A
MASKING EXPERIENCE STORY
AUTHOR’S NOTES: in this copyrighted, two part, novelette, Valentine’s Day is shown to be a holiday that is perceived as a wonderful time for the renewing of love or starting a romance, but when masking is involved and the maskers are also into gender bending, all bets are off. As is the style that has become this series of stories, real happenings and places are liberally mixed with fantasy. Special thanks needs to be given to Tanya who inspired a good portion of the writing in this novelette by dressing as and acting out the various female and cross-dressed roles that make up the fabric of the plot and sub plots.
Fantasies
can be a real bitch, even when they come true.
Or maybe I should say especially when they come true. There is always the unplanned or dreamed of
element that gives the fantasy a life of its own as it births its way into
reality. But before I get into that
tale I need to state that I think that masks and the whole fantasy process of
masking have always fascinated me, but when you add in the art of love making
in an alter ego I become obsessed. In
fact, I am into the idea of creating and being in a total disguise during an
act of seduction and sex.
Until
the last twelve to thirteen months, this was my ultimate masked fantasy. By masked fantasy I mean totally changing
your race, culture, size, shape and gender.
From what I have read on female masking, most writers believe that this
type of masking is mostly a guy fantasy world, but I have never seen it that
way, especially when trying to create a special treat for your lover on
Valentine’s Day. For me, saying that
female masking is the exclusive domain of males is just another one of those
sexist assumptions that makes our culture so loaded with gender biases and
Valentine’s Day is high up on that bias list as well.
Masking
is fun and it is about time that women claim their rightful domain as the real
queens of the female masking world. Just like so many other things in our modern culture, masking
doesn’t have to be male oriented or transgender male to female just because men
claim that they are better than women are when it comes to masking. Why should men reserve to themselves all the
fun things in life like masking and dominate the themes of festivals like
Valentine’s Day?
After
all, who died and made men the lords of the earth and the kings of joy? Besides, aren’t many women the people in our
modern society who mask their faces on a daily basis with a variety of liners,
blushes, powders, pancakes, oils, brushes and lipsticks? Aren’t we the ones that are the masters at
using Cupid’s slings and arrows? In
case there is any doubt, I am here to tell men that women are the superior beings
on this earthly plane and especially in the realm of cross-gender masking. After all is said and done, we are better
endowed with more of the basic physical equipment.
Having
said all that, I need to add that I don’t remember a time in my life when I
didn’t have a desire to try on and wear masks.
It seemed to me like a natural thing for a girl to do. And, when I say masks, I don’t mean just the
simple hard plastic Halloween or Carnival face masks, but the elaborate whole
head latex masks. I also have a thing
for wearing rubber hoods and gasmasks.
My beautiful lily white skinned Stepmother said that my fascination for
masks and masking came out of the fact that I was always the tallest and
ugliest girl in the neighborhood.
Of
course, I have just enough self-esteem to reject the notion that I am ugly, but
if I were being totally honest with myself, without a major make over and lots
of make-up, I guess that I am kind of plain.
As an adult I filled out a lot, but I am still taller and larger framed
than the average woman at five-feet eleven-inches. Actually, I have come to treasure my well-chiseled frame and I
have learned that tall and shapely can be a really valuable attribute, but I am
jumping way ahead of myself in the telling of this masking experience story.
The
members of my family have always told me that my father had adopted me, because
I tower over my half-sisters and female cousins, but on the other hand, I look
like a clone of my maternal grandmother.
She was also dark skinned and tall like me. I remember going to her funeral with my Dad when I was ten years
old. My Stepmother didn’t like me
spending time with my Grandmother because she was always filling my head with
stories about my biological mother and the dreams that she had for me.
From
some old pictures that I found buried in the attic I discovered that my
biological mother was tall too. Maybe
if she had lived, my life and outlook would be different, but then those big
“ifs” are always messing up our lives, goals and desires. For better or for worse, my Grandmother’s
look and stories became even more important to me as I stumbled through my
adolescent years.
None of
my peers in school had anything good to say about my appearance. I guess that in farm country they would have
called me a plow girl. Actually that
was muted and genteel to some of the things I was called. I found that I enjoyed sports with the boys
more than playing with girls and I got a lot of hazing for that. Even though I am considered large for my gender
by most standards of beauty, I am very agile and well coordinated. The only advantage to all of this was that I
was really good at sports and won a full-ride soccer scholarship to my local
university.
None of
my half-sisters went to college any longer than it took to hook husbands and my
kid sisters were a couple of high school sluts. By the time that they reached their late teens my two
half-brothers were taller than I was, but they had trouble finishing high
school and went to work as laborers for my Dad’s construction business. My Dad was fond of saying that the two of
them put together weren’t worth half of the price of one of his other workers.
It was
while I was in college that both my gender confusion and my masking desires
found roots and took off. The men never
seemed to come onto me like you read about in those romance novels and as I
became more educated, athletic and cultured, most men that I met seemed to be
unworthy of my attention. They always seemed to be more interested in what my
body could do for them than who I was.
With great regularity, these patterns seemed to start with how much they
wanted to be wrapped up in my long and powerful legs. Don’t get me wrong, I like men as long as they stay in their
place, but as romantic partners they never really existed for me.
When I
was in junior high I hated having to go to the school dances because the boy’s
noses were just about high enough to be stuck between my ample tits. High school was also a social bust for me. It was a good thing that I had my sporting
activities to provide me with a social life, albeit that it was always
associated with team activities and limited by my part time job and household
chores. All of these realities made any
kind of romantic festival like Valentine’s Day a time of sadness and loneliness
until I started combining them with my female masking games.
My
Stepmother said that if wasn’t for my round hips and ample tits that I would
have made a fairly ugly and muscular boy.
