Author’s Note: Sorry for taking so long to get back to this, especially since the original version of it has been in existence for quite some time (originally posted to the now defunct Maskfiction.com and after that to the deceased Maskfiction group at Yahoo). But if you've been reading my other story, "A Mother's Love" (co-written with amazingly talented SlimV), you'll know I've had other things on my plate. That and an almost junkie-like addiction to "World of Warcraft". :-)
Anyway, I would like to give a huge shout out of thanks to everyone who has posted to the message board here about the story and/or written e-mails of encouragement. I appreciate you guys not letting me forget about Darien/"Ellen". Thanks guys! Without further delay, here’s the next part...

 

Chapter Five

 

It was the morning of Darien's third day as Ellen, yet somehow he couldn't drag  himself out of her bed. Despite his excitement at living another day as a gorgeous, sophisticated adult woman, he remained in the warm revelry of her satin bedsheets and the decadent softness of her favorite green silk teddy.  It felt so luxurious, so inviting, he wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the morning. He reached under the sheets to run his hands over the smooth material of Ellen's - at that moment his - lingerie.

"Oh, my," Darien said dreamily in Ellen's voice, "This feels wonderful!"

He slowly ran his hands up and down his undisguised body, teasing himself gently. He wondered just how often the real Ellen had done the same while lying there. He imagined himself in the bed, posing as Ellen with Jimmy lying next to him. He reached into the silk panties he'd worn to sleep that night.  Mindful of the long false nails still adorning his small, feminine-looking hands, he began fondling his morning erection.

Darien stroked himself slowly at first, setting up a fantasy life in his mind. A perfect world in which he could impersonate Ellen everyday. He and Jimmy could move to another town far away, and set up new identities, maybe even as mother and son. Yes, yes! It really could work, he thought as he caressed himself more forcefully. With a supply of replacement masks and wigs, he could live indefinitely as Ellen, or as her doppelganger somewhere else under an entirely different name. With the proper false credentials, he could get a job as a teacher or maybe even a real estate agent, an occupation that would go quite well with "Ellen's" charisma. He happily envisioned himself in this wonderful new life as a stylish, successful realtor, fooling all his clients with his perfect disguise. Charming and desirable to men, sweet and sisterly to women. Oh, yes! He thought as he stroked himself faster, elaborating on his fantasy...

He could earn money for them to live on and Jimmy could pose as his son, making his "mother" so proud of his scholastic and athletic achievements. Darien could picture it, bragging over Jimmy at parent-teacher conferences or at social gatherings in the neighborhood. By day, it would be a wonderful ruse. But at night, away from the eyes of their new friends and neighbors, they could spend the night together as lovers. He imagined himself coyly seducing Jimmy while dressed in a sexy silk negligee, much like the one he currently wore. He would suggestively dance for Jimmy in the bedroom, swaying to slow music, beckoning to him. Teasing him, giving him "her" most alluring gazes. Then slowly, hungrily crawling into bed to please him all night long in the same way the real Ellen did for Carl. This thought, this nearly attainable dream, drove Darien completely wild. He rose up in the bed, furiously pumping himself into a frenzy. He threw his head back and screamed out in Ellen's voice.

"Oh yes! Yes! Harder baby, harder! Fuck me, please!"

Unable to hold it any longer, Darien exploded, shooting warm adolescent semen onto Ellen's satin sheets. Spent and short of breath, he lay back in the bed, enjoying the afterglow of the most unbelievable orgasm of his young life.

As his breathing returned to normal, a wave of regret overtook him. He silently cursed himself for having done that in Ellen's bed, even if it had felt so amazing. He wondered if Jimmy had heard him cry out from his bedroom upstairs. He hadn't meant to be so loud, but the vivid fantasy of living with Jimmy and being his "pseudo-wife" was just too much. He looked at the mess on the bed in a mixture of embarrassment and mildly impressed awe. He'd never come that much before, although his history of orgasms was admittedly brief. He still needed to clean it up, however. He slid out of the panties and gently wiped himself clean with them, then wiped what he could from the sheets. He made a mental note to be sure to wash everything that night, and make sure all was in place before Ellen returned. Sighing contentedly, he reached over to the nightstand, picked one of Ellen's menthol cigarettes from the pack, and lit one.

