CHAPTER ONE

(mid-November)

Emma and Will are enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon together in her apartment. While he scrolls through the endless sea of options for what to watch, her attention remains fixed on the object in front of her.

The hollow, disembodied head of a pale, pretty woman sits on the table, mounted on a white foam stand. The mask's wavy, cinnamon hair is pulled up neatly into a loose bun, revealing an incongruously pointy pair of elfin ears.

Emma expertly dabs the fake face with a tiny foam brush, adding layer upon layer of intricate detail. She now appears to be about halfway done with adding cute patterns of freckles underneath the mask's eyes.

"How's it coming?" Will asks, looking over to his focused girlfriend. He'd enjoyed watching the "woman" come to life over the last few hours, as her plain, featureless skin was transformed into an utterly lifelike visage.

"Coming along nicely!" Emma chirps. "I can't wait for her to charm all those cute kids and their parents at the mall."

Will grins. He loves how generous she is, volunteering her time to bring others some holiday cheer. Sure, maybe she also got something out of it, like being able to wear a cute elf's face around in public for the day. But it was still generous.

"Think she'll be available to charm me afterwards?" He asks, his grin widening.

Emma rolls her eyes, but her lips curl into a smile as well. She turns the mask, so its vacant eyes are staring directly at him, then ducks down behind it.

She reaches around and places a finger on its pink lower lip "That depends! Have you been naughty or nice?" She replies, in a high-pitched tone, working the mouth like a puppet.

Will laughs. "I'm not sure what the right answer is!"

Emma chuckles along with him, turning the mask back around. "You'll have to wait and see..." she teases, resuming her work.

Then, her phone buzzes, and she glances down at the screen. As she reads the text, Will notices a disappointed look come across her face.

"Everything okay, babe?" He asks.

"Yeah..." she sighs, picking up the device. "Well, no, actually, I'm kind of bummed. Remember how I mentioned Anna and I were going to the convention next month? Turns out, she has to travel for work and can't make it."

"Oh, man. That's too bad!" Will replies. "I know you were looking forward to it."

"I really was. We were going to go as a duo. Plus, my niece will be there, and I was going to be her new favourite character. I guess I could just go by myself..." Emma says, trailing off dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, babe. That really sucks."

She types a reply to Anna's message, and when she doesn't immediately pick up the brush again, Will can tell that she's pondering something.

"What's up?" He inquires.

"Um...I was just thinking..." she replies. "I mean, I was really looking forward to going and surprising Sarah. And the costume is way cooler overall if both characters are there. Would...you want to come with me instead?"

Will's eyebrows raise. "You want me to sub in for Anna?" He questions. "We're not exactly similar in appearance."

Emma smirks and shrugs. "Well, we weren't planning to go as ourselves, per say..."

"What do you-" Will begins, but then his eyes fall on the hollow mask of the brown-haired elf woman. "Ohhhhh."

His girlfriend laughs, enjoying the sudden realization.

"Anna knows about your...work?" Will asks, incredulously.

Emma nods. "Of course. She's my best friend!"

"And you were both going to dress up as...other people...and go out in public?"

She grins. "That was the plan. And it still could be."

Will shakes his head, startled by the revelation. "What's the costume?" He inquires.

She smirks, then walks over and sits next to him on the couch. She swipes on her phone and holds it out for him to see.

He lets out a short laugh. "Those are cartoon characters" he says.

"Animated characters" Emma corrects. "Sarah's really into that show. I sort of got her hooked. But anyway, we weren't going to look exactly like them. I was planning to turn them into lifelike people. Sort of an...interpretation."

"But...they're both female characters."

She chuckles. "Very perceptive. Yes, they're both female. This one is Sarah's favourite" she says, tapping the screen. "That's who I'm going to be. You'd be the other one."

Emma is clearly enjoying the befuddled look on her boyfriend's face.

"But...how?" He asks, hesitantly.

She laughs again. "You're really asking me that?" She gestures to the empty face on the table. "I'll make you a mask and you'll wear some padding and body shapers. You're skinny. It'll be a piece of cake."

Will does not look convinced. "You could really make me into a...woman?"

"Uh-huh!" Emma bubbles. Then she appears to think, talking to herself. "I already started on Anna's costume, but I definitely have time to modify it for you..."

Will laughs. "Hey, I didn't even agree to do it yet!"

"Oh, please?" She begs, putting her hand on his arm. "It'll be so fun. And Sarah will love it."

"I mean...I have been to a few conventions. But...I don't know...this seems a little out of my comfort zone" he replies, glancing over at the mask again.

