The Substitute

By Victor

Chapter Two

Jimmy followed his aunt’s impostor to the front door, stunned at Darien’s amazing transformation of age and gender. The clothes, boots, hair, make-up, padding and that unbelievable mask had completely remade his best friend, an awkward teenage boy, into the image of a gorgeous, confident woman just entering middle age.

"Wow," Jimmy said in disbelief as he put on his coat, "You look great."

‘Ellen’ smiled sweetly as she put on her own coat, grateful for his acceptance of the disguise. She hugged him tightly.

"Oh, thank you, honey," she said, "You're such a wonderful nephew. And you look really cute today yourself. If I was about twenty years younger, and not your aunt…"

She leaned in and kissed him playfully on the cheek. Jimmy could smell her sweet perfume and began to get aroused again. Darien even smelled exactly like Ellen! She rubbed a well-manicured thumb gently over his cheek and looked at him fondly.

"Oh, dear, I've gotten lipstick on you, sweetie. Teenage boys shouldn't be wearing lipstick, should they?"

"Um, no they shouldn’t," Jimmy uttered numbly, reminding himself that this stunning older woman really was a teenage boy.

Darien gave a light, feminnie laugh and led them out the door, locking it behind them. As they walked outside to Ellen's black Mercedes (the real Ellen's car, a gift from Carl) in the driveway, they saw Linda Jessup, her next-door neighbor taking out her trash in a tattered pink housecoat. She looked at ‘Ellen’ with surprise.

"Hey girl, what are you doing here?” she asked, “I thought I saw you leave with Carl last night with a bunch of luggage. Didn’t you go anywhere?"

"Oh no, Linda," Darien replied in Ellen's voice, "Carl needed to borrow some of my luggage for a business trip, and I drove him to the airport. He'll be in Denver through the weekend. I still have classes to teach, you know. The kids won't learn American History without me."

Jimmy was surprised at how fast his friend thought up the lie. Darien could really think fast on his feet when he needed to.

"Too bad for you, I guess. I thought you were off on a romantic weekend. You need to take some time off, girl. You work too hard. Find a substitute," Linda said.

"Yeah, I'll have to do that one day," Darien/Ellen replied, laughing to himself.

It was no secret Linda was jealous of Ellen. They were the same age, thirty-nine, but Ellen had aged well, and was still considered quite sexy. Linda, by contrast, had gained a considerable amount of weight, stopped caring about her looks, and just let herself go, living as an overweight, bitter housewife. She was pretty resentful of the attention a lot of the men (especially the male high school students) gave to Ellen. A lot of Jimmy's friends made it no secret they wanted to "bone" his aunt. Jimmy smiled to himself at the thought of how many unknowing boys would want to "bone" the Ellen standing next to him at that moment.

"I'll talk to you later, okay, hon? Come on, Jimmy, we don't want to be late," Darien said, gesturing for Jimmy to get into the car.

Darien used Ellen's keys to unlock Jimmy's door, then went around. Jimmy watched Darien walk over to the driver's side, imitating Ellen's walk flawlessly in her high-heeled boots. Darien smiled sweetly and waved at Miss Velmer, Ellen's elderly neighbor across the street, out getting the paper. Miss Velmer waved back cheerfully, completely ignorant of the sly impersonation before her. Jimmy got in the car and unlocked the driver's side. Darien opened the door carefully, not wanting to mess up his false nails.

"Thanks, sweetie," Darien said, sliding into the car gracefully, slipping his skirt under him. He and Ellen were approximately the same size, and Darien didn't need to adjust Ellen's seat. He checked his make-up and wig in the rearview mirror, then gently ran his fingers over his neck, making sure the mask was undetectable. Satisfied, he started the car, letting it warm up.

"Quit calling me that, please. It kind of freaks me out," Jimmy said.

"Why not, honey? You never objected before."

"Yeah, well, before Aunt Ellen was a real woman!"

"Is this bothering you? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Never mind. You can call me whatever you want, 'Aunt Ellen'. I guess we both need to act like you're the real thing."

"Yes, we do, 'sweetie'. We'll all be in a whole lot of trouble if anyone finds out who I really am. We both have to act completely convincing if this is going to work. So just let me do what she normally does, and you act the same as you always do."

