The Substitute

By Victor

Chapter Three

"You're telling me that was you in class today? No way!" Tony Kincer said, shaking his head in disbelief. He stared at the partly feminized Darien, trying to understand that the attractive adult female teacher he was lusting after in class earlier that day was really his friend, a teenage boy.

Jimmy could only look on, silently holding his mouth open in shock, unable to utter a word. They had been found out. Surely Tony would tell everyone. Ellen would be fired, and they'd be the laughing stock of the school, and probably be expelled.

Darien looked over at Tony, the initial terror of having been discovered out of his Ellen disguise beginning to fade. He calmly leaned against the bathroom counter and collected himself before answering.

"Believe it Tony, I was Ellen today, and I will be every day until she gets back next week," he said defiantly in his own voice.

Tony slowly walked toward Darien, looking him over, shaking his head. He gently poked at the amazingly lifelike silicon breast forms still glued to Darien's chest.

"Jesus, that is just too cool! You looked just like her! You sounded like her! I totally thought it was her! How’d you do it, man?"

Darien stepped away from Tony's poking and gestured to the mask and wig on the counter. Tony carefully picked up the mask and curiously inspected it, looking at it from several different angles.

"Where did you get this thing?" he asked.

"My cousin works for one of the big movie studios out in Hollywood. He made a cast of my face and created the mask over it using some pictures of Ellen I sent him."

"This thing completely kicks ass! Put it back on, I want to see how it works again!"

Darien held up a manicured hand in warning. "One thing first, Tony. You can't tell anyone – and I mean anyone – about this, do you understand?"

Tony grinned, happy to be in on what he thought was the ultimate scam. "Hey, no sweat. Besides, who'd believe me?"

"Good point," Darien said, "I was going to let my face breathe for a while, though, before I put the mask back on. Give me a little time to rest, okay? You guys go out and play a video game or something. I'm going to take a little nap first."

Jimmy and Tony went into the living room and started up Jimmy's Play Station. After about an hour, they heard Darien get up and go into the bathroom.

"Wait a minute! Don't get dressed up without me! I want to watch," Tony called out eagerly, running into Ellen’s bedroom.

Jimmy sat there, somewhat bewildered by his friend’s reaction to Darien's elaborate disguise. He thought Tony, with all his adolescent bravado and swagger, would have been repulsed by the masquerade, but apparently not. It was a side of Tony that Jimmy didn't expect. But then, Tony was so in love with Ellen, maybe he'd take a near perfect copy, if not the real thing.

Jimmy wasn't even sure himself of his own reaction. Darien could look so damned good, but he was still a boy underneath the mask, makeup, body padding and clothes. And that Darien looked exactly like Ellen, his own aunt, a woman he shouldn't be attracted to anyway, didn't help matters much. How could he be attracted to his own aunt and his best friend? How could they be the same person?

Tony sat down in a chair in Ellen’s bathroom, eagerly awaiting Darien’s upcoming transformation of gender and age. Darien walked in, holding a lacy black bra that Tony found very sexy. Darien slipped his hands into the straps, and nestled his breastforms into the cups. Reaching around, he connected the hooks in the back. He picked up a waist cincher, fastened it around his torso and looked in the mirror at his now more feminine shape. Darien was already a thin boy, but the cincher was just a precaution to ensure he had Ellen’s precise measurements. Tony watched on, spellbound. Darien noticed the slight grin on Tony’s face.

“Oh, do you like this, honey?” he asked in Ellen’s voice.

Tony nodded eagerly, his grin broadening.

“Oh, then you’re really going to love this,” Darien replied, still in a female tone.

He sat down at the bathroom mirror and took a deep breath. He picked up the wig cap and slid it over his head. He opened the bottle of adhesive and began lightly coating his face.

“So that’s how you do it,” Tony observed.

Darien looked over and smiled. He wiped off his hands, then picked up the Ellen mask.

Tony leaned forward to better see the entire process. Darien put a blank expression his face, then gently but firmly stuck the mask onto his face, working his way up from the base of his neck. Tony found his breath speeding up excitedly as Ellen’s beautiful adult face slowly replaced Darien’s. After a few minutes of lining up the features, smoothing and adjusting, Ellen looked over at Tony.