As he lay there smoking, trying to imitate his image of Ellen in a similar blissful situation, he worried about whether or not Jimmy would be upset over his prank from the night before. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, disguising himself as Gina, considering Jimmy's crush on her. Pretending to be Ellen had its purpose, it allowed the real Ellen to be literally in two places at once. Jimmy understood that and had seemingly come to terms with it. But the Gina masquerade was entirely Darien's own invention, something done out of fun, with no malice intended. He'd only done it to get closer to Jimmy, but at what cost? Jimmy had said that he wasn't angry, but would he remain that way? Would he truly understand?

Darien crushed the cigarette in the bedside ashtray, knowing he didn't have the time to dwell on his concerns. It was the one drawback to his impersonation, having to get ready so much earlier every morning. While the real Ellen needed about an hour to get ready for a regular school day, Darien needed at least two, to ensure his foundation garments, mask and wig were all properly in place before he could even begin to start where Ellen normally would.

He reluctantly pulled himself from the bed, kicking aside the soiled bedsheets. He walked to Ellen's full-length mirror and looked at himself. It was a comical sight that greeted him, the teenaged boy with tousled brown hair wearing a grown woman's nightgown. Even though he adored being Ellen during the day, while he slept Darien put away the latex mask, wig and pads of his alter ego, leaving only himself, flat-chested and narrow-hipped, in Ellen's night clothes.

He smirked at his reflection, the boyish yet feminine image. He stepped closer to the mirror, examining his own appearance closely. He ran his fingers over his face, tracing his features, noting the differences in his own face and Ellen's. The places around his mouth and eyes where he would soon have her slight wrinkles. His eyebrows, which would soon become her thin, feminine arches. His cheekbones, about to become slightly higher and more pronounced. His lips, about to be replaced by a fuller, more luscious pair. His complexion, slightly blemished by a few minor spots of teenage acne, to become Ellen's lovely, flawless skin.

He walked confidently to the bathroom counter and gazed at the latex replica of Ellen's face lying in its foam-lined container. He ran a finger over the exquisitely detailed mask. It was such a rush for him to put it on and lose himself in the freedom of another identity. He wondered with a small measure of sadness if he'd be able to put it all away when the real Ellen returned. Not that he would ever harm her and try to permanently take her place, especially after she showed him all he needed to know about being her.

Well, maybe a few trips in disguise to someplace around town where she isn't known might not hurt, he thought with a small. mischievous smile.

He gingerly lifted the mask from its case and stared at it with a sense of pride. While wearing it and his wig, he was her exact double, without question. But that was merely a visual deception, even Jimmy could wear the same things and still look like her. It was Darien's ability to perfectly mimic her voice, movements and habits that made it all "real". He may have borrowed her face, hair and clothes, but underneath it all he was the one who gave "her" life.

He thought of how men reacted to him in both of his disguises, men like Coach Timmerman, or boys like Tony Kincer and Jimmy. They were easily charmed, and saw him as a real woman, even coming onto him as if he were. It was the ultimate validation of his disguise, and it gave him a small sense of empowerment. He smiled at the thought of what he had planned for his upcoming "date" with the coach. And for what he hoped might happen soon with Jimmy...

Darien turned to the Gina mask lying in its own container nearby. He gently laid the Ellen mask down on the counter next to it, comparing the two. It had truly been fun being Gina, but somehow living as Ellen somehow felt more comfortable. He slid the lid down on the box holding the false Gina face.

"Sorry honey," he said in mock remorse, still using Ellen's voice, "But I have to get to work."

He looked at the closed box with a sly smile. "I might still have one more use for you, though," he added.

