Silent Partner

By Lilith

Part Two: Victoria’s Secret -- And Sylvia’s!

Jerry gazed into the window of the lingerie boutique, enjoying his window-shopping expedition at the mall. A pair of dark sunglasses with oversized tortoise-shell frames obscured the staring eyes of his Sylvia mask so passersby would not notice his companion’s sexy twin never seemed to blink or look from side to side.

“Isn’t that pretty?” Sylvia said to her double, pointing to an imperial blue satin merry widow in the window.

“Sylvia 2” nodded and sighed inside the mask that covered her face. She had been admiring the same garment, daydreaming about how it would look on her feminized rubber body.

“C’mon,” Sylvia said with a giggle, grabbing “Sylvia 2’s” latex covered hand. “Let’s see if the have it in our size!”

“Sylvia 2” was slightly shocked at the suggestion, but nodded quickly, respecting her friend’s judgment about how far she could take this latex masquerade. They entered the store together and were approached
almost immediately by a petite brunette saleswoman in a low-cut black knit jumper and white charmeuse blouse with the top two buttons undone to show off the deep cleavage between her large breasts. She smiled as she asked if she could help them.

“Yes,” Sylvia said. “We were looking at the merry widow in the front window -- the blue one? Do you have that in a size 38?”

“Let me check,” the brunette said as she knelt behind a storage counter and emerged a moment later with a box in her hand. “Yes -- we have that in 38B, C and D cup. Which would you like to try?”

“My sister and I would like to try the C cup please,” Sylvia said. The brunette, still smiling, but staring at “Sylvia 2’s” impassive face with a somewhat puzzled look, retrieved a second box from the counter and led them to a fitting room. The two Sylvia’s disappeared into the changing room together. Inside, Sylvia stripped off her own turtleneck and held “Sylvia 2’s” wig while she took off her top, then replaced it carefully. The real girl and the counterfeit girl slipped out of their skirts and Sylvia helped Jerry try on the merry widow, which ended about an inch above the molded navel of Jerry’s rubber torso.

“Hmm,” Sylvia said as she fastened the hooks at the rear of the merry widow. “It seems to fit just fine.”
“Sylvia 2” adjusted the cups over her liquid-filled latex breasts. The bra of the shiny satin garment was a little snug, causing a fleshy fold by the sides of “Sylvia 2’s” breasts, but the boning held her artificial bust up at a very sexy angle, and gave her a sleek, feminine line. She posed in front of the mirror with one leg forward and her hands on her hips in a provocative stance.

“Very sexy,” Sylvia said with a grin as she adjusted the straps of her merry widow over her shoulders. “It looks like it was made just for you!”

Sylvia tried on her own merry widow, turning to “Sylvia 2” and directing her to “do me up” as she held her hair out of the way. Although the latex gloves were a little clumsy, “Sylvia 2” managed to quickly fasten the hooks at the rear of the garment, and then patted Sylvia gently on the rear to signify that she was finished.
Sylvia adjusted the cups and straps of her bustier as her latex twin had before her, and then admired herself in the full-length mirror of the changing room.

“How do I look?” she asked, glancing at her rubber replica’s reflection over her shoulder.

“Sylvia 2” made an “O” of her forefinger and thumb, and then followed it with a thumb’s-up.

“Good! Let’s get them!” Sylvia said with a giggle. “I’ll charge them on my card.”

The two girls stripped out of the merry widows and put their own clothing back on. Sylvia took the garments to pay for, while her twin continued to look at merchandise. A short redhead in a well-cut lavender suit moved next to “Sylvia 2” at a display of body stockings and nylon pantyhose.

“I just love pantyhose, don’t you,” said the redhead as she examined a pair of opaque stockings in a plastic package.

“No garters to fool around with, no seams to keep straight.”

“Sylvia 2” glanced at her and their eyes met momentarily.

“My, aren’t you pretty,” the redhead said with a smile. “Is that a mask, honey?”

“Sylvia 2” inclined her head and murmured inside her latex face.

“Of course, you can’t speak,” said the redhead. “How silly of me. May I touch your face?”

“Sylvia 2” nodded again.

The redhead stroked her smooth latex cheek with her soft hand.

“How wonderfully realistic,” she said thoughtfully. “Is it comfortable?”

Once again “Sylvia 2” nodded.

“I’m dying to learn where you got it,” the redhead said. “It’s amazingly lifelike.”

Sylvia joined them, clutching a shopping bag containing the two bustiers.

“Hello,” she said to the redhead. “Getting to know my sister here?”

“Yes” the shorter woman answered with a grin. “I was telling her how much I admire her mask. She doesn’t seem to be able to talk while wearing it, though. Where on earth did she get it?”

Sylvia smiled. “I know a woman who does specialized latex fabrication,” Sylvia said. “She molded it from my face, as you can see.”

The redhead nodded. “A remarkable likeness,” she said, her smile broadening. “I’m Traci Fairwell, incidentally. I’m really into latex clothing, but I’ve never seen anything quite like this girl’s face. It’s extraordinary. Very sexy, too. The mask heightens the aura of mystery around her. The two of you
make an amazingly striking couple.”

Sylvia put her arm around “Sylvia 2’s” waist. “I’m Sylvia and under all that female costuming is my boyfriend, Jerry,” she said.

“Sylvia 2” nodded and made a slight bow to the redhead. “A boy, eh!” Traci said with surprise. “Wow! You’d never guess it from her walk and gestures. She is just about perfectly feminine.”

Jerry smiled inside his expressionless latex face. He was enjoying his little shopping trip more and more.

Sylvia glanced at her watch. “Are you doing anything right now, Traci?” she asked. “My ‘sister’ and I were just going to find a cocktail lounge and have a beverage together. We’d both love it if you joined us.”

Traci grinned. “You know, I was just thinking how good a vodka and tonic and a cigarette would taste right now,” she said. “I’d love to join you two attractive ladies for a drink.”

{End Part 2} To be Continued