She wasn’t timid about adding that I had the grace and movement of a
bull in a china shop. But then she made
racist and sexist remarks like those about most women of color. I didn’t know
what she was really thinking because at the time, I believed that all of her
children were half Spic too, as she often put it. At least she didn’t call me a drugged out whore like she claimed
that my biological mother was.
On this
topic my Stepmother said that my biological mother was pregnant by the time she
was fifteen and that she and my Father had to get married. To hear my stepmother tell it, she had
rescued my Father when her Dad had given him a job after my biological mother
allegedly died of a drug overdose. I
guess that my Dad was pretty smart because he had risen through the ranks of
the business to successfully run my Step Grandfather’s large construction
firm.
Other
than a meal ticket and/or a career opportunity, as a teenager, I didn’t know
what in all tar nation my father ever saw in that bitchy, but beautiful woman
that he picked to be my Stepmother. I
have to admit that she still has enough ambition, fortitude and balls to drive
a herd of water starved cattle past an effervescent water hole on the hottest
day of the year without stopping for any kind of drink. Very likely, when my father married my
conniving Stepmother, like most “normal” men, he was thinking with his little
head instead of his big one.
When
the opportunity to leave home and go away to college happened for me, I jumped
at the chance. As part of my college general
education requirements I took a class in theatrical make-up. The courses’ female teacher was a fabulous
artist and I found that I had a real creative eye and flare for sculpture. Professor Helena was the most beautiful
woman that I had seen to that time. She
was perfect in every way. She reminded
me of a very pretty and feminine Julia Roberts. She was definitely way out of my class, but I wanted to be just
like her.
However,
other than my class work, Professor Helena never even seemed to notice me. In addition, the rest of the art world/scene
seemed so plastic to me. Thus, with the
exception of two sculpting classes, instead of taking more art classes and
signing up for an art major, I continued in college with my major in physical
education and a double minor in business and accounting.
Sculpting
became a real hobby and by the time I was a senior in college and twenty-one, I
had fifteen wonderful masks in my collection. There were Vampires, Devils,
Witches, movie stars and celebrities.
My only criterion for a mask to be part of my full head latex collection
was that it had to be female. I even
entered a couple of my heads into a college art exhibit hoping that Professor
Helena would take some interest in my work, but while she told me that I had a
real talent and imagination, nothing else came of that.
To my
surprise, it was in my senior year that men finally seemed to notice the really
feminine realities of my athletic body, but by then, male things and men in
general, including masking with and for them, just didn’t turn me on. This is
not to say that I didn’t go out on some dates with male jocks, but nothing ever
developed from those efforts. During a
couple of my very private masking sessions, I even toyed with the idea of
playing a man with some of my masking talents, but I didn’t have any masks in
my collection that I felt that I could wear as an alternate male identity on a
regular basis.
I also
toyed with the idea of crossing racial lines into the white world, but when I
tried that idea I realized that would require torso/body suit development. So,
I put that idea on hold as well. For
the most part I was satisfied with keeping my mask collection in nondescript
boxes in the back of the large storage closet in my room. I would take them out and play with them
when I was alone. Not even my female
roommates knew about my secret masking life accept for the fact they thought
that Halloween was my favorite holiday.
I never told them that Valentine’s Day was really my favorite holiday and
that the idea of being a sexy female and/or male Cupid really turned me
on. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to
bring off this concept.
Then,
late one night I was surfing around on the Internet after I had completed a
major term paper for my final senior project, I stumbled straight to the realm
of the unexpected. It was close to the
end of my last semester in college as an undergraduate. I was so wound-up that I couldn’t
sleep. The thought of graduating from
college and going out into the real world of a career and work was unsettling
to me. As usual I slid around through
the masked websites and Yahoo Groups.
Then one of the link pages I found mask maker who claimed that she could
make any female concept into a high quality, custom fit latex mask. The phone
number attached to the Website turned out to be local so I called the next day.
“Rubber Realities,” purred a strictly feminine voice. “Dizzy, speaking. Your fantasy is our reality.” How can we service you?”
I was
so glad that I was speaking to a woman.
As I mentioned before, the female mask-making world is so cluttered with
men. “Yes, Dizzy. I found your Website
last night on the Internet and wanted to know what your prices were?"
“We
don’t post a price list on the web because the price of our work all depends
upon what you want, Miss. May have your
real name for our records?”
“I want
you to make me a Caucasian female torso and head for a Valentines Day prank.”
“Could
I have your real name first?” asked Dizzy.
“Sure
thing. I’m sorry. My name is Desiree Cabrillo.”
“Okay,
Miss. Cabrillo. I don’t think that we
have made a unit specifically aimed at Valentine’s Day, but we have made dozens
of specialized torso and mask units for many other settings. Occasionally the client has used them to
cross gender and racial lines. What
would you like to look like or do you even have a specific image in mind?”
probed Dizzy.
“Could
you turn me into an incredibly sexy and voluptuous redheaded Geena Davis or
Julia Roberts type for Valentine’s Day?”
“That
is interesting. At first, I thought
that you wanted us to turn you into Cupid,” declared Dizzy. “Valentines can be such a romantic time.”
“I
hadn’t thought about that as an idea.
Romance wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I guess that could be an
option as well.”
“If we
make Julia or Geena for you, do you want to be an exact replica of Geena Davis
or Julia Roberts or something that could pass for Geena Davis or Julia Robert’s
stunt double as part of this Valentine’s Day prank?” inquired Dizzy.
“I
think that the ‘something like’ Geena is more what I am looking for. I have always considered Geena Davis and
Julia Roberts beautiful women and I would just die to look like I was related
to either one or both of them.”
“I hear
you loud and clear, Miss Cabrillo. That
is a smart way to approach this, Miss.
How tall are you?” asked Dizzy.
“I am
five feet eleven and a half inches tall.”
“Then
that shouldn’t be any problem at all since Geena Davis and Julia Roberts are
both tall women. Are you a Trannie or a
real girl?” probed Dizzy.
