to the fact that I am masking."

 

"Are there other facets to masking that you enjoy, Mrs. R?"

 

"I am beginning to enjoy the art of double masking.  I love the feel of a heavy leather mask with a high heavy leather collar and locks stretched over my latex covered face.  The latex traps my body moisture and allows the leather to look supple and fresh.  The mixture of the warm leather odor with that of wet latex is incredible to me.  Until this body regulating system of the Rubber Girl Suit and mask, all of my masks and outfits worked really well in the wintertime when I could totally enjoy being completely enclosed.  This temperature regulating mask and body suit that you have us wearing not only makes total masking comfortable, but also makes all year round and long term masking a plausible reality.  My, but you are a great audience, Carmen.  You are so patient with me and my ramblings."

 

"It is all so interesting, boss.  I keep telling you that as a storyteller, you are a spellbinder.  You are also talking about my favorite happenings.  I just can't get enough masked fiction off of the Internet, let alone get a first hand account of a masking life style from a genuine female point of view."

 

"I don't know when I have rambled on in a monologue for so long, but it really feels good to pour all this out anyway.  It must sound like a series of ravings from a demented workaholic," declared Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero.

 

"Nothing could be further from the truth, Mrs. R.  Except for that bum, Jaime, I guess that masking has really limited your social life?" probed Carmen Cochise as “she” spurred Euladia/Lorena to keep talking.

 

"Why would you assume that?" asked Euladia/Lorena.

 

"Well maybe it is different for a woman that is masked as a wet dream Barbie, but for a cross-dressing male like me, there are some definite limitations.  Remember that I am straight arrow and heterosexual in all other ways.  Therefore, the men who are attracted to me because of my masking and cross-dressing fetishes are not attractive to me.  On the other hand, most women are put off and/or disgusted by what they consider my deviant behavior."

 

“Some of our customers have asked me about my romantic life too, Carmen.”

 

“What do you tell them?”

 

“Whatever I think they want to hear.  You see, I don’t really care about what they think.  The items we are selling is what is for sale, not my personal life.  However in the context of this conversation, like you I am a heterosexual, so that restricts some of my options as well.  I have had offers to mask and play with women, but other than playing as a masked woman with a male masked as a woman, I haven't tried that.  I guess you can say that I am especially attracted to men who like to mask and who adore masked women.  When I meet someone who tells me that he really likes the way I look in my mask, I am invariably attracted to him.  Everything continues along smoothly until he asks me to take my mask and body suit off.  I can't figure out what is happening there."

 

"Maybe they are attracted to the mystery of masking, Mrs. R, but are threatened by the unknown realities of masking at the same time," suggested Carmen Cochise.

 

"You maybe onto something, Carmen, because men who are attracted to me because I am in a mask will do almost anything to get me to take my mask and suit off so they can see `what I really look like'.  When I refuse, to remove my mask and body suit, the relationship generally ends with them reciting lines about deceit and dishonesty.  They can't get behind my reasoning at all.  I want them to like me for me, not the shape of my face and birthday suit.  The mask and suit allows me the freedom to set up that test.  They seem to have a hard time comprehending that as well.  The man who says that he loves me for who I am inside of my mask and suit is the man I am interested in establishing a relationship with, especially if my mask and suit are sexually exciting to him.  If I haven't already made this totally clear, wearing a mask and total body suit is a big turn-on for me and the guy who is also turned on by it and wants to do it as well is my kind of person."

 

"You are coming through loud and clear Mrs. R. and I couldn't agree with you more," declared Carmen Cochise.  "Are you ready to get back on the road and my second installment on you adventure with your Tia Lilly?"

 

"I think we are all done here.  At the moment, I am glad our oversize coats are covering our extreme, wet dream figures.  Without them, the increase in the truck driver mentality of this coffee shop since we ordered our meal could get us into a whole lot of trouble."

 

"Now that you have mentioned that, boss, the guy on the corner stool of the counter service is trying to seduce me with his eyes.  It is taking a real effort not to respond with a teasing, come hither look.  It is like some one got on the CB and told every trucker on the interstate to stop in this coffee shop."

 

"That is probably exactly what happened and all of a sudden I have a very uncomfortable sinking feeling.  The guys in the booth kitty corner to us have a real hungry look as well, and I think that we are on the menu."

 

"Damn, this is an uncomfortable feeling," whispered the sexually exotic Carmen Cochise.  "I haven't felt this way since the time I accidentally walked in to an all Oakie White bar in Arizona."

 

"You get the check with the company credit card, Carmen, and I will get the tip.  I'm going to make one more stop in the restroom and then I will meet you out at the car."