To emphasize the point, Darien leaned over and pushed in the car's cigarette lighter. Jimmy felt himself getting an erection again, as this beautiful "woman" drew so close. Darien leaned back over and reached into his purse, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, then set the purse on the console between them. After several awkward silent moments, the lighter popped out, and Darien put it to the end of the cigarette. He did a few quick puffs to get it going, then a slow, deep drag when the cigarette caught flame.

"Could you crack the window, Aunt Ellen?" Jimmy asked instinctively. Darien looked at him in surprise. Jimmy was always getting on to the real Ellen to roll down the window whenever he'd travel in the car with her. Darien looked over at him and smiled. He reached down and flipped the switch to lower the window a crack, then exhaled the menthol smoke.

"Sure thing, sweetie," he replied. He knew the confusion Jimmy must be feeling. But he couldn't help it, he absolutely loved this disguise. His beautiful face was Ellen’s, a perfect latex recreation. The wig was a spot duplicate of her long blonde hair. The way he looked, the way he acted, it was all Ellen. Jimmy thought maybe this was all some joke, and the real Ellen was in the car with him. He just sat there watching this perfect doppleganger of his aunt with a bewildered look on his face. Darien just looked so damned good...

"What's wrong, Jimmy? Are you okay?" the Ellen voice asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jimmy said, snapping out of his brief fantasy.

"Well, you'd better be,” Darien said, slipping back into his boy's voice, “Because your aunt is in Bermuda, she's not here. That means I'm Ellen Janette Spiller for the next week." He laughed and gently touched Jimmy on the arm, reverting back to his Ellen personality.

Darien eased the car out of the driveway, and headed for the school. He had no difficulty driving at all in the slim-heeled boots or with the long false nails. He turned the car stereo to Ellen's favorite radio news station instead of the hip-hop the two boys usually listened to when they were together. He rested his left elbow on the armrest on the door and held his cigarette in a ladylike manner up near the window opening, copying Ellen. He'd periodically flick the ash out the window crack deftly, then take another deep drag and a feminine exhale. Jimmy could see the morning sunshine gleam on the copy of Ellen's diamond engagement ring his friend wore. Everything Darien wore was either Ellen's or a copy of something she owned that she took with her. Jimmy wondered just how much money Carl had spent on this elaborate masquerade.

Darien drove Ellen's Mercedes as if he'd been doing it for years, silently thanking his father for the driving lessons. He felt comfortable in his female disguise and knew both Ellen and Carl had trained him well enough that no one would suspect a thing. He would periodically check his hair and make-up in the rearview mirror at red lights, reveling at seeing Ellen's face reflected back at him. He'd make an occasional comment to Jimmy about the classes he would be teaching, his lesson plan for the day, or ask how Jimmy was doing in school. He wanted it to be like any other day driving to school with Ellen.

A couple of times at red lights they pulled up next to students from the high school that knew the two of them. The students would honk and wave at Jimmy and "Miss Spiller". Darien would wave back and smile sweetly, and jokingly tell "her" students to get to school, or "she" would give them a ton of homework. He really loved his impersonation, the freedom being Ellen (if only temporarily) gave him.

They pulled into the parking lot and parked in Ellen’s assigned spot. Darien still had part of a second cigarette and stayed in the car to finish it. Jimmy got out saw Coach Timmerman coming toward them. He and Darien both hated the coach, considering him a real pain in the ass. Timmerman was especially rough on Darien, who wasn't the best in gym class and because he wasn't from Texas. The coach took it easier on Jimmy because he had a thing for Ellen and was constantly asking her out to no avail. Being nice to her nephew was his way of trying to stay in her good graces. But Jimmy had a sinking feeling that if Timmerman asked her out this time, Ellen might say "yes", just so Darien could have some kind of revenge.

"Hey, gorgeous," Coach Timmerman said, leaning on the driver's side of the car, looking down at Darien's false chest and grinning, "Doing anything tomorrow night?"

That was his usual line, to which Ellen usually replied, "Yes, Ted, with my fiancé. You know, the owner of the multi-million dollar software company?"

Darien looked up at the coach and slowly blew a thick cloud of smoke up into his face. Timmerman coughed and fanned his hand in front of him, clearing the air, but his growing excitement was apparent through his ridiculous red polyester gym shorts. Jimmy felt greatly relieved he wasn't the only one who reacted to Darien/Ellen dressed this way.