“I am
all girl from the point of conception in my mother’s womb. Why, is that a problem?”
“Not at
all. In fact, that reality will make
our job a lot easier,” stated Dizzy.
“It is just that often being all girl and/or woman is more of a state of
mind than a physical reality in the world of masks and masking. I have known a lot of genetic females who
aren’t women in mind or attitude and I have also met a like number of genetic males
who really are women in their heads.”
I
answered this interesting and unusual explanation by saying, “That is
fascinating, but I can assure you that the last time I checked, I was both
mentally and physically a female.”
“That
is all that I needed to hear, Miss Cabrillo,” stated Dizzy. “We have made several Geena Davis and Julia
Roberts units for their stunt doubles.
We may even have a couple of the basic stunt double units left in the
storage area. What specific features
would you like us to assign to this Geena Davis and/or Julia Roberts torso and
mask?”
"Creamy
skin, sparkling blue eyes, long, auburn hair and…”
“Do you
want the hair to be, like, Big Hair? Teased up? Bouffant? Both Julia Roberts and Geena Davis wear a
whole variety of hair styles.”
“I like
them best in long curly locks like the ones that Geena Davis wore for her role
in Cut Throat Island. Is that
doable?”
“That
is no problem either. What else would
you like?” probed Dizzy.
“Full
dark red lips, tubes in the nose that will go up into the nostrils, mouth that
moves with my mouth, and it must also have matching hands with long dark red
fingernails.”
“It
sounds to me like you know quite a bit about mask making,” declared Dizzy.
“I took
a couple of sculpting classes in college and I have a well hidden, but
extensive collection of female masks.
My collection, including the masks that I have poured, is mostly of the
slush latex variety. I don’t
particularly like the feel of the foam latex creations.
“That
is interesting. It is nice to work with someone that knows the difference
between foam and slush latex. All of
our stuff uses slush latex,” declared Dizzy.
“As
much as I like the female masks in my hidden collection, none of them appear to
have the quality of Rubber Realities’ work.”
“Thanks
for the compliment, Desiree. Our
facilities are out in the open and are probably a lot more extensive than the
portable one that can be taken down and hidden away. How large do you want Miss Davis’ tits to be?” inquired Dizzy.
“Pardon
me?”
“Well
you said voluptuous and that means different things to different people,”
explained Dizzy.
“Right. I want them to be really large and
soft. Would that be out of character?”
“Are
you large and soft?” probed Dizzy.
“No one
has ever complained, but then I never have thought that my chest was one of my
best attributes.”
“Well
we get many female clients that use our prosthetic breasts as a kind of trial
run to see if they want to have their tits surgically altered. Would you like to be larger than you
currently are?” asked Dizzy.
“My
image of the perfect woman has tits that are larger than mine so I think I will
still go with the large and soft image.”
“Good
choice, Desiree. Do you want just
gloves or do you want us to make arms that are part of this Julia Roberts
and/or Geena Davis mask and torso?”
“What
would look better, Dizzy?”
“Arms
that are attached to the torso will look more natural, but are harder to move
in. However, after a little effort and
practice most of our customers seem to prefer the attached units,” declared Dizzy.
“If you are changing your body’s skin color then you will need to attach the
arms and consider some leg and feet units as well.”
“Then
make the arms part of the torso. I will
give the leg units some thought. I
could always wear opaque stockings.”
“All
right! You sound like a client who knows what she wants! Is this mask/torso unit for you or a sexual
partner?” inquired Dizzy.
“It is
for me at the moment, but I am hoping to have you make a second one for a
partner if everything works out for me on Valentine’s Day.”
“Excellent. Our prices per suit and mask are better when
we are making more than one,” stated Dizzy.
“How thick do you want the latex to be?”
“I want
it to look real.”
“I know
that, but real as in doll like or real as in second skin. The last mode is almost undetectable once
you are dressed and have your make-up on,” stated Dizzy. “Some of our clients claim to spend hours at
a time in them at parties and other activities. Of course that type unit is also a little more fragile and
expensive.”
“I have
several masks that already give me the ‘Doll’ look, so I guess I want the
second configuration.”
“Then
we will need to schedule an appointment for the casting of your chest and arms
and to take measurements of your head.
I will make an effort to wear one of our living mask and body units when
you arrive. When can you come in?"
“I
guess I could come in today after my classes if you aren't too busy.”
“Can
you be more specific with a time, Miss Cabrillo?”
“How
about one-thirty?”
“That
would be fine. Do you know where we are
located?”
“I
pulled up the directions on Map Quest,” said Desiree
“Great. Then the image of a Miss Penelope Cruz
look-a-like will be waiting to assist you with your masked Valentine fantasy at
one-thirty this afternoon. If you want,
we can get started today. The cost per
suit on a two-suit deal will be $1,000.00. We'll need 50% down to get started,
cash only and the rest when the masks and torsos are complete. If you decide on the leg and foot units the
cost will be $250.00 extra. Is that
okay?”
“I hope
so. I will have to check on my
finances, Dizzy.”
“Will
you need some extra time to do that?” probed Dizzy.
“That
would be a good idea,” responded Miss Cabrillo.
“Then
we will push our appointment back to two o’clock so that you can go to the
bank,” declared Dizzy.
“Can I
pay my total bill today? I don’t like
having fiscal obligations hanging over my head,” admitted Desiree Cabrillo.
“That
would be terrific, Miss. Cabrillo. Miss
Cruz will be all fired up and ready to assist you at two,” declared Dizzy.
I could
barely keep my mind on my class work and getting to the bank seemed to take
forever. My mother had seen to it that
I had a large college trust fund before she had died. My Stepmother’s take on this was that it was dirty drug and slut
money that should have gone to serving her children’s needs. I guess my mother really did have some hopes
and dreams for me like my Grandmother had told me, but my father never shared
those notions with me. I had been very careful with those funds and shopped
around for as many bargains as I could find.