“How do I look, Mr. Kincer?” asked Ellen’s voice.

Tony tried to utter a reply, but he was completely tongue-tied. Darien laughed in Ellen’s gentle tone.

“Well, I guess you do like it after all. But I still have some work to do, don’t I?”

“I guess so,” Tony was able to reply, “How does it look with the wig?”

“Now, Tony, dear, don’t get ahead of yourself! A girl has to freshen her face first! And we’re going out! I need evening makeup!” Darien gave him a playful smile. Tony nodded in agreement.

Darien lit a cigarette, but frowned slightly when Tony helped himself to one. Darien stayed quiet, though, not wanting to be a hypocrite.

First things first, he slipped in the green-tinted contact lenses, changing his eye color to match Ellen’s. He then worked on his eye makeup, repairing his eyeshadow, liner, and mascara. He blended them in seamlessly with the mask again so that no one could detect his disguise. Next he repaired his foundation and his blush. He took extra time on his lips, carefully repainting them. Somehow this was his favorite part of the transformation. He even put on a small, mildly erotic lipstick and cigarette display for Tony similar to what he’d done for Jimmy that morning. He could see Tony nervously licking his lips in anticipation. He smiled to himself, and wondered if Tony wanted to do what Jimmy had done that morning while watching him.

Darien then picked up the acrylic teeth that his cousin had also designed and slipped them into his mouth. He smiled sweetly at the mirror, satisfied. He then pulled on the blonde wig, pinning it to the wig cap securely. He looked in the mirror, and fixed any minor flaws in the style. Perfect, he thought to himself. He felt such a thrill seeing Ellen reflected back at him, the one person in the world he’d trade lives with in a heartbeat. But he was happy with getting to have her life for only a week. He turned to Tony.

“Good enough?” he asked as Ellen.

“Holy crap! You are so freakin’ hot!” Tony replied.

Darien smiled. He stood up and strode sexily over to Tony. He stroked Tony’s cheek playfully.

“Thank you, honey,” he cooed, “But if you really want a lady’s attention, tell her she’s beautiful, not hot. Now it’s time to get dressed.”

Darien walked to the closet and looked over Ellen’s wardrobe, almost trembling at the sense of anticipation. He loved wearing Ellen’s clothes, picking the right outfit to complement his disguise. She had impeccable taste, and he was extremely thankful she had such a fabulous selection of outfits to choose from. On one rack of the closet hung blouses and sweater tops of all different colors, styles and expensive fabrics. Satiny button downs, wool turtlenecks, silky cowl necks pullovers were just a few of the choices available to him. Another rack held skirts of different lengths, colors and styles. Beautiful, sexy designer cocktail dresses hung on one side of the closet, more casual wear – sweatshirts and jeans – on another. On the floor were lined up her shoes, varying types of high-heeled pumps and sandals, boots and sneakers.

He wished he had more time as Ellen to wear everything in her closet, but he decided on keeping it simple but sexy for tonight. Sexy, but not too sexy. He was going out to dinner with two teenage boys, after all. He pulled out the black cowl neck sweater and knee-length black skirt he’d chosen to wear the next day at school. What the hell, he told himself, it’s a special enough occasion. He’d find something else just as nice to wear in the morning. He set the clothes on the bed, then walked to Ellen's dresser and pulled out a pair of silky, sheer black hose. He propped a leg up on the bed and pulled them up his smooth, shaven legs. As Tony watched on, still in awe, Darien couldn’t help but feel a little like Mrs. Robinson from “The Graduate” (one of his father’s favorite movies, he ironically thought to himself).

“Benjamin, would you like me to seduce you?” he purred in his best Anne Bancroft imitation.

“Huh? Who’s Benjamin? And what’s with your voice?” Tony asked, confused.

“Never mind. Just a little inside joke,” Darien said, switching back to Ellen’s voice. Jimmy would have gotten the joke, he thought. They’d watched “The Graduate” together numerous times at his house with his father.

He slipped into the black skirt, pulling it up over his padded hips, and called Tony over to help him. He noticed Tony’s hands quiver slightly as he pulled up the zipper. Whether it was from nervousness or sexual tension, Darien couldn't tell. He then carefully pulled the cowl-neck top over his head, mindful of his wig and makeup. He looked at himself in the mirror, very pleased with the appearance of the woman who looked back at him. He adjusted his false breasts teasingly in the mirror, making sure everything was in place. He turned to Tony, who could only nod his head vigorously and grin in approval.