"Did you have something specific in mind?" Darien asked in Ellen’s sexy drawl.

"Huh? What?" Coach Timmerman replied, taken aback.

"Are you asking me out or not, Ted?"

"Um, yeah, Ellen, if you want. But what about that rich boyfriend, whats-his-name?"

"Carl? Oh, he's out of town on business until next week."

Darien took a final drag on the cigarette, exhaled, then tossed the it out the window. He pulled Ellen's lipstick tube from his purse then slowly, teasingly repainted his lips in the rearview mirror, casting sly sideways glances at Timmerman as he did. Jimmy looked away, afraid of getting turned on again, just before he had to go to class. When Darien finished, he got out of the car, and swung his purse over his shoulder. He touched Timmerman lightly on the face, caressing his cheek with a long painted nail.

"I'll meet you Friday night at eight at Abrianni's, okay, Teddy?" he purred, "And dress your best, hon. I know I will."

Timmerman stood there for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he slowly walked away with a stunned grin. Jimmy noticed that the coach walked a little awkwardly, trying to hide his erection. As soon as Timmerman was out of earshot, Jimmy burst out laughing. The coach had a date with Darien, the one student he hated more than any other! Darien slowly walked over to Jimmy, a sly smile on the false female face.

"You're not going through with this, are you?" Jimmy whispered, stifling his laughter.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I even have a dress picked out."

Jimmy swallowed, trying to picture Darien sexily dressed for a date. If Darien could look half as good as Ellen did when she went out...

"Just don't get my aunt into any trouble, okay? Jimmy asked with concern.

"Don't worry,” Darien replied reassuringly, “If I have my way, he'll be leaving me and Ellen alone forever."

Jimmy wondered just what was Darien up to, but before he could ask, Mrs. Talavera, Jimmy’s math teacher, pulled up next to them. She was one of Ellen's closest friends, and they often did things together off the clock. She was a very attractive, dark-haired twenty-nine year old Hispanic woman who had her own share of teenaged male admirers, Jimmy chief among them. Darien shifted back into his Ellen persona.

"Hey, Gina, how was your weekend?" he asked her as she got out of her car.

"It was fantastic, El!” Gina said enthusiastically, “Robert took me out to dinner for my birthday at this fabulous new seafood place over in Addison. We had lobster and a bottle of wine, and then we went dancing afterwards. I had SUCH a good time! And after we got home..." she paused, seeing Jimmy. She blushed a little.

"Jimmy, honey, you don't want to be late for Mrs. Hobson's class again, do you?" Darien said, raising an eyebrow and glancing toward the main building.

"Yeah, I'll, uh, get going. See you in class."

"Okay. But don't be late, young man. I don't care if you are my nephew, I will write you up."

As Jimmy turned to head for his first class, he heard Darien/Ellen say to Gina, "Okay, girl, spill it. I want to hear all the juicy details."

He couldn't believe it. Darien had fooled even Ellen's best friend! And now he was getting to hear all of Mrs. Talavera's sex stories, too! Neither Gina nor Ellen taught class first period, and usually spent it in the teacher's lounge, going over lesson plans, gossiping, drinking coffee, and smoking. They headed off together, whispering and giggling like little girls.

Jimmy went to class, worried that Darien might do something to give himself away. He'd already foolishly consented to go out on a date with Timmerman, what else would he do? What would happen to Ellen if anyone found out the truth? What would happen to Darien? And to himself?

Even at lunchtime, he couldn’t eat a bite because of his nerves. He sat at his usual table with some other friends, making lame excuses for why Darien wasn't there. He spent the entire lunch break subtly watching Darien from across the lunchroom at the teachers' table, praying that nothing would go wrong. Everything went fine, however, and Darien fit in perfectly, discussing students or the news or various other adult topics with the unsuspecting teachers around him. He never once performed any action or made a comment that gave his true age or sex away. He would even look over at Jimmy occasionally and wink knowingly and smile. He was obviously enjoying himself immensely.