I even called the accounts my car fund because when I graduated I
planned to buy a car with whatever was left of my trust fund after I paid off
all of my college debts.
My
roommates in college said that I had the stereotype “Cinderella” personality
and profile. I guess I was the family
laughing stock even though I was the only girl in my family to finish college. And then, Prince Charming had never charmed
his way into my life. As I stood in
that long line at the bank, I wondered if Cinderella was a closet lesbian
too? That bank line almost stretched
into eternity. It seemed like I had
picked the day when every little old lady for a hundred miles had come in with
their penny banks, but I finally got my money and drove over to Rubber
Realities by two p.m.
The
shop was located in a windowless and secured industrial complex known for small
computer R and D firms. The place
certainly had a low profile. The sign
on the door made the place look like it made rubber insulators for computer
hardware. I parked my old motor scooter
and went in. A lovely and courteous
female resembling Miss Penelope Cruz was sitting at the reception desk as
promised. If this were a prototype
and/or quality of the masks and torsos like the one that I wanted to order,
then I would definitely have to scrape up the money for another one.
Pictures
and portraits of satisfied customers wearing their incredible masks and suits
hung on the wall behind the reception desk.
I wished that some of the photographs had shown before and after shots
so that I could have seen just how much of a transformation was created by the
Rubber Reality suits and masks. To be honest, most of the photos looked so real
that the small entry office of Rubber Realities looked more like a movie
agent’s gallery of famous stars.
“Miss
Cruz” was on the phone and waived a big “hello” to me and pointed to a seat as
she said, “We still have about thirty gallons of untinted latex. That should see us through the end of the
week, but I will need another order by next Tuesday for that new action
thriller starring Sigorney Weaver. That
reminds me, can you include ten pairs of yellow cougar eyes in that order? I
will also need two pairs of red, two pairs of brown, and two pairs of
green. I think I'm okay on everything
else. Send it priority UPS. I like the guy that does their deliveries to
this building.”
As she
hung up her phone, I said, “You look fabulous, Miss Cruz. That business suit that you are wearing is
so tastefully done.”
“Thanks
for those flattering words, but I always get that reaction when I wear this
mask, torso and costume. The men go
bonkers for it. They can be such
disgusting pigs at times, but then they pay out the big money that keeps this
business a going concern. You must be
Desiree Cabrillo. Call me Dizzy. Every one does. So you want a complete Geena Davis/Julia Roberts mask and torso?”
“Yes, I
most certainly do.”
“Have
you decided to add the legs as well, Desiree?”
“Do you
think that I need them?”
“If you
want to be a Geena Davis/Julia Roberts look-a-like you need to be all the same
color. While you could wear stockings
or panty hose to cover your legs, that wouldn’t work if you wanted to appear as
a ‘Geena’ or ‘Julia’ type on the beach in a swim suit.”
“I get
your point. You are a good sales
person. Okay, Dizzy, put me down for a
complete ‘Geena/Julia’ mask and torso/body suit.
“You
won’t regret that choice. You
definitely have the basic build for that look.
Do you have the money?” asked Dizzy.
I
reached into my purse and said, “Yes, right here. It is still in the envelope that the teller put it in, but I
didn’t count on the leg attachments."
The
image of Penelope Cruz counted out the ten one hundred-dollar bills from the
bank envelope. “Is this full payment
for one unit or a sixty- percent payment for two units?”
“If the
masks and suits are of the quality like the one that you have on, Dizzy, then
it is a sixty percent payment for two, minus the five hundred dollars for the
legs.”
“Then
your balance current balance will be thirteen-hundred dollars,” said Dizzy as
she began to fill out Rubber Realities’ order form.
“Can my
double order be of two different actresses?”
“As long
as the bodies are close in design and we have an existing mold for the face of
the mask, that won’t be a problem,” declared Dizzy.
“Would
a Julia Roberts look alike fit that bill, Dizzy?”
“That
would have been my choice, Miss Cabrillo.”
“Great! Then I will take a ‘Julia Roberts’ look
alike in the body we specified over the phone along with my ‘Geena Davis’
order. I guess I will be riding my
motor scooter for a while longer.”
“What
does that mean?” probed Dizzy thru her “Penelope Cruz” mask and torso.
“I am a
student and I am spending part of my car fund on these masks and torsos.”
“We all
have to set our priorities. I will see
if I can get you a student discount.
After all since you are a genetic female, the torsos will be a lot
easier to make and we have some basic stunt double units of Miss Roberts and
Miss Davis in storage,” said Dizzy.
“How
much of a discount are we talking about, Dizzy?”
“Does
four hundred dollars sound fair to you?” asked Dizzy’s “Penelope Cruz”
image. “That would cut your balance
back to eleven-hundred dollars.”
“That
would be wonderful.”
“Of
course I guess we should also give you a female discount of one hundred dollars
which would reduce your balance to an even eight-hundred dollars,” added Dizzy.
“That
would be even better, Dizzy.”
“Well
then. Let's get rolling', Desiree. Go
into the back and remove your shirt, watch and rings while I take this
‘Penelope Cruz’ mask, costume and torso off.
I will call Misty to take over the front while I am working with you. After you get your clothes off and stored in
a secured container, come over to this dentists' chair and we'll get your
measurements.” Dizzy looked like a
strung out young kid when she stepped out of her business suited ‘Penelope
Cruz’ look and went to look for Misty.
I wondered if the pale look to her skin was caused by excessive use of
her “Penelope Cruz” Mask and torso.
The
transformation of “Penelope” into Dizzy was absolutely amazing. If I had not seen her do it, I would have
thought that they were two different people.
By the time I had changed out of my stuff and had a drape over me, Dizzy
changed into some lose fitting coveralls.
