UNMASKING TONI

A MASKING EXPERIENCE STORY

BY RITA CHANTE

Author’s note: Sometimes a change of identity can be quite liberating and masking your face and body are two of the best external methods of identity change. On the other hand, but no matter how much you change your physical appearance, wherever you go there you are. In the middle of that epiphany you might realize that someone who has become important to you is in loved with the “changed” part of you and totally unaware of the person behind the living mask. This copyrighted short story examines the problems and solutions of this situation.

CHAPTER ONE

For the first time in the four years since she had graduated from state, Rachel had finally found some one with whom she could have a meaningful relationship. Ever since high school when her body had blossomed, most of the "guys" she went out with or dated, had just wanted to see how fast they could get her clothes off and get her into bed. It would have been different if they had taken the time to notice the beauty of her figure or acknowledged that she had a mind. Not these "guys". To them she was just a filling station in the desert. Pull in quick, pump as much as the tank would hold, and pull back out onto the freeway of life. Toni was none of these things. Being with her was refreshingly different.

The two heterosexual relationships that Rachel had had with Jaime and Ramon had both ended in what others might conclude was a disaster for Rachel. They had gone out with her on her terms and had developed a "sporting" relationship. They went bowling, biking, rafting, running, and golfing. Most of the "dating" was on weekends and occasional after work events. Intimacy was kept to a minimum. Ramon and Jaime had been great escorts and one or the other had gone with her to family weddings, but now both of them were married to her sisters. It seemed that while they were "sporting around" with Rachel, they were "fooling around" with her sisters. Actually, Alisa and Maria were great sisters, but Jaime and Ramon had both been with her first. No matter, it was all in the family and she had been the "maid of honor" at both weddings. Rachel had even caught Maria's wedding bouquet.

On the other side of the ledger, there had been Gina and Rosa. Rachel had met Gina in college between Jaime and Ramon. Their relationship started out as laboratory partners in the all male engineering classes at State. Eventually they were placed in the same internship program at H.P. (Hewlett-Packard). Again they were in an all male environment. Gina coped with the constant "hits" by dressing and acting as male like as she could. This only seemed to invite more invitations to all male gatherings. After all, Gina had become "one of the guys".

However, Rachel was bound and determined that she could make at HP without having to give up her femininity to the male dominated setting. She had enough of the jeans and sweatshirt scene at State. She liked wearing the soft silk blouses and full flowing skirts, or above the knee short skirts with her tailored blazers, vests and bolero jackets. Rachel wasn't a clotheshorse or a fashion setter, but she could have modeled for department stores as she had done as a way to get clothes in high school. All of the exercise she did while pursuing her sporting interests, kept her figure the envy of everyone in her family.

Gina enjoyed being with Rachel and their athletic interests were well matched. Those times spent with Gina were the only times Rachel could be her feminine self and not get "hit-on" for doing it. In the HP all male environment, Gina and Rachel became known as an "item" and the men always inferred that they were hired as lesbian minorities for affirmative action purposes. Gina and Rachel actually moved in together. They talked about becoming intimate, but loyalty to Rachel's traditional Catholic family values, not to mention her family's personal beliefs and homophobic attitudes, prevented Rachel from "going all the way sexually" during her eighteen month relationship with Gina. Finally, in frustration, Gina moved on and out of Rachel's life.

To quell rumors about her sexuality, Rachel started dating the first man who asked her out. That is how her semi-serious relationship with Ramon started. It put everyone on notice that she was "straight". However, Rachel was almost relieved when after two years of "dating" and appearing together at family functions, she got wind that Ramon was also going out with her sister, Maria. Actually it was pretty obvious that Ramon and Maria's relationship had gone far beyond the one that Rachel had with him. Maria informed Rachel of the relationship, when Rachel noticed that Maria was pregnant.

As far as Rachel's social life, the six months that followed the break-up with Ramon had been what she considered relatively uneventful. Sure there had been the after work "group" gatherings at the Rodeo Club and Charlie's Place where Rachel would dance and have a good time, but except for the strange relationship with Rosa, there wasn't anyone "special" in her life. She tried to convince herself that she wanted it that way.

While Rosa wasn't special, the relationship was unusual for Rachel. Rosa's appearance on the scene seemed innocent enough at first. They had met at the Cute Lady Spa. As with Gina, at first Rosa and Rachel's interests in athletics appeared to be their point of commonalty, but then they started meeting at "secret rendezvous" in little out of the way places. When they would meet, Rosa was often wearing disguises and different color wigs. A couple of times she asked Rachel to do the same and even gave her the cash to rent a car so the vehicle they were in wasn't readily associated with either of them. Rachel enjoyed the apparent spontaneity and sense of adventure of these happenings and reveled in the novelty of them. After the first five or six of these "clandestine, secret agent rendezvous", they experimented in some intimated activities.

The most memorable was when Rosa had Rachel cross-dressed and wore a beard and short wig. Rosa also disguised herself as a horn-rimmed glasses wearing nerd type male. They rode the Cal-train to San Francisco together and spent the day in Golden Gate Park as a gay male couple. They had strolled through the museums and had lunch in the Japanese Tea Garden. It was Rachel's first time trying to fulfill her fantasy of passing for a male and she thoroughly enjoyed herself. It was also the only time during her entire relationship with Rosa that Rosa really listened to her stories and feelings.

In their last face-to-face encounter, Rosa had invited Rachel to dinner at her house. The residence's other occupant turned out to be Rosa's husband, who also happened to be one of Rachel's supervisors. In Rachel's opinion, the whole set up was to flaunt Rosa's and her relationship in front of her husband. In the phone conversation that followed the awkward dinner, Rosa confessed that she was exploring ways to spice up her dull, monotonous, "corporate wife", life style. She wanted Rachel to be her mistress. Rosa even offered to supply the apartment, fantasy gear, and wardrobes for Rachel's life as Rosa's secret partner. In Rachel's opinion, it was fortunate that Rosa's husband was promoted and transferred out of state, taking Rosa and all her plans for her and Rachel, with him.

Rachel was beginning to think that she was to become the stereotype of the educated maiden aunt of her generation. Her Tia Chavala had fulfilled this role for her. Chavala was ill with cancer and Rachel moved in with her to take care of her aunt and be a companion during her last six months. The word in the family was that Chavala had cancer because she had worked in the Livermore Radiation Laboratories on atomic research. Rachel knew that all those rumors were bunk. It was her Tia Chavala who had encouraged her to go into engineering and had paid for some of Rachel's educational expenses. Chavala was also the only member of Rachel's family to understand and bless Rachel’s feeling towards Gina and Rosa.

Rachel wished that either Gina or Rosa could be around now. While she had long talks with her Tia, there were some serious peer related issues that required the willing ear of some one her own age. Dating was on hold as none of the "guys" considered taking a dying woman to the park a "real date".

It was at this juncture that Toni entered her life. She was the "new girl" at work. Toni was the quiet, studious type. She arrived right before work started, did research on her own projects during lunch, rarely took her breaks, only discussed company matters when asked a direct question. If she didn't stay late to work on her own stuff, she left for parts unknown right after the workday ended. The new division supervisor had assigned Toni to Rachel for on site training. When the new supervisor had been appointed, his division had been reduced by three positions even though the workload had remained constant. The only way the division could get more help was to do an "affirmative action hire". Toni and Maggie were those hires and everyone in the division knew it. Maggie was following Gina's pattern, but Toni seemed determined to be a woman in a man's world, even though she didn't seem to have any sense of how to show off her curvaceous body to its best advantage.

Rachel surprised herself when she was working with Toni during her forth week with HP. As Rachel watched Toni go through the procedure that Rachel had just taught her, she found herself asking the question, "I wonder if Toni would be any good in bed." Rachel had never wondered about that with Gina or Rosa, let alone Ramon or Jaime. The question had never arisen with most of the pencil dicks she worked with either. They were either married or only good for a "Wham-bam-one-night-stand". Rachel made the decision to stay away from those "Wham-bam-affairs" anyway, since to get on that circuit was a sure way to get "tossed around the division". Like her brother always said, "You don't get you meat where you get your potatos". Besides, Rachel didn't have too much time, at the moment, for a social life, with overtime, training of Toni, and caring for Chavala.

The more time Rachel spent training Toni, the more Rachel realized that not only was she sexually attracted to Toni, but she was also enjoyed talking to Toni. Her trainee often said more with a knowing nod, than others said with fifty-cent word paragraphs. Toni was just plain easy to talk to. She patiently listened to Rachel and silently turned the words into action. As the weeks passed, Rachel played a game with herself to see how long a sentence she could force Toni to utter. It never occurred to Rachel that if they were to get onto a subject that truly interested Toni, that she could and might go on for hours.

The trainer found herself confiding all kinds of information in her trainee. When she could get Toni to use her breaks or lunches as time off work, Rachel dumped all types of personal feeling on Toni. It was like talking to a priest. Rachel divulged details about her life and desires, her personal history, her successes and flops. These were the most intimate secrets of her existence and most were items that she had only shared with her Tia Chavala and to a much lesser extent with Gina. In addition to her listening skills, Toni was a quick study. She seemed to know what to do before Rachel told her to do it. Thus, they completed many of their tasks so quickly that they had even more time to talk.

In their conversations the condition of Rachel's Aunt came up, and Toni proved to be an incredible, understanding ear. As the topic evolved and Rachel discussed her feelings about the expected loss of her Tia Chavala, Toni expressed her sentiments about the loss of her older sister a year ago. For Rachel, it was like being in an one on one "Death and Dying Seminar".

"Were you close?" asked Rachel.

"Very."

"How did you cope with the loss, Toni?"

"Not very well. She had everything to live for. She was talented, a great teacher, her students loved her, and she was about to be married."

"Did anything help?" questioned Rachael.

"One thing did, but I'm not sure you would understand."

"Try me," said Rachel.

"Well at first what I did was to help her fiancee say good-bye to the love of his life. Then I found myself doing it to help myself."

"What was it?" probed Rachel.

"I don't want to seem mysterious, but a picture is worth a thousand words. If you trust me and meet me at my apartment/workshop, I will trust you with the knowledge of what I did."

"Aren't you going to give me even a little hint?" inquired Rachel.

"No, I like you, and the only way I know to share this with you, is to show you the whole picture," declared Toni.

"It does sound mysterious. Is tonight an okay time to explore this mystery?" probed Rachel.

"Sure. I guess so," said Toni.

"Great, because my Mama is taking my Tia to the movies for the evening and I have the night off," declared Rachel.

"Do you want to go for some dinner after work, Rachel, and then follow me to my apartment/workshop?" asked Toni.

"Where is this place you call an apartment/workshop?" asked Rachel with interest.

"It's on Commercial Street near Junction Avenue," stated Toni.

"There aren't any apartments near there," said Rachel.

"I know. It is really an industrial space that I have built an apartment inside of. I couldn't afford both an apartment and a workshop, and the machining I was doing required more power than is available in the front room of an apartment. Besides the late night hours and noise emissions from the machining created the need for an industrial location. Since I was working late into the night, I often fell asleep on the bench. So, I just decided to live there as well."

"I think that is the longest speech you have made since I have known you, Toni," observed Rachel.

"What does that mean?”

“Just that you are pretty quiet and that you seem to make long speeches,” said Rachel.

“I just wanted you to know why I live where I do and that it is a safe place,” responded Toni. “Before I took this job I made a living by selling my designs to another corporation. In fact, I have a design that is just about ready for sale to them now."

"Is there any money in it?" asked Rachel.

"Yes, but I'm trying to make enough to start my own company," declared Toni.

"There is always venture capital for a talented person with a good idea," suggested Rachel.

"Not for minorities and women unless you have some seed money of your own. I'm just about there with the corporate executive that I have been designing for."

"How about some of the venture people that always lurk around the Hungry Tiger and Charlie's Place?"

"I've approached them, but they have too many strings and are too conventional for me."

"I have some money, Toni."

"Maybe when you see what I'm doing you will just laugh, Rachel."

"I have a sneaking suspicion that I won't, especially if it will help me with my Tia Chavala's passing," stated Rachel.

Rachel couldn't wait for the workday to end so she could go to dinner with Toni and follow her to her apartment/workshop afterwards. When they arrived at the Toni's place they parked in front of the roll up door. Toni unlocked the box with the alarm, pressed the proper codes and pulled the lever to raise the door and relocked the outside lever box. They stepped into the workshop before the door had fully raised and Toni unlocked the interior lever box and went through the same procedure to close the door.

"Close your eyes and I'll turn on the lights, Rachel," said Toni.

Rachel did as she was told and Toni turned on the lights. When she opened her eyes, Rachel saw that the place was truly a "live in" workshop.

"Where does this apartment start and the workshop end, Toni?"

"They don't, Rachel."

"This place reminds me of a disorganized artist's loft, only it doesn't have any windows."

"It is an integrated environment except for the bedroom in the corner. I get all of the natural lighting that I need from the skylights in the ceiling and roof. The lack of windows gives me more wall space to hang my art. I call this place Shangri-la, because it is the home of my fantasy world."