His stomach was in complete knots by the time his fourth period, class Advanced American History taught by Ellen, rolled around. He sat down at his desk, dreading the prospect of Darien slipping up and giving himself away. He had to hide his trembling hands under his desk as the other students walked in and sat, chatting and waiting for the bell to ring. Tony Kincer, a good friend of both Jimmy and Darien, strutted in and sat in the desk next to Jimmy. He leaned over and popped Jimmy on the arm.

"Hey man, where's The Hottie? Out getting her nic fix before class?" he asked. 'The Hottie' was his nickname for Ellen. Needless to say, he had a considerable crush on her, and made her the subject of several of his most heated adolescent fantasies.

"He's not here yet," Jimmy mumbled.

"What?" Tony asked.

"I said 'She's not here yet.'" Jimmy cursed himself for almost blowing it.

"Cool. Hey, where's Darien at? I haven't seen him around today."

"Sick. I'm not sure what it is. Said he'll be out a week."

"A week? Damn, man, must be pretty serious. Sucks to be him.”

"Yeah, well, he's at home by himself for a few days. His dad's out of town. My aunt and I are going to go check up on him this afternoon."

"Oh, man, maybe I should get sick and send my parents away! You think she'd come check up on me, too?”

“That’s not funny, man,” Jimmy said, trying to stifle his growing irritation. Tony just grinned, knowing he was getting under Jimmy’s skin.

“Hey man, I thought you told me on Friday she was going to be gone today."

Just then "Ellen" strode into the room, the faint smell of perfume, coffee and cigarette smoke from the teacher's lounge in her wake. She set her purse down behind the desk. The students quieted down.

"Guess I was wrong," Jimmy replied quietly. He turned his attention to the beautiful impostor, hoping Tony didn't have any jokes about Ellen's "bedside manner."

Darien sat on the edge of Ellen's desk and crossed his legs. His skirt parted slightly at the knee, showing just a hint of sheer black hose over his shaven legs above the boots he wore. Tony moaned slightly under his breath. Jimmy felt himself a little guilty at his own reaction growing in his jeans.

"Hey, guys, have a good weekend?" Darien asked, Ellen's usual cheerful Monday afternoon greeting to her classe.

Some of the students spoke up and began chatting with "her". Darien remained sitting on the desk and held a small class discussion about their weekend experiences, warming them up to teach them. After about ten minutes, he looked at the slim gold watch he wore on his left hand and frowned playfully.

"Well, ya'll, it's time to get out of weekend mode. The state is paying me to teach you guys history and I want to earn my check."

He slid gracefully off the desk and went to the blackboard. He picked up the chalk and began writing various notes on the board about the Battle of Bunker Hill. Jimmy couldn't help but watch his friend's padded behind wiggle as Darien copied Ellen's feminine writing effortlessly.

"God damn, she has a fine ass!" Tony whispered.

"Hey, shithead, shut up!" Jimmy whispered back, a little too loudly.

Darien whirled around, a stern look on the beautiful latex face. He put his hands on his hips as he addressed the two.

"Boys, is there a problem?" he demanded, copying Ellen's most scolding tone.

"No, ma'am," the two replied in somber unison.

"Jimmy, you know I don't allow swearing in my class. Step outside, and wait in the hall."

"But -"

"Now, young man!" Darien said, slightly raising his false voice and pointing at the door.

Jimmy scowled at Darien as he got up from his desk. No one else saw it, but Darien winked playfully at him as he walked past toward the door. It caught Jimmy by surprise. Am I in trouble or not, he wondered as he stepped out into the hall.

"Mr. Kincer," Darien said, turning to Tony, "I'll deal with you next."

Darien followed Jimmy into the hall and closed the door behind them. He leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially in his own voice.

"What was all that about? The whole damn class heard you!"

"Tony said you had a nice ass."

Darien grinned.

"Really? That's great! That means he thinks I'm really Ellen!"

"Yeah, but I can't ignore that. You're supposed to be my aunt, remember? And you said I should act like I would if she really were here."

"Well, that’s sweet in it’s own way. But just try to keep your emotions in check and don't interrupt my class anymore, okay?"

"It's Aunt Ellen's class!" Jimmy hissed.

"Not this week."

"Yeah, all right. So now what? Do I go see Principal McDonnell?"

"Would I send my best friend to the principal? Just get back into class, and act like I jumped your case. And send Tony out here."