Misty came out of the recesses of Rubber Realities to host the front of
the showroom. She was dressed in the image of a young “Sophia Loren”. Once Dizzy had made sure that Misty was
settled in, she started to take numerous measurements of my head, neck and
chest.
“Misty
looks fabulous in that outfit, Dizzy.
She is every bit as convincing as ‘Sophia Loren’ as you were as
‘Penelope Cruz’. Does Misty do ‘Sophia’
all of the time?”
“The
‘Sophia’ look is what our next client is requesting. ‘Cher’ and ‘Sophia’ look-a-likes are our most requested models
and Misty does almost all of them. Can
you believe that Misty is really a straight guy under that get up?”
“You
are kidding of course.”
“Not at
all,” said Dizzy while she continued to use her tape to get my measurements.
“You
certainly had me fooled.”
“That
is good to hear, because that is what most male to female maskers want to do
and Misty shows them how to do it. That
is also why we charge men a lot more for our service,” said Dizzy. “Of course they don’t know that and I trust
that you will keep our little secret.”
“You
got my word on that, Dizzy.”
As Dizzy
motioned me over to a tall, backless barstool she said, “Misty is the only guy
that we let work here, but then he is so sweet and petite that he is almost one
of the girls anyway. His wife works as
our accountant and keeps him on a pretty short leash. Okay, this stool is where we will make the cast of your chest,
arms and hands. You will be here for at least fifty to sixty minutes, so get as
comfortable as possible. After that, I
will do your lower half. This can be
boring and tedious for the customer so I could play you a video of Pretty
Woman or Cut Throat Island to distract you while we do this if you
wish.”
“I
think I would like to see Cut Throat Island again. Geena Davis is so athletic and such a
control freak in that picture and I just love seeing those characteristics in a
woman. To be honest, I think that kind
of woman is really a romantic figure.”
“So do
I, Miss Cabrillo. You are definitely my kind of female.” With that remark, Dizzy slipped Cut
Throat Island into the DVD player and the large flat screen on the wall of
the shop came to life. “The first thing
that we will need to do in the creation of your total body and head mold is to
remove all of your body hair. Are you
okay with that?”
“I
thought that you would have to do that so I shaved my underarms before I went
to bed last night.”
“That
is good, but I am sure that you have some other body hair so lets make sure
that it is all gone. We all have some
very fine hair on our torsos that we don’t even think of as hair. If the slightest
amount of that fuzz becomes frozen it the mold, removing it will be a painful
process and unless you are a pain freak, I am sure that you will want to avoid
that experience.”
“You
got that right, so what do you want me to do, Dizzy?”
“Just
sit on the stool while I cover you in depilatory creams. Since you are already relatively hairless,
one application should do the job. This
will take about twenty minutes. Then I
will wipe you clean while you watch your movie.” While the cream was doing its work, Dizzy went into another room
and returned with a bucket of yellow gel-like goo and opened the top. “We will make the mold out of fiberglass. It
is very important that you don't move after I start,” she said as she had me
pull a rubber swim cap over my long black hair.
After
Dizzy removed what was left of my body hair, she sprayed WD-40 on my chest,
back, neck, head, arms and hands. I never liked the smell of this chemical very
much. It always reminded me of the fact
that my sexist high school counselor wouldn’t let me take auto shop because she
said that it was a boy’s class. I hate
it when women in positions of power reinforce male bragging rights and
attitudes. I don’t know why women do
that to other women unless they are just seeking approval of their male
overlords.
“The
WD-40 will prevent the gel from adhering to your skin and the skull cap,”
explained Dizzy. Then, as she gently
applied the yellow gel-like goo with her neoprene-covered hands, Dizzy added, “After the gel sets up I'll cut it off so
don't freak out. I've done this
hundreds of times and I haven't killed anybody yet.” I found the yet part of her last comment a bit disconcerting, but
then she seemed to know what she was doing.
I was so glad that a woman was doing this. Even though she fondled my private parts while applying the
depilatory creams and the casting gels, I let myself believed that she was
doing it for professional reasons and not personal ones.
The
fiberglass gel was cool when Dizzy first put it on and then it got warmer the
longer that it stayed on. I asked her about this and Dizzy said, “That's
normal, Desiree. When the fiberglass
starts to cool down, we will know that it has cured, which means that it will
have achieved the proper hardness.”
I had
been perched on my stool for about an hour and a half when Dizzy came over and
tapped the fiberglass. She placed her hands on different areas and said,
“Good. It's all set-up.”
Once
again Dizzy disappeared into another room.
When she returned to my side, she was holding a battery powered dremal
tool containing a very small, high speed saw bit. Like an experienced sculptress Dizzy carefully and gently cut the
mold loose. It was wonderful to be free
to move around again. My arm and body
muscles were tired from the exertion needed to hold myself rigid while the
fiberglass cured.
"See
Desiree! I got that mold off of you without a scratch!”
“You
definitely are good at this, Dizzy. I
hope your employers appreciate your skills as much as I do.”
“Well,
on that matter, I am really my own boss.
I pay a percentage of my earnings to the artist’s cooperative that
manages this facility. I will be purchasing the latex cores that I will be
modifying into your suits, but how much work and what kind of work that I do is
really left up to me,” declared Dizzy after she handed me a sheet to cover my
naked and hairless torso.
The
video of Cut Throat Island just finished when somewhere behind me a
sonorous feminine voice called out, “Hello!
It is lunchtime, Dizzy. I know
that if I don’t feed you that you will forget to eat. You are so into your living art.” Then turning towards me this
lovely woman added, “Hi. I'm Marie. I am one third of Rubber Realities, and
Dizzy’s other half. You must be Desiree.”
“You
got that right.”
“You
are everything that Dizzy thought that you be.
Nice to meet you, Desiree!” Marie was tall, trim, attractive woman about
50 with long white hair and a warm smile.