 

"You got it, Jefa," confirmed Carmen Cochise from behind “her” feminine disguise.  Their quick and well-executed exit preempted any trucker inspired problems.  Getting back on the road that was now pitch black in the pre-storm winter night took a little maneuvering; to throw any would be pursuers off their track.  But, Carmen Cochise took it all in stride as “she” waited for Euladia/Lorena to get back to her tale about her first masking adventure with her Tia Lilly.

 

Euladia/Lorena felt safe with Carmen Cochise at the wheel of the big and powerful Ford Excursion.  Without any further prompting, they weren't on the highway longer than thirty seconds when Euladia/Lorena re-started the telling of her first masking adventure with her Tia Lilly.  "If it is all the same to you, Carmen, I don't want to stop again until we get to the MGM Grand Hotel, just in case some of those truckers are following the same itinerary as we are.  You might say that I am still a bit unnerved by the lean and hungry looks we provoked in that coffee shop."

 

"It seems like we have a found a down side to being two extremely attractive female, boss.  That experience has taught me that rape is never the woman's fault.  We weren't advertising or teasing.  We were just eating and minding our own business.  The looks and uncomfortable setting those guys created was really ugly.  They were like a pack of starving wolves circling for the kill.  If it hadn't been for the restaurant staff and the other female customers our butts would have been toast.  That's not right."

 

"I couldn't agree with you more, girl friend.  I don't want to dwell on it, though.  It could poison the entire trip for us.  We made all the right moves so far and have learned a valuable lesson.  My Tia told me about a like situation that happened to her at a biker bar.  We will just have to be more careful.  It is too bad things have to be that way, but I guess they will be as long as beauty is desired and limited to a few.  Not to change the subject, but I guess you have surmised by what I have already told you that my Tio Estefan wasn't a model husband.

 

“What’s up with that?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“It is true that my Tio Estefan always provided a pretty comfortable life style for my Tia Lilly, but at the same time he also treated her like a piece of respectable furniture.  She was kept in the parlor and trotted out when important company came over, but he had a variety of other chairs that he preferred for everyday usage.  At first Lilly attributed this to the differences in their ages and to the scaring (now removed) that she had sustained in her motorcycle accident.  But then, the women Estefan began playing with were even younger than Lilly and he provided them with apartments, cars, jewelry and the occasional mink coat.  However, most of his activities were discrete and short term until Flossey came on the scene.  That big blonde gold digger set her hooks deep into my Tio.  The irony is that all of Estefan's infidelity actually seemed to endear Estefan to Lilly.  This irony increased as the intensity of Estefan's infidelity increased.”

 

“How did that happen?” probed Carmen Cochise.

 

“Maybe it was the territorial challenge of keeping him all to herself or stopping the flow of capital and goods to other women that attracted her to Estefan, but she became totally focused upon him.  However, I think it was the sight of Flossey in the gorgeous full-cut, full-length, hooded, natural, golden ranch mink that turned her desire into anger.  I mean that coat even had roll back cuffs.  To this day, it is the most luxurious mink I have ever seen.  Then, when she saw how I promoted that bracelet for her, the creative wheels of her multidimensional mind began to spin.  Even in my mask and total body suit, I could feel the energy coming off of my Tia.  She said that she knew Flossey's schedule and wanted to set a trap for her where she would somehow lose her gorgeous mink coat.  My Tia's rationale here was that if Flossey lost her mink coat, she would have a befriending entry for one of her alternate masked personas to `assist' Flossey in covering for the loss until she could replace the coat."

 

"By alternate personas I assume you mean that your Tia was going to mask as someone else to make this happen?" questioned Carmen Cochise.

 

"You are right on target, Carmen.  My Tia's plan was to have Flossey lose the coat when she was at a happy hour while my Tia was with my Tio."

 

"That would require her to be in two places at the same time," observed Carmen Cochise.

 

"Right again.  That is where I was to enter the plan.  I would serve as my Tia at dinner with my Tio.  This occupied him while making sure that my Tia had an alibi and wasn't connected with the trap or the loss of the coat.  All I had to do was entertain my Tio by impersonating Lilly.

 

"Besides the opportunity to mask, what was in all this for you, Boss?" asked Carmen Cochise as “she” checked the rearview mirror for any possible pursuing truckers.

 

"She promised me the second diamond bracelet if I helped her pull off her plan."

 

"So what was the rest of her plan?" asked the female masked Carmen Cochise in total anticipation as "she" drove straight through the star-less night towards Las Vegas and ahead of the oncoming storm.

 

"The plan continued to hatch in my Tia's fertile imagination that Saturday night during our double date," answered Euladia/Lorena as she also glanced into the side rearview mirror to see if their vehicle was being paced and pursued. The absence of headlights in the pitch black of the stormy night was comforting in a strange and eerie way.

