Will is making out with his girlfriend on his couch when he feels her pull away.

“What time will Zack be here, again?” she whispers softly.

“Any minute now” he replies. “He just needs to pick up his phone charger. He forgot it here last night.”

She smiles and lets her hand fall down to his groin. She gently squeezes the obvious bulge underneath his pants. “Guess we’ll have to wait until he leaves, then…”

Will groans. “Ugh, I guess so.”

She bites her lip playfully. Will can’t help but glance down to her chest. Her breasts

strain against the thin material of her tank top, which reveals a generous amount of cleavage. Some might say she was a bit overweight, but Will found himself enjoying her soft, feminine curves.

He looks back up and gazes into her big, blue eyes. Her round face has a smattering of freckles and is framed by wavy, bouncy brunette locks.

“Hey, my eyes are up here!” she says playfully, hitting him on the leg.

“Sorry! Just not…uh…used to…” he stammers. “You just look really nice.”

She rolls her eyes. “Nice recovery.”

Then, there’s a knock on his apartment door. “That must be Zack” Will says, getting up from the couch.

He answers the door, and sure enough his best friend is standing in the hallway.

“Hey man” Zack says. “Sorry to interrupt your date.”

“No worries” Will replies. “You remember Rachel, right?”

“Yeah, we met at the party last weekend. Nice to see you again” he says to the girl on the couch.

“You too!” she replies with a friendly wave and a smile.

Will and Zack chat for a few minutes until Zack says “Well thanks again, text me later if you want to hang out.”

“Will do!” Will replies, seeing him out the door.

He turns back to his girlfriend. “Finally! I thought he was never going to leave” she says with a wink. “Zack can be a real chatterbox. At least I can take this thing off now.”

Will watches as she reaches underneath the neckline of her top and pulls out an unnatural flap of skin-coloured material. She slides both hands underneath it and starts to work them upwards. Anyone else might be horrified to see her fingers moving underneath her skin, but Will only smiles, knowing what to expect.

Slowly, her facial features distort and pull away. First her round chin, then her ruby red lips, freckled cheeks, nose and finally her eyes. She gives one last tug and her entire face - including her hair - comes off in one big rubbery mass. She tosses the mask aside and it flops down onto the couch, empty mouth and eye holes deformed by its own weight.

Will looks at the real face of his girlfriend, Emma. Zack’s younger sister.

“I hope my brother doesn’t come back because he forgot something else. He can be so absentminded” she says with a giggle.

“Me too!” Will replies. He picks up the mask and sits down next to her, holding it in his lap. “It’s so amazing how real this looks.”

“I know, right? The material hasn’t been around for very long, but it’s all we’re using in my special effects classes now. I also used it to make the suit I’m wearing. I made sure to give Rachel a little extra cushion. And I can tell you liked the enhancement I did to the chest area” she says with a wink, cupping her breasts.

Will blushes. “Well, I knew they were fake, and I knew it was you underneath…”

She laughs and hits his arm playfully. “I’m just messing with you!”

Will examines Rachel’s empty, lifeless face more closely. Her hair is much darker than Emma’s, and her face is fuller. He slides his hand inside the neck of the mask so he can hold it up in front of both of them.

“Where’d you get the idea for how she would look?” he asks.

“Oh, I just made her up. Once you practice the process enough times, it’s easy to make a mask of pretty much anyone. The more tiny details there are, the more difficult and time consuming it is, so I made her pretty plain. Just some simple freckles” she explained, poking the mask’s hollow cheeks.

“You’re really talented. But it seems like a lot of trouble to go through just so Zack doesn’t find out we’re together.”

She waves the suit’s slightly plumper hand in the air. “Nah, it was fun and it was good practice. And I really don’t want Zack finding out about us yet. I’d like to push that freakout as far into the future as possible. For now, we’ll have to make do with Rachel.”

Emma grabs the top of the mask and pulls it off Will’s hand, tossing it onto the table. She leans over and kisses him, the suit's breasts pressing into his chest. She whispers, “I want to get those clothes off of you. Help me get out of this. I'm not wearing anything underneath..."

She reaches down and pulls the tank top up and over her head, revealing the suit’s torso. Its waist is slim, but there’s a subtle hint of a muffin top above the waistband of her leggings. Swiftly, she reaches around her back and unhooks the plain, black bra.

Will’s eyes widen at the sight of Rachel’s large, but perky breasts.  “Like what you see, huh?” Emma asks, catching Will staring at her false chest.

“Uh…” he stammers. “Those look pretty real, too.”

“Well they should, that’s the whole idea” she replies, lifting one of the suit’s breasts and then letting it bounce back down into place. She then turns so her back is facing him, and Will notices the very subtle line of the zipper running down her back.

“Do you mind?” she asks.

Will takes a moment to reply. “Um, well, how would you feel about putting the mask back on while we...”

She turns back to look at him, with a devilish smile on her face. “Oh, so you want to screw Rachel now, huh?”

“Well, it could be kind of fun, right? And it’s just you under there. If it’s weird we can totally stop.”

She appears to ponder for a second. “Alright, fine. Just this once, I don’t want you falling in love with her.”

She reaches for the mask, hefting it onto her lap. “Close your eyes now.”

Will does as instructed, feeling his own arousal growing. With his eyes closed, he hears rustling and flopping noises, then what sounds like rubber sucking against skin. Barely a minute later, he hears her voice.

“Okay, you can open them.”

He opens his eyes and sees Rachel, topless, looking back at him.

“Is this what you want?” she asks.

“Y…yeah” he replies. “You look so real.”

“Well, maybe I am real,” she says, making her voice a little higher and softer, in the same way she’d spoken to her unwitting brother earlier. She leans in closer, her face inches from Will’s. “And maybe sometime I’ll show you who else I can be.”

Before Will can react, she pushes her lips onto his.