The Mask Shop

by Vicki Mock

Entering the dim store was like stepping into another world--from the bustle and blare of the street to absolute silence, shafts of dusty light, and the familiar smell of a parlor filled with old furniture. Along the wall were faces, dozens of them, looking out into a room filled with every kind of merchandise. I approached them in curiosity--they were masks, mostly over the head type, with hair and eyebrows. They were the most realistic false faces I had ever seen.

I imagined that with one of these things on, you could fool anyone. My curiosity was definitely piqued. I looked around for the proprietor, but no one was around. I walked along the long wall examining the faces, each one realistically detailed and filled with character. Unlike the typical mall Halloween store, most of these were not monsters, but real people, and I wondered if the models for these faces were alive somewhere, living their lives in ignorance of the fact that I was reaching up to touch their exact likeness. I might even slip one on and feel that person's life within me as I looked upon their face, now my own. I knew I had to do it, to put a mask on, but which one? I found myself irresistibly drawn to the masks of beautiful women, and with some embarrassment, wondered what someone would think if I put a woman's face on.

I looked around the store again and saw no one. In front of me was the face of an Italian or Semitic woman, olive tone skin like my own, with full lips, high cheekbones, and a somewhat prominent nose. The hair was a jet back pageboy, and someone had cut out glamorous eyes from a magazine and glued them on the Styrofoam mannequin that held the mask so that they were visible through the eyeholes. It was absolutely real--I got close and examined the skin, which seemed to have pores, and the eyebrows and hair were as convincing as my own. The lips looked moist, and when I touched them, they were soft, and parted slightly to reveal a gleam of white beneath. Startled, I moved the lips apart and saw teeth. Was this a mask or a sculpted head? I picked it up and noted the weight--substantial, but still clearly a skin over a Styrofoam pedestal. Opening the mouth was eerily like violating someone's private space, but looking inside, I could see that the teeth were made to be slipped over one's own giving an even more convincing masquerade. I knew I had to try it on. I turned and spied a full length mirror that stood near an antique brocade sofa. I stood before the dusty glass and began to remove the mask from its stand. The skin was soft, fleshy, with the illusion of warmth and even moisture to it. It stretched easily off, and I tossed the mannequin on the sofa. I held the mask up in the light, marveling at the incredible detail, the lifelike hair, the lips parted open in a slack, almost sexual way, showing the shiny but slightly imperfect teeth. The edge of the mask was very thin where the chin met the throat, and followed the jawline to the ears and then around the base of the skull. As I looked at the perfect ears, I wondered if it would fit me; perhaps this was made for a woman and would be impossibly tight on my head. Nothing to do now, I thought, but give it a try. Positioning myself before the mirror, I placed the backs of my hands within the interior and moved them apart. stretched easily, and bringing my hands over my head, slowly lowered it down. For a moment I couldn't see myself in the mirror. I could only hear the sound of my own hands against my ears, my own breathing, and the soft slapping sound of rubber against skin as I eased my hands out. It slipped easily over my head, the elasticity of the rubber skin being such that after it was stretched out, it slowly returned to its shape, eventually hugging my head lightly yet snugly. As I pulled at the pliant edge under the chin, the whole face slipped into place like it was made for me. I adjusted the nose, eyeholes and ears into place, the soft rubber all the while lightly tightening against my skin. I opened my mouth wide and adjusted the lips ver my own, and pushed the hollow teeth gently into position. I ran my hands over my new face and head enjoying the novel and slightly thrilling feeling. I held the mask firmly against my skin with my hands, and after pressing my fingertips around the eyeholes, I noted that the line between my skin and the skin of the mask was virtually undetectable to the eye.

I felt a thrill of sexual energy rush through me--staring out of the mirror was a woman's face in place of my own. My look of surprise was her look of surprise. I opened my mouth, smiled, stuck out my tongue and licked my lips, her lips. Every emotion I felt was reflected in my new face, but each expression was so strangely different from my own. It was as if another personality began to inhabit me, one whose characterI did not know yet, but which would gradually be revealed to me each minute that I kept the mask on my head. I ran my fingers over the face--it was warm, and I could feel the tips of my fingers through it.

