Emily quietly pushes the kitchen door open just enough to see into the next room. She smirks and stifles a laugh, as she sees the group of excited young girls sitting on the floor in a circle around the centre of attention. They all beam upwards at the stunning blonde princess sitting in the armchair, wearing an elegant red, fluffy dress and sparkling tiara. The dress might be considered a bit short, but the white stockings covering her legs kept her modest. Her hair is done up in loose curls, and she is has on bright red lipstick and matching nail polish.
She is currently reading to the group from a colourful book in her soft, lilting voice. The group appears to hang on every word, their eyes wide in wonder.
Emily’s daughter Lily had begged her for weeks to try to get her favourite book character, Princess Caroline, to make an appearance at her birthday party. And, of course, Emily was all too happy to oblige.
After finishing the last page, Caroline looks up with a big smile and says cheerfully “Well, girls, Princess Caroline is going to take a quick break. But when I get back, we’ll let Lily here open up her presents. How does that sound?”
The children all squeal with delight. Caroline stands and sets the book down on a table, then starts making her way over to the kitchen door. Emily steps back and leans against the countertop, taking a sip from a cup of tea.
As soon as the “princess” comes through the door, her bright, smiling face abruptly changes to a look of irritation. Looking over at Emily, her eyes narrow as she frowns.
She walks over to the counter and, in a low voice, whispers angrily “I look fucking ridiculous in this thing. Can’t you take over? I can’t believe I even let you talk me into this.”
It was a strange inconsistency to hear the bright and beautiful princess speak so sharply and with such foul language, and Emily can’t help but giggle. “That’s not a very ladylike tone, Princess Caroline. You knew what you were getting into, and there are a bunch of girls out there waiting for you.”
Caroline snarls and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s not you wearing this fucking costume. Can’t I at least take a break? It’s getting really warm under here…”
The blonde reaches her hands up to the back of her neck, underneath her flowing locks. But before she can do anything else, Emily grabs her arms and pulls them back down.
“Oh no, you don’t!” She admonishes. “Imagine if one of them came in here right now! You’ll just have to tough it out.”
Caroline gives her a pleading look. “Please? I’ll go into the bathroom. Just for five minutes!”
Emily shakes her head. “Nope. Remember, you owe me. You are staying in there for the whole afternoon. Then maybe we’ll be even.”
Caroline glares at her in a look she knows all too well. Despite the princess’s stunning visage and sparkling blue eyes, Emily can still sense the person hidden underneath the utterly lifelike prosthetic face and contact lenses.
“Now, why don’t you head back out there, Princess. I know Lily is excited to open her presents.”
“Don’t call me Princess, it’s making this even fucking weirder” the fake woman snaps.
Emily giggles again, revelling in the knowledge that it’s really her ex-husband Rich underneath Princess Caroline’s beautiful face and body. Even though they’d been separated for over a year, Emily had been enraged to discover he’d tried to seduce Lily’s twenty-two year old babysitter. So, she’d concocted a very satisfying punishment. One he’d have to accept, otherwise she’d take every penny he had in the divorce.
She thinks back to earlier that morning, as she watched the bitter and sullen Rich grudgingly tug Caroline’s lovely pale, empty face down over his own. She’d been assured of the costume’s realism when she bought it, but it was still a total shock to see how completely he’d been transformed. The edges around the mask’s eyes, nose, mouth and neck were all finely tapered, so no one could possibly tell the beautiful blonde princess wasn’t exactly as she appeared.
The suit had completed the disguise perfectly. Most of it wasn’t quite as detailed as the mask, serving only to give the wearer Caroline’s alluring, feminine curves. Rich had always been slim, so he’d been able to fit inside it easily. Emily had felt a wicked sense of satisfaction when she zipped him into the tight, confining disguise.
“Caroline’s” plain undergarments were permanently adhered, so she could only assume the manufacturer intended for the costume to be used strictly for wholesome purposes and nothing too…adult. Still, the slender arms and legs did seem quite lifelike, even having a pretty coating of red nail polish.
Emily had giggled and taken pictures all while Caroline had struggled to tug on the lacy stockings and colourful dress, muttering angrily the entire time. At one point, she’d been forced to assist when Rich struggled to fit the garment properly over his new, swollen chest. And, of course, Emily had to help brush the mask’s pretty blonde hair.
Snapping out of that delightful memory, Emily replies “Language! Of course I’m going to call you that, that’s your name, isn’t it? After all, you look like Princess Caroline, and you sound so sweet. Just like her!”
She pokes the fake woman’s cheek playfully.
“This goddamn voice changer makes me sound like some airhead! I swear, when I get out of this thing…” the “princess” starts, but before she can finish, Emily places a finger over her red, pouty lips.
“Enough! The girls are waiting. You go back out there right now, and I expect to hear you perfectly in character, or I promise there will be hell to pay” Emily threatens with a glare of her own.
Defeated, the phony princess lowers her head and nods. Emily takes a second to fix a stray lock of “her” blonde hair before pointing to the door.
Sullenly, Princess Caroline walks back out into the living area, to a chorus of cheers.
“Alright everyone, who’s ready to open some presents!” She exclaims, happily.
Forty-five minutes later, all but a few girls have departed with their parents. On the way out, a few parents had even discreetly asked Princess Caroline if she would be available for their own child’s party. The disguised Rich had merely smiled politely, and said “she” was unfortunately “too busy” to take new bookings.
Finally, after what has felt like an eternity to Rich, Emily looks over at Lily and her two remaining friends and says to them “Girls, why don’t you say goodbye to Princess Caroline and go play outside. It’s a beautiful day!”