Jimmy returned to class, and sent Tony out in the hall to talk to Darien. Tony grinned mischievously at Jimmy as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Jimmy sat at his desk, scowling. What in the hell is happening, he thought to himself. This has got to be the weirdest day of my life. He just sullenly stared ahead in silence as the rest of the class looked at him and whispered among themselves.

After a few minutes, "Ellen" and Tony returned. Tony sat down, still smiling. Jimmy just ignored him, not caring what they might have said to each other in the hall. Darien continued teaching class as though nothing had happened, going over the highlights of the Battle of Bunker Hill and its importance to the American cause. He walked casually back and forth in front of the class in the high-heeled boots, fielded questions without difficulty from the students, and didn't show any hesitation in his impersonation. Jimmy even noticed that when Darien wasn't writing with the chalk, he subconsciously held it between his fingers like a cigarette, just like Ellen. He was impressed with the depth and attention to detail his friend gave to the disguise. No one in the class – save Jimmy and Darien – had a clue that their history teacher, someone they saw every weekday, wasn't exactly who she appeared to be.

At the end of class, Darien cheerfully dismissed the class, reminding them they had homework due the next day. Jimmy smiled to himself. Darien was too good at this! Tony leaned over and playfully punched Jimmy on the arm.

"Hey man, sorry about the nice ass comment. I know she's your aunt and all, but I've never seen you get so worked up before!"

Jimmy sat at his desk and thought about that comment as Tony got up to leave. It was true, he had never gotten that upset about somebody talking about his aunt before. So was he getting upset because Tony had really been talking about Darien, even though unknowingly?

Tony paused by "Ellen’s" desk before leaving.

"Bye, Miss Spiller. See you at eight tonight," he said, turning around and grinning at Jimmy.

"Good bye, dear,” Darien replied sweetly, “Now get to your next class. I'll see you tonight. And bring an appetite, we're having spaghetti."

Jimmy slowly got up from his desk and approached Darien. He made sure everyone had left before he spoke. It was fifth period, Ellen's second break hour, so no other students would be coming in yet.

"What are you doing now? Did you make a date with him, too?" he asked suspiciously.

Darien stopped shuffling the papers on the desk and smiled at Jimmy. He maintained Ellen's voice as he spoke.

"Are you jealous? That's so sweet! Now I really feel validated as Ellen."

"I am not jealous! I just want to know what's going on."

"Tony's just coming over so the two of you can iron things out. I don't want any more tension in my classroom, so we're all having dinner together."

"Okay, but I don't know if that's such a good idea. I mean, aren't you going to want to get out of that stuff?"

"No, not just yet, although I'll probably take this bra off, and just keep the breast pads glued on. I guess I'll just wear a loose sweatshirt so Tony won't notice I don't have a bra on."

"Geez, this trips me out hearing you talk like this."

"Because you're having this conversation with Ellen or Darien?"

"Both, I think."

"Fair enough. Come on, walk me to the teacher's lounge. It's my break time, and ‘Ellen’ needs a cup of coffee and a cigarette."

Darien picked up his leather purse and slung it over his shoulder. They walked through the halls, talking like teacher and student. The teacher's lounge was on Jimmy's way to his next class, Geometry with Mrs. Talavera, so he usually walked with Ellen after History was over. Jimmy appraised his friend's impersonation as they walked. That Darien could so easily pass as a woman twenty years older than himself astounded him. His movements, voice, mannerisms, the way he dressed and wore his makeup. How did he learn to do all of this? For a moment, Jimmy wondered if Darien would ever pretend to be another woman, just for fun. Maybe even Mrs. Talavera...

As they passed the women's faculty bathroom door, Darien stopped.

"Okay, thanks for walking me, sweetie. I'll see you after seventh period," he said.

"What are you doing?" Jimmy whispered fearfully.

"Going to the bathroom. I've had three cups of coffee so far today, plus a glass of iced tea at lunch. I kind of need to get rid of it all!" Darien hissed back.

"Just don't let anyone see - you know."

Darien rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll be careful. Now go your Geometry class!"