Almost two hours later, after a shower and another delightful transformation, Darien stood once again in front of Ellen's bedroom mirror. The reflection that greeted him this time, however, was vastly different. The teenage boy with the sleepy eyes and short, matted brown hair had been replaced by a remarkably attractive, well-dressed blonde woman in her late thirties. She wore a cream-colored turtleneck sweater and an ankle-length red wool wraparound skirt, both of which showed off her false curves very well. A pair of knee-high black leather high-heeled boots completed the outfit, along with a few simple yet exquisite items of gold jewelry at her ears, neck, and wrists. Darien had always liked the way Ellen looked in the boots, so he decided to wear them once again. What the hell, he thought, it's not like a room full of high school kids was going to notice.

Well, I hope one of them notices, he thought with a sly grin.

He turned before the mirror, smiling and striking sexy poses. He flipped the blonde hair of the wig playfully one shoulder and laughed in Ellen's most flirtatious tone.

Yes, he was ready for another day as an adult woman.

Darien had avoided Jimmy that morning, feeling a bit awkward after the success/failure of his Gina impersonation. He had meticulously put on his makeup in Ellen's bathroom instead of the kitchen table, foregoing Ellen's usual ritual. He knew he couldn't avoid Jimmy the entire morning, however, they'd have to ride to school together. He'd just have to face whatever Jimmy felt - good or bad - when it was time.

He went to the kitchen, and found a pot of coffee brewing. A lightly buttered, toasted English muffin rested on a small plate at her usual place at the table. A note lay next to it:

"Aunt El,

I figured you had a long night last night, so I made breakfast for you. Hope you enjoy!

Love ya,

-J-

P. S. Tell 'Gina' thanks for the tutoring. She made learning math a lot of fun. You're still my favorite teacher, though."

"How sweet!" Darien said in surprise, "Guess he's not mad after all."

Jimmy walked in as Darien was finishing breakfast. He wrapped his arm around his "aunt's" slim shoulders and kissed "her" on the cheek.

"Hey, Aunt Ellen. You look great!" he said enthusiastically.

"Thank you," Darien replied, "That was very thoughtful of you to make breakfast for me."

Jimmy sat down next to his aunt's impostor. "You're welcome. But you're supposed to say 'Thank you, sweetie.' Remember? We have to do this just right, with no mistakes. You said so yourself."

Darien smiled and patted Jimmy's hand affectionately, imitating a gesture he'd seen Ellen perform.

"You're right. Thank you, 'sweetie'. You always know how to make your auntie feel so much better."

Jimmy smiled awkwardly, and then opened his mouth as if to speak, but paused.

"What's wrong?" 'Ellen' asked.

Jimmy paused for a moment, considering his words.

"Who," he began slowly, "Who do you like being dressed up as more... Ellen or Gina?"

Darien was caught by surprise, not expecting that question. He had been waiting for the eventual question about his sexuality, but maybe Jimmy wasn't ready to ask it just yet. Darien wasn't quite sure how to reply. Stalling for a moment, he pulled a Benson & Hedges menthol 100 from Ellen's leather cigarette case. He tried unsuccessfully to light it, having trouble with the disposable lighter.

"Damn childproof tabs," Darien muttered in Ellen's voice, the unlit cigarette dancing on his painted latex lips. He tossed the plastic lighter onto the table in frustration.

Jimmy chuckled to himself, having witnessed similar behavior from the real Ellen on occasion. He found it humorous that Darien had  picked up on that personality trait, even if he hadn't meant to.

He reached over without a word and picked up the lighter, adjusted the childproof tab on it, then flicked its little flame to life with a slight smirk. Darien was taken aback for a moment, then leaned forward and allowed Jimmy to light the cigarette for him. He arched his false eyebrows in surprise. Jimmy wouldn't have done this for the real Ellen, it was too intimate a gesture.

"Thanks ...sweetie," Darien said in Ellen's voice, settling back into his chair.