 

"What double date?" probed Carmen Cochise.

 

"The one that came out of the meeting with the two handsome engineers in that bar in the mall?" responded Euladia/Lorena.

 

"Are you going to tell me about that too?" asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"There is not all that much to tell, Carmen.  We met these two men in the mall bar.  They were instantly in love with Lorena and Laura. (My Tia had decided to call herself Laura for this outing.)  The two guys offered to take us to dinner

and a night of drinks and dancing.  I am sure they intended to go further than that, but in my innocence I didn't know that desire was something to have a fear about.  Fortunately my Tia was covering that end for me.  The whole idea was a dream come true for me.  Here I was only sixteen, with the ID of a twenty-six year old and the face and body to back it up.  For all intensive purposes, I was an instant adult.  I was a woman.  My Tia was mad enough with my Tio to back my play and go out with the engineers as well.  It was my first real adventure in the adult world.  Lilly as Laura, coached me every step of the way.  Each new step increased my confidence.”

 

“The build up sounds so good, so what happened after that?” questioned Carmen Cochise.

 

“The evening was perfect and the men proved out to be perfect gentlemen.  Anyway, as the evening wore on, Lilly's plan for Estefan and Flossey began to flesh itself out.  The first night I was to be at dinner with my Tio as my Tia, Lilly would rip off Flossey's beautiful mink coat.  My Tia would be in her disguise of a nondescript middle aged, brunette professional woman that was carrying a brief case in one hand and a reversible trench coat over her other arm.  She would make her move when Flossey got up to dance and left the mink on her barstool.  My Tia Lilly would walk up to the stool and throw what seemed to be her oversize tan trench coat over Flossey's mink while appearing to trip against the stool.  In the wink of an eye, both coats would have fallen on the floor and the mink was to disappear inside of the tan trench coat.  If all went as she had planned, a couple of customers would help Lilly regain her balance and right herself.  She would then bend over and quickly, pick up her trench coat with the mink hidden inside of it and move off towards the restroom to straighten herself up after her alleged mishap."

 

"Did that all work out as she planned?" inquired Carmen Cochise with continued interest in Euladia's story.

 

"According to my Tia it went off without a hitch.  Then, once she was in the restroom she pulled another mask and wig out her brief case and changed her look.  Next she reversed the trench coat so that it now appeared to be a black coat.  She turned the mink inside out to make it look like the lining of her trench coat.  Then she put the mink on inside out and layered the long black trench coat over it.  Once she had the trench coat all belted and buttoned, Lilly appeared to be an over weight middle-aged blonde in a fur lined trench coat.  In this outfit she appeared to be ready to leave the club.  And without the slightest hesitation, that is exactly what she did.  Lilly even had the nerve to bump into Flossey as she was coming off the dance floor.  My Tia walked out to the panel side delivery van she had rented for the evening, changed back into the professional brunette, hid the mink coat in a locked box in the van, reversed her coat back to tan and went back into the club to watch the show.”

 

“Your Tia had a lot of nerve to do that.  I don’t think that I would have had the balls for that move,” declared Carmen Cochise.

 

“You are married to my Tio Estefan either, Carmen,” commented Euladia/Lorena.

 

“You have that right on,” said Carmen Cochise with a thankful and understanding feminine voice.

 

“When my Tia masked persona reentered the club,  Flossey was beside herself looking for the mink.  My Tia went right up to her and witnessed that she had seen the mink on the barstool before she had gone into the restroom.  She even offered to help Flossey look for it when Flossey confessed to my Tia as the professional brunette that she couldn't call the police, because the coat had come to her from her boy friend and that it might be hot.  Flossey also told my Aunt that she just had to find the coat before she went away that weekend with her boyfriend.  My Tia re-offered to help Flossey look for the coat along with the customers that had helped Lilly get up when she tripped on the stool.  When it became apparent that the coat hadn't been misplaced and was gone, my Tia asked Flossey if she had a picture of herself in the coat.  Flossey showed Lilly a picture standing next to my Tio in the coat.  Lilly then said that she had a friend in the fashion industry that could find a faux mink just like the one that Flossey had lost.  Flossey told my Tia that it was a real mink, but my Tia said that she was a buyer for Macy's and that Monterey Furs made a faux fur that looked so good that people thought it was real.” 

 

“I have seen some of those faux furs, Lorena, and that is really true,” declared Carmen Cochise.