She had a Diane Keaton look to her and I wondered if this was how she
really looked or if she was wearing one of Rubber Realities’ products. She was
all dressed in white leather, had pale green eyes and wore pentagram earrings.
“As
usual, you have perfect timing, babe!” said Dizzy as she turned to look
directly at her lover. “Did you get everything
on your list?”
“Have I
ever left a job half done, Diz?”
“I seem
to recall something that happened last night…”
“Don’t
go there, Dizzy. You are in for a
double treat tonight,” proclaimed Marie.
“I’m just priming you for Valentines Day. I can’t let you peek too soon.”
“Like
that has never happened,” said Dizzy.
“Desiree has us creating some sexy torsos and masks for an alleged
Valentine prank.”
“That’s
different. Most of the time we get
calls like that for Halloween or Christmas.
Can you tell us any of the details involved in this prank so I will know
what type of make-up to use?” probed Marie.
“I
haven’t worked out the details yet, Marie.”
Actually I didn’t have any plans at all, yet, but I didn’t want to tell
Marie and Dizzy that. Dizzy was now
involved in the process of encasing my lower half in more of the fiberglass
goo. I guess she wanted to do this
before we began to eat out lunch. As we
ate that wonderful lunch and talked about my “double project”, Dizzy explained
that she and Marie had been together for almost five years.
They
had met at a lesbian club and had been inseparable ever since. Marie had
started the Rubber Reality Company 17 years ago with her former husband. He had started the business out as a custom
wet suit company to serve the large and fanatic surfing community in the
area. The company still made custom wet
suits as a summer income, but the rest of the year had been taken over by the
costume and masking side of the business.
Because
of the stunt double contracts with several of the major studios, the masking
and body suit business was a definite part of the all year round income of the
company. They both told me how,
Halloween was the busiest time of the year for the company and they shared some
of what they considered their weirdest requests. Marie told me that she had trained Dizzy on all the ins and outs
of the wet suit business when they teamed up.
It had been Dizzy who hit on the idea of making fetish latex gear.
“Teaming
up with Dizzy was simple, Desiree. I
needed help to keep my business afloat and Dizzy needed a job,” declared
Marie. “Besides Misty, there are four
other artists that have joined us in this cooperative venture, but none of them
work full-time all year long. June to
November is our busiest season.”
As the
luncheon conversation continued and my leg forms began to set up, the
discussion shifted to what I wanted in the way my “Julia Roberts” and “Geena
Davis” look-a-like masks. Dizzy said
that Marie would make the mask form from clay, and then have Dizzy make a mold
from the clay bust. Once the mold was
polished and trimmed they would make the basic latex structure from the form.
They would then merge this basic mask to the material shaped upon the second
clay bust that was to be pressed using the form that Dizzy had made of me.
This
process would be refined by the measurements that Dizzy had taken earlier. The completed double-sided mold would then
be filled with liquid latex. Next, the mold was then to be slowly rotated and
after about 10 minutes it would be placed outside to cure upside down. When the 'plug', as they called it, had
cured, it was removed from the double-sided mold and the excess latex was
trimmed away with a hot, sharp knife.
Marie would then take the plug over to a table and cuts the holes for
the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Next,
she worked on creating the nostril tubes, the ear tubes and the mouth
flange.
After
that process was completed Marie painted and shaded the plug using an
airbrush. The last steps involved the
installation of the eyes and attaching the fingernails. The same basic process was used to make the
limbs and the torso. Dizzy concluded
her explanation by saying, “Many times we put hair on the units, but I have a
feeling that you will be trying out several wigs besides the big hair wigs that
we will supply. So we will just apply
Velcro strips to the heads of your units.”
“That
is a great idea, Dizzy. How do all of
the component parts go together?”
“I will
weld the mask to the torsos with silk fibers and several layers of liquid
latex. That's about it, Desiree. Any
other questions?”
"Yes.
When will my order be ready?"
“Let’s
see, today is Monday. With our current production schedule and any luck we'll
have it done by midday Friday. Call us
on Thursday at noon to confirm,” said Marie.
After
some more small talk Dizzy cut and removed the leg molds from my lower
half. With that, I went into one of the
dressing rooms and put on my clothes.
This had been an amazing experience and my clothes felt really strange
on my totally hairless body. I thanked
Dizzy and Marie for lunch and took off to go to the library in order to study
for a test that I was taking the following day.
I spent
the rest of the week at school and my part time work, while occasionally
thinking about the mask and body suit that Dizzy and Marie were making for
me. I wondered what it would fit &
feel like. I called Rubber Realities on Thursday to see if Dizzy and Marie were
on schedule with my suits and masks.
“Hello,
Rubber Realities. You dream them and we
will create them. This is Dizzy. How can I help you?”
“Hello,
Dizzy. This is Desiree Cabrillo.”
“Hello
Desiree! I have some good news and some bad news! Which one do you want to hear first?”
“I’ll
take the good news first, Dizzy.”
“Okay,
the good news is that we are right on schedule and you can come and pick up one
of your masks torsos and legs tomorrow after one o’clock.”
“Really?”
“Yes! I would not kid you about something like
that,” announced Dizzy. “We rushed the
process as much as we could to give you lead time to practice working in them
before you employ them in that alleged Valentine’s Day prank that I still want
to hear about.”
“What
is the bad news, Diz?”
“Well
the Julia Roberts didn’t come out as good as I wanted to make it, but then
again, maybe you will like the results.”
“Was
there a problem with the molds of the texture of the latex?” asked Desiree.
“Oh,
no. Nothing like that happened,”
assured Dizzy.
“Then,
what is the problem?” I was imagining
all sorts of weird looking results.
“I
don’t know if you will like the base color of the latex, Desiree.”
“Did it
come out all weird or marbled?”
“I
guess you would have to be the judge of that.
To my eye, the latex has what I would call a light tan. I think the effect is exotic and beautiful,
but Marie isn’t sure that this look is what you wanted.”