Darien opened Ellen’s jewelry box and picked out several very nice pure silver items Carl had bought for her. He chose a slim necklace, bracelet, and fit a pair of small hoop earrings into his pierced ears. He checked to make absolutely sure everything looked perfect, then walked to the closet again. He slipped his hosed feet into a very nice pair of black leather pumps with four-inch heels, ones Ellen only wore on very special occasions. He strode back and forth gracefully across the bedroom, making sure he’d have no trouble walking in them. He stopped in front of Ellen’s full-length mirror once again and admired himself, at how completely flawless his disguise was. He had to admit that he did indeed look stunning. He laughed gently at his own feminine narcissism.

Tony let out a low whistle.

“Damn, Darien, you look so fucking beautiful! I might not be able to keep my hands to myself!” he said in disbelief.

Darien looked over at him with a sexy smile playing across his latex face. He walked over to his friend, and leaned in very close.

“Well, you’d better try, honey,” Darien whispered in a sultry voice, “We are still teacher and student, remember?”

Darien leaned in and kissed Tony gently on the lips.

“That’s for the compliment. You’re learning. But next time, try not to swear. It takes away from the sentiment.”

He winked at Tony, then stood up and walked back into the bathroom. He spritzed some of Ellen’s best perfume onto himself before heading into the living room.

Jimmy had been waiting a little over a half an hour when Tony and a transformed Darien, once again Ellen, walked into the living room. Tony had a look of utter astonishment on his young face. Darien had, instead of going for a more casual look, looked stunning in the black top and knee-length skirt. It accented his false curves quite well, and with the silver jewelry and sexy black leather heels, he looked really sexy and elegant. Jimmy had to admit that Darien did indeed look amazing. He wondered how Tony was able to control himself. He wondered for a moment if he’d be able to control himself.

"So what do you think, boys? Good enough for a night out?" Darien asked in his own voice, posing sexily for his two friends.

"It looks great, but isn't that a little dressy for cooking spaghetti?" Jimmy asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I thought that this was a special night, so maybe we could go out. How about steaks? I've got a Visa card!" Darien said, switching to Ellen's voice. A nice, juicy ribeye steak was Jimmy's favorite meal, and Darien knew it.

"Hey, I'm down," Tony said eagerly. He just wanted to go wherever the faux Ellen went.

"Wait a minute," Jimmy protested, "Should we be doing this? You can't just go around using her credit card!"

"Don't worry, honey," Darien replied reassuringly, "Ellen said we could go out for dinner one night anywhere we wanted to and use it."

"Okay, but you keep your damn mouth shut," Jimmy said, pointing at Tony, who only grinned in response.

Great, thought Jimmy to himself. Now we're going out in public. Again. The thought of leaving the house made Jimmy extremely uneasy. The fewer people that saw Darien in disguise, the better. A lesser chance of being caught. He warily brought Tony with him to his room upstairs and loaned him one of his better shirts. They got dressed, then met Darien downstairs. It was starting to grow colder outside, and Darien had put on an expensive black wool coat and was pulling on a pair of Ellen’s black leather gloves. They fit snugly to his hands, almost forming a second skin. It made Darien’s feminine appearance even more refined. Tony could hardly contain himself. He thought to himself ironically that it was the best he’d ever seen Ellen look and wished she could dress like that in class every day.

The boys grabbed a couple of coats for themselves and the three left for dinner in Ellen's Mercedes. On the way there, Darien couldn’t help but flirt a little with Tony, who sat in the passenger seat next to him. He just felt so attractive and sexy, and had to test it out. He’d touch Tony gently on the arm with his gloved hand as he drove and talked, or would lean over just a little too far at a red light to get a cigarette from his purse, letting his perfume work its magic. Tony couldn’t get enough of his disguised friend, not caring who was beneath the latex and padding. He was completely captivated by the false Ellen. In fact, Tony almost preferred “her”. He could interact with this Ellen, joking and flirting, in a way he never could with the real one.