I traced the invisible line under my chin and put the hair behind my new ears to examine the fit. It was perfect--I could not tell this was a fake even at close range.The oddest sensation was the hair swishing at my neck, falling forward on my woman's face, and I ran my hands through it, enjoying the luxurious quality and the realistic pull of it as the mask gently but securely held to my own head. The illusion was perfect, except that from the neck down I was a man. A noise from the back of the store startled me, and I guiltily reached up to take mask off. A voice said "Leave it on, it fits you like it was made for you." I looked and saw a middle aged woman come out of the shadows. She was dressed in an outfit more suited to the boardroom, and her slightly graying hair and pearls suggested she was in her fifties. She was very attractive, the type of woman most men would say was past her best years, but something about her suggested she was much younger than she was. Her eyes had a shine and her direct gaze made me uncomfortable, especially as I stood there with a woman's false face over my own.

"This is amazing," I said, trying to regain my composure, "it is so lifelike that I can't tell it's a mask." As I said my first words with the mask on, I was shocked that my voice sounded odd, as if the lips and teeth changed my diction slightly. She smiled. "You could eat, sleep, swim, make love, you could go for many days without taking it off, and no one would never know, not even your most intimate lover. You really like that one, don't you?" Her directness was mildly uncomfortable. "I thought it would be interesting to see what I'd look like as a woman," I said, and I looked in the mirror at that beautiful face, the hair moving at my neck in an oddly erotic way. "I've got more in the back you should see--please come look." "Let me take this off, just a moment.." I reached up and put my fingers under the thin edge of the mask. "No," she said, almost strongly, "please leave it on--you look incredible. Let me show you what goes with that."

I took my hands down from the mask and looked at myself in the mirror. As if sensing my hesitation, she reached over and took my hand in a firm grim, and said "Come--it won't take a moment, and I know you liked putting that on. Think of it as your alter-ego, the woman in you that wants to express herself."

I looked at her and had the impression she could read my thoughts, that her eyes were boring into me. Although I had no idea where this was going to go, I was intrigued and mildly aroused by the situation, and so I let her take me into the backroom.

We stepped past some curtains into a smaller room lighted by an overhead lamp like the type one might have in a poker room; it gave direct light in the center of the floor, leaving the walls in shadow. I was at first startled by the bodies hanging on the walls until I saw that they were empty shells, or body masks as she called them.

"This one will fit you" she said, releasing my hand, "help me get it down." I walked up and examined it--it was exactly the same material as that covering my face -and it was as utterly real as the face was. I began to get hard as I looked at the breasts and pubic hair, the arms ending in delicate hands with long nails. I noted the slim waist, wondering if she really believed that I would fit into this thing, and turning it over on its hanger, noted the rounded, full ass. I squeezed it and realized that this was surely made for a man--the buttocks and breasts were not hollow but filled with the same pliant material, making them feel like a woman's to the touch. As I got the rubber suit down from the wall, I noted that the breasts jiggled like flesh, and the feeling of arousal became strong. I held in my hands a suit, similar to a skin diver's, except that it covered the entire body all the way to the top of the neck where it obviously connected with the mask on my head.

With a start I remembered that I was wearing a woman's exact facial replica, my own face completely masked, but except for the strange teeth in my mouth, it was so utterly comfortable that I forgot for a moment that I had it on. I examined the thing in my hands, trying to breathe calmly and stop my racing heart. Why was this so sexually exciting to me?

I looked for a zipper or opening, and as if reading my mind, the woman said "You put it on here." She pointed to the top of the neck. "How in the world can anyone get through that narrow opening" I asked in surprise.

"It stretches" was the simple reply, and I knew the moment had come. I looked at her, my heart racing, my member hard. "If you would like to try it, please be my guest. You must remove all of your clothes." With a rock hard erection, I felt embarrassed to take off my clothes, but she stared at me with a knowing look, and I realized that she knew my thoughts. I had no choice but to try it on--something seemed to possess me, as if I were no longer in control of myself--so I took off my clothes in the middle of the room while she bustled about in the other room. At the moment that I removed my undershorts, she walked back in the room, and I started--it was not her, but a beautiful young woman with blond hair and a model's face. She smiled, and when she spoke, I realized that it was the same woman.

"Are you ready?" she asked. Was she wearing a mask, or had she taken one off? She walked toward me with a knowing smile, then quickly knelt and took me in her mouth before I could utter a word, clasping her arms around my buttocks firmly and moaning in ecstasy. It felt so good, but I tried in vain to disengage her. As I twisted around, almost losing my balance, I found myself facing a large mirror. The sight was incredible--a slightly full figured and hair was giving head to an adult male with a black pageboy and beautiful feminine features.