Rachel saw the box like structure that extended from the corner into the large "integrated" workspace. "Can I see this Shangri-la if it is not too personal?"

"It is very personal. That is why I want you to see it.” She approached the door and unlocked it. Toni reached in and turned on the electricity. "Welcome to my private corner of the world," said Toni with some pride.

Rachel walked into the room. The carpet was softer than a half-filled waterbed. The colors were cream whites, pink and rose lavenders. Everything in the room said soft, peaceful and warm. The sounds emanating from the hidden audio/acoustic sound system were relaxing and soothing. "I always have dreamed of a room like this, Toni. It's like you read my mind. I was talking about a place like this to Ken about three weeks ago and he said he would build it for me if I fucked his brains out in it. That told me that he hadn't a clue what a room like this is for."

"I just come in here to hear my heart beat, Rachel."

"That is so beautiful, Toni. The only thing this place needs is projections on the walls of Figi, or the High Sierra, or Giant Sequoias."

"Which one do you want, Rachel?"

"Don't tell me you can do that, Toni?"

"Like I said, which one do you want, Rachel?"

"Let me see what they all look like, Toni."

"Give me a moment to program the computer." Toni programmed the room's animation computer and digital projectors mounted in what appeared to be a ceiling fan that came on and displayed the images on all of the walls and ceiling surfaces of the room. Each of the images that Rachel had requested came on in turn, as well as a volcanic scene, a San Francisco skyline scene, a Grand Canyon river raft ride, and a Vernal Falls, Mist trail Hike. "I have more, but I like these the best," said Toni.

"Where did you get these films?" asked Rachel.

"Some I made myself, others I traded for some of my design work. The projector and optics are from surplus surveillance equipment at HP."

"I remember when you asked for it. Someone's garbage truly is another person’s treasure, Toni. All I can say is wow. You are really talented."

"I'm hoping there is a market for this stuff," said Toni.

"Who would buy stuff like this for a bedroom?" probed Rachel.

"Don't you like it, Rachel?"

"Very much, but how would you market it, Toni?"

"I'm trying to get Rubber Girl Fantasies Inc. to do it."

"Is this the stuff you used to help you through your grief, Toni?"

"Yes, this was part of the stuff."

"So there is more to this program?" asked Rachel.

"No the other items follow a whole different track. They are out in the locked cupboards next to the workbench."

"When do I get to see them?" inquired Rachel.

"Whenever you like. That is why we came here tonight," stated Toni.

"Let me have ten more minutes to enjoy this river raft ride. I actually took this one, but your film captures it better than I remember it. Can I lay on the bed to watch it."

"Sure."

As Rachel lay back on the bed to take in the surround sound and film, Toni turned on the bed and it became the raft. "How is that?" she asked. "I think I still need to work on the synchronization program a little more."

"This is fantastic, Toni. It is better than the real thing, because you don't get wet."

"I can make that happen too if you want, Rachel."

"Not this time, Toni."

Rachel spent another twenty minutes in the raft ride before she slid off the bed to swim out of the room. "What do you think?" asked Toni.

"I think you ought to show that gimmick to Waterbed Warehouse."

"That's a good thought. It might give me an angle with Rubber Girl Fantasies, Rachel."

"Okay, what is behind door number three, Monty?"

"Cute, Rachel. Real Cute," said Toni as she unlocked the cupboard door. "This concept all started when my sister asked me to give her a facial about four months before she died. I had already worked out the bed thing so she could go any place she wanted to be through simulation. But right up until her death, she was worried about how the disease was stealing her looks. While I was doing the facial bit, she had me do one of those green mask things to tighten her pores and pull out the fat heads. I started laughing as we often did when we were doing stuff as kids. That green mask was so hideous that for a moment the reality of the disease passed away. As my sister looked into the mirror, she said, `too bad you can't make me a mask that could hide all of my pain. I want people to remember me as I was, not as the half life that I am now'.

"So what did you do?" asked Rachel.

"I had a hobby of making masks in the basement. In fact as kids, I had made all of our costumes for school plays and Halloween. I asked my sister if she really wanted me to try and make her a mask that would show her off as she was before the cancer, and she said yes." Toni reached into the cupboard and pulled out the latex head. It was beautiful and an exact replica of Toni's face.

"Was she your twin?"

"Yes."

"So you replicated your face to fit her?"

"Something like that."

"How did this mask help your Brother-In-law?"

"I wore it with him, then he wore it."

"Are you still doing it for him?"

"No, he said his good-byes at Carmel By the Sea where they honeymooned."

"Then what happened?"

"I was able to introduce him to a masking friend of mine that my Brother-in-law has fallen for in a big way. I gave her a copy of my sister's mask, and I understand that she does her for my brother-in-law from time to time."

"That sounds like an interesting story," commented Rachel.

"It is," confirmed Toni.

"I can also create a likeness as a death mask, so in the coffin, your Tia will be as you will always want to remember her. If you want, I will talk with her about the prospect. She may even want to wear it towards the end, like my sister did."

"How will the mask help after she is gone?"

"I can be your Tia Chavala for you, the way I did my sister for my Brother-in Law. It helped both of us a lot."

"All right, but won't it be spooky playing a dead person?"

"In my heritage, the only dead person is the one that nobody remembers. In remembering your Tia Chavala, she will live as long as you do, maybe longer if you create her memory in others."

"That is beautiful Toni. Please make me the mask of my Tia."

"Would you help me remember my sister?" asked Toni.

"How?"

"Wear her mask," declared Toni.

"Is this a test?" probed Rachel.

"Sort of," responded Toni.

"Is this where your other would be friends bugged out on you, Toni?"

"Yes."

"I can see why. If they don't know where your heart is, this would sound very sick. I will be proud to be your sister. What was her name?"

"Tina."

"Let me be Tina for you, Toni."

"Now?" asked Toni.

"Right now," said Rachel as she reached for the head and pulled it on over her own. She adjusted the eye holes and the mouth and ear openings. "How do I look?"

"Like a short version of my sister," answered Toni.

"Do you have any heels?" asked Rachel.

"Just a pair of Tina's platform boots."

"Let me see if they fit, Toni," suggested Rachel

Toni went back to the cupboard and pulled out the boots. "I think they are a size or two too large, Toni.,” said Rachel as “Tina” trying on the boots. "If you have any thick athletic socks we can cure that. I used to do that when I borrowed my brother's hiking boots. Two pairs of thick wool socks, and everything were cool."

Toni went to her drawer and got out a pair of athletic socks that Rachel as “Tina” put on over her nylons. She pulled on the boots and zipped them up. "Believe it or not they feel like they were made for me. Help me stand. Let's look at ourselves in the mirror. Oh my God,Toni, we are twins."

"Yes we are," confirmed Toni.

"Do you want me to keep it on for a while?" inquired Rachel in her “Tina” impression.

"If you want to, that would be nice," stated Toni.

"I want to. I hope you don't think this is strange, but it makes me feel good," proclaimed Rachel with her “Tina” mask.

"I know, Tina was a wonderful person."

"I know this must sound like twenty questions, Toni, but with all your skills and creativity, why on earth are you working at HP?" asked the masked image of Toni’s sister.

"I needed the money and there is always the discount I get on their products," responded Toni.

"I can see that you have bought a lot," said Rachel.

"I needed all that equipment and software to refine my simulation techniques and develop programs of my own," rationalized Toni.

"Who is the corporation that is buying your stuff, if you don't mind my asking, Toni?" asked Rachel from behind “Tina’s” mask.

"I don't mind. It is Rubber Girl Fantasies Inc. Their CEO, Henry Martinez is a creative and generous guy. Even though he is my only market, at the moment, he doesn't treat me like a servant. He always names prices for my work that I wouldn't have dreamed possible. He has created a PEM suit. Have you seen it?"

"No. I have heard about it though. I seem to recall that the full name for the item is Personal Environment Module,” declared Rachel’s Tina image. Isn’t that the unit that allows you to become the movie star of your dreams, isn't it?"

"Yes it is or at least it can be used that way. At Henry’s request, I'm working on some modifications that will allow the suit to become truly your personal environment. No matter how you are dressed or what the temperature is in the real world, this suit will keep your skin at the temperature you want to be. Right now I'm working on a design that will allow the skin to "breathe" right through the latex while the remaining body moisture would help the latex adhere to and respond to every nuance of the wearer's skin movement. In turn, that movement and escaping body warmth will become an energy source for the functioning systems of the suit."

"That was another long speech Toni and it sounds to me like a series of heavy duty engineering problems," said Rachel through her mask of “Tina”.

“Well that is true from the electronic and chemical points of view. The electronics have been reduced in size so that most of the lithium power packs and computer modules can be encased in the suit’s large breasts. Addition energy units and wiring for them can be incorporated into the butt pads. It is the chemical part of the units that limit their current usage.”

“Do you think that it is possible to really make the PEMs work for long time usage?” probed Rachel with her “Tina” mask.

"It is if you don't follow Martinez's theory of integrated synergistic systems," proclaimed Toni.

"I have heard of that. Do you understand it?” asked “Tina’s” image.

"I will by the time I get this design worked out," declared Toni.

"How does it work?" quizzed Rachel’s impression of “Tina”.

"We have been taught in school to think for the most part, in terms of the `problem-solution order'. To solve problems, we break down systems into their component parts and then separate the parts as if they are wholes unto themselves when they really aren’t. This type of multivariate analysis often loses sight of the whole and often various parts and/or innovative alternatives get overlooked. To really over simplify Martinez's method, he integrates the whole through its parts to find the remedy. He continues the integration until the incongruent part reveals itself. Instead of focusing on the parts, he focuses on the whole."

"Boy what if the "what if boys" at HP starting using that idea?" said “Tina’s” masked image.

"Revolution. Maybe a series of revolutions. The reflective images of the whole parts reverse themselves and create masked realities that become more genuine than the original item, like the bed became your raft to the point that to leave the room you felt that you had to swim ashore. In this context, I am creating a skin for the PEM that will have more of the functions of life than the skin that it is reflecting."

"You are really into this, aren't you?" observed Rachel from behind her “Tina” mask.

"If you saw how exciting this process is, you would be into it too," proclaimed Toni.

"What do you think it would be like if you made a suit and head that allowed you to be a man whenever you wanted, but still remained a woman when you wanted?" inquired Rachel’s version of “Tina”.

"I can help you on that score to if you want to try. What do you have in mind?"

"I want my Tia's lost lover to find her and make love to her."

"Do you have any photos I can scan of him?" asked Toni.

"I can get them with no problem. I will just tell her that I want to restore some of the originals," declared “Tina’s wonderful masked image.

"Do you want me to make the costume to fit me or you, Tina?"

"Let me think on that, Toni.” Said Rachel after taking off the “Tina” mask. “Listen, it's getting late and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow with that deadline approaching."

"Right, let me see you to your car," said Toni without a moment’s hesitation.

"On second thought, would you mind if I stayed here as Tina tonight? We could raft together in our dreams,” proposed Rachel’s Tina impression.

"That would be a first. Okay, let's do it. I sleep in sweat clothes. Is that okay with you?" asked Toni.

"Do you have an extra set?" probed Rachel.

"Of course,” stated Toni as she pulled a set from a chest of drawers.

"These look new, Toni."

"I bought them for my sister, but she never wore them," claimed Toni.

"Would you mind if I wore them with Tina's mask?" asked Rachel as for some strange reason she was becoming incredibly sexually aroused.

"Please yourself. It is the best way to relax," declared Toni.

"Your are good for me, Toni," responded Rachel as she pulled the “Tina” mask back on her head."

"The feeling is mutual, Tina," said Toni.

Late in the night Rachel dreamt that she was fucking Toni on a deserted desert isle. It was the most real dream she ever had. In the morning she woke up totally relaxed and sore between her legs with Toni gently snoring beside her. Boy wouldn't it be fun to call in sick today and just lay here next to Toni, thought Rachel.

"Better not," asserted her conscience. "I don't know if your body could take another one of those dreams right now."

"Wake up Toni, its time to go to work."

"Do we have to?" asked Toni.

"Yes we do," declared Rachel as Tina.

"Why?"

"Because the women of the world are counting on us to break down the barriers of sexism in Silicon Valley," declared Rachel as she prepared to take off the “Tina” mask.

"If you say so, Rachel," moaned Toni.

Toni made Chavala her death mask as well as one she wore towards the end. The family couldn't believe how well she looked. She also made a Chavala mask for herself and Rachel. Using them really helped Rachel through the grieving process. Chavala's long lost lover turned out to be a very young John Wayne. Both Rachel and Toni did him for Chavala, but for some odd reason, Chavala seemed to get more out of it when she was with Toni as her "John Bo". Rachel thought that after a couple of sessions, she actually detected a twinkle in her Great Aunt's eye.

"Did you see that twinkle in her eye, Toni?"

"Your Tia is just happy that we are trying to make her happy, Rachel."

"I know the meaning of that twinkle, Toni. I just can't figure it out in this context."

"You are seeing what you want to see."

"Just like I'm dreaming what I want to dream?" probed Rachel.