Jimmy, on the other hand, watched Darien’s behavior with a disapproving eye. He began to regret agreeing to go to dinner with the two of them. He didn’t really like going to fancy restaurants, anyway, he grumbled to himself. He preferred the convenience of fast food, like burgers or pizza. Sure, he loved a good steak, but grilled at home, not in some upscale place he never felt comfortable in. He usually stayed home while Carl and Ellen went out to such places. He liked Carl, and was happy Ellen was getting married to him, he just wasn’t accustomed to some of his future uncle’s taste in fine dining. Carl respected Jimmy’s feelings, and genuinely liked the boy. He didn’t care much for fancy restaurants when he was a teen himself, either. So he’d make sure to set aside some time for Jimmy and take him out to an occasional ballgame (where Jimmy would teach his Australian future uncle all about baseball, to Carl’s delight), or to a burger joint somewhere. The two would always have a good time, and they became good friends. In fact, Carl had picked Jimmy to be one of his groomsman at the wedding and Jimmy enthusiastically accepted. He knew Carl could never take the place of his father (nor Ellen the place of his mother), but he was perfectly happy to accept him into his family.

The restaurant Darien drove to was far nicer and more expensive than any Jimmy or Tony had ever been to before. Ellen and Carl enjoyed going there and knew the host quite well. He walked up and greeted “Ellen” warmly upon their entrance, kissing the back of her gloved hand, and hugged her warmly. He helped her from her coat and took the gloves. He took the boys’ coats as well and handed them to a pretty young college-aged woman behind a nearby counter. She looked at the beautiful, classy older woman before her in admiration. She hoped she’d look as good at that age, not knowing the fact that she was actually a few years older than the disguised boy whom the woman really was.

Darien had them sit in the smoking section, despite Jimmy's protest. Once they were sat, Darien ordered a glass of the house’s best Chardonnay. Tony scowled, not being able to have a glass of his own. Darien remedied the situation by leaning forward, teasingly sticking out his padded chest and asking Tony for a light, which was eagerly provided. The two kept joking playfully with each other during dinner, and Darien would flip his long blonde hair back, laughing at Tony’s jokes, or occasionally touching Tony on the arm. Jimmy sat and ate silently, watching Darien and Tony gently flirt with a sullen expression on his face. It was all very innocent, and no one in the restaurant thought to give it any attention, but Jimmy sat in his chair, growing more and more discontented as the night wore on.

The boys had just finished with their steaks, and Darien his Caesar salad, when a handsome older man in an expensive charcoal gray wool designer suit came up to their table. He had well groomed brown hair graying at the temples, but it gave him a very distinguished look. He had an air of self-assuredness and success about him that made Tony sit up and take notice. This was the kind of man Ellen - the real Ellen – would be attracted to.

"Oh, shit," Jimmy muttered under his breath.

"Hello, El," the man said, with a tender look in his hazel eyes.

"David," Darien said, taken aback, "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"I'm in town on business. God, you look great."

Darien smiled nervously. "Thanks, you too. How are you?"

"Pretty good. The job is going fine. Just got promoted to Senior VP of Marketing. It's a lot of work - and travel - but it keeps things interesting."

"That’s wonderful, congratulations. I always knew you'd do well with that company."

"How about you? Still teaching at Stevenson?"

"Of course. You know how much I love it. I even decided to take two of my favorite students out tonight for steaks. You remember Jimmy."

"Hi, Jimmy," David said, turning his attention, "I was really sorry to hear about your Mom and Dad."

"Thanks, David," Jimmy replied shaking his hand.

"You've grown quite a bit since I saw you last. How old are you now?"

"Sixteen."

"Really? When do you graduate?"

"In two years."

Darien then introduced Tony, and David turned back to "Ellen".

"How about a dance, gorgeous? There's a really good jazz band in the lounge."

For the first time, Jimmy saw a look of hesitation cross the false Ellen face. Darien suddenly lost Ellen's trademark confidence. He sat and thought for a moment, unsure of what to do, trying to come up with some excuse. Dancing was one thing Ellen and Carl hadn't taught him. There wasn't a need.

"C'mon, El, for old times sake," David said, holding out a hand slowly.

"Yeah, okay," Darien said, taking David's hand and following him into the lounge.