 

“Flossey reiterated that it was real, but Lilly said that in her expert opinion the coat that Flossey had left on her stool didn't look and feel real to her.  Flossey then admitted that her boyfriend had probably pulled a switch on her, the cheap bastard, but she still needed a replica of the coat.  My Tia said that the fortunate reality of the faux furs was that they were easy to replicate.  She then promised to meet Flossey the following day with a replacement coat.  All Flossey needed to do was come up with about three hundred in cash.  Flossey said that she wouldn't have three hundred dollars until the following Tuesday after she got back from her trip with my Tio.  Lilly said that she would try to work something out.  Flossey was really grateful to her new friend and asked her to meet her at Flossey's apartment the next day."

 

"Did Lilly find a substitute faux fur coat and go to that meeting?" inquired Carmen Cochise.

 

"She really did have a furrier friend that located a substitute faux fur that looked like an exact copy of the real mink from about three feet off.  It was a lot heavier and I didn't hang the same way.  To a connoisseur of mink coats it didn't feel the same way either.  In addition, faux furs don’t flow and move like the real ones and they are not as warm, but it did make Flossey feel secure and safe from Estefan's wrath.  Flossey was also angry because she now believed that Estefan had given her a faux fur.  She suggested that he had probably given the real fur to his wife.  Lilly acted surprised and said that she couldn't believe that a married man was exploiting Flossey like that.”

 

“Did Flossey have a come back for that?”

 

“According to Lilly, Flossey said that she wished there was a way to get him back for the phony fur bit, especially after he had bought his wife a pair of diamond tennis bracelets.  My Tia asked Flossey if she had a picture of her boyfriend's wife?  Flossey showed her a picture of Lilly that Flossey had taken off of Estefan's desk and was now using as a target for her dart set.  Lilly said that she really had to work at laughing with Flossey about that, but she was able to do so when she recalled what she had in mind.  Lilly told Flossey that if she wanted to really get back at Estefan and have access to his wife's things, she would have to figure out how she could disguise herself as Estefan's wife and sneak into to Estefan's house.”

 

“This sounds like the old double switch bit,” declared Carmen Cochise while checking once again for any pursuing truckers.

 

“That would have worked too, but my Tia Lilly wanted a sweeter revenge than that.  So when Flossey immediately jumped onto the idea, my Tia encouraged her even though she didn’t have a single notion or clue as to how Flossey could pull it off.  Lilly then asked her if she would be willing to make a casting of her face so Lilly could have another of her friends make Flossey a mask where she could pretend she was Estefan's wife.  At first Flossey didn't think that she would have the nerve or know how to mask as Lilly and go out with Estefan as his wife, but then she immediately saw all kinds of pluses for herself in the proposition.  She and Estefan wouldn't have to be afraid of running into someone that would fink on them because they would think he was out with his wife.  Then Flossey said that she already owed Margo (that was the name Lilly was going by at the moment in her middle age professional woman disguise) three hundred dollars.  Lilly as Margo told Flossey that she was sure that Flossey was good for whatever the cost of the mask would be in addition to the cost of the coat.  My Aunt also gave her some very addictive drugs to help Flossey calm her nerves.  In fact while Lilly thought it would be a fun joke to glue Flossey into a mask that would turn Flossey into an obvious rubber Lilly, what my Tia Lilly really wanted was to make herself a totally realistic mask from the casting of Flossey's face.  In turn, she could use this mask to become Flossey and screw up Flossey with Estefan big time."

 

"Was she able to pull off that part of her plan as well?" asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"Yes, but it didn't go off as she originally planned.  Instead, she wound up pregnant with her twins," stated Euladia Romero from behind her Lorena Bracco mask.

 

"How did that happen?" inquired Carmen Cochise as their vehicle continued to speed towards its goal.

 

"The usual way, but her masking was an integral part of it.  According to Lilly, just because Estefan was a lousy husband didn't mean that he was a lousy fuck in the sack.  She raved about how good he was and why he had so many women wanting his talents.  She said that while he was the normal seven inches in length, he was elephant grade in the width department.  My Tia Lilly claims that size really matters and she also claims that when Estefan rammed himself into you, he prepared you to deliver a child."

 

"That sounds really painful," sympathized Carmen Cochise.

 

"I wouldn't know about that, Carmen.  I have never found a man that could meet my need in that way.   That was one of the major complaints that I had with my ex-husband.  I never got the feeling that he was giving himself entirely to me.  I used to wonder if he was sharing me with someone else. Then while masked as Lorena, I followed him and found out that he had a whole string of women that he was servicing.  He was like the dog that couldn’t pass a pole without pissing on it.  Every skirt that fluttered in his vicinity was a natural and desirable target.”