"What does that mean, Rachel?" questioned Toni.

"I'm not sure, but my dreams since I have been with you, seem more real that my waking hours. Sometimes I'm not sure which is which?"

"Which of the two is more exciting, Rachel?"

"What I'm calling my dreams."

"Then they are probably what they seem."

"You might as well know that we are having one great sex life in my dreams, Toni.”

"Would you like to make them real, Rachel?"

"Is that a proposition?" asked Rachel.

"Yes," confirmed Toni.

"Let's give my dreams a little while longer. They are getting me used to the idea of sex with you," said Rachel.

"Just tell me when you want to make them real, Rachel."

"Could we try it first with me as a man?" asked Rachel.

"Only if I get to do John Wayne for you." stated Toni.

"Could I be Chavala when you are John Wayne?"

"You are on, Rachel."

The night they buried Chavala, "John Wayne" took "Chavala" on a wilderness journey that was heaven on earth for Rachel. Toni had the realist dildo she had ever seen. Just the way she slid it into Rachel, made Rachel climax. When Rachel opened the bible that Chavala had given her on her death bed, she found a note that simply read: "I love you Dear, Never let Toni go the way I let my John drift away from me. Real love is very rare. Toni possesses it. Hang on as fast as you can, for the ride of your life."

Rachel showed the note to Toni. "What do you think she meant by that, Toni?"

"What is even more important, Rachel, is what do think she meant by it?" responded Toni while ducking the question.

Even though Toni was drafted by another HP division and given a promotion in the process, Rachel continued to sleep ever more frequently at Toni's apartment/ workshop. "I wish we could have a child together, John," said Rachel as Chavala during one of their fantasy evenings.

"Be careful what you wish for, Little Lady. I know a pilgrim that went down that road, and now she is running an orphanage," joked Toni in her best John Wayne impression.

"I still want it, John. My Tia would have wanted that for me. I think that is why she left me her estate."

"I'll see if can oblige ya, Little Lady."

"I'm serious, John."

"So am I, Little Lady."

"What did my Tia know about you that I don't, John?"

"It will all be revealed to ya when the mule kicks over the pot of gold, Little Lady."

"What does that mean. John?"

"Do you want to do it again on the river raft, Little Lady."

"Answer my question, John," asserted Rachel as her “Tia Chavala”.

"I did, Chavala. You can't turn a corner, Pilgrim, until you see the whites of their eyes."

"You can be so infuriating, John."

"Ain't it grand, though."

"Turn on the raft and give me the ride of my life, John."

"I was hopin' ya say that Cha-Va-La."

CHAPTER TWO

Rachel wanted to do something different for Halloween. Toni's design for the PEM suit made by Rubber Girl Fantasies, Inc. had produced the bounty and royalties that she had hoped for. They had been invited to the Rubber Girl Masked Ball with the Stars for the Millennium Halloween Party. The night included a fantasy weekend at the Summit Inn. Rachel knew that Toni wanted to go, but she wanted to come up with a dazzling costume idea before they accepted the invitation. Between her inheritance and Toni's Rubber Girl wind fall, they were actually rich as a couple and could afford to be extravagant on their costumes. Rachel decided to be the she/male version of Zorro, the Gay Blade, and Toni was to be the she/male version of Jessica Rabbit.

Toni suggested that they do it the other way around.

"But I want to be the man, Toni," emphatically asserted Rachel.

"Which one of us does the better John Wayne?" asked Toni.

"I see your point," admitted Rachel with obvious disappointment in her youthful voice.

"How about I do Richard Guere and you do Julia Roberts in their "Pretty Woman" roles?” suggested Toni.

“Why don’t you be Julia Robert and I will be Richard Guere, Toni?” countered Rachel.

"You really do want to be the guy, don't you, Rachel. What is behind that?" asked Toni.

"It has always been a fantasy of mine. I want to know what it is like to fuck what the guys are always referring to as a hot woman. I have this weird desire to make that same woman sore from my powerful manly thrusts. I want to wear that wonderful, anatomically correct phallus that you have used on me and use it on you."

"Okay. I hear you and that all makes sense to me, but after the witching hour I take over. Okay?" asked Toni.

"Exactly when is this witching hour, Toni?" probed Rachel.

"I'll let you know. I want you to learn how to trust me absolutely, in the manner I have taken you at your word and trusted your desires," declared Toni.

"When have you done that?" asked Rachel.

"Think about it, Rachel. When have I denied you your desire if, I could provide it?" asked Toni.

"What have I asked for that was so difficult?" asked Rachel as she searched her memory for the desire requests that Toni had fulfilled for her.

"Didn't you ask to be the mother of our children?" pressed Toni.

"Yes, but…?"

"I am truly trusting that your statement is genuine," stated Toni in a manner that puzzled Rachel.

"But it is impossible, Toni," proclaimed Rachel.

"I have found a way, Rachel," said Toni.

"Tell me about it," suggested Rachel.

"I will, but I want to complete this one final test first," said Toni.

"Sounds mysterious, Toni," said Rachel.

"It is and the puzzle has yet to be solved or the winner announced," agreed Toni.

"There you go again, Toni. Is the mule going to kick over the pot of gold?" probed Rachel.

"That is a real possibility, Mr. Guere," said Toni.

"Thank you for that little piece of non-enlightenment, Julia," responded Rachel as they both laughed.

While the mystery and anticipation excited Rachel, it also scared her a little, for as well as she knew Toni, and had experienced things with her that she had never allowed herself to even imagine prior to these last few months, Toni was still an enigma, for Rachel. It was like there was a huge visible mask that Rachel knew very well, but a whole series of beautiful and complicated, unseen identities and masks were lurking somewhere behind it.

Rachel had no idea of what Toni had planned for the Halloween weekend. Toni had packed the bags and loaded the car during an extended lunch that her promotion provided for her. The mystery leading up to this weekend had been building as Rachel kept probing and Toni kept planning. Obviously, Toni had something big planned. Thus, on the Friday before the weekend, Rachel had done as her lover had instructed. She had put on the incredible, exaggerated PEM of Kim Bessinger. Over the PEM Rachel had worn her merry widow with its outlandish padding, her fishnet stocking and crotch-high lace up platform boots. For her appearance at HP, Toni had laid out a very abbreviated, tailored form of her regular office garb that she was to put on over the PEM and other items. In addition, she was to wear her “Madonna” mask while at her workstation and in the office halls.

Toni had told her that everything she did this weekend would require trust in her partner. If she wasn't dressed this way every time Toni dropped in on her, she would be spending the weekend in her own apartment by herself, not to mention putting the rest of their relationship in jeopardy.

To say the least, the effect of the whole costume was to make every pencil dick in the building mess their pants and act like a pack of hungry, horny dogs chasing a ripe bitch in heat. Even though it was Halloween and several people had decorated their workstations and worn something festive or "goblin like", what Toni made her do put her on center stage. Even Gina stopped by to pay homage at Rachel's costume court. The only thing that made the embarrassment and catcalls at all worthwhile was that the division manager presented her with a three hundred dollar check for being the most "originally dressed".

The over ripe, “Madonna” masked figure was picked up by Toni in front of the building at 4:00 P.M. Even at that late date the whistles and hoots continued from a chorus of onlookers. When Rachel closed the door to the car, she said, "I'm glad that is over," and she reached up to pull off the “Madonna” Mask.

"What are you doing?" asked Toni.

"I'm taking off this “Madonna” mask," said Rachel.

"Did I tell you that you could take it off?" asked Toni.

"No, but I assumed that we were going to have a drink at the Sunset Bar before we went to dinner."

"Even if we are, who said I wasn't going there with Madonna?"

"Then what are we doing?" asked the image of “Madonna”.

Toni stopped the car in the Valco Shopping Mall parking lot. She turned in her seat so that she could take the head of her masked lover in both of her hands. "I want you to listen to me very carefully, Madonna. This weekend you are not some `material girl' with a will of her own. You are my `play thing'. You are to be my living doll. I have a beautiful collection of dolls that will belong to my children. I have always taken extremely good care of my valued toys. My playthings reward me for this care by trusting whatever I do for them and to them. They never questioned my judgment or ask me questions."

"I'm to be your doll for the weekend?" probed Rachel in disbelief as she tried to adjust her vision so she could see Toni through the small pupil holes of her “Madonna” mask.

"That is the last unsolicited question I am going to permit, Doll Face. The next one will terminate our evening and will permanently damage, or maybe totally destroy our relationship," proclaimed Toni.

"That is a lot of pressure to put on a doll, Toni."

"I have faith in you, Doll. I'm trusting that you love me enough to trust me all the way. Is that clear?" asked Toni.

"I don't know how to answer that without asking a question, Toni," said Rachel while trying to get comfortable in the “Madonna” mask.

"That was good, Doll. You have my permission to ask questions that will clarify my intentions."

"What does `all the way' mean to you?" asked Rachel as she continued to re-adjust the “Madonna” mask.

"That is one of the answers that will be revealed as we go through the weekend. I'll say this much. If I want you to be my maid, you will be my maid. If I want you to be my slut, you will be my slut. If I want you to be my man, you will be my man. Do you understand, Doll?"

"That is clear enough. Sounds like a real adventure, but, what does `plaything' mean, Toni?" quizzed Rachel from behind her “Madonna” mask.

"We are going to play a lot of games. All of which are intended to test your faith and trust in me, Doll Face."

"Are they going to make me squirm like the Madonna mask is making me squirm now?"

"We will have to see if they do," said Toni.

"Sounds like you have really thought this out, Toni."

"I have, Doll Face."

"In detail?"

"In great detail with a number of alternate scenarios depending on your level of trust."

"What are we doing here, Toni?"

"We are going into the Purple Plum Sex Shoppe to pick out some thing for you to where at the Summit Inn this weekend. No more questions, for now."

Rachel knew that the Purple Plum prided itself on having the best selection of sex toys and intimate clothing in Silicon Valley. The thought of going in there as a sexy Madonna doll aroused her sexually. As Rachel began to enjoy her new found pleasure Toni reached into one of the cases on the back seat.

"I decided that I was being foolish about not letting you do your fantasy of being a man in public, so I am giving into your wish, Rachel, but the catch is that you have to be a man in drag. This means that eventually you will be double masked. You will be wearing a Madonna head over the Richard Guere head and you are to unmask during the costume contest tonight, in front of everyone. You will reveal Richard Guere's head on your exaggerated Kim Bessinger's body. For now you are to wear only the Guere head into the Purple Plum. His advance man has already called the shop and they are expecting him with his female escort for the evening. You may now take off the Madonna head."

Once again, Rachel obediently did as she was told. Being Richard Guere would be fun. He was one of her favorite actors. She had all but fallen in love with him in "Officer And A Gentleman". She had even dreamed that she was Deborah Winger and had taken the ferry to Bremerton when she had been sent to Seattle on a business trip by HP. For the moment she forgot that her Richard was in drag. "Get out of the car, Doll." Rachel got out of the car. "Take off your abbreviated working clothes and put on everything I hand you."

"I..."

"Careful, no questions, Doll," asserted Toni.

Rachel took off the suit that she already thought was too sexy, exposing the wild gear underneath. Toni handed her a flowing, wide bottom long legged pair of black shiny pants. Rachel put them on quickly being careful not to get the seven-inch heels, of the black, patent leather, crotch high boots, caught in them.

"Put on these black patent leather shoulder length gloves, Doll."

Rachel pulled them on as quickly as she could. Even though Toni had parked away from the main entrance to the mall, a small crowd of onlookers was beginning to gather and stare at the half naked, corseted Richard. Then Toni handed her a below-the-knee, long sleeve duster that matched the pants. It zipped up the front and was a size too small to accommodate her huge breasts.

"If you want a jacket, Doll, I have one for you in the trunk."

The October nip was in the air, besides a coat might hide the really large breasts. Unfortunately the tuxedo cut, fur jacket only served to make them appear larger. As she put on the jacket and hooked it closed, Toni put a collar on Richard's neck that said "Kim's Slave" on it. "Are you ready to go into the mall, Richard? Before you answer, remember a `no' will end the weekend and a `yes' will move you along on your quest."

"Yes, Toni."

"Call me, Mistress Kim, Richard."

In her hurry to get dressed in the parking lot, Rachel had not noticed that Toni had pulled on an incredibly realistic Kim Bessinger Mask.

"Yes, Mistress Kim."

"Let me make sure the voice modulator is working. I need to hear that in Richard's breathy male voice, Doll," said “Kim” in her beautiful sonorous voice. "That should do it. So what was your answer, Richard?"

"Yes, my loving Mistress Kim."

"Nice touch, Richard. Let's go to the Purple Plum and pick out the things you need to buy that are on this list. Then you will assist me in putting on my Tuxedo at President's tuxedo.