“Well,
I guess I just better hop onto my scooter tomorrow and drive over to see what
you got. This news actually has me
tingling all over.”
“I’m
glad to hear that, because if you were to ask me, I think these two units are
some of my best work,” declared Dizzy.
“I have
some stuff to finish here tomorrow morning and I have to go to the bank to get
the balance of the money to pay your bill.
It will probably be around noon before I can get over to your place.”
“You
don’t need to be here until one o’clock, Desiree. I have another fitting at eleven tomorrow.”
“Okay,
then I will see you at one o’clock.”
“Great. Marie will have everything assembled by
then.”
The
following morning I left the university office where I worked part time as a
reader at about 11:30 and drove to the bank to get the payment balance. Then I stopped at a Chinese takeout place
and got lunch. I pulled up in front of
Rubber Realities at 12:45 and walked in the front door. “Lunch ladies! I remembered what Marie said about you
taking time to eat, Dizzy.”
“You
are an angel, Desiree! Your two units
are done. Dizzy thinks that they are
spectacular. I am worried about the
basic color of the Julia unit. Do you
want to have a peek while Dizzy finishes up with her eleven o’clock
appointment?” teased Marie.
“You
bet I do! Here is the money for the
balance of what I owe you, Marie.”
“Give
it to Dizzy after you see your units,” said Marie. After I put the money back in my backpack and Marie placed the
food in their microwave oven, she walked with me to the back where Dizzy had
just finished with her eleven o’clock appointment and was starting to test the
zipper on one of my units.
“Hey,
Desiree, these units look just great if I do say so myself.” She turned the masks/torsos of the well
tanned “Julia” and “Geena”. They were
just perfect! Marie and Dizzy had
created a reality that went way beyond my most passionate dreams or any of
their claims on their Website. The
suits were obviously tall, full-bodied white women even in their limp
state. The light tan color of the latex
that Dizzy and Marie seemed so worried about was still several shades whiter
than the lightest parts of my skin color and many more shades lighter than
those areas where I had a very dark “tan”.
As I
stood in giddy shock and amazement Marie said, “Miss Cabrillo brought us lunch,
Diz. I have it heating up in the
microwave.”
“Unless
you are starving, Marie, I think that can wait a few minutes. Look at Desiree’s face. Is that the picture that says, ‘color me
happy’ or what?”
“Do you
want to try on one of your units or eat first, Desiree? KIDDING!” announced Marie.
Without
saying a word, I ran into the dressing room and removed my clothes and
jewelry. Dizzy handed me some talcum
powder and I shook some on my legs, arms, feet hands and chest while Marie
helped the eleven o’clock appointment in the other dressing room and Misty took
over the front desk duties. Dizzy
unzipped the body suit and I put my legs in.
Then I pushed my hands and arms into their appendages. That took a bit of work but finally they
were in. I didn’t even think to ask
which one I was putting on.
“Okay,
Miss Cabrillo. I need you to shrug your shoulders and bend your head forward.
I'll slip the mask over your head, position it and zip it up.” I stuck my head into the mask. It was dark and tight but finally it popped
on. Dizzy helped me to position the
mouth-flange, the nostril-tubes, the ear tubes and the eyes into place. “Is that okay, Miss Cabrillo?” I nodded yes. “Speak to me, Desiree!
Say something.”
“Everything
fits a bit tight and the eyes have no peripheral vision so I can only see out
through the pupils. Otherwise it's fine. The breasts are incredible. And the
hands and feet look and feel amazing!”
"Good,
Desiree,” said Marie when she joined us. “That is the way your suit and mask
should feel at first. As it warms to
you it will expand to its working size.
Now we're going to zip you in.”
They pulled the back pieces together and ZZZZZZzzzzip! I was in. The lip flange made my mouth feel really
full at first but the lips moved with mine as if they were glued onto my skin.
“There's a mirror to your left. Take a
look.” I smiled, frowned and opened my
mouth wide. The mask responded to my
every move. It was as if I had left the
room and a naked, well-tanned “Geena Davis” look-a-like had taken my place.
“Well?”
quizzed Dizzy.
“It's
fantastic! I love it! You did an incredible job!” I said as I danced and
clapped my gloved hands for the pure joy of it.
“I'm so
happy for you. Let's get you out of
this and eat the lunch that you brought us,” said Marie while reaching up for
the zipper to my well tanned Geena Davis look-a-like torso/body suit and mask.
“Wait,
Marie. Would you mind if I kept it on
and put my own clothes on over it?"
“Well,
no, Desiree. Do you want to try to eat in it?” asked Dizzy.
“Sure!
Why not?”
“You've
got really big boobies now, Desiree! I doubt that your blouse will fit. We took the liberty of getting you/her a bra
and tailored black leather sheath. I'll
help you because with those long finger nails you'll never manage.” Marie helped me into a black push up satin
bra with lace trim, then into a black leather pullover sheathe with long
sleeves and a cowl neck. "There.
Take a look now."
The
sheath hobbled my walk a bit but I loved the look. I saw a beautiful and shapely “Geena Davis type” that was looking
back at me in the mirror. I never
looked this good in my clothes. Dizzy
was right. None of my blouses or
dresses would fit me while I had this torso on. We ate lunch. It was a
bit different with the lip flanges and the long red fingernails but with a
little effort I managed. In fact as the
lunch wore on, I began to feel almost natural in my latex and leather
look. After lunch, while Dizzy helped
me get out of the dress, the bra and the “Geena” mask, torso and body suit she
said, “You had better try on the ‘Julia’ mask and torso to make sure that it
works out as well as the ‘Geena’ unit.”
“We
made this to help you get the zipper fastened when you go to put it on later,”
said Marie as she handed me a long rod
with a hook on the end.
“Put
the hook in the zipper and pull down.