Darien walked into the women's restroom, checking to see that it was empty. He walked into one of the stalls, closed and locked the door, then began to slide out of his skirt. He was very mindful of the heels on his boots as he removed the skirt, and then gingerly hung it on a hook inside the stall door. He then removed his padded girdle, the device that gave him the curves Tony Kincer lusted after, and set it up and away on the back of the toilet seat, out of view. Next he gently eased his privates out of the incredibly tight gaff he'd been wearing and set the gaff aside. He didn't really look forward to putting it back on, but he needed to wear it to give him the illusion of a smooth female pelvis. Besides, it was only a small discomfort to bear compared to the thrill of being an adult woman.

He sat down and urinated, finally feeling release. He'd wanted to do that all during fourth period, but waited so he could now do what he really wanted. After he was finished, he stayed seated on the toilet and began to fondle himself, looking down at the slim feminine hand with the beautiful long pink nails and the gorgeous diamond engagement ring. He thought of that morning, how unbelievably good it felt to watch himself disappear and be replaced by a sexy older woman. How great it felt to ease her face over his own. To recreate himself in such a beautiful, desirable image. The feel of her clothes, the taste of her lipstick, the smell of her perfume. Having her name, her face, her voice. Her entire life. How he became Ellen Jannette Spiller.

He reached up with his free hand and touched his face, caressing the mask lovingly. Feeling the curves of the false face, the blonde hair of his wig falling to his shoulders, he began to become lost in his new identity. He wanted more than anything at that moment for the real Ellen to stay in Bermuda and never return. He wanted to keep looking like this, to continue being this older, attractive woman. The thoughts overwhelmed him, and he began to stroke himself harder and harder. He found himself moaning in Ellen's voice, trying to remain quiet in the toilet stall in case someone walked in He had to bite down fiercely on his finger to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

"I am Ellen, I am Ellen, " she began muttering to herself as she pumped desperately up and down on her penis.

She began to think of Jimmy, the dazed, adorable look on his face as he watched Darien’s transformation from boy to woman. Jimmy's passionate display on the stairs as she smoked and put on her lipstick that morning at the kitchen table. She rubbed her penis even more furiously as she thought about Jimmy. His beautiful brown eyes, his cute little mouth, the mouth she had so desperately wanted to kiss all those nights staying over. If only her disguise would work, and Jimmy could accept her totally as a woman...

The thought of Jimmy making love to her proved too much, causing her to ejaculate with a force that made her legs quiver. After several moments of throbbing adolescent male orgasm, she stopped and leaned back on the toilet, gasping for breath. That was amazing, she thought, it was never that good before!

She relaxed on the toilet seat and let the post-self-coital bliss wash over her. Once she regained her senses, she reached over and cleaned herself up with a large wad of the toilet paper. She smiled in slight embarrassment as she saw a little semen stain on the very bottom of the silk blouse. She hoped the real Ellen wouldn't notice it after it came back from the cleaners.

She tossed the messy paper into the toilet, flushing the evidence of her maleness. She then dressed herself again in body padding and clothes, repairing the pieces of her female illusion. When all was back in place, she walked slowly to the mirror. She looked into it, checking to see if the mask had at all been affected by her actions. Thankfully, it hadn't and Ellen's face still looked back at her, although her makeup did need some slight repair. She expertly fixed her makeup, thanking the real Ellen for both her teaching and the chance to live her life. After she finished, she admired her work.

"Still stunning," she said to herself with a sly grin, "Jimmy and Tony don't stand a chance."

She strolled happily next door to the teacher's lounge. She was glad it was so close. Now she really needed a cigarette.

As she relaxed inside the lounge, she thought about what she had done and how good it felt. If only she could feel like that with Jimmy. But she knew soon enough he could be hers. Enough seducing would sway him. Besides, Ellen wasn't the only female identity Darien had available to him.

Jimmy couldn’t focus in Mrs. Talavera’s class, thinking over the day's strange events. He dazedly watched his lovely math teacher standing before the class, going over Isosceles triangles or something. He was so distracted, he couldn't be sure.

His mind began to drift, daydreaming of a snowed in ski lodge, just he and Gina stuck there, sharing a bottle of wine on a bearskin rug near a roaring fire. She laid there before him, dressed like an adorable snow bunny in black ski pants and a powder blue turtleneck wool sweater. She pulled him down to her, and then began kissing him gently. Jimmy responded, kissing her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He could taste the wine on her tongue as they grew more and more passionate.