The girls wave happily to their idol and then make their way into the backyard, leaving Emily and the disguised Rich alone once more.
The phony princess’s smile immediately vanishes, as Rich moves towards the staircase. His gait is still awkward, having found it challenging to walk in Caroline’s high heels. The suit’s wide hips and subtly bouncing chest certainly didn’t make things any easier for him. A lock of blonde hair falls in front of his face, and she watches as he frustratingly brushes it back behind his ear.
He intends to finally remove the ridiculous disguise in the spare bedroom, where he’d donned it earlier. Emily follows him, wearing a satisfied smile, and watches him unclasp the fancy necklace and clip-on earrings, tossing them onto the bed. The sparkling tiara soon follows. Rich then sits “Caroline’s” ass on the mattress, reaching down to unclasp the uncomfortable heels.
Moments later, she watches him reach around his back to unzip the frilly pink dress. With some effort, he lifts it up over his head, discarding it onto the floor.
Now out of the princess costume, Rich looks like just another pretty, shapely young woman standing in her underwear. The tight stockings accentuate Caroline’s feminine curves.
Emily can’t help herself, and she lets out a cat-call-style whistle. “Nice ass!” she jeers.
Rich shoots her a scathing look, which comes across as almost sensual on the mask’s delicate features. Still forced to speak in Caroline’s dainty voice, Rich replies “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure this has been very entertaining for you. But the party is over.”
He quickly pulls down the white tights, leaving Caroline dressed only in plain, white cotton panties and a matching bra.
Pausing for a moment, he regards himself in the mirror. He reaches his red-tipped hands up to his chest, fondling the suit’s breasts. “This chick is pretty hot. Maybe you want to try her on and we can have some fun?” Rick asks with a smirk.
Emily just rolls her eyes.
He reaches around the back of his head with both hands, parting the blonde locks and searching for the hidden zipper. Emily watches him struggle for a few moments, with a mischievous look on her face.
Exasperated, Rich mutters “What the hell…it’s all smooth…”
“Oh, right!” Emily chirps. “That must be the sealing paste. It covers up the zipper so it’s totally invisible.”
Rich stops what he’s doing and glares at her. “What…sealing…paste?!” He asks, angrily. Emily can’t help but laugh, because the threatening question sounds totally adorable when asked by the lovely Caroline.
“Oh, I rubbed it on there when I was brushing your hair earlier. It’s pretty strong stuff. It said in the instructions that it could stay on there for days.”
“WHAT!” The fake woman shrieks.
“Yeah, like I said, it’s strong stuff. I mean, you could probably dissolve it faster with some rubbing alcohol.”
“Well, go get some!” Caroline exclaims, panicked.
Emily frowns. “You know, unfortunately I think we’re out.”
Rich balls his fists, nearly shaking in frustration. “You did this on purpose” he accuses.
“Hm. I guess we’ll never know. Anyway, your best bet is going to be the drugstore, unless you have some at home. Do you?”
Rich eyes narrow. “No.” Is all he can say, fuming.
“Oh, that’s too bad! Well, even I think it would be mean to make you wear that frilly dress out in public. But we should be about the same size now! I’ll grab you some clothes.”
“What…you can’t…be serious” Rich stammers in Caroline’s soft voice.
Emily doesn’t reply, and instead heads down the hall into her bedroom. Rich is left staring into the floor-length mirror, seeing Caroline looking back at him, scowling. He feels humiliated to still be trapped in her - admittedly gorgeous - body. And now it looks like he’ll have to go out in public wearing her!
Emily returns quickly, dropping a bundle of items on the bed. Dark grey yoga pants, a loose white tank top, a pair of socks and some running shoes.
“There you go!” She says happily. “It’ll be like you’re on the way to the gym!”
“Son of a bitch” Rich mutters, reaching for the items. In moments, he’s tugging the yoga pants up, feeling a bit of resistance as he pulls them over Caroline’s shapely rear. The tank top follows, then the footwear. In just a few minutes, he’s looking into the mirror again, this time seeing a perfectly normal-looking, well-dressed, pretty young woman.
“Nobody better see through this costume” he huffs, prodding the mask and checking closely for any imperfections. Caroline’s perky breasts fill out the tank top nicely, and even he has to admit, her ass would certainly cause him to do a double-take. If he wasn’t the one currently wearing it.
“I wouldn’t worry. You look perfectly normal to me. Your bigger concern is going to be guys trying to flirt with you, sweetheart” she taunts with a wink.
Emily savours the mortified look on Caroline’s face.
She continues "Here, I'll even do you a favour, since I noticed your frustration with your hair falling in front of your face."
The blonde in the mirror scowls as Emily uses a hair tie to pull her hair back into a cute ponytail. "Great...thanks. That makes this so much better"
“No problem! Oh, and those pants don’t have any pockets, so you can borrow this. I already put your phone and wallet in here” she says, handing Rich a small black purse.
“Wonderful” the fake Caroline grumbles.
“Well, off you go. Thanks for the wonderful party, princess!” Emily says cheerfully. She pats the imposter on the rear, causing her ass to jiggle. Rich snatches the purse from her hands and walks out of the room. Emily hears footsteps on the stairs, before the front door opens then slams shut.
She walks over to the nightstand and pulls out a small bottle. Sealing Paste Remover, the label reads.
“Oh, Rich. You’re probably going to be pretty mad when you find out the rubbing alcohol is useless” she snickers. “Looks like you’ll be Caroline until I decide to let you out…”