The events in the Purple Plum mirrored the shopping spree scene in the film, "Pretty Woman", where Richard Guere's character bought things to turn Julia Robert's character from a whore into a woman of distinction. Only, this time the process was to make the cross dressing Richard look more whore like with a lean towards "techno punk". Richard had to take off his TV black pants and duster and replace them with a neck high, twenty-two inch below the waist skirt, sleeveless, PVC, glow in the dark, lime green dress; a pair of glow in the dark, wild pink cuffs over the black patent leather gloves; and a four-inch, wide glow in the dark, wild pink patent leather belt. The dress was skintight and accentuated the curvaceous Richard to Jessica Rabbit dimensions.

"I want you to give him the full treatment with the other stuff on his list," insisted Kim. "Money is no object."

The staff proceeded to put the one inch long, glow in the dark, lime green eyelashes on Richard along with the matching lime green twenty-four inch long, curly, incredibly full green wig and a strapped on twelve inch glow in the dark, wild pink, dildoe between his legs. Once all the appropriate pictures of Kim and her Doll were taken, Kim had Richard put the pants, duster and jacket back on over the lime green outfit.

"Your pictures and video will be ready in a half an hour, Miss Bessinger," announced the Purple Plum's manager with pride.

"Good." Kim reached into her purse and pulled out a roll of Fifty-dollar bills. She passed one to each of the staff people who had done the dressing, make over, photos and video. "I want you to pick out for us your most extreme corset and fetish gear. Richard and I want to enjoy your selections. I also want them gift wrapped and delivered to the Summit Inn by midnight tonight."

"That will take some money," stated the store manager.

"Henry Martinez of the Rubber Girl Corporation said I was to give you this if I saw fit." She handed the manager a card. It was one of Henry's cards. "Turn it over," commanded Kim. On the back it said, "Do everything she asks, or you are fired!"

"Everything will be done on the house, Miss Bessinger. I will drive the gift wrapped boxes up to the Summit Inn myself," said the store manager.

"Good." Make sure that you do it in the outfit that duplicates, in a reverse color scheme, the one you made for Richard. I expect you to be in it when I pick up my photos."

"Thank you for choosing so tasteful an outfit, Miss Bessinger. Everything will be done as you ask. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes, you can loan us your videographer, to follow us around the mall."

"Not a problem," said the ass-kissing manager.

"Now you are ready to do a full strip tease to reveal your beautiful pink and green outfit in addition to pulling off the Madonna mask in the costume contest, Richard?"

"That will be fantastic," said “Richard” as “he” blew a kiss in the store manager's direction.

"That was very cute, Richard. You will have to be punished in some way for that. In the future you will only try to seduce the men I tell to come onto."

"I'm sorry, Mistress, Kim."

"Your apology is too little too late, Richard." Said Toni as “Kim Bessinger”.

The videographer didn't miss a beat and took video of all of these happenings.

On the way through the mall to the President's Tuxedo store, with the huge dildo swinging in her/his pants, the doll accompanied Kim as she made a detour into the Red Dog Bar. "You must be hungry, Richard. They have some great salted pretzels in here."

"What will you have, Miss Bessinger?" asked the waitress, not knowing how to address “Richard” in “his” “Madonna” drag” get-up.

"I'll have one of your Happy Hour double Margaritas. Richard will have some of your salted shrimp. He is our designated driver, so he won't be drinking."

"I saw you and Richard in a movie where you had an alcohol allergy. Is that for real?" asked the waitress.

"Yes it is. If you look to your left you will see a camera and realize that we are making the sequel to that movie right now, and if I don't get my alcohol soon, you will have an allergic reaction, Miss."

"One double Margarita, and a side of salted shrimp coming right up," said the waitress as she moved quickly towards the bar.

"Don't tell me that you are thirsty too, Richard. I saw you blow that juicy kiss to the Purple Plum's manager; remember? Let's see how good you are at coming on to the ugly old guy at the end of the bar. That should make for some great video."

The news that a movie was being made right now in the bar spread like wild fire and fans started looking for the "hidden" camera. Thinking that he had been chosen to star in a major Hollywood production, the old man at the bar played along with “Richard's” advances for a while. This embarrassed “Richard” even more than having to do it in the first place. “Kim” directed the salted shrimp and the videographer to “Richard's” location at the bar. “Richard's” humiliation and eventual rejection by the homophobic patrons at the counter saw “Kim” waving “him” back to “his” seat with “his” plate of salted shrimp.

"I'm disappointed in you Richard. I thought you could put on a better show than that. I will have to come up with something else to punish you for not trying hard enough to please me. Finish your shrimp. We have places to go and people to do."

The people at Presidents Tuxedo had “Kim's” tux altered and ready. "I'll change into it here. Did the top coat that I order also come in?"

"Yes, Miss Bessinger. Is that for you also?" asked the courteous clerk.

"Of course."

"I see."

"I will also be needing that full-length, high necked, broad shouldered, long-sleeve, shimmering gold column dress I ordered," said the latex image of “Kim Bessinger”.

"It is ready for you, Miss."

"It's not for me. It is for, Richard," announced Kim to the entire store.

"It would look better on you, Miss."

"So does the tux, but that is beside the point. The script calls for him to be in the dress."

"If you say so, Miss Bessinger."

“Kim” looked over the dress. "It is perfect. Richard put this dress on over all the other skin tight clothing you are wearing, including the duster."

Because of the light weight, opaque, skin tight format of the materials that each layer of clothing was made of, Richard did not look like he was wearing five layers of garments including the PEM. From the tuxedo shop they went to Fur's Are Us and bought a triple "X", full length, Silver Fox Fur coat that covered everything but the glow in the dark Green wig.

“Richard” put on the coat and returned with “Kim” and the videographer to the Purple Plum. The kiss ass manager was dressed as ordered, to “Kim's” disappointment. She had hope he had made a mistake so she could fire him. "I am keeping the videographer for the evening. Make sure she gets triple pay and inform her family of the opportunity she is getting."

"Very good, Miss Bessinger," said the store manager. "Amy is a great person. She will do an excellent job for you.”

"I know that already, you shit sucking fool," said Toni’s impression of “Kim Bessinger”.

"Thank you for pointing that out to me, Miss Bessinger. What else can I do for you?"

"I see you are dressed to make your delivery," observed Toni from behind her mask of “Kim Bessinger”.

"That is the truth,” confirmed the store manager.

"I want you to let each member of your staff pick out whatever they want in the store, and I want you to pay for it."

"Your word is my command," declared the store manager.

"I don't want to hear of anything happening to your staff or Mr. Martinez will hear of it."

"Nothing will happen. I promise," affirmed the store manager.

They gathered up their photos and videos and headed for their car. "Richard, I'm tired from all this shopping. It will please me if you drive us to the Summit Inn. Take the surface streets so people can stare at you as we drive by."

Just before the surface streets in Los Gatos ended in the Santa Cruz Highway, “Kim” had “Richard” pull over to the curb. "Amy?"

"Yes, Miss Bessinger."

"Do you think you could drive us the rest of the way to the Summit Inn?"

"I can do that for you. I already have enough car shots," said Amy.

"I will take a few myself, Amy while you drive. I need Richard in the back seat to perform for me."

"Very Good, Miss."

Rachel’s “Richard” impersonation got out of the car and into the back seat, while wondering what trick “Kim” had in store for “him”. Amy got into the front seat, put on her seat belt and pulled back out into traffic.

"I know we forgot to let you have a drink in the bar, Richard. Those pretzels and salted shrimp must have made you every thirsty. For your first drink of the evening, you will put this dildoe into yourself and get it as full of your cum as you can. Then you have my permission to suck on it and enjoy all of those juicy fluids. You are to repeat this process without complaint, all the way to the Summit Inn or until I tell you to stop. I will need to shoot this from as many angels as possible. Now get busy. I want to watch you enjoy your cum."

By the time they reached the Summit Inn, Richard was in simultaneous sexual ecstasy and disgust, not to mention that he was so thirsty that the brimstone of Hell would taste refreshing.

"You can stop refreshing yourself, my she/male rubber doll," commanded Kim as Amy drove up to the entrance of the bar. "Let Amy get out first so she can video tape you exiting the car and entering the bar. Make sure you get the reactions of the bar patron's to our entrance, Amy."

"I am on it, Miss Bessinger."

"Call me Kim, Amy."

"Right your are, Kim."

"You had better wear this Julia Roberts mask I brought along as a spare, so you will fit in with the theme of the evening."

"What should I wear with it?" asked Amy.

"How about that number we had the Purple Plum manager pay for?"

"It's pretty wild," observed Amy.

"Is it too wild for Julia, Amy?"

"That's right, I'll be Julia Roberts. I don't think it is too wild for her to wear, Kim," said Amy.

"Take the video of Richard becoming Madonna, as well as our entrance and then become our Julia Videographer. Later, I'll tape Julia embarrassing her cross dressing co-star, Richard."

"Sounds like a hoot," responded Amy.

"Richard, you need to stuff that green wig up inside the Madonna mask. Yes, that would look good."

"Permission to speak, Mistress Kim."

"Yes, what is it?"

"With the green wig inside the Madonna mask is very tight and unresponsive, Mistress Kim. If I wore it on top of the Madonna mask instead of under it, I would definitely look more garish and noticeable."

"That is such an ugly idea, I'm going to permit your suggestion. You had better be right or I will have to find a way to really punish you, later tonight, Richard."

"Thank you, Mistress Kim."

The obedient, submissive “Richard” took off the lime green wig, and put it back on after he had become “Madonna”. "You were right, Madonna. You are so ugly; you look perfect. Except for that huge dildoe, no one will suspect you are a real sissy drag queen until we unmask the Madonna layer, including the gold column dress. Make sure that you keep that dildoe hidden between your legs at all times."

"But, Mistress....."

"Are you trying to end our evening before it starts?"

"No Mistress Kim."

"Then you have said enough, Madonna. It is time for your entrance."

"Thank you again, Mistress Kim for preventing me from making a mistake."

"See that it doesn't happen again."

"Yes, Mistress Kim."

The entrance of “Madonna” and “Kim” was most warmly received by the regulars who used the Sunset Bar of the Summit Inn as the hub of their social life. They immediately started a pool to see which one of the women they could get to go with them to dinner. When “Julia” joined “Kim” and “Madonna” after changing and checking their coats, the pool to see who was going to score, doubled.

"You are to agree to eat with as many of your suitors as I tell you to, Madonna. For now, you are to be a real `material girl' and ask for bribes. I want to see how high you can get these fools to go. If the pool is large enough, we could get a big chunk of it and defray some of our costume costs. If you want Julia, you can try for some of the loot too."

"This is going to be wild, Kim," said “Julia”.

"Madonna, don't you agree with Julia?" asked “Kim”.

"I can't wait to see how much I can get, Kim," responded “Madonna”.

"That's my good little cross dresser."

"I must admit that I'm not sure that I will be able to get anything, Mistress Kim," continued the “Material Girl”.

"You look marvelous, just marvelous and ugly, you sweet thing. Just think how embarrassed they will all be when they find out that they all competed for the affections of a man. That should put a crimp into their pool and keep you going as well. Stand up now. Wiggle that touché. Blow them one of your kisses. That ought to heat things up. Maybe they will buy you something to drink."

Out of thirst, the “Material Girl” started to put on a show that “Julia” and “Kim” backed-up to the disco sound system of the Sunset Bar. The place came alive and pulsated with competing suitors. "Pump it up a notch my, sleazy doll faced sex toy," commanded “Kim” as “Madonna” bumped and ground to the rhythmic thumping of the music, while trying to stop the huge glowing dildoe from swinging between her legs.

The hoots and catcalls from the bar's regulars drove the pool to new heights. As the first suitor got up enough nerve to approach the “Material Girl”, she said, "Promise me a drink, dinner and the entire amount of money that the boys in the pool have bet on me, and I'm yours for the night after the costume contest."

"Are you serious?" asked the virile young man."

"Do Alligators have teeth?"

"I swear on my mother's soul, you can have the whole shooting match, baby. You won't regret this moment for the rest of your life. I'll do almost anything you ask for a night with you."

"Anything?" asked the “Material Girl” as Rachel got into the power of her image.

"Anything!" panted the turned on suitor.

"Start by promising at the top of your voice, in front of the entire bar, to make passionate love to me for the entire night, but don't do that until you have ordered my drink."

"What do you want?"

"A cherry flavored Crystal Geyser Soda. Make it a double. Your demonstration of love will heat me up to boiling. I need the soda to keep my cool."

"You got it, Babie!" shouted the suitor. "Wouldn't you like something stronger?"

"The strength of your love is all I need." came back the image of “Madonna” in her sluttiest voice.

"I'm going to make the most passionate love to you that this mountain has ever seen! I'm going to rock your world for the entire night."

"Ride her hard, Roy!" shouted a bar mate.

"I knew Roy was our man!" cheered another.

"Keep it up, Roy!" chimed in a third bar mate.

Roy returned with her drink and drinks for Kim and Julia as well as a second suitor stepped forward and said to the Material Girl, "I don't know what Roy promised ya, sweet thing, but I'll double it."

"Keep your eye on Bill, Guys. He is on the prod now." said the cheerleader from Bill's section of the bar.

"Don't write checks your body can't pay, Bill." said Roy.

"I'll meet the highest bid and throw two hundred extra into the pool life, Madonna, just to shut these coots up," screamed Sam.