Will recalls how his ex-girlfriend Jennifer had dragged him along to one once. He had dressed up as Desmond Miles, mainly because it seemed like less effort than going as one of his mythical ancestors. The overall experience wasn't great because, as it turns out, Jennifer had just wanted an excuse to flaunt her body in a skimpy outfit, and had spent much of the day ignoring him. The already rocky relationship hadn't lasted much longer afterwards.

Emma can read the uncertainty on Will's face.

"You wouldn't even have to tell anyone it's you!" She explains. "You can't tell it's me when I'm wearing a mask, can you?"

Will tilts his head and nods, acknowledging the point. It would definitely be more enjoyable to go with Emma, he thinks to himself.

He thinks for another moment, then shrugs and says "Sure, what the hell? It could be fun, being a superhero."

Emma lets out a happy squeal and throws her arms around him. "Thankyouthankyou!" She bursts. "It's going to be great!"

After a moment, she pulls away and says, giddily, "I can get your contouring now! I'll be right back!"

His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"You know, your contouring. The exact shape of your face so I can make the mask fit properly" she replies.

"Didn't you already have that to make 'Ms. Howard' a few weeks ago?" He questions.

Emma scoffs. "That was just a quick one. I didn't care too much about getting it perfect. For this one, I'll need to go the whole nine yards" she explains excitedly.

"So, what, you cover my face in gunk and make a cast?" He jokes with a grin.

She laughs. "Oh, please. That's so old fashioned. Hang on, you'll see."

Emma practically skips down the hall, into what Will assumes is her "secret workshop." She returns a few moments later, holding a strange-looking device that looks like a camera with multiple lenses.

She talks before Will can even ask, "3D scanner. Ultra-high resolution. Expensive" she states with a wink.

She has Will sit up straight, then proceeds to point the device at his face, rotating it and moving it around to capture every possible angle.

"Okay, now make some expressions. Smile, open and close your mouth, scrunch your face, stuff like that" she instructs.

Will, feeling a bit silly, does as he's told. Apparently intending to be incredibly thorough, she even takes several shots of inside his mouth and close-ups of his ears. Finally, after a few more minutes, Emma consults the device and nods, satisfied.

"Done!" She announces, turning it around. "Check it out."

His eyes widen as he sees a perfect three-dimensional recreation of his own face displayed on the small screen on the back of the device. Emma pinches her fingers, rotating the image so he can see it from all sides.

"Wow..." Will mutters. "That's awesome."

"I know, right? It's hard to appreciate the detail on the tiny screen, but trust me, it's there."

"Very cool!" he agrees. He pauses, as the significance of Emma having a perfect copy of his face sinks in. Then, he asks "So...you're confident that this is going to work?"

"Uh-huh!" She chirps. "Just you wait and see!" She gives him a quick kiss on the lips before leaving to put the scanner away.

Will remains seated on the couch, unsure about what he's signed himself up for.

CHAPTER TWO

(three weeks later)

Will is at home tidying up, when his phone rings. He looks down, sees that it's Emma who's calling him, and smiles.

He clears his throat a couple of times, and then picks up.

"Will's residence, how can I help you?" He asks.

But the voice coming from his lips is far from his own. It is distinctly higher, and has a velvety, breathy, playful cadence.

Over the last few weeks, Emma had been working with Will on voice training, in preparation for the convention. While he was initially lacking confidence, he proved to be quite skilled after just a handful of sessions, and had developed his own unique, feminine tones.

Emma bursts out laughing on the other end of the line. Playing along, she replies "Oh, hello. I'm looking for my boyfriend. Is he there?"

"I'm sorry, he's actually out right now. Can I take a message?" Will offers, feigning helpfulness while trying not to laugh.

"That would be very kind of you" Emma says, giggling. "Can you tell him that his...costume...is ready, and that he should come over tonight to try it on?"

Will feels his heart start to beat faster. This is actually happening, he thinks. I'm not just going to have some silly voice...Emma is going to give me a face to match it.

Composing himself, he replies "Wonderful. And what time shall I tell...him?"

He can hear the smile in her voice when she answers "Seven o'clock! Sharp."

"Very good, I'll let him know. Have a nice day!" The phony "receptionist" voices, disconnecting the call.

(later that night)

Emma opens the door to her apartment with a big smile, and Will can tell she's excited.

"Oh, good! I see your assistant gave you my message" she teases.

Will laughs. "Yeah, what would I do without her?"

"Come on!" She grabs his hand and leads him back to her bedroom.

They pass the door to her workshop and Will nods his head, inquiring "Oh, we're not going to do the big production in there?"