 

“Are you going to tell me about that too?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“If we get around to it before we get to Las Vegas, but my ex-husband’s story is not that important at the moment.  What I learned from my Tia was.  My Tia said that twenty to thirty reaming strokes from Estefan put her into lunar orbit, no matter what mood she started out in.  It was that fact that told me that my ex-husband wasn’t staying on the straight and narrow.  I’m still looking for the man that can do that for me.  That was part of Estefan’s charm and why Lilly wanted to hang on to him even though he cheated on her in every way possible.  However, the down side of his current activities with my Tia was that Estefan seemed to be even more intense and swollen when he thought he was fucking Flossey than when he was doing it to Lilly.  She swore that he did things to her as Flossey that he never even attempted with her.  When she went to ride him into the ground, she almost felt like he impaled her.  And, when she wore Flossey’s tall boots gloves and that full-cut, long, full-length, natural ranch mink, he was an unrestrained animal that had incredible stamina and prowess.  Lilly said that the times that Estefan did her as the fur-clad Flossey were the best sex she ever had in her entire life.  They have become the standard by which she and I have measured all of our sexual activities.  Estefan not only seduced her while she was trying to seduce him, she also became completely and absolutely addicted to his pile driving style."

 

"Wow, I wish there was a woman somewhere in the universe that felt that way about me, boss," declared Carmen Cochise in “her” absolutely perfect and stunning female executive assistant disguise.  “She could keep me on the straight and narrow forever and ever.”

 

"Well anything is possible, Carmen.  I was playing hostess at a company function the second and third time Lilly, in her Margo persona, worked her plan out with Flossey.  I was having a ball being my Tia and absolutely no one was the wiser.  Not even my parents were onto what was happening.  My mother confided in me when I was impersonating Lilly that she thought that my Dad's association with Estefan was actually helping their marriage.  It seems that Estefan was giving my Dad some pointers and my mother was having the time of her life.  Come to think of it, she probably credited Estefan instead of my father with the arrival of the political mascot mask and suit that my mother is so fond of.  Even though it was three years later, I'll bet she made that connection almost intuitively.  It would be fun to find out.  Maybe my version of `Lilly' and my mother are going to do a heart-to-heart lunch when we get back from this trip. Anyway, about three weeks later, Lilly showed me the tapes she made of her as Flossey doing Estefan.  I have to admit that I have never had that intense a sexual moment.  Some of those tapes qualify for the designation of hard-core pornography."

 

"Your Tia Lilly made tapes?"

 

"Of course.  That was the evidence she threatened Estefan with to get her huge divorce settlement.  Because Lilly also had tapes of Flossey trying to disguise herself as Lilly in addition to Flossey breaking into Lilly's home and taking a few items, Lilly cleaned him out.  She owned Estefan, financially.  He had to ask her for permission to go to the bathroom.  Since Flossey married Estefan after Lilly divorced him, my Tia arranged for Flossey to travel for the company while she disguised herself as Flossey when she is in the mood for a good fuck.  My mother and I watched her kids on those weekends and ran interference for Lilly.  One time she had me show up as Lilly to embarrass Estefan when he was out with Flossey, not knowing that he was really with his former wife, Lilly.  That night she told me that he made her feel so alive and like the lyrics of the song ‘A Natural Woman’ by Carole King.  I guess in her own way, Lilly still really loved the guy or maybe she just loved what he could do for her in bed.   I have to admit, that was a real fun evening.  We almost wound up doing a threesome, but to keep his cool, Estefan got so drunk, he passed out.  I think that was my Tia's original intent, and after that evening my Tio began to change."

 

"What do you mean by change?" asked Carmen Cochise.

 

"I am not sure.  Less manly is about as close as I came to it.  Maybe I don't have a clear picture of what I was sensing or maybe I didn't want to think about it.  I guess I still don’t want to touch that one with a fifty-foot pole."

 

"That all really sounds ominous and mysterious, Boss.  I feel a definite pain and shyness between my legs when I hear stuff like that.”

 

“Why is that, Miss Electra?” asked “Miss Bracco”.

 

“It feels threatening and emasculating, Boss.”

 

“I don’t know where that is coming from, Miss Electra, unless you are reading into my statement something that I just don’t want to even think about.”

 

“That is probably true, but let’s just say for now that it is almost as spooky as this road is empty.  I almost wish there were some of those sex hungry truckers chasing us."

 

"Be careful what you wish for, Carmen, but I know what you mean.  Maybe as we talk, what I am trying to say will come into greater focus," offered Euladia/Lorena Bracco/Romero as she peered out of her window into the lonely silence and deep black darkness of the deserted desert highway.

 

"What happened to that gorgeous natural ranch mink coat?" inquired Cochise with one more glance into the empty void reflected in the large nonglare, interior, and rearview mirror.