Suddenly, Gina pushed him back. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable in the firelight of Jimmy's imagination.

"Jimmy, I love you," she said.

"I love you, too, Gina," he said.

"Then I have to tell you something. I'm not really Gina."

She reached up and pulled her long, straight black hair away from her head. On her head was now a familiar boy's close-cropped brown haircut. She laid the black haired wig aside, then pulled down the neck on the sweater and began removing her face, starting at the base of the neck. There was a peeling sound as the skin of her face came free, revealing Darien, his head on a body padded to duplicate Gina's. He lay there gently smiling at Jimmy.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Jimmy snapped back into reality. The true Mrs. Talavera stood there dismissing them with a smile. A confused and worried Jimmy left with a distracted wave goodbye and walked to his aunt's car. He didn't say a word to Darien the entire way home. Darien didn't prod his friend and merely drove in silence, casually listening to the news and smoking a cigarette.

They returned to Ellen's home, and Jimmy sullenly went upstairs. Darien poured himself a glass of red wine and lit a cigarette. He slipped out of Ellen's boots, letting himself relax on the couch. He turned on the TV and watched CNN Headline News, Ellen's usual evening routine. While it wasn't his typical after school ritual prior to his two months of training to be Ellen, he rather enjoyed it. He did feel a little drained from the day's events, however. He really hadn't understood before how stressful teaching kids his age could be. No wonder Ellen smoked, he said to himself as he took another long drag on the cigarette. He sat on the couch until he finished it, and then got up to change into more comfortable clothes.

Darien picked up the boots and went into Ellen's room, leaving her door open to listen for Tony. He walked into her closet and inspected her clothes, preparing what he would wear the next day. He found a beautiful black cowl neck sweater and a matching black skirt that went to his knees as well as a pair of sleek black pumps with three-inch heels. With the right pair of black hose, this outfit will look sensational, he thought as he set the outfit aside. Remembering that the weather in the morning was supposed to dip by about twenty degrees and get somewhat chilly (the unpredictability of Texas winter weather), he found a black wool coat and a pair of wrist length black leather gloves that fit snugly (the way Ellen preferred) and looked very elegant. Yes, with the right jewelry, this entire outfit would do the trick. He was glad that Ellen worked in a profession that allowed him to wear such nice things.

Darien turned his attention to the bathroom mirror and began to undress himself, getting ready for more casual wear. He removed his skirt and blouse, then the corset that he’d been wearing, and finally his bra. He had to laugh at seeing himself in the mirror, wearing only panty hose, the padded girdle and the rather realistic looking silicon breast forms glued to his chest. And, of course, the wig and mask. His face felt a little uncomfortable after so long under the latex and decided that he could take off the mask for an hour or so. Tony wouldn't be there for a while yet.

He removed all of Ellen's jewelry, from her earrings to her engagement ring, and set them aside. He then cautiously pulled the pins from his wig cap and removed the blonde wig, setting it on the Styrofoam head on the counter. Next he began to slowly, very gently remove the Ellen mask, peeling down from his hairline, reversing the process by which he put it on. He made sure not to tear the mask, although he did have two replacements just in case. He watched the mirror with a slight sadness as his new latex features were pulled away, revealing the boy once more.

Darien gently set the mask down on the bathroom counter and began fanning his face to cool off. The mask did get a little warm at times. He looked at himself again in the mirror, seeing his own face again, somewhat. He still wore Ellen's eye makeup, and hadn't yet removed the makeup from the mask. He was just going to freshen it up before Tony came by, and take it all off at the end of the day.

Darien thought for a moment about why he'd invited Tony over for dinner. There really wasn’t a reason for it, but he’d done it anyway. Perhaps he just wanted another boy on whom he could further try out his disguise, one who didn't know his secret. A boy who had a very intense crush on the woman whose identity he was currently borrowing. He grew excited at the thought of putting Ellen's face back on and becoming her again for Tony. And for Jimmy. But he had another face yet to wear for him...

He was lost in thought when Jimmy walked into the bathroom.

"Hey, Aunt Ellen, Tony and I– " Jimmy said, stopping in midsentence.

Darien turned, instinctively covering his ‘breasts’. He looked over Jimmy's shoulder in fear and saw Tony standing in the doorway behind him, his mouth open in shock

End of Part Two

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