Jimmy looked on in concern. David was one person who knew Ellen better than anyone, and would spot any flaws in Darien's disguise.

"So, who's that? He looks like a pretty smooth dude," Tony said.

"Ellen's ex,” Jimmy replied, “They were married for ten years, but they got divorced four years ago. I think he was cheating on her, maybe. Aunt Ellen never told me for sure.”

Jimmy tried to peer into the lounge from his chair.

“Damn, I hope Darien doesn't blow this."

After about ten minutes, the dancers returned to the table. Jimmy noticed that David walked with a light limp. Darien sat down quickly and nervously lit another cigarette.

"Still smoking those things, huh?" asked David with concern, "They'll kill you for sure."

"Well, dancing with me might kill you. Sorry about your foot."

"It's okay. We've been out of practice for a while."

He leaned in and kissed Darien on the cheek, then looked into his eyes with a touch of longing.

"You still wear that perfume I used to love so much."

"I still remember that bottle you bought me our first Christmas together."

David smiled at the memory, a touch of regret in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable in that moment, Darien understood what Ellen had seen in him.

“So, where’s Carl?” David asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“He’s away on business,” Darien replied cautiously.

David smiled, a coy expression on his handsome features.

“Really? How about a nightcap?” he asked playfully. But Darien wasn’t entirely sure he was kidding.

A smirk crossed Darien’s lovely latex face. He reached up and took David’s hand.

“We’ve tried that for ten years, remember?”

David smiled. He squeezed Darien's hand gently.

"I'll see ya around, El. Take care of yourself."

"Goodbye, David. You, too."

David nodded farewell to Jimmy, then left the restaurant. Darien drained his glass of wine, leaned back into the chair, and took another deep drag on the cigarette.

"God, that was close!" he said exhaling in relief.

"What happened?" Jimmy asked.

"I don't know how to dance, and I stepped on his foot a few times."

"Well, he seemed okay to me."

"Yeah, more than okay. I think he's still in love," Tony chimed in.

Jimmy shot him a withering sideways glance. Darien smiled slightly.

“How did you know who he was? They were divorced long before you met Ellen!” Jimmy said.

“I’ve seen pictures, Jimmy. And Ellen’s home movies. I knew who he was."

"How did you know about the perfume?"

"I've heard Ellen talk about it before. It was really important to her. One of those first Christmas gift stories, you know? Young couple, their first Christmas together. You ought to pay more attention to her stories. Are you guys ready to go?"

The waiter brought the check, and Darien forged Ellen's name perfectly to the credit card slip. He left a generous tip, as was Ellen's usual custom. They gathered their coats from the lobby, the host helping “Ellen” into hers. She hugged him farewell, promising to return soon, and they returned home.

As the three sat at Ellen's dinner table, talking mostly about Darien’s skill at impersonation, Tony helped himself to a glass of Merlot and one of Ellen's cigarettes. Darien had him close the blinds, just in case one of Ellen's neighbors might spy her "corrupting" one of her students.

"Hey, explain this to me," Tony said as he sat back down at the table, "Exactly why did Ellen get you to dress up like her, and go through all this?"

"Well," Darien said thoughtfully, "She had to. Schumacher wouldn't let her off. And this was the only time she'd be able to meet Carl's dad. He's dying of some form of cancer, and he only has a couple of months left to live. Probably won't even make it to Easter, poor man. So as a final gift to him, Carl flew his parents to Barbados from Brisbane, Australia. It was really important to him that his dad gets to meet Ellen. And nothing, especially Superintendent Schumacher, was going to stop him."

Tony frowned. "Schumacher. What a dick. That guy needs to be taken out back, and have the living shit kicked out of him."

"Maybe so. But I think Ellen would like her fiancé to handle that, if it was necessary. Anyway, Carl paid for this whole masquerade, just so she could meet his dad before he died. And you don't want to know how much he spent on all this."

"Yeah, well he has the cash to blow," Tony said, "But what did Ellen think about getting you to take her place?"

"At first, she was a little, well, a lot freaked out about it. Actually, this whole thing was Carl's idea, after I showed him my Ellen imitation. Ellen, though, wasn't too sure about a teenage boy impersonating her. But after I showed her how well I could do it, and how great the mask turned out, she relented.”