 

"Lilly's original intent was to have the ranch mink fur coat cleaned, dyed and altered to fit her and then have it delivered to the house as a gift for her with a card of loving appreciation in the box from some unknown stalker.

 

"Wouldn't your Tio have recognize the coat as the one that Flossey lost?"

 

"Not really, because she had planned to dye it mahogany.  Besides, remember Flossey didn't tell Estefan that it was lost in the first place.  My Tia as Flossey had also worn the coat with him on the trip.  As part of her planning, my Tia also reasoned that if he did think it was Flossey's coat, he just couldn't blurt out that the coat that was delivered to My Tia really belonged to his mistress.  However, since she was having such a great time as Flossey in the coat, she didn't alter it in any way and the garment just became part of what she called, her Flossey costume."

 

"I just have to ask, boss, please don't hate me for it, but did you ever fuck Estefan?"

 

"You are just going to have to live with that as an unanswered question, Carmen."

 

"Come on, boss.  You have told me all that other stuff."

 

"A girl has to keep a few secrets to herself, Carmen.  That is part of the mystery," teased Euladia/Lorena.  She continued her narrative by saying, "To add to Estefan's financial woes, Lilly as Margo allegedly gave Flossey's debt to a loan shark that insisted on taking the interest off of Flossey's debt in trade.  This stressed Flossey out so much, she asked my Tia as Margo to get her some more of those tranquilizers.  The sharks also made Flossey hook some of Estefan former flames into the trade.  They also became addicted to the tranquilizers that Margo had given to Flossey.  It seems that Margo was not only a BSDM Madame, but also a drug connection.  She used Flossey's cover to run the stable.  Flossey was so tired from all the erotic sex she had to put out to cover her habit and debt; she took to using even stronger stimulants.  This in turn increased her debt to the sharks.  The only real sex Estefan was doing with Flossey was when Lilly was substituting for her.  Lilly used the income from Flossey's string of addicted masking whores and bondage slaves to buy me my Lucky Fur for helping her get her revenge.”

 

“So that is the story behind your lucky fur?” commented Carmen Cochise.

 

“As you can tell, I just love wearing it, Carmen.  Not only is it fun to wear, I love its historic pedigree.  Besides, it is almost an exact replica of the fur that my Tia boosted from Flossey to put this whole plan in place.  However, all things must come to an end.  A few years later, Flossey deserted Estefan and was found in New York in the morgue.  She had over dosed on some bad drugs.  I think the other harlots in the string were sold or turned lose by my Tia while she was impersonating Flossey.  My Tio Estefan sold out to my Dad and dropped out of sight.  I think in the process, my Tia Lilly became the manager of my Dad's blind trust while he is in political office.  If you ask me, I think my Tio Estefan has been forced to be my Tia's maid and baby sitter for his own children, but I am not sure about that.  Her maid and nanny looks like a mask of Gilda Radner that I used to own."

 

"Are you saying that Estefan is masked as Gilda Radner and is your Tia's baby sitter and sex slave?" asked Carmen Cochise in disbelief.

 

"I already told you, Carmen, in the world of masking almost anything is possible.  Look at us," teased Euladia Romero through her Native American wet-dream Barbie costume.  "Maybe he is and maybe he isn't.  All I know for sure is that my Tia is happy and her children are being well cared for."

 

"So are there any masking adventures between that experience as your Tia Lilly's twin and the present?" asked the marvelously masked Carmen Cochise.

 

"Do chicken have beaks and ducks have bills, Carmen?  Of course there are several more adventures including how I took masked care of my philandering husband, but I don't want to bore you with any more of my masked ravings.  I am sure that by now, you probably think that you work for a masking mad woman," suggested Euladia/Lorena.

 

"Quite to the contrary, Jefa.  You can believe what you want, but boss if the rest of your masking stories are just half as good as the one you just told me, you have the basis for a masking sitcom that won't quit.  Just for fun, is that story I read about the masking wife who created a mistress schedule that her husband couldn’t keep up with have any relationship to what you did with your ex-husband?”  I believe that the story was called Pace Masking”.

 

“They say that you should always write from what you know, Carmen.  I am sure that there are some elements of me mixed with some truth in the story,” admitted Euladia Romero from behind her marvelous well-tanned “Diane Bracco” disguise.

 

“I enjoy reading your stuff, but I love to listen to your ravings as you call them even more.  They are a totally erotic turn on for me," admitted Carmen Cochise.

