Silent Partner
By Lilith


Part One: Sylvia’s Latex Sister

Sylvia held the mask out to Jerry with both hands, with the rear open to his face.
“Here, I’ll help you try it on,” she said with a smile, spreading the opening to admit his head.

Jerry swallowed and stared at the creation. The inside was a blurry reverse image of the delicate feminine features
that made up the face of the mask. He could see the bulge of the exaggerated cheekbones, the arch of the brows and the
slightly cup-shaped eyes, each with a half-inch hole at the “pupil” that allowed the wearer to see through the thick rubber.

“C’mon,” she urged, jiggling the mask in front of him. “I know how much you enjoy wearing the latex corset and
catsuit I got for you. When you are all laced up inside, wearing your gloves and five inch spike heels, you have a
perfect woman’s body. This will complete the illusion.”

Jerry was hooked. He found just looking at the mask extraordinarily exciting, and his arousal was very obvious.
Sylvia had already stripped him for his Thursday afternoon transformation session, and his penis had begun to harden as
soon as she took the latex bizarre garment out of the closet, peeled it off the plastic foam wig stand and held it up for him
to see. As he looked at the mask, his shaft stood rock hard at a 90-degree angle to his naked body.
Now it was his turn to smile. “I’d love to try it,” he said. “You’ll have to help me, though.”

She nodded and stepped forward, raising the hood to his face and sliding the mask’s bald latex crown over his short
curly brown hair. Jerry’s sexual excitement increased as the cool, smooth rubber slipped over his own features with a slight rustling sound. The “skin” of the mask was very thick -- almost a quarter inch of molded latex, with much thicker portions where the mask had raised features such as eyebrows, lips and cheekbones. As the mask slid coolly over his skin, he breathed the intoxicating scent of raw natural rubber.

“This is going to fit very snugly,” Sylvia said as she adjusted the mask over his features. “It was molded from a
bust made from a life casting of my own head and shoulders, all in one piece, by repeatedly dipping the bust in the liquid
latex and drying each coating. “From the measurements I took of you, my head is about an inch smaller in circumference than yours at the widest part, the forehead. And it’s about an inch and a half shorter from crown to chin. But the latex, though thick, is very flexible, so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable to wear. “Besides,” she added mischievously as she held up his latex-covered chin to examine the mask’s fit. “You enjoy a little discomfort, anyway, don’t you dear?”

Jerry could only mumble inside the thick latex shell covering his face. He held the front of the mask against his own features with both hands as she adjusted the ears so that his own fit inside the hollows molded into the latex hood.
She moved behind him and pulled the flaps at the rear of the mask tight. The last little pockets of air were pushed out
as she drew the nylon zipper down the back of the rubber mask, sealing the latex “skirt” that covered Jerry’s neck and
shoulders tightly. Jerry’s own mouth easily and naturally fit inside the hollows of the voluptuous lips molded into the mask’s face. The nose did not quite match his own, as it was smaller, but he was able to stretch the mask slightly to allow the half-inch long air tubes molded into it to slide up into his own nostrils, making a perfect fit that allowed him to breathe easily.
The mouth’s opening was a tiny slit between the lips less than an inch wide. He thought to himself that speaking while
wearing the mask would be impossible, since the snug fit made it difficult to open his own mouth more than a half inch
or so. He realized that he would be able to drink through the mask using a straw, however, and that he could smoke while
wearing it if he used a cigarette holder.

Sylvia finished adjusting the rear of the neck and smoothing the flaring bottom of the mask over his shoulders, then she grinned and led him to the mirror. “It’s perfect,” she said as she let him look at his masked reflection. “The rubber stretches enough so that it fits, but the features aren’t distorted by the size of your own head.”

Jerry could scarcely believe his eyes -- which were, in fact, invisible under his rubber disguise. From the shoulders
down, he looked his normal self: a five foot, five inch man with a slight but recognizably masculine build -- and a noticeably
male set of genitalia, now completely extended from sexual excitement. But from the shoulders up, he was a perfect -- though lifeless -- replica of Sylvia. The lips of the mask had been painted the same color as her own, and the eye makeup was a perfect match. Even the blue contact lenses that covered the small eyeholes in the mask’s “pupils” were the same slightly greenish shade as Sylvia’s. It was as if her neck and head had been grafted onto his shoulders, except for the fact that her head was completely bald.

“Well, do you like it?” she asked playfully, knowing it would be impossible for him to reply while his head was snugly secured inside its thick new latex skin.

He nodded enthusiastically and made a muffled noise that sounded something like a moan. Just wearing the mask was
an incredible turn on for him, which Sylvia noticed, eyeing his swollen penis. “Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “I can see that at least part of you likes it.” She squatted in front of him and teased the end of his engorged cock with her tongue and lips while she stroked it gently with her cool, soft hands.

This time, the sound Jerry made was an unmistakable moan, deep back in his throat. He could not take his eyes off
the passionless but beautiful image in the mirror -- his reflection. Glancing at the back of Sylvia’s head reflected in the looking glass as she sucked rhythmically at his member, he was struck by the thought that it was almost like he was
watching as he gave himself head!