"Don't mention it, ... Ellen," Jimmy replied cautiously.

Darien couldn't help but notice how he'd addressed him. As simply 'Ellen'. It brought a gentle smile to his false face, another validation of his masquerade and one step closer to his goal with Jimmy. He took a slow drag on the cigarette, thinking over his answer.

He still wasn't entirely sure just why he'd chosen to pose as Gina. It really wasn't a prank, it was a genuine test of his abilities, to see if he could pass as a woman other than Ellen. A woman Jimmy also found sexy and desirable. Remembering the gentle kiss from the night before, he knew he'd been somewhat successful. But he'd erred while in his Gina disguise, stayed too long helping Jimmy study, and had gotten caught by a simple phone call. He had no further plans for "Gina", though. For the next few days, he'd be Ellen and only Ellen. That disguise was nearly perfect, and he loved being her. In fact, he loved it so much that's why he couldn't seduce Jimmy as Gina. It had to be Ellen when it finally happened. Perhaps his being Gina was a way to get closer to Jimmy, to open the door to entice him as Ellen.

"I don't know," Darien finally replied, "They're both such interesting women, and both very attractive."

"That doesn't answer my question," Jimmy pursued with a hint of amusement.

"Do you think this is funny?" Darien asked in disbelief, momentarily switching back to his own voice. Jimmy burst out laughing.

"Yeah, I really do. For the past couple of days, you've been so cool and sophisticated, acting just like Ellen. You've been watching me squirm, praying you didn't blow it. It's sort of fun watching you squirm for a little bit, especially since you look so much like her."

Darien smiled.

"Ok, fair enough. Ellen's my favorite. She's beautiful and smart and yes, sophisticated."

"And Gina isn't?"

"Yes, she is, but Ellen just feels more... natural. Like I don't have to act as much. It just comes easier."

Jimmy nodded, slightly perplexed but content with the answer. Darien took another drag on the cigarette and exhaled.

"Don't you think, sweetie?"

Jimmy looked at 'her', and had to admit maybe Darien had a point.

Later that morning, they pulled into the school parking lot and into Ellen's parking space. Darien stopped for a moment to check his face - wig, mask and makeup - in the rearview mirror before exiting the car. Jimmy watched his friend with a renewed sense of wonder. Darien could willingly transform himself into near perfect copies of either of the two most attractive adult women they knew. For the past few days he'd been stunned by Darien's ability to so convincingly impersonate Ellen. But after last night, he was completely floored by Darien's talents.

"Listen, about last night..." Jimmy began.

Darien stopped reapplying his lipstick, and looked at Jimmy expectantly.

"Yes?" he asked curiously.

Just as Jimmy was about to ask, there was a mild thump on the car roof of the car. They both looked up to see Tony Kincer grinning at them through the driver's side window.

"Hey, watch the car, dickhead!" Jimmy yelled.

"James Lee, what did I tell you about swearing in my presence?" Darien warned in his sternest Ellen voice.

Tony continued to grin foolishly, as though in on some massive inside joke. "What's up, guys?" he asked merrily.

"Hello, Mr. Kincer," Darien said evenly, the icy look on his face showing his disapproval. He opened his door, swung his legs out, and gracefully exited the car. He slipped his purse over his shoulder and walked toward the school. Tony whistled as he watched Darien's sexy imitation sway in Ellen's boots.

"God damn, hot stuff!" he called out, "Shake it, momma!".

Darien whirled around, a furious look on the mask.

"Mr. Kincer!" he warned, "I am your teacher and I will not be disrespected in that manner! Do I make myself clear, young man?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Tony replied, nervously retreating, unsure if perhaps he'd just insulted the real Ellen, "I- I'm very sorry, Miss Spiller."

Darien's scowl lessened, seeing how frightened he'd made his friend. He walked up to Tony with a more gentle expression.

"Don't let that happen again, ok, Tony?" he said in his own voice, making sure no one could overhear, "You have to treat me just like you would the real Ellen. It's really important. If we get caught, we're all in big trouble. Especially Ellen. The real one."