She shakes her head. "Nope, I have everything we need in here!"

They walk through the door and Will glances around. "Where?" He asks, not seeing anything noteworthy.

Emma grins back at him. "Can you begrudge me some showmanship? Come on, get undressed."

"Geez, not even going to buy me dinner first..." he jokes, stripping out of his clothes.

She starts to walk into her closet, and then stops, turns, and looks back at him appraisingly. "Oh, shoot. I almost didn't catch that."

"Catch what?"

She turns at him with a contrite smile. "Um...it's not usually a problem for me, because, well...oh, I'll just say it. You're going to have to shave, like...everywhere."

Will groans. "Seriously?" He looks down at his body, now standing only in his underwear.

She nods. "It's better this way, trust me. The disguise needs to adhere properly, and it'll be uncomfortable if it's tugging on your body hair."

He sighs. "Fine. Tell me why I agreed to do this, again?"

"Because you're the best boyfriend in the world!" She says with over-the-top enthusiasm.

"And don't you forget it" he grumbles. "Well, can you at least point me in the right direction?"

"There are new razors under the sink and the shaving cream is inside the shower" she states matter-of-factly.

Ten minutes later, after a rather bothersome ordeal, Will returns to the bedroom, towelling himself off.

"Guess I'm ready to go swim-" he begins, but his words are cut off.

Emma is standing next to her bed, with a big grin on her face. Lying on the mattress are what look like two deflated husks. One recreates the appearance of a shapely woman's hips, backside and thighs, ending just above the ankle. The other is of an upper body, lying face-down on its stomach, extending all the way through limp arms into flattened hands. Both half-suits have remarkably detailed skin, slightly olive in tone. As the startled Will approaches the bed, he can make out tiny hair follicles and freckles, enhancing the realism of the lifelike disguise.

"Wow..." is all Will can manage to say.

Emma chuckles. "That's the reaction I was going for!" She bubbles. "I originally had a single-piece suit for Anna, but with the alterations I needed to make, it was easier to separate them. But it's not a big deal. Just one more seam to cover up!"

He reaches his hand out and strokes the fake flesh. The sensation sends a chill down his spine. I can't believe I'm going to put this on, he thinks, in a mix of apprehension, excitement and awe.

Emma lifts the lower body from the bed and turns it around, revealing a smooth, plain mound on the front.

"As you can see, I chose function over form. The slit here will let you do your business, should the need arise" she explains, showing him.

He laughs. "Very thoughtful. Looks like a doll's groin."

She smiles "Hey, this is a wholesome costume! Sort of."

She holds the rubbery replica out and, after sliding his underwear down his legs, he takes it from her.

"One leg at a time!" She chirps.

He does as instructed, stepping inside the half-suit and pulling it up his legs. The material stretches easily to accommodate him, and it slides along his skin until it settles into place over his groin. She helps him with some minor adjustments, smoothing out some wrinkles, and in no time, he has the lower body of a well-proportioned woman.

"This is wild" he says, squeezing his much more rounded backside.

"Yeah, I had to add quite a bit of padding for you" Emma chuckles. "And you haven't seen anything yet."

She picks a wide, but very thin, band from her bed, that he hadn't noticed before. Seeing the look on his face, she says "I'll try to make this as painless as possible."

"Oh..." he groans. "Right."

She wraps it around his waist and slips one end through a slit in the other. She pulls tightly, cinching it down, and he winces as he feels it constrict tightly around him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll be wearing one of these, too" she muses. "You probably noticed our characters' bodies are just a little...exaggerated. Comic characters, what can I say?"

He flinches as she tugs a final time, securing the band in place.

"I bet yours won't be so tight" he complains, rubbing his waist.

"Well, no" she laughs. "But is that surprising?"

From her nightstand, she grabs a small tube. "Mild adhesive" she explains, opening the cap. "Not really necessary for the lower half, but your hands need to work properly."

"As long as it's mild" Will replies with a grin.

The tube has a foam-covered opening, and as she runs it down his arms and fingers, it leaves behind a clear liquid.

When she's covered what feels like every last bit of his skin, she hefts the torso from the bed and holds it up by its bare shoulders. His eyes are drawn down to the chest, and its pair of perky, ample breasts. Like the suit's groin area, they are plain and un-detailed, but Will knows they will appear just like the real thing once he puts on the rest of the outfit. The torso's floppy arms dangle limply, quivering as Emma gets the half-suit into position.

"I'll give you a hand, since it's your first time" she says, smiling. "Stick your arms out and slide them in."