"You show'em how it is done, Sam."

"You got her now, Sam."

"Kiss her for me, Sam."

Seeing that no one tried to out bid Sam, “Madonna” pronounced, "Sam is my Man. Pay up boys. Sam is taking me to dinner."

"Not so fast. We want a chance at the other two!" shouted the leader of the group that sponsored Roy. The pool started up again and the bidding began in earnest for “Julia”, with “Julia” following “Madonna's” pattern and a New suitor named Norman stepping up with the highest bid. The third pool found Roy finally getting “Kim” as his date. All told, the evening had profited the three women better than six thousand dollars and they hadn't eaten dinner yet. They put their winnings in the bar's safe and went to dinner with, Sam, Norman and Roy. The dinner ended about nine forty-five and the Halloween Party was well under way in the Grand Ballroom.

Even with the three woman's invitations, the men had to purchase masks and costumes to get into the ball. “Kim” picked out the “Diana Ross” and the “Supremes” masks and costumes for them to wear. At first Roy balked at the idea of being “Diana Ross”, but when his group told him that they had bet that he would do it, he got into the spirit of the event.

The entrance of the “Supremes” and the three latex stars all but stopped the dance in some parts of the ballroom. The room was lavishly decorated with helium filled bats, fiberglass spider webs, carved pumpkins from the pumpkin carving contest, scary mannequins and robotic coffins. The huge black and orange balloons rose from cornucopias on each table. The participants were all in great costumes, from the traditional Halloween witches, devils, skeletons, and vampires; to Pharaohs and Arab dancing girls.

There was also the usual assortment of Playboy Bunnies, Maids, Nurses, Star Wars creatures, six-packs of sodas, bunches of grapes, cartoon characters and Flashers. In this assortment were the costumes that wanted to see others rather than be noticed themselves. They wanted to be recognized by their dates. Since the Ball was sponsored by Rubber Girl Fantasies Inc., the latex fetishists were out in full force, adding a festive element to the ball. Then there were those dressed as celebrities and stars whose personal identities had been totally obliterated.

The building's multi-tracked sound system blared forth the band's great music. The band sounded like the "Backstreet Boys", but since they were all dressed in matching Marilyn Monroe masks and costumes, no one was sure who was playing the great sounds.

By the entrance there was a panel of judges that decided which category your costume was to be listed in for the contest. Ideally, four to five contestants would be chosen as finalists in each category. Through audience applause and acclamation, the winners of each group would be announced. Each contestant could only be in one category. The categories were: most traditional, most creative, best star, best latex costume, best group, and best couple. Then from the six prizewinners of each category, the audience was to pick a grand prizewinner. The grand prize was an all expense paid ski trip to Whistler Mountain in British Columbia, Canada, including the airfare and the millennium New Years Costume Party with the Stars, sponsored by Rubber Girl Inc. The prize also had a thousand dollar cash award that could be doubled if they wanted to shop with it in the Rubber Girl Fantasy stores.

In the "group" category, the participants had to put on some kind of act and list it on their entry form. “Kim” put down that “Madonna” was a cross-dressing “Richard Guere” and that he was going to strip and reveal his lavish cross-dressed outfit for his act. The judges told “Kim”, that the group category almost always took the grand prize and that if “Julia” and “Kim” also stripped with “Richard” or they stripped each other, that they would probably take both the group prize and the grand prize.

"I game for that if you are, Kim," said Amy. "We would only strip off our dresses. All our gloves, boots and underwear would stay on."

"What would be the order, Amy?" asked the judge.

"Madonna would video Kim doing me and then me doing Kim. Then I could video Kim doing Madonna. Richard as Madonna should go last and we would be the build up."

"Sounds like a plan. Does the band know any sexy stripping music?" inquired “Kim”.

"I'm sure they do. Every drummer I know can do the traditional stripping drum beat if nothing else. So the order will be Kim by Julia, Julia by Kim, and Madonna to Richard, by Kim."

"Yes," confirmed Toni from within her “Kim Bessinger” mask and costume.

"If you do it right, guy and girls, that will be some show," stated the judge.

"We hope so too," commented Amy’s latex version of “Julia Roberts”.

The costume contest started a ten thirty. The three men as the Supremes were chosen as finalists in the star category, because they didn't want to perform. Kim, Madonna, and Julia were chosen as finalists in the group category. The title of their group was, "The Star Strippers". Right off the top, all of the finalists were given free drinks and brunch coupons at the Summit Dining Room.

A huge werewolf took first prize in the most traditional category. The woman wearing this costume also wore the giant hairy claws that she operated from inside the fore arms. The feet turned out to be Sheet rock hanger stilts that added eighteen inches to her height. Several of the men who voted for her said that they had been to the men's restroom with her on several occasions. They had assumed because of the height that the werewolf was male. She won a free weekend at the Summit Inn resort and Hotel and fifty dollars spending money at the Summit’s shopping Complex.

First prize in the most creative category went to one of the locals, dressed as a talking and singing Christmas Tree. The total costume was almost ten feet tall, and four foot wide at the bottom row of branches. The woman wearing this costume couldn't sit down or go to the rest room for the entire evening. She also won a free weekend at the Summit Inn Resort and Hotel and one hundred dollars spending money in the Summit’s shopping complex.

The Best star category had ten finalists and a runoff between, the top four. They were a man dressed and masked as “Marilyn Monroe”; a man dressed and masked as “Clint Eastwood”; a woman as “Tootsie”; and a man dressed and masked as “Geena Davis”. That resulted in a tie between “Marilyn” and “Tootsie”. A second runoff also resulted in a tie, with the men voting for “Marilyn” and the women in the crowd voting for “Tootsie”. The winners of this categorical tie were each awarded a free weekend at the Summit and fifty dollars spending money in the Summit’s shopping mall.

The woman dressed as a full body phallus covered by a six-foot condom took the best latex costume. Attached to each foot was a testicle. She received such an ovation when she went to the stage that three of the other finalists in this category just sat down. She got the one hundred dollars and a free weekend at the Summit Inn Resort and Hotel. Best couple was the “Frankenstein Monster” and the “Bride of Frankenstein”. The couple turned out to cross-dressed with the “bride” being the man and the woman being the “groom”. Most of the crowd found it hard to believed that they had been fooled for the entire evening, although there were some no it alls that claimed they knew it was a cross-dressed couple the whole time. This couple, like the other categories won a free weekend at the Summit Inn Resort and Hotel, but they also received an additional two hundred dollars in spending money at the Summit Inn’s shopping complex.

Then the show started. There were only four groups that elected to do something to be eligible for the performing group category. The “Supremes” declined the invitation to perform and the “Fruit of the Loom” boys didn’t have and act. Thus, both were disqualified. The "Andrew sisters" sang the "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy". The "Blow-up Boys and Girls" inflated and deflated each other. The man and women who did a cross-dressed "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" sang "Whistle While You Work". "Snow White" had a great deep voice that made the audience howl with joy. The last group was Toni as “Kim; Rachel as “Richard” and double masked as “Richard” playing “Madonna”, and Amy doing “Julia”. The called their act "The Star Strippers."

The "Marilyns" (The House Band) did know David Rose's "The Stripper" and when the music started up and “Julia
began to take “Kim's” dress off the audience came apart and security got nervous. The ovation continued as “Kim” helped “Julia” out of her dress. But the absolute show stopper was the glow in the dark pink, pulsating, twelve inch phallus they bought at the Purple Plum and Toni had attached to “Richard's” PEM. As “Julia” took off “Madonna's” green wig and “Kim” took off her mask, “Richard” let the phallus rise by squeezing “his” inner thighs together. While the giant phallus was really obvious in the tight shimmering gold column dress, the squeezing activity drove Rachel mad with sexual desire. Toni’s “Kim” routine helped “Richard” out of the gold column dress as well as the black duster and wide legged pants to reveal the patent leather glow in the dark pink outfit. Amy’s “Julia” impersonation put the glowing green wig back on “Richard” while “Kim” made love to “his” phallus. The crowd went into stunned silence when they realized the “Madonna” was a man, making them wonder if the other two were men too. Then “Julia” took off her mask for a few moments to show that she was a genetic female and finally “Kim” took off hers momentarily. The applause in the place was deafening.

The other finalists conceded that the “Star Stripper” act was not only the best group, but also the grand prizewinners. Toni, Amy and “Richard” (Rachel, still in disguise) each received a free weekend at the Summit Inn Resort and Hotel, as well as three hundred dollars each spending money at the Summit Inn’s shopping complex, in addition to the Whistler Mountain ski package and the thousand dollars grand prize. This brought their total cash earnings for the evening to thirty-eight hundred dollars. The Whistler trip was valued at two thousand eight hundred dollars.

After the contest, Toni put "Richard's" “Madonna” mask back on “him”. Toni put “Kim” back on herself and Amy went back to being “Julia”. The head judge gave them their prizes and told them about the doubling coupons if they chose to spend their cash in the Rubber Girl Fantasy Stores. Toni saw to it that Amy got the Whistler trip, a thousand dollars of their cash winnings, and some of the doubling coupons. Toni kept the two thousand and change that remained of the cash, the rest of the doubling coupons, the six hundred in cash at the Summit Mall and their two free weekends at the Summit Inn Resort and Hotel for Rachel and her. Shortly after the photo session for the management with the winners of the contest “Kim” and “Madonna” took “Julia” out to the Shuttle to San Jose. “Kim” gave the driver an extra twenty to take Amy directly back to her car at the Valco Shopping Mall.

"How do I get the Julia head back to you, Kim?" asked the latex “Julia”.

"Keep Julia as my gift to you, Amy. You really earned it. Besides you will probably need it for the costume New Years Ball at Whistler Mountain."

"I don't know how to thank you for the trip and everything," said Amy through “Julia’s lips.

"Just keep in touch. I and Madonna had a lot of fun tonight."

"So did I," responded “Julia”.

"Thanks for all the great video and participation. We will send you a copy to your apartment," said Toni from behind her “Kim Bessinger” disguise.

"I will be looking forward to seeing it and sharing it with my boy friend," said Amy’s impersonation of “Julia Roberts”.

"Will he be going with you to Whistler?" asked “Kim”.

"I don't know. I think I may be looking for someone to really step out with. My current boyfriend can be abusive and he likes to `see other people'," stated “Julia”.

"Have you told him that you wanted this to stop?" probed “Kim”.

"Yes, but I think he is the way he is. The best thing for me to do is to find a gentleman like Roy," said Amy as “Julia”.

"Now your thinking. Use what you have to upgrade whenever you can," advised “Kim”.

"I'll give it my best shot, Kim. Call me soon, if you need a videographer for anything," suggested “Julia”.

"Let me give you one of Henry Martinez's card. He is looking for a gifted videographer for his film company. Call him and tell him that Toni sent you. I'll also keep you in mind for our nuptials," stated “Kim” in an off hand manner.

"Are you guys getting married?" asked Amy as “Julia”.

"There is always a possibility," said “Kim” with a serious voice.

"Wild. Just wild. Don't forget me," said “Julia” as she got on the shuttle.

"We won't," responded “Kim”.

"Bye. Tonight was the all time best time of my life, guys," shouted Julia out of the van window as the shuttle started to pull away.

What was Toni as “Kim Bessinger” talking about? What were these "nuptials" she referred to? How could they get married? California still did recognize same sex marriages. Was Toni planning to marry some person that Rachel didn't know about? Was this evening a way of preparing for the eventual dumping of her lover? Did she dare ask a question about these questions? Rachel was a quandary of perplexing thought behind her double mask setup.

"Why are you being quiet, Madonna? Are you keeping secrets from me again?" asked “Kim”.

"No Mistress, Kim. You hadn't given me permission to speak."

"I see. That was a very clever and devious response. Are you saying I can't tell when you are keeping secrets?"

"No, Mistress Kim.

"Then do you have secret thoughts?" pressed Toni in her dominant “Mistress Kim” role.

"Yes, Mistress Kim."

"I will have to punish you for lying to me. Now what are your secret thoughts, slut?"

"How could we get married if that is what you are planning? Or, are you planning to marry some person that I don't know about? Are you doing this build up to dump me?"

"I can't believe you insecurity, Madonna."

"Your statements to Julia scared me, Mistress Kim."

"How dare you question my credibility and trustworthiness? I am not sensing any trust here, Madonna. I may have to tie you to a bed post all night."

"Please, Mistress. I'm just trying to please you," said the double masked Rachel.

"Are you asking for mercy when all you show me is a sluttish low level disrespect?" asked “Kim”

"I didn't mean to, Mistress."

"But you did, you tramp. How can I tell you my inner most thoughts when all you think about is how to disrespect me?" probed “Mistress Kim”.

"But I'm not!" whined “Madonna”.

"Are you calling me a liar too?" asked the image of “Kim Bessinger”.

"No Mistress, I love you."

"You have a funny way of showing it. You look cold. Let's go back into the ballroom and get our coats so we can walk to our cabin."

"Thank you for you thoughtfulness, Mistress Kim.