If it's a bit sticky just put some WD40 on a cloth and rub it on the
zipper. Always check and be sure the
zipper teeth are clear before you put it on, Okay? If the zipper jambs while you have the suit and mask on, you may
not be able to take it off without coming back here.” I put on the “Julia” unit and it was every bit as glamorous and
good feeling as the “Geena” unit had been.
The chest on this unit wasn’t as large as the one on the “Geena”
unit. I felt like another person even
though my clothes fit this unit in a very snug fashion. I had arrived as one person and I was going
to leave the shop as three people.
“Can I
wear this unit home?” I asked.
“You
will have to be very careful if you do that, Desiree,” declared Dizzy. “We don’t recommend operating complicated or
complex machinery when you are encased in your mask and body suit. You haven’t totally adjusted to the vision
provided by your new image. Your senses
of touch, hearing and smell have also been altered. You will learn to compensate to some extent for these alterations
with practice.”
“I hear
you and I promise to be careful, but I just don’t want to take ‘her’ off right
now and I have some errands that I have to run.”
“Well
you have to do what you have to do, but you have been warned,” declared
Marie. “Maybe you are just one of those
lucky people that were born to mask and instinctually compensate for the
alterations to your senses provided by the mask and body suit.”
“I
think that might be the case, Marie,” I replied with new confidence. Dizzy loaded my black leather sheath and
“Geena Davis” unit into a box and walked with me to my scooter. I strapped the box onto my utility rack and
thanked Dizzy once again.
Driving
along on my scooter as a young and carefree Julia Roberts was a total
blast. As my vision adjusted to the
lenses in my mask I became more and more secure about my driving. Normally I wear my helmet and scoot along
unnoticed. Not this time. I let my long auburn locks fly in the
wind. I was a one-woman parade. Men rolled down their windows and craned
their necks to see me pass by. They
cheered and whistled like I had just scored a game-winning goal against one of
our university’s rival teams.
It felt
incredibly strange to be noticed by men.
I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
I found myself wondering if they liked me because I now appeared to be a
white woman or if it was just the beauty of my disguise that was turning them
on. I also wondered if my new image
would have the same affect on some of my female roommates. Oh my God.
What will my roommates say if they see me in this get-up?
On the
way home I stopped and picked up some large gold hoop earrings, a short red
leather skirt, a fitted and collarless red leather blazer, red panties and bra,
red pantyhose and a pair of red patent 5" Stiletto pumps. The female clerks in the store just kept
staring at me. One almost ate me alive
with her piercing eyes. I have to admit
that I loved that, although I don’t know if she wanted me or was just jealous of
my great appearance. I was treated with
a courtesy that made me wonder if this was because I looked like Julia Roberts
or if this was the way that all pretty white women were treated.
By now
I was hoping against all hope that my roommates wouldn’t be home. I couldn’t wait to try on my all red Cupid
costume over my Julia Roberts body suit and mask. My roommates generally weren’t home at this time of day, but our
place was kind of a Grand Central Station with girls popping in and out of it
all of the time. If I could just get to
my room unseen, then I would be all right.
I really wasn’t ready for a masked
“outing” at this point.
Luck
was with me and no one was home, so after I was safely behind the locked door
of my room I started to undress and redress my “Julia Roberts” image. I put on the panties, the pantyhose, and the
skirt and tried on the Stilettos. They
fit great. I straightened the long auburn hair in the back. I picked up the bra and fastened it. I
turned it around and maneuvered it into position. I slipped the red satin blouse on and walked over to the
mirror. Something was missing. I saw the gold earrings and the necklace and
put them on too along with the fitted red leather blazer.
I
looked again at my masked reflection and saw I needed something more. I went to my closet and got out a red
Victorian corset with purple trim that I had bought at an estate sale. It was very old but it looked fantastic. I had forgotten completely about it until
now. I took off the red leather blazer,
the satin top and the bra and slipped into the corset. I placed my heavy latex tits into the cups
and I pulled the laces tight . . . then tighter . . . then even TIGHTER! My waist was now very small making my large
boobs look even bigger. The corset had
laces above where the legs joined so I tightened them also.
The
tight corset made me walk with a distinct sway and limited my breathing to some
degree. I began to feel a little dizzy
from the restriction of my diaphragm and the exertion of tightening the
corset. I quickly learned to take a
lot of small breaths to increase my oxygen intake. I steadied myself by putting my hand on the back of my computer
chair and I pulled my long, tight bright red leather skirt up and over the
bottom my corset. There was one sexy
Julia Roberts look-a-like standing in my room.
“Eat your heart out Cupid”.
I
decided to study for my kinetics final while I was encased in my “Julia” image
just to see how long I could function inside of this new spectacular look. I still hadn’t figured out what I was going
to do for Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to be ready for whatever masked Cupid
caper came along. I really didn’t like
my kinetics class, but it was one of those hurdles that one had to jump over to
complete a major in physical education.
As I moved around to model some of the kinetic principles being set
forth in my notes, I realized that I was really tall in my disguise and
stiletto heels. I guessed that I could
have passed for a man wearing a female mask and body suit. That might be an interesting game for a
Valentine’s Day prank. I wondered if I
could pull it off.
I
really didn’t know enough about the male psyche to imitate one beyond the
normal effeminate stereotypes. Dizzy’s
statement about gender being a state of mind played over and over through my
well-masked mind. Was I really a man in
a girl’s body like my awful Stepmother had postulated during my adolescent
years? Was this why I was so fascinated
by female masking? These thoughts plus
the encased sensation made my time inside of my fantasy come true, just seemed
to fly by even though I was reviewing my boring class notes.
On the other hand, being inside of my “Julia” mask and body suit made me feel so pretty and sexy. I knew that I was going to be wearing “her” a lot once I got a job and a place of my own. I wondered if the increase in usage of my two masks and body suits would make me paler and more effeminate like it seemed t