Darien paused and took a sip from Tony’s wineglass, winking at him. Tony grinned in reply, looking at the rose-colored lipstick stain on the glass as it was handed back.

“I think the thing that bothered her the most, though, was the smoking,” Darien continued, “She even lied and told Gina she was going to try to quit this week, so I wouldn’t smoke. She didn’t know that I’d already been doing it for a while now. So I just told Gina when she asked me about it today I’d changed my mind, and wasn’t ready to quit yet.”

"Thanks,” Jimmy said sarcastically, “You should have really gotten her to quit while you had the chance.”

Darien frowned and lit another cigarette just to prove a point. The real Ellen didn't like to be criticized about her smoking, and sometimes got very defensive about it.

"Okay, guys I think it's time for bed," Jimmy said a little while later.

"Are you nuts?" Tony asked, "We can do anything we want, and you want to sleep?"

"He's right," Darien said, "We can't go around partying in Ellen's absence. We have to act like she's still here."

"C'mon, you guys! Nobody telling us what to do, let's live it up!"

Darien spoke firmly in Ellen's voice.

"Look, Tony, this isn't a game. We have to protect Ellen, and no one can know she's gone."

Tony frowned, and stared down at the wineglass.

"We could have so much fun. We’ve got a fake adult to buy us all the beer we want but you guys are going to pussy out."

"Call your parents, and you can stay over, okay?" Darien said, trying not to become aggravated.

Tony brightened considerably.

"Cool! Can we have some more wine?"

"Okay, but don't overdo it. You've gotta go to school tomorrow. We'll just put in a movie or something, and take it easy."

"Hey, no problem."

Tony called his parents and told them he was staying the night. Jimmy went upstairs and crawled into bed. It had been an emotionally exhausting day and he needed some rest. However, sleep didn’t come easily. He lay there awake, thinking about Darien and his transformation, his ability to change his apparent age and gender. He found himself growing excited thinking about it, and could only go to sleep after he’d masturbated himself into release. Soon he drifted off to sleep, dreaming about his sexy Aunt Ellen…

A couple of hours later he woke up, very thirsty. He went downstairs for a glass of water from the filtered pitcher in the refrigerator. As he walked into the living room, wearing only his boxers, he stopped cold. Darien, still completely dressed as Ellen, was on his knees facing Tony on the couch. He had his face down in Tony's crotch and Tony’s jeans were down around his ankles. The bobbing up and down of Darien’s blonde-wigged head and the look of extreme pleasure on Tony's face left no doubt as to what was going on.

"Oh my god, what the hell are you two doing?" Jimmy screamed.

Darien jumped to his feet in surprise and Tony began pulling up his pants.

"Hey, man, it's cool," Tony said reassuringly.

"What? No, it’s not cool!" Jimmy replied angrily. He began to step toward Tony with his fists clenched.

"Tony," Darien said levelly, causing Jimmy to stop, "I think maybe you'd better go into the guest room and get some sleep. Jimmy and I have to talk."

Tony walked to Ellen's guestroom, his face turning red from embarrassment. He couldn't look Jimmy in the eye as he walked past. Jimmy could only glare at him, his fists still clenched.

Darien motioned for Jimmy to follow him into the kitchen. He poured Jimmy a glass of water, and had him sit down at the table with him. He lit a cigarette to tame the taste in his mouth.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he said.

"What the hell was all that about?" Jimmy asked.

Darien paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer. He took a drag on the cigarette before answering.

"I think maybe we had a bit too much wine,” he said, exhaling, “And we got carried away. Tony seems to want me so badly.”

“You or Ellen?”

Darien leaned in and spoke in Ellen’s sexiest tone, “Look at me, Jimmy. Look at my face, my body. Listen to my voice. Right now, is there a difference?”

Jimmy looked at the gorgeous adult woman seated in front of him. As Jimmy felt his erection growing, he had to admit that there wasn’t a difference.

Darien saw the bulge rising in Jimmy’s shorts and smiled. He leaned over and kissed Jimmy gently on the lips.

"Goodnight, sweetie. Sweet dreams," he said and walked to Ellen's bedroom, swaying his padded hips. Jimmy sat at the table, confused but very aroused.

End of Part Three

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