As they walked back to their table to get their things, the other patrons congratulated them on their winnings and told them how much they enjoyed their performance. Behind her mask, Toni was proud of the way Rachel was submitting and trusting. A few more unreasonable and embarrassing tests and she would know that Rachel was the one person that she could totally reveal herself to.

The “Supremes” were still at the table and were sad to see that “Julia” had left. They were also embarrassed at the fools they had made of themselves over “Richard”, but were thrilled about having such a good time anyway. “Kim” reached into her purse and pulled out a large tube of lubricant and three red rubbers. Richard wants you to fuck him in the ass big time boys. You better take your chance now. After all you paid for it."

"Where do we get to do this?" asked “Diana”.

"In the handicap stall of the woman's lounge of course," informed “Kim”.

"As much as I want to, I think I will pass," stated “Diana”.

"How about you Stan?"

"I'm on."

"Norman?"

“Whatever Stan can do, I can do better."

"Then take your prize into the Women's lounge and do your thing," declared “Mistress Kim”.

"Mistress, I..."

"Richard, you have been begging for this all night and you know it," declared “Mistress Kim”.

"But Mistress, I..."

"Do you want to undo all the progress you have made?"

"No Mistress."

"Then take care of Stan and Norman. I'll stay with the real gentleman here and entertain, Diana," said “Kim”.

Rachel couldn't believe that Toni was testing her to this extreme. What Toni had to reveal to Rachel must be something that was totally unbelievable.

“Kim” passed the time with “Diana” while “Madonna” took care of “Stan” and “Norman”. When they came out of the lounge, “Kim” and “Madonna” said their good nights and left the “Supremes” as they started to scheme on the girls who had arrived at the party as a six-pack of beer. Luckily for the “Supremes”, the six-pack was down to three cans by this time in the night.

“Kim” and “Madonna” walked back to their cabin on the view side of the Summit Inn Resort and Hotel for what Rachel hoped would be a change in her status, but when “Mistress Kim” opened the door and Rachel saw all of the items that the manager of the Purple Plum had delivered and set up for them, she was afraid that things for her could only get worse. How much more of this would she have to take? When would Toni know that she could be trusted with her inner most thoughts?

CHAPTER THREE

"Take off that ridiculous mask of Madonna and that hideous green wig, Richard," commanded Toni in her role of “Mistress Kim”.

“Richard” did as “he” was told.

"You were fantastic the way you hung in there, Richard. Now it is your turn. Trade costumes with me."

"Why are we doing this now?" asked Rachel trough her double mask setup.

"You are not the person that wants to be fucked in the ass by a real man, but you have proven that you can take it, Rachel. Now let's see if you can give it as well," said Toni as she began to remove her “Kim Bessinger” costume.

"I don't want to do this, Toni. Some of the stuff we have done so far this weekend has actually scared me," admitted Rachel through her double masked setup.

"There is no adventure or a need to trust without the sense of risk or implied danger, Rachel."

"Well if it were up to me, I would stop now," said Rachel.

"I thought you wanted to be the man in control, Rachel," declared Toni as she continued removing her costume.

"I've changed my mind, Toni," stated Rachel’s impersonation of “Richard Guere”.

"Why?" probed Toni after removing her “Kim Bessinger” mask.

"I don't know, I just have," proclaimed “Richard’s” latex image.

"I think you are in denial, lover,” suggested Toni..

"I'm not," assured Rachel’s double masked being.

"Look, I know you want to be Richard, but now I want you to be Richard," announced Toni.

"Well maybe you are right about that, Toni,” admitted Rachel’s impersonation of “Richard Guere”.

"Rachel, you remind me of the Atheist's tomb stone in Ripley's Believe or Not Museum."

"Why is that, Toni?"

"The tomb stone read: `here I lie. All dressed up, and no place to go’," quoted Toni.

"I don't get it, Toni, but I just don't know what to do."

"That just told me that you know I'm right? Trust me go with the flow. You'll get there and love it," pleaded Toni.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?" said Rachel while caving into Toni’s pleadings for some weird and unknown reason. Rachel felt compelled to cave in, but she also felt violated by the process.

"As Richard, I wanted you to use all these toys on me. It is your last test," announced Toni as she unlocked the slave collar from Rachel's neck and unzipped the “Richard Guere” mask.

"I'll do it with your Tina mask, Toni, but if you are going to be Richard, I want to be called Toni. Is that all right with you?" probed Rachel.

"That's not my plan, Rachel, but that is an interesting twist,” suggested Toni.

"Trust me to decide when I want to be Richard. I promise I will do what you ask some time this weekend, Toni."

"Your driving now, Rachel," said Toni as she reached for the “Richard Guere” mask and pulled it on over her own head and locked the slave collar around her neck.

"Aren't you trusting that I will unlock that for you, Richard?" asked Rachel.

"Yes."

"What if I don't, Richard?" asked Rachel.

"Then you don't."

"That is a lot of trust," declared Rachel.

"I trust you all the way, Rachel. Test me. I have no bounds with you. When we have gone to the limit I will reveal myself and trust you can take it as I am prepared to take you."

"Then prepare for the night of your life, Richard. I have dreamed of you fucking me for years!" shouted Rachel as her mood changed and she finished pulling on and adjusting the “Tina” mask. “But first, put that Kim Bessinger mask back on over the Richard mask. I want you to double mask too. Strip to your underwear and then put on the full length fox fir." Toni’s “Richard” obediently did what “he” was told. Then Toni put on the tuxedo that her version “Kim” had been wearing. "All right as Kim and Toni, we are going back to the party. You liked Roy. I want him to have a chance with you."

"Thank you Mistress, Tina," said the real Toni in her forced double masked setup.

"I'm Toni, now, slut, and don't you forget it until I tell you it is okay to forget it," said Rachel in her new “Toni” role.

"I'll remember, Mistress Toni. I see you have learned well," said the real Toni from behind her double disguise.

"You don't see anything yet, Slut. Before this night is over you will beg to reveal your inner most thoughts to me."

"Thank you, Mistress Toni. I hope you can make me do that," said the real Toni as she adjusted to her new double masking setup.

"Are you doubting my ability, Slave Slut?" asked Rachel’s “Toni” impersonation in a commanding voice.

"No Mistress. Never will I do that."

"Then let's go see if you can get lucky with Roy. I know you wanted him as either Diana, or himself."

"You are to good to me. Mistress."

When they returned to the dance, two of the six-pack cans were dancing with the “Supremes”. Roy as “Diana Ross” was sitting at the table with the one remaining "Can". When he saw "Kim" returning to the dance a large smile crossed the face of his “Diana Ross” mask.

"I brought her back for you, Roy," announced Toni. "She feels that you should have your chance with her. She enjoyed her conversations with you so much."

"I dreamed of this moment all evening, Kim," said Roy as “Diana Ross”. "Let's dance."

"Sounds like fun, Diana," said the real Toni as “Kim”.

"Let me take off your coat," offered “Diana Ross”.

"I think I had better keep the fir on, Diana. I have a surprise for you underneath it."

"I'll stay here with the Can, Roy," stated Rachel as “Toni”.

"That Toni is a great friend, Kim," said “Diana” as they moved out onto the dance floor.

"I know. I love her very much, but she wants me to be with you for now."

"I thank my lucky stars for that," said Roy in his best “Diana Ross” impersonation.

“Why is that, Diana?” asked the double masked Toni.

"Would you mind if I stayed as Diana Ross with you, if and when we do it?" asked Roy as “Diana Ross”.

"Why?"

"I don't know it would just be really different, and to be honest, I could win a few bets. So do you mind?" asked the latex “Diana Ross”

"Not at all. In fact I would prefer it," said the real Toni through her double mask setup.

"Do you still have the lubricant and rubbers in your bag?" asked Diana”

"Yes I do, Diana."

"Can my buddies watch so I can collect my bets, Kim?" asked the latex “Diana”.

"If that is the way you want it, Diana."

"After a couple of dances we should probably head off to the Ladies room," suggested Roy in his role of “Diana Ross”.

"That would be nice. I'm hardly wearing anything under my coat," said “Kim” romantically. "How are your buddies going to watch us in there?"

"Good question. I'll have to think of some other place."

They danced for a couple more songs and the band announced its final break for the night. "Let's go out to Lover's Point," directed “Diana Ross”. "With your fur as a shield we could have a good time and I could recoup some of my loses for the night. Doing it as Diana will also help," continued Roy’s “Diana Ross” impersonation as they left the dance and started down the path to Lover's Point.

"I'm glad I can help you out, Roy. You are the only gentlewoman in the bunch," said Toni’s Kim.

"The guys will probably want to take video," who had taken his mask off to make sure that he could see the path in the outdoor lighting of the resort.

"Whatever you want, Roy. I am in a mask and you have earned it."

"You are a real sport, Kim. I would never have thought I would find a woman as great as you. Will I ever get to see you again?"

"What do you do Roy?"

"I own Siliconic Productions. It is a small corporate web site producer."

"Great. I'm going to give you the number of my boss. He is looking for linkages to companies like yours," stated “Kim” as she gave Roy one of Henry Martinez's cards.

"Is this the real thing, or just a line?" asked Roy.

"That is the girl's line, Roy."

"Well a a guy is using it now, Kim."

"It is definitely the real thing, Roy."

"I heard of Rubber Girl Fantasies Inc. They own this place and are the sponsors of the Ball."

"And they made the costume you are wearing," added Toni as “Kim”.

"Who do I say referred me?” asked Roy as he put back on the “Diana Ross” mask.

"Tell them Toni sent you. She has more drag than I do."

"Can I have your number? I think I want to know the real you behind that mask," said “Diana”.

"Sure. Call this number and ask for Amy. I will be expecting your call," said Toni’s double masked reality why pretending to be Amy.

"You will get it. And I will still respect you in the morning," said Roy’s “Diana Ross”.

"That sounds like the lyric from one of Diana's biggest hits, `Trust me in the morning, then just walk a way'."

"You sang that very well," said “Diana” as they finished the last few steps walked through the clear cold October air to the Point.

"Don't you think this is a romantic spot, Kim, or is it Amy?"

"It's just beautiful, and so are you, but for tonight call me Kim, Diana," replied “Kim”.

"Thank you, I think, Kim," declared “Diana”.

"Put a lot of lubricant on, Honey. I want your rubberized hot rod to glide as smooth as a missile through the stratosphere," said Toni’s double masked character.

"You really know how to turn a girl on, Kim," joked “Diana”.

"I am learning as much as I can from you, Diana. Let me hold the rail so I can bend over and get my ass in a perfect position for you. Please be as gentile as I know you can, Diana."

“Diana Ross's hot large, well-lubricated, rubber coated rod penetrated “Kim's” ass like a cold steel knife through warm butter. “Kim” reached into the front of her coat and played with herself and came simultaneously with “Diana's” pulsating, thrusting cum. "I want to kiss your ass, Amy," said “Diana” breathlessly.

"I already told you not to call me Amy until and if we talk to each other tomorrow, Diana. Tonight belongs to Diana and Kim. Don't spoil the fantasy."

"Sorry, Kim. I still want to kiss your smooth, perfect ass. You are the best." Roy’ Diana Ross impression leaned down and kissed and fondled Toni’s double masked impersonation of “Kim Bessinger’ perfect ass while Toni giggled behind her double mask.

As Toni regained her composure, she said through her double mask setup, "So are you, Diana. Let's get back to the dance. I'm sure that your buddies got all the video they need to document and pay up on your bet."

"Is there a chance that I could get you to go home with me tonight?" asked Roy’s “Diana”.

"I'm here with Toni, remember?" probed the real double masked Toni.

"Can't shoot a girl for trying," said “Diana” with a chuckle.

"I would love to help you out, but Toni and I have some unfinished business. Tomorrow we can start out fresh. If you lose my number or call me after ten in the morning, just call the Purple Plum in the Valco shopping Center and ask for me."

"Maybe I could take you out to lunch and/or dinner tomorrow," proposed Roy’s “Diana”.

"If we do dinner, I'll be Julia Roberts and you stay Diana Ross. Okay?"

"Just as long as we get to us soon," said “Diana”.

"That will happen, Honey. I need a date for the weekend at Whistler Mountain," said “Kim” as she gave “Diana's” gloved hand a squeeze.

"That's New Years, isn't it, Kim?"

"Yes, is that a problem for you, Diana?"

"It's not anymore," said “Diana” as they reentered the ballroom.

They danced their way back to the table and sat down. The "Can" had gone home with the other members of the pack. "Looks like the two of you have started something going," said Rachel as “Toni”.

"Amy, I mean Kim, is the best," said Roy’s “Diana”.

"Is the how you feel, Amy, I mean, Kim?" inquired Rachel from behind her “Toni” mask.

"I need to make sure the people at the Purple Plum know I am expecting a call from Roy, I mean Diana," said “Kim”.

"I'll let the manager know on his voice mail," said “Toni”.

"Good idea," responded “Kim”. "Diana wants me to go home with him."

"Will that help you win another bet, Diana?" asked Rachel as “Toni”.