"Yeah, ok. I'm sorry," Tony replied lowly, "But you're just so damn hot!"

"Thanks, dear," 'Ellen' said, "Now you boys get to class. I have to stop by the teacher's lounge."

Inside the lounge, Darien found Gina waiting to speak to 'her'. She had a look of deep concern on her face, a look bordering on anger. She pulled Ellen aside and spoke in a low yet forceful tone that no one else could overhear.

"Good Lord girl," she whispered, "Have you completely gone insane? You're going on a date with Timmerman? What about Carl?"

Darien smiled reassuringly as he fixed a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar, just the way Ellen drank it. He gestured for Gina to sit across from him at the table.

"It's okay, Geen. I know exactly what I'm doing. After tomorrow night, that idiot won't be bothering either one of us again."

Almost on cue, the door to the lounge swung open, and in walked Coach Timmerman. With a leer that made Darien's stomach turn, he sat next to 'Ellen'. Darien found it hard the disgusted look off his false face and to also maintain Ellen's pleasant disposition.

"So, hot stuff, you ready for Friday night?" the coach said lecherously, moving in closer to smell Darien's perfume.

Gina looked away and rolled her eyes. Darien forced a deceptive smile onto the mask. Surely this pig doesn't think that line is getting him anywhere, he thought.

"Of course, dear," he replied, "I have a very lovely dress already picked out. Eight o'clock, right?"

"I'll see you there, gorgeous. I can't wait!"

Timmerman left the room, rubbing his hands in gleeful anticipation. Darien tried hard to conceal the sneer he felt forming beneath the latex face. Gina turned to 'Ellen' with a mixed look of horror and disgust.

"Ugh, that man is a pig! He makes my skin crawl just being in the same room with him."

"Mine too," Darien replied, lighting a cigarette.

"So what are you up to?"

"Oh, just a little bit of payback for all his crude behavior. And for one of my students he's been a little too hard on lately."

Gina looked at 'her' quizzically, wondering just who she was referring to.

"I didn't know you could be that devious. Just be careful, okay?" she said, "And don't do anything to blow it with Carl, either."

"Oh never. I love him more than anything. You know that."

Gina nodded, satisfied with Darien's fabricated answer, and returned to her lesson plan. Darien studied her quietly out of the corner of his eye. He made mental notes to himself, seeing the little flaws in his performance from the night before. Jimmy may have missed a few things, but his Gina performance did need some work - if he ever decided to try it again.

His reverie was broken as Gina looked up at him in concern.

"Hey, is Jimmy feeling all right? He seemed kind of distracted the last couple of days in class. And when I called last night, he sounded very strange."

Darien smiled, although he did feel a pang of guilt for putting Jimmy through all this.

"Oh no, he's fine. I think he's just been studying too hard lately. I found him asleep on the couch last night with his math book on his lap. You're not pushing the kids too hard, are you?"

"Of course not," Gina said, "I'm not Doris Tompkins. I actually like my students."

Darien had to control his urge to burst out laughing, mindful of any sudden facial gestures that might loosen the mask. Mrs. Tompkins, his controlling, less than compassionate English teacher, had been the butt of many a student's joke. He was glad to hear the some of teachers weren't too fond of her either. Gina, amused at the site of Ellen trying to maintain her usually ladylike composure, helped herself to one of Ellen's cigarettes.

"Hey, I thought you quit," Darien protested, remembering a comment he'd overheard once while Gina was visiting Ellen at home.

"Don't tell Robert," Gina replied meekly as she lit up and exhaled, "It's been a really stressful week. Besides, last week you said you were quitting yourself."

Darien sat back, took and drag on his cigarette. "Well, honey, I've been under some stress of my own lately. And last week I was an entirely different person," he said with a sly smile.

Gina gave a small, polite laugh, wondering exactly what her friend meant by that.

END PART FIVE

End of Part Five

 

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