 

"I can identify with your enthusiasm, Carmen.  Ever since my first adventure with My Tia and the resulting activities with my ex-husband and Tio, I have acquired lots of masks of my own and I really enjoy going out in public wearing one of my masks. I also have to admit that I was a little nervous when I first started masking in public on a regular basis, but when I saw the reaction of other people to my masking; I became totally turned onto the whole process.  I even created a workshop in my own home where I can design and construct my own masks.  This is the same workshop where I create the original fashion designs for my stores.  I especially like to wear gas masks when I am working at home because, unlike a tight fitting leather or latex mask, I always am aware that I have a mask on my face.  Even after doing it for twelve years, wearing a gas mask by itself or layered over a latex mask, gives me a constant sexual and emotional rush.”

 

“Have you ever discussed this reality with other maskers?” asked Carmen Cochise.

 

“Not as much as I would like.  Maskers are a secretive lot.  That maybe why they are into masking in the first place, but when I have been able to talk this over this topic with other maskers in the Internet chatrooms and Yahoo Masking Groups, many of them think that the rush has something to do with the reality that I can't touch my face and I can actually see the inside of the mask and the glass in front of my eyes.  When I am double masking there also seems to be something about the separation of my face from the front of the gas mask that is an absolute turn on.”

 

“What other masking has inspired your alter ego development, Boss?” probed Carmen Cochise.

 

“That is a good question, Carmen.  You are better than my therapist.”

 

“Thanks for the compliment, Boss, but it is your openness to discuss this stuff that has me so intrigued.  I mean doing this bit with you has almost made me feel normal,” confessed Carmen Cochise.

 

“You are the one that is creating the open arena, Carmen.  So, let’s see.  In addition to my realistic latex masks and gas masks, I have many other exotic masks.  I have masks in a variety of colors and all of them are full cover heads.   I enjoy the enclosed feel that each of them provides while addressing my many moods, needs and desires.  I also have lots of sexy, exotic, wild, as well as practical outfits to wear with my masks.  I believe that the total effect of the mask and costume is almost as important as the quality of the mask itself.  I still get a charge out of the way my masks and costumes force others to accept me for the "inner me" and for what I truly am, instead of being focused on my bone structure and skin deep facial beauty.”

 

“Would you mind telling me where your continued passion for masking springs from, Boss,” said Carmen Cochise.  “That is a topic that is a wonder for me.  I still don’t know why I love masking as a sexy female.”

 

“To be total honest Carmen, the passion that I feel for life when I mask springs from some unknown place inside me.  The fascinating part of masking is that others around me also seem to feel this powerful surge of potently positive energy.  This is another reason why I am masking during these negotiations.  The initial energy surge always gives a definite and winning edge to me.  It allows me to see beyond appearances and to ferret out the real meaning of a given situation.  In some very obvious ways, it has turned my work into play and that play is bringing me joy and happiness into my life."

 

"Damn, you have me all fired up, boss.  Your description of masking makes me wonder why more people don’t do it,” commented Carmen Cochise.

 

“That is why we are providing that opportunity with our stores, Carmen.  People already mask intrinsically in their daily lives.  We just have to teach them the power of doing it extrinsically.”

 

“Got your intent, Boss.   I think those are the lights of the Las Vegas Strip looming up on the horizon.  I sure hope the rest of the trip is as interesting as the ride here has been."

 

"Thanks for the support, Carmen.  With you by my side and in my corner, all should go very well indeed.  Let’s make sure that the properties have an environment suitable to our rubber doll mannequin service."

 

“That program should go over huge in Reno and Las Vegas.  They don’t call these cities ‘Sin City’ without good reason,” declared Carmen Cochise.

 

The Las Vegas part of the trip saw Euladia Lorena and Carmen Cochise intertwine intensive research and negotiation sessions with nightly strolls down Las Vegas Boulevard in the rain.  They stayed at the MGM Grand because of the Gambling with the Stars Program.  Neither of the two professional looking knockouts liked to gamble, but they enjoyed watching others do it and being seen while doing they’re watching.  They also enjoyed being one of the centers of attention when they danced in the relative safety of the Casino's Studio Fifty-Four Club.  Carmen Cochise enjoyed the reality that they didn't make women pay a cover to enter the club. 

 

Euladia Romero strolled along the MGM’s Studio Walk in her own persona to see the masking and costume shops in the Hotel's shopping mall.  She was looking for sales formats and presentations that might work for her in her stores.  After consulting with Carmen Cochise, they decided that through the rubber doll mannequin service, they already had a better set of strategies for presenting their products.  The actual negotiations proved that only the Reno and Las Vegas stores in the chain of stores being offered for sale were of real value and fit in with the selling focus of Euladia Romero's other erotic products and masking fetish outlets.  The rest of the stores in the chain being offered for sale were more like second class Victoria Secrets and were bleeding the profitability of the Reno and Vegas operations.  The company’s warehousing and distribution systems were from the East Coast of the U.S. and transport costs were killing the profit margins.