"In all honesty, it sure will. I'll even be ahead from the money I spent for this costume. I'll be the Summit’s Champion of Love for a least a week, maybe more at my place of work. And, I might be out of circulation for a while if Amy, uh Kim here, is as cool as she seems."

"Then take her home with you, Diana. I'll pick her up at about two in the morning," said the real Rachel in her “Toni” while the real Toni doing “Rachel” as “Kim” did a double take of surprise to of the real Rachel's suggestion.

"No need. Once they see me turn the lights out they will leave after about fifteen minutes," stated Roy’s “Diana”. "I'll bring her back to the Summit Inn at about one thirty, so she can get her beauty sleep. That will also give me sometime to plan out the rest of our weekend."

"Then, you do that. I'll leave the porch light on and call the store's hot line," said Rachel in her “Toni” mask. She then turned to the real double masked Toni and said, “I told you that Roy was a gentleman, Amy, I mean Kim..”

Rachel’s “Toni” went back to the room and called the real Amy. The phone rang about ten times and Rachel as “Toni” was just about to hang up when Amy answered in an angry voice.

"Hello, who is this? It better not be you again, Fortune. I told you not to call me this late. Besides we are through. I had to work tonight and you paid me back by going out with that dumb Ramona."

"Hold on, Amy. It's Toni, not Ramona or Fortune," said Rachel through “Toni's” face, remembering the Amy hadn't really met Rachel.

"I'm sorry, I had a fight with my now ex-boy friend, Fortune. I don't care what he promises this time, I'm not going back to him, Toni."

"Sounds like you have definitely made up your mind, Amy."

"That is for sure. I'm done with him," asserted Amy.

"Good for you, Amy. Nobody should have to put up with an abusive, cheating dog."

"You are so absolutely right, Toni. But now I'm really going to have to find some one new for that New Years Whistler Mountain trip."

"It's all taken care of, Amy. Do you remember Roy Aguilar?" probed Rachel’s “Toni”.

"You mean that big Chicano Hunk we met at the Summit Bar?" asked Amy.

"Yes."

"Didn't he do Diana Ross at the party?" quizzed Amy.

"Yes."

"With my luck, he is probably some poor slug," said Amy.

"He is very well off and looking for love, Amy."

"You're kidding."

"No I'm not. Kim has fixed it so that he thinks you were Kim. He is expecting to go out with you as Julia for dinner tomorrow night and will contact you tomorrow at the Purple Plum to confirm."

"For reals?" inquired Amy.

"Yes."

"That is completely and positively wild." responded Amy.

"He also wants to go with you to lunch, Dinner and Whistler Mountain for New Years."

"Far out,” commented Amy.

"Say no to lunch and yes to dinner and Whistler, Amy."

"Why no lunch?"

"You don't want to appear too eager. He is already primed and wants you in the worst way. He doesn't need a push."

"You are so smart about this stuff, Toni,” said Amy.

As Rachel thought about how ironic that comment was, she said, "I try. Have him meet you somewhere in the mall, like the Red Dog Saloon where you videotaped us. He thinks he is with you right now as Kim. We are helping him to win all of his bets, so he will definitely have some money to spend on you for dinner tomorrow."

"You guys are to much," commented Amy.

"You did us a really good turn too, Amy. Just remember this for tomorrow. Roy as Diana Ross fucked you in the ass at Lover's Point. You were wearing the long fox fir with very little under it. For a change of pace, tomorrow you want to be Julia. You might use some of your Rubber Girl doubling coupons to buy a Kim Bessinger mask in case he wants to see it or do something with you in it."

"Boy, it sounds like I had a wild night. No wonder he wants me. Seems like you are bound and determined to keep my fantasy going,” said Amy.

"We are just getting you jump started and giving Roy a push in the right direction. The rest is up to you, Amy."

"Thanks. I won't disappoint you. I hope Roy will like me."

"He already does," stated Rachel as “Toni”. "Call me and let me know how it all works out."

"That's a bet, Toni. Thanks again, Toni."

"You are most welcome. Bye and sweet dreams."

"For sure. Bye," said Amy.

Rachel in her “Toni” persona eventually went back to her room at the Summit Inn Hotel and Resort. Once there and after drinking a refreshing soda, she laid out the corsets and discipline gear she was going to have “Richard” wear when she gave “him” the privilege of fucking her. Rachel’s Toni definitely was going to have to punish “him” for being such a little tramp for Roy. "Can you imagine going home with him as Diana Ross on their first date?" asked Rachel of “Toni's” reflection in the Cabin's full-length wardrobe door mirror. She made sure the porch light was on and lay down on the big king-size bed to take a nap. She loved how she could hear the sound of her breathing in the silence of the cabin. The rhythm was almost hypnotic.

The next thing that Rachel as “Toni” was aware of, is that it was dawn and her slave, “Richard”, was laying next to her in all of the gear that she had laid out for him. She was proud of the way “he” had done it without being asked. “He” would really go all the way for her, but she wanted to push “him” to fulfill her fantasies a little more before she let up on “Richard”. "She shook him violently and yelled in “his” masked ear, "What the hell do you mean by staying out all night and then sneaking into my bed like nothing happened, you filthy slut?"

"What was that, Dear?" asked the latex “Richard Guere.

"You heard me, Slut. Put on your Maid's outfit, rub my back and then bathe me. If you do that right I will let you fuck me until I can't move. Then you will get me breakfast."

"Thank you Mistress for letting me serve you," said “Richard” humbly as he put on the maid's uniform over his heavily corseted body.

"Don't you have anything to say in you defense?"

"No Mistress."

"Aren't you glad that I allowed you to help Amy and Roy get together?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Why aren't you rubbing my back, already?"

"Sorry, Mistress. But you are still in your tuxedo."

"Then take it off of me, Slut. I'm going to have to fuck you in the butt for not noticing that sooner."

"Thank you, Mistress." The maid took off "Toni's" tuxedo, rubbed her back, and fucked Rachel’s “Toni” persona until Rachel Inner thighs and abdomen screamed for release. Once Rachel’s Toni” finally recovered from this reality, “Richard” took the session in his ass without so much as a whimper, and then went to get "Toni's" breakfast. While Rachel as "Toni" ate, the maid had to do a fetish fashion show for “his” Mistress. Then “Richard” was forced to press "Toni's" tuxedo and shine "Toni's" boots. The sex slave was worn out from all of “his” chores, but "Mistress Toni" seemed to care less. In Rachel’s erotic mind, there was more erotic and sexual playing to come, no matter what was her slave's state of exhaustion.

"Where is your green wig, slut?"

"In its box, Mistress."

"Are you ready to tell me what I need to know?"

"Not quite yet mistress. You haven't worked out all of your fantasies on me yet."

"Take off the maid's uniform and put on your green outfit and wig and go get me lunch."

"Yes, mistress. May I get something for myself? I didn't eat any breakfast."

"Drink some water. The dieting will purge you some more."

"Thank you for caring for me so much, Mistress."

The real Toni as “Richard” in “his” glowing green and pink outfit picked up "Toni's" lunch order and brought it back to the cabin. "While I am eating I want you to take off that bright green and pink outfit and put on your lavender bathing suit. I also want you to put on your lavender-bathing cap over your green hair. Once you have it on, use the ice bucket to go out to the ice machine and fill the bathtub with ice. That exercise will probably heat you up, so I want you to lie down in the ice filled tub to cool off. If you do that right I have another fun thing for you to play with.

"Is that all, Mistress?"

"We will see. I don't want to crowd in on that thought filled, sluttish, tiny brain of yours, Richard."

"Thank you again, Mistress. You have finally started showing me how much you love me."

"Shut your sluttish mouth until I tell you to speak. Nobody admires an ass kisser or a smart ass. Now, hurry up. I have things to do and fantasies to fulfill."

"Yes, Mistress."

“Richard” dressed as “he” was ordered and then began the embarrassing walks to the ice machine to get ice to fill the tub. After “he” exhausted the machine closest to the cabin, “he” had to walk in the other direction about twice a far to avail “himself” of another ice machine. When that machine emptied “Richard” returned to the first one and emptied it again. "The two ice machines nearest the cabin are out of ice for the moment, Mistress," said Richard.

"Do you know where a third one is?"

"No, Mistress."

"Let me see if there is enough to cool you down. That looks fine. Take off you boots and climb into the tub. Once you have cooled enough, I will let you dress me and take me to dinner in Santa Cruz."

"Thank you, Mistress.

The ice bath was refreshing at first, but when parts of his body cooled to the point where his PEM ran out of energy, the real Toni began to go numb inside of the PEM.

"Come out here, Slut. You are having too much fun in your wonderful ice bath. I have something that ought to give you something to think about while we are at dinner. The latex image of “Richard Guere” shivered into the room. "Are your feet dry?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Then put your boots back on, come over here turn away from me and bend over." “Richard” again, did exactly as he was told. "That is perfect and your ass is so nice and clean. Spread those cheeks a little more, my weekend bimbo." Rachel’s “Toni” placed a large glob of lubricant in and up the latex “Richard Guere's” clean, pink ass, and then inserted a long thin remote controlled vibrator into “his” ass and taped the cheeks shut. "Now that is what I call being a real anal retentive, Richard. It stays that way until you swear to tell me what I need to know. Let see, does this feel as good as I think it will?"

"Yehhhhs, Miiistress. It feeeeels wooondeerrfuuul,” said “Richard” as “he” came to full attention.

"Good. All right it is time for you to go back to being Kim Bessinger and for me to become Richard the Gentleman. Let me undo your collar. And, remember that every time you don't please me, you will feel this," said Rachel’s “Toni” as she gave the real Toni’s “Richard Guere” another jolt and took off “Tina's” mask and prepared to become “Richard”. "Put the Richard head on me and then put me into the tuxedo."

"Yes, Mistress," responded “Richard” as “he” quickly took off “his” head and became Toni temporarily. Again the real Toni did everything she was commanded to do, including becoming “Kim Bessinger” again.

"I liked that gold column dress. Put it on and show me how it fits you. It is a little too tight. Good. It makes your sluttish figure go way over the top. That is what you get for eating so much. Maybe you need a little shock therapy to remind you of what a pig you are for not sharing your thoughts me." The latex image of “Kim Bessinger” actually started to dance to endure the stimulation of the vibrator. "No one said your could dance. Stand still, or I will turn up the juice." “Kim Bessinger” forced herself to rigid attention. "That's better. Now put on your Fox Fur and drive me to Malio's for dinner."

"Master Richard?"

"I like the sound of that. You may speak, Slut."

"Master Richard could you please turn down the vibrator a little. I won't be able to drive you safely this way."

"Very well. But if you displease me you will get it full blast during dinner."

"Thank you, Master Richard."

The drive and the dinner were both romantic and uneventful. The clear early November night made the Pacific Ocean look like black glass under the Santa Cruz Municipal Pier. While “Master Richard” enjoyed a full double lobster tail dinner with wine, “Kim Bessinger” dieted on a small dinner salad and ice water. "Smile, Kim. Act like this is exactly how you dreamed it," commanded Rachel as “Richard”. The “Master” only had to use the vibrator once during dinner when “Kim” wasn't catering to “him” enough. When they got back to the cabin, “Richard” turned the vibrator on low and left it there. “Kim” was so horny, she could have fucked a legion of ugly, greasy fat men, for starters. "Come sit next to me an watch the fire Kim. When I am ready, I will fuck you to satisfy this fantasy and then you will tell me what I need to know."

"We will have to be naked to the skin for that to happen, Master. No PEMS, no nothing," said “Kim’s” image.

"Good."

The beautiful couple sat before the old stone fireplace and took in the romance of the dancing flames. "Do you want Richard to fuck Kim, now, right her in front of this beautiful fire." inquired Rachel as “Richard”.

"That will be very romantic, Master." The couple finally completed Rachel's deepest fantasy. Her “Richard” made love to the beautiful sexy “Kim”. “Richard” came until “his” thighs and abdomen cramped again in total ecstasy. “Kim” hugged “him” in the joy of the moment as the vibrator ran out of batteries and gave her some relief. "When we get up in the morning, Kim, we will strip to the skin. For now I am content to be here with you as we are."

"If that pleases you, Master Richard, it is fine with me."

In the morning Rachel’s “Richard” awoke next to “his” beautiful “Kim Bessinger”. The fire had burned down and the chilled morning air of November gave a crisp frosty feel to the cabin on the edge of the buff above the sea. The latex image of “Richard Guere” started a new fire with the last of the coals and some paper. As the warmth began to fill the cabin, the image of the latex “Kim Bessinger” started to stir in the sheets of the giant bed.

"Could you untape my ass so I could use the bathroom, Richard?" asked “Kim” sweetly.

"Sure, Honey. I would have done it earlier, but I didn't want wake you."

"After I use the bathroom could we order in breakfast before we do anything else? That dinner salad was all I ate yesterday and I'm starving."

"I have a bottle of Champagne here, Kim. Let's drink that for breakfast. I know how alcohol loosens your tongue and you have a lot to tell me."

"All right, but I still want that breakfast."

"After I am told what you have build up to for the past two months."