Sylvia’s mouth moved far up his shaft, deep-throating his penis, and then she kissed its end and stood up. “Let’s see what you look like in the other things I got for you, she said, licking her lips lasciviously and grinning at him. Jerry had already worn the latex corset on several occasions, so it took only a few moments for him to step inside it and adjust the wide flat rubber straps on his shoulders so that the molded breasts with their pert nipples were in the proper position over his own manly but smoothly shaven chest. The corset, like the mask, was molded of remarkably life-like flesh-colored latex, with details that had been highlighted with an airbrush and latex-based paint. The sides and front had steel boning molded into them that shaped his figure into a perfect feminine hourglass shape after Sylvia finished fastening the two dozen hook-and-eyelet closures at its rear. Like the breasts molded into its front, the corset’s rear and sides had been enhanced with body forms that were filled with surgical grade silicone. The extra padding filled out Jerry’s hips and bottom, giving him soft latex buttocks that jiggled slightly when he walked -- just like a well-endowed female.

Unlike other corsets, however, Jerry’s latex torso had a panty bottom that fit snugly over his genitals, with a small
pouch and tube molded into the crotch that over his penis and testicles somewhat like an athletic cup. The corset’s bottom
had an anatomically correct vagina molded onto it, with a little opening through which he could use the restroom without
removing the garment. Sylvia finished with the back and turned him around, examining his feminized body carefully.
“There -- that’s good,” she said, sliding her hands over his latex covered sides and hips in a gentle caress. “Let’s get
some hair and underwear on you.”

His vision somewhat obscured by the mask, Jerry allowed Sylvia to guide him into her bedroom. Spread out on her queen-sized bed were a garter belt, nylons, a brassiere and a pair of ankle strap spikes with heels at least four inches high.
She fastened the bra around Jerry’s artificial breasts, adjusting the straps on top of the flesh-colored flat latex straps
of the corset, which were so thin that they nearly disappeared against Jerry’s own skin. She slung the garter belt around his midsection and straightened the garters, then sat him on the bed while she rolled the stockings up over his legs, adjusted their seams and fastened them to the belt. Finally she slipped on the shoes and fastened the straps at the top of his ankles securely.

“Now for some hair,” she said, picking up a foam wig stand. On it was a long, curly blond hairpiece that almost
perfectly matched Sylvia’s own hair. She slipped the cap of the wig over the bald crown of Jerry’s latex mask and
adjusted the sides and front so the hair fit snugly. Using a wig pick, she teased the hair in a few spots, then took Jerry’s
hands and drew him to a standing position.

“Incredible,” she said looking at him with a mixture of satisfaction and awe. “You could be my twin sister!”

Inside the mask, Jerry murmured that he wanted to see.

She led him back out to the full-length three-way mirror in her living room and let him examine his completely transformed
appearance. She was right, he thought. Standing next to her, Jerry was her exact double in almost every respect. He had her breasts and delightful feminine curves as well as her face and hair. Since, as a latex fetishist, he shaved and powdered his body, he even had her smooth hairless skin and it was difficult to see where his flesh ended and the rubber coverings began.

Sylvia finished dressing him in a turtleneck top similar to the one she was wearing and a short leather skirt that was
identical to her own. The only parts of his body that were not totally female were his hands with their short, square cut nails. Sylvia noticed him looking at them and smiled. “I have something for those, too,” she said, opening a
drawer and removing what appeared to be a pair of flesh-colored rubber gloves. She pulled up the sleeves of his turtleneck and worked the gloves up onto his forearms, stretching and pulling them to make his fingers completely fit inside them. Jerry could see they had long acrylic nails attached to each finger, and the nails had already been painted with multiple coats of dark red polish. When she finished putting the gloves on his hands, she rolled the sleeves of the turtleneck back down over them, covering his forearms down to his wrists. “Now all you need is some jewelry and you’re ready to go out with me,” Sylvia said cheerfully.

Jerry touched the rounded chin of the mask gently with the rubber-coated fingers of his right hand. The transformation
was stunning! His cock strained inside the cocoon of his tight rubber corset, aching for relief. He turned to Sylvia and
pantomimed smoking a cigarette. Sylvia smiled and nodded, picking up a six-inch plastic holder on the table and fitting one
of her 120-millimeter cigarettes into it. She handed it to Jerry and he slipped the tip of the holder inside the hole in the
mask’s mouth while she lit the cigarette with a kitchen match. Jerry took a deep drag, posing with his head thrown back, a knee cocked forward, one hand on his hip and the other holding the cigarette at a flamboyantly feminine angle. He
exhaled the smoke through the mask’s nostrils in two narrow streams with a sigh of satisfaction that was barely audible
through the thick latex of his gorgeously attractive female face.

“Yes, just perfect,” Sylvia said as Jerry struck another feminine pose, folding his arms beneath his large latex bosom
and taking another deep puff from the cigarette. “My own mother couldn’t tell us apart from a distance. Now, let’s go
shopping, ‘Sylvia Number Two.’”

[End Part 1] To Be Continued