 

Thus, based upon her own and Carmen Cochise's analysis, Euladia through her Lorena Bracco persona made an offer to the company's agents that said her boss was only interested in the Reno and Las Vegas stores.  Euladia Romero masked her own conclusions by giving as the reason for this offer as her own distribution system wasn't ready for nation wide activity.  The agents for the sellers at first said that they weren't interested in selling off the chain one or two stores at a time.  The mistake the agents made was that they assumed that Lorena Bracco and Carmen Cochise were agents for their principals and not the owners of the buying firm.

 

That evening, Carmen Cochise's research into the accounts of the corporation revealed that without a quick infusion of cash, the lenders of the corporation were going to foreclose on the over extended and under capitalized company.  The East Coast managers of the failing company had been bleeding and cannibalizing the company's infrastructure and only the newer western stores had any value at all.  Much of the stock and assets of the older stores was dated and picked over inventory.  Only the Nevada stores and warehouse had newer inventory and updated assets. 

 

In addition, only the Las Vegas and Reno stores were in growth areas with the property under the store belonging to the corporation.  The Reno operation had a small warehouse with potential for growth as well.  If the company didn't sell Euladia Romero the two stores they were about to lose the whole chain anyway.  The following day the agents for the sellers offered Euladia Lorena and Carmen Cochise a five-store deal in the western U.S., with each store at a higher unit price than they had been as a package.

 

Without revealing her reasons, Euladia Lorena continued to counter offer with even a lower, but all cash price for the only the Reno and Las Vegas Stores.  She suggested that they offer the other outlets to someone who needed a capital gain write off.  On the third day of negotiations the agents for the failing chain accepted Euladia Romero's offer for the two stores she wanted.  However, since they had made her wait and negotiate an additional two days and had negotiated with her in what Euladia considered bad faith, she countered with amended offer that knocked an additional ten percent off her original cash offer.  In addition she had them throw in the Reno warehousing facility for no additional cost.  Carmen Cochise was sure that Euladia Lorena had blown the whole deal.

 

"They are going to tell us to go jump in Lake Mead!" exclaimed Carmen Cochise.

 

"Look, Carmen, you have to learn to mask your emotions in business.  I would like to get these two stores if the price is right.  I think we could set up our distribution for our Northern California stores from Reno and solve our California transport problems.  We are in the driver's seat here and they know it. I am offering them the cash they need to keep going to unload the rest of this turkey on some East Coast eager beaver like you who doesn't want to distribute to the West Coast.  This sale will make it look like they have solved their distribution problem and mask the cannibalism that is taking place from within the company."

 

"I think that I just learned that when you mask your emotions while doing your home work, you become one sharp trader," declared Carmen Cochise.

 

Euladia Romero had rolled the dice via her masked alter ego and the agents for the sellers crapped out.  She got the stores and the warehouse facilities for her price.  An added bonus was all the stock in both stores and the warehouse.  That meant that her entire chain would be able to share in a liquidation sale the following Christmas as a loss leader to jack-up the entire sales for her growing commercial activities.

 

All in all, the trip to Las Vegas was a successful and restful for Euladia Romero.  Through the ramble down memory lane as well as the completion of her commercial expansion, she achieved most of her masked workaholic goals that she had scheduled for the trip and then some.   The ramble along the lane of her masked memory had really rejuvenated her entire psyche.   She was still looking for that sex partner that Lilly said was out there for her, but then, she hadn’t given Cochise the chance that he had hinted at.  In fact, she left Cochise in Nevada to set up the two newly acquired operations.  She also told him what she wanted done to begin the ball rolling with the Reno warehouse operations.  She also suggested that Cochise start recruiting staff for the rubber doll mannequin service.  After another night of marvelous masked play on the Las Vegas Strip, Euladia Romero changed back into her own persona and took a plane back to LA.

 

Once Euladia Romero arrived there, she called her mother and informed her as to how she was currently masked and what she had just accomplished in Las Vegas.  Her mother told Euladia to take a taxi to her house.  Her mother felt it was time for them to have a long talk about masks.  "Maybe we should invite Lilly as well dear," suggested Euladia's mother.  "I'll tell Lilly to bring her wonderfully devoted nanny over there to supervise her children as well as Estefan (the name of Euladia’s kid brother) while we talk.  I really think we three girls need an outing together."

 

"That sounds like fun, Mama.  I will be there as soon as traffic permits," responded Euladia Romero.  Maybe after their meeting she should start those stories about “Masked Lessons” that Lola had suggested.