With half opened eyes I moaned and the woman in the mirror did the same. Her lips and teeth, her eyes--her expressions were so different from mine, as if the face I watched in fascination was not my own. I was coming to know this person, and she was different from me. Before I could continue my revelation, my blond friend pulled abruptly away and stated matter of factly, "Stretch the neck opening, and put your right leg through, all the way to the toes. Then do the other leg. Sit here." She brought me a chair, and in a daze, I easily widened the neck opening to admit my legs. With both feet in their respective woman's feet, I eased the leggings over my own. I pulled the legs up like heavy hose, my legs filling them perfectly.

I noted that in some places the leg skin was thin, but thick in others to give my legs a perfect shape. Smoothing the wrinkles with my hands, I cupped my hand in the crotch, and the pubic hair bristled in my hand giving me the impression that I had a woman's pubis in my palm. My still erect member was somewhere beneath the disguise, but I could not feel it from the outside of the suit. Stretched easily around my waist was the neck opening, the full breasts flopping in the folds of loose flesh-like material, the arms hanging limply down to the floor.

I stood up and pulled the waist upward, and the soft, full ass slipped securely into place, held firmly as the rubber contracted. I stretched the opening even more and drew it up, bringing the waist against mine. The waistline was small, but it did not contract any tighter than was comfortable. As I moved I felt my erect penis sliding against the smooth inner surface of the suit in an erotic and arousing way, but looking down I saw only a beautiful woman's belly, with the belly button countersunk amid soft flesh. I brought my arms through the opening and slipped them into the hollow appendages, feeling them slip home quickly and easily. My fingers reached the ends of the suit, and I extended and clenched my fists to secure the fit like I had put on a pair of gloves. The rest of the suit went on easily and the opening, which had been stretched to fit the widest part of my physique, was now closing to the diameter of my neck.

I wiggled about, lifting my knees and moving my arms, trying to seat the body mask comfortably before it become too firmly secure to adjust. The breasts were a marvel, hanging from my chest, and I reached up and cupped them, the sensation muffled by the thin rubber gloves I wore, but no less erotic. My female breasts tightened against my chest, and I looked in the mirror and saw the wide neck opening closing slowly. My blond friend came over and beginning with my feet, proceeded to move her hands firmly up my legs and torso, then arms, to evacuate all of the air pockets in the body mask. As she did it, I examined my fingers in wonder, with their long nails and delicate skin, and moving to the mirror, I touched my new face with my woman's fingers, running my fingertips over my full lips and high cheekbones.

The neck began to tighten slightly around my throat as she tucked the extremely thin stove pipe top of the neck under the lip of the head mask. After pressing firmly around the seal, she bade me look, and I could not believe that no line of the seal was visible--it was flawless! I stared into the mirror and opened my mouth in shock--there before me was a beautiful woman, short dark hair, full breasts, slim waist and ample buttocks, with a feline yet strong face that was compelling and utterly sexy to me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was posturing

like a model before the mirror, licking my lips, pouting, touching my hair and hip in provocative ways. My friend had slipped out of the room again, and in a brief moment of clarity, I tore myself from the mirror to look at what she was doing. I peered around the curtain into main room and saw her reach under her chin and in a slow motion, pull the pliant model's mask off of her head to reveal the woman I met when I came in the door so many minutes ago. She tossed it aside and grabbed a dark haired mask from the wall and shucked it deftly from its pedestal.

With ease born of practice, she slipped it on her head, running her hands firmly over it to secure the fit. Unexpectedly, she began to strip her clothes off, and her costume beneath was exciting to me. Although the years had slightly filled her once perfect shape,I was aroused by the fleshy softness of her body. She wore white stockings, a garter belt and a bra that was overflowing with riches.
She turned and I was amazed to see that she had transformed herself into a middle aged Liz Taylor look-alike. Her bouffant hair, bow lips, double chin and rounded fleshy face were perfect, and I could not, in the face of this impostor, remember what she had looked like only moments ago. She walked over to me, took my hand, and looking into my eyes, said, "Well, let's see what you can do about purchasing this outfit. It's not cheap."