"It has been a lot longer than that, Rachel."

"How long has it been for you, Toni?"

"About two years."

"We have only known each other about seven months, Toni."

"Pour that champagne into a big glass. I have to go to the bathroom for a moment. May I take the vibrator out?"

"I'll do it when you return to bed. When do I get to hear that story you keep promising me?"

"This is a long story and one I have been dying to tell you for the longest time," said “Kim” as she went into the bathroom. “Maybe you had better take off that Richard Guere mask.”

"Okay, I'm ready. Should I be sitting down?" asked Rachel’s “Richard” as Toni’s “Kim” returned from the bathroom and “Richard” removed the defunct vibrator.

"You probably should sit down after you put another log on the fire. Thank you for taking out the vibrator, Lover. I don't know how some people seem to like them so much," said Toni’s “Kim”.

"I like them, Honey, but for now I want to hear that story."

“Let’s take the Richard and Kim masks off.”

“I really don’t want too, said Rachael’s “Richard” impersonation.

“Fair is fair, Richard. "Remember, I wanted to eat first. If you get hungry in the middle and stop me to take off these masks, that is a far as I will go with my story," asserted Toni.

"All right. Let's order breakfast and fill our stomachs. And then we can take off our masks.”

“That is a little bit fairer, Richard.” While Toni’s Kim ordered breakfast, “Richard” used the bathroom.

It sounds like we are in for a long siege, Toni. Remember we have to be out of the room by two in the afternoon."

"I should be done before lunch, Richard. I can start the story once breakfast arrives."

“That sounds in order, but I have waited for so long, I can wait until after Kim and Richard have had their breakfast,” said Rachel’s “Richard” image.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes I am, but thanks in advance for letting me fulfill my Richard Guere fantasy.”

Once they finished their breakfast and the cabin had warmed up they sat by the window that overlooked the Monterey Bay Rachel took off her “Richard mask and unlocked Toni’s “Kim” mask. It this juncture the real Toni started the story for real. "About two years ago, I met you at the wedding of your sister and a cousin of mind."

"You were at Ramon's and Marie's wedding?" asked Rachel.

"Yes and I listened to your man hating, maid of honor stories,” said Toni.

"I don't remember you, but I remember those stories,” sated Rachel.

"Your Tia Chavala noticed how I listened to you. When you went to catch the bridal bouquet she took me aside and told me what she wished and dreamed for you. She told me about her John Bo and how she was dying of the same cancer that killed him. I told her about the masking bit with my sister and she hatched this scheme to help you find the love of your life. You see, Chavala was convince from the first moment she saw us together that we were to be bound together as eternal soul mates. Are you listening to all this?"

"Yes, Toni, but I'm still trying to find you in my memories of my sister's wedding."

"I'm there. You will see me very soon now."

"Chavala's idea was to get me to work with you and share her death with you. She wanted you to spend time with me in all sorts of traditional and off beat situations."

"Is that what this last weekend has been about?"

"Yes."

"Chavala prepared and coached me on all of your likes and dislikes. She had me read your college papers, diaries and letters. She even had me modify my fantasy room in my workshop according to her specifications."

"I thought you said you built that room for your sister."

"I did, but I upgraded the programs to meet Chavala's specifications."

"Why did you do all of that?"

"Because in some strange way it was like almost being with you. I even took a leave from Rubber Girl to work as an intern at HP so I could be near you."

"Then you were an industrial spy."

"No. I never took anything I did at HP back to Rubber Girl. Mr. Martinez was very clear on that."

"So there was a script that you and my Tia hatched?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe she had you read my papers and diaries," Declared Rachel.

"She did it so I could be with you when you weren't ready for me. I almost died when you started up with Rosa. I even became her and went to Golden Gate Park and the Ripley Museum on the Cal Train with you."

"That was Rosa's and my last real adventure. It almost made me keep going with her, even after that dinner fiasco."

"I was worried that might happen, and I was prepared to meet you again to break it off with you."

"No wonder Rosa went weird on me when I called her the last time and referred to that trip. You and My Tia had no right to mess with me like that."

"It wasn't all negative like you think, Rachel. We wanted the best for you and Chavala just wanted to give you a little push like we did for Amy."

"I don't need a push,” proclaimed Rachel.

"Then why were you afraid about becoming the "maiden aunt" and wanted to have my baby when you know it is genetically impossible?"

"Chavala told you about that too?"

"She told me everything. It gave her last months of her life a real meaning. She loved you more than you will ever know, Rachel. She made me her living memory so she could watch you marry and rear a family. That is my purpose now," declared Toni.

"So I suppose you have some guy lined up for me the way you lined up Roy Aguilar for Amy."

"Something like that. Take off that Richard outfit, Rachel. We promised to be naked when we got to the heart of this discussion."

"You mean we aren't at the heart of it now?" asked Rachel.

"Not even close, but we have surrounded it and the mule has kicked over the pot of gold."

"That sounds familiar," said Rachel.

"It should," responded Toni.

"At your sister's wedding you said that a mule had a better chance of kicking over a pot of gold than you had of finding your life mate and lover."

"That's where that was from. Where you really there or did my Tia tell you about that too?" probed Rachel.

"No, I confess I heard you say that. In fact, I was standing right behind you the way I am now. You felt a chill in the room an asked if someone could help you with your drape."

"I hated that drape. It made us all look like old maids. That must have happened, because I remember saying that, but I can't see you doing it," declared Rachel.

"I was standing right behind you, Rache."

"Only my Tia dared call me Rache."

"I whispered in your ear, `love is just around the corner, Rache'."

"I remember that and now I remember someone getting that shawl for me, but when I turned around no one was there and it spooked me to no end because I could see my Tia laughing at me from across the room."

"I was just around the corner, Rache, but you couldn't see me because you didn't want to. I had to become what you wanted to see."

"I still don't get it, Toni."

"Let's finish making you totally naked. Do you remember our first night together and your dream?"

"I think so," said Rachel while standing in front of Toni in her birthday suit..

"Close your eyes and see if this refreshes your confused memory." Toni fingered Rachel's naked pussy ever so gently and all her body hair assumed the polymotor response."

"That was you touching me?"

"Yes, Rache. It is your turn to undress me, my sweetest lover."

Rachel took off the column dress that fit her loose and Toni tight. Next she removed the corset that bound Toni's figure. She removed her “Kim Bessinger” PEM, revealing Toni's curvaceous figure. "Okay, we are skin to skin Toni and I am still not seeing anything I don't already know."

"Look harder, Rache," exhorted Toni.

"What am I looking for, Toni?"

"Me, Rache! Me!"

"Okay I see you, I have seen you totally naked at least one hundred times," proclaimed Rachel.

"You have never seen me naked."

"I'm looking at you naked now, Toni!"

"No you aren't, Rache. You are looking for the parts and missing the whole. Touch me as I am touching you," said Toni as she started to finger her lover again.

"Oh Toni, that feels so good. You will never know how good that feels to me," cooed Rachel as she started fingering Toni.

"I know that, Rache."

"Doesn't that make you feel all yummy inside?" asked Rachel?

"It makes me horny, but not `yummy inside', Rache."

"That is weird, Toni."

"What would be weird is if it did make me all yummy inside, Rache. Keep touching my skin. What do you feel?"

"What should I be feeling?" asked Rachel.

"Think of the sum of what you know. Don't just see the parts," exhorted Toni.

"That sounds like that stuff you were talking about and working on to make that artificial skin. Whatever happened to that project, Toni?"

"I did it. They say it has a million uses. Rubber Girl has contracted to use the joint patents I have on it."

"Why joint?"

"Henry Martinez and I are equal partners on it."

"What does that have to do with us, Toni?"

"I'm wearing it now, Rache."

"That is fantastic. How long have you been wearing it?"

"Since the day before you first met me at HP," announced Toni.

"Even when I first went to your apartment/workshop?" asked Rachel.

"Yes," responded Toni.

"But why?" probed Rachel.

“It wanted to prove something about some of the HP hiring practices. And, I wanted to prove just how incredible this product is,” answered Toni.

“Have you made your point?” questioned Rachel.

“I think the data is almost conclusive, but that is not the real reason I kept on wearing it,” confessed Toni.

“What was this real reason?” quizzed Rachel.

“Your Tia said it was the only way you would ever see me for me, Rachel. I came to realize that it was the only way I could become what you needed me to be."

"Are you telling me that I have never seen the real you?"

"No. You have seen the real me, but you never saw the real me. In addition to that, you have never, ever, seen me naked," announced Toni to Rachel’s disbelief.

"But you are naked now," said Rachel.

"No I'm not. The whole of me is completely and totally, pardon the redundancy, absolutely covered,” proclaimed Toni.

"Wow. But, you said you were Tina's twin. I have seen Tina's picture at your folk's house when we took care of it for them last July."

"I am her twin, but you are still missing the element of the incongruent in the make-up of the whole, Rache."

"You aren't asking me to believe that you used to be Tina’s twin brother and that you had your self surgically altered to be exactly like her and that somehow my Tia convinced you that this was how to make me love you?"

"No, I'm not asking you to believe that. I'm asking you to trust me as I trust you," said Toni.

"I already do, Toni."

"Here. Touch me right here at the base of my skull. Do you feel that bump?" said Toni as she took Rachel's hand and raised it up to the top of her neck about an inch above the hairline.

"Yes," confirmed Rachel.

"Push in and down on it."

As Rachel pushed in and down on the bump, the back of the PEM split open down the length of Toni’s spine. "Oh my God!" said Rachel as she jumped backwards. "What is that?"

"That is what Henry and I call a magnetic zipper. Once it is fully closed, you can't find the seam. Touch what we call `the circuit freezer' and it releases the zipper," explained Toni.

"I can't believe it. You have been wearing a bodysuit with me all these months and I never guessed. You must have thought I was a royal fool," declared Rachel.

"I thought nothing of a sort, Rachel. Besides, this is no ordinary body suit. It is the next generation of the PEM realities,” suggested Toni.

"Boy, you and Henry, not to mention my Tia must have had lots of laughs at my expense," said Rachel as she shook her head from side to side.

"It wasn't like that at all, Rache."

"Here I thought I was training you and helping you out and all time you were taking me for a ride," declared Rachel as she felt more and more betrayed and violated. “What gives you the right to preach to me about trust? You live in a world based entirely upon deception.”

"I never took you any place you didn't want to go, Rachel. Before you say something that you will regret, just slow down and think about that, for a minute,” suggested Toni.

"I don't know Toni, or whoever you really are."

"Yes you do. Spread the seam apart so I can get out of this PEM," said Toni with a calm and controlled voice.

"I'm scared, Toni. I don't know if I want to look," stated Rachel.

"Just remember that the person wearing the PEM is the person you love. He has just been around the corner all of your life,” said Toni.

"I don't know."

"Trust our love, Rache. I am," said Toni

"Okay," said Rachel with a big sigh. "Here goes nothing."

She helped Antonio to strip totally naked. He turned around to face her. The first thing she saw was he huge male organ. "That was you fucking me in my dreams!” exclaimed Rachel.

"Yes, Rachel. You are the best I have ever had," declared the totally unmasked Antonio.

Rachel let her big brown eyes drift up to his. “I know you. You are Ramon's cousin. I think I went to your sister's funeral as part of the extended family entourage."

"Yes you did," confirmed the naked Antonio.

"I should have guessed," said Rachel.

"I thought you would," admitted Antonio.

"But that suit and mask are just too good," proclaimed Rachel.

"I guess that is a complement to my skills and those of the Rubber Girl technicians," responded Antonio.

"Antonio. That is your name, right?"

"Don't wear it out, Rachel."

"Antonio, I'm still a little pissed off with you, but I must confess that I do love you. I can still hear your whisper. That was the smile on my Tia's face. That is what her note meant. The meaning was everywhere and I couldn't see it,” realized Rachel.

"I know. You have no idea how you frustrated me," said Antonio.

"Make me a baby, Antonio."

"Don't you think we ought to get married first?” asked Antonio. “The Summit Inn property has a beautiful little wedding chapel up the canyon in a pristine old growth redwood grove."

"I know that, Antonio. My sister wanted to be married in it, but she was pregnant and it was all booked up."

"It is not booked up for me. We can have it as early as next weekend," stated Antonio.

"Make me a baby, Antonio,” demanded Rachel for a second time. “I want you right now."

"We have to check out by two, Rache," teased Antonio.

"You tell the owner that if he wants to keep using your invention that he should let us have an extra day," responded Rachel to Antonio’s tease.

"Then my secret is okay with you?" probed Antonio.

"It is better than okay, Antonio. I'm getting my best girl friend and male lover all in one package. I think we better have a double ceremony so I can marry both of you," proposed Rachel.

“Is that a proposal, Rachel?” asked Antonio.

“I guess that it is, Toni/Antonio.”

"I love you, Rache. I think that double marriage is a great idea," admitted Antonio.

"I'm just getting started, Toni/Antonio. Just wait until you see what I want you to wear on one of our wedding days,” said Rachel with a mischievous twinkle in her big brown eyes.