She holds the torso up for him, and he does as instructed. He finds that his arms slip easily into the rubbery limbs, which seem thinner than he'd expect.

"Feels slippery" he notes. "You're sure that's glue?"

"It takes about five minutes to dry" she explains, nodding. "Until then, it'll actually help you get the suit on."

"Neat..." Will says. Emma lifts the torso higher, and he ducks his head inside. At the same moment, he feels his hands snap into their empty counterparts, like putting on a pair of rubber gloves.

"Oooh, that felt sort of weird" he comments, his words muffled by the rubbery garment being pulled down over his head.

His head pops through the neck opening, much to his relief, and the torso's chest begins to settle over his. He looks down and his eyes widen at the sight of a new pair of smooth, olive-toned arms.

"Now that you're in there, can you grab the bottom?" Emma asks, while she adjusts the neckline. "Just tug it down."

Using his new fingers, he grasps the pliable material and pulls. The suit's breasts promptly flop into place, hanging naturally on his chest.

"Whoa..." he mutters, prodding at one of them. He gives a little shake, and watches as they sway naturally.

Emma swats his hand with a chuckle, having busied herself smoothing out the fake skin. "You can play with those later" she teases. "How does it feel so far?"

"Strange" Will replies, holding out his arms and flexing his fingers. He now has a noticeably more delicate-looking pair of hands, with well-manicured nails. The suit clings to his skin, hugging especially tightly against where the strong, thin band had compressed his waist.

Emma runs her fingers over his arms, inspecting the fake skin closely. Will can see tiny hair follicles decorating his new limbs, along with numerous intentionally-placed freckles.

Will had been too busy looking down, playing with and admiring his new chest and arms, to appreciate the process taking place. So, when he glances over into the mirror, he gasps in shock.

"Holy crap!" He exclaims, turning so he's fully facing his reflection.

From the neck down, his body has been completely transformed into that of a shapely, undoubtedly eye-catching, woman. "Her" groin and chest are bizarrely plain, and the seams are subtly visible, but otherwise, Will's disguised appearance is remarkably lifelike.

"Impressed?" Emma inquires, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Uh...yeah" he replies, running his hands along his considerably slimmer waist. His fingers trace the suit's recreation of a strong abdomen. "Damn, she's in good shape, huh?"

Emma grins. "I didn't make her too muscular, but, you know, she is a superhero."

She retrieves another tube, this one containing a substance the exact same colour as the suit's fake flesh.

"Ready for me to cover up the seams?"

"Definitely" Will replies, cupping his new, swollen chest in his hands. "This is so...exciting. It really is like I'm becoming someone else."

She chuckles. "Now you know how I feel whenever I put on one of these."

Emma, with practised care, traces the roller around the tapered edges of the two halves. First, around his lower thighs, and then just above the suit's wide hips. Slowly, she erases those few faint hints that the body in the mirror is really a disguise.

She places the cap back on the tube, neglecting the seam above his collarbone. He assumes, in anticipation of the final piece. The mask.

His heart beats faster as Emma appraises him with a proud smirk.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something..." she teases, placing a finger on her chin.

Will looks at himself in the mirror again, still stunned at the sight of his head atop the strong, supple, womanly body he now wears.

"Can I finally see it?" He asks.

"Showmanship" she playfully chides, pointing at her chair. "Have a seat and close your eyes."

He groans, but relents. He sits down in front of her vanity and closes his eyes, marvelling at how the suit's ample backside changes the sensation. It feels like there's a layer of soft padding between him and the cushion. Because, of course, there is.

Emma returns and sets something on the table, and it takes every bit of his willpower not to open his eyes.

As if reading his mind, she preemptively chides "Keep them closed!"

He feels her snap a wig cap onto his head, tucking his hair underneath.

Then, he feels a gentle tugging at the outer corners of his eyes.

"Your new face has slightly elongated eyes" she explains. "These are just tiny pieces of tape to ensure it fits properly."

"You really went all-out on this, huh?" He says, growing more fascinated by the second. She hums cheerfully in agreement, and then he feels the tugging stop.

"More adhesive!" she states. "Might feel cold."

Sure enough, he feels a wet, slippery sensation as the liquid is applied all over his face, even across his lips. Finally, after what seems like forever, Emma whispers, the excitement apparent in her voice, "Okay, here we go."

He hears the soft sound of her slipping the mask off of its stand, then the tickle of hair touching the back of his neck, which causes him to shiver.

The mask slips over the top of his head and, guided expertly by Emma, begins sliding down over his face. It stretches over his skin, engulfing him, and he tries to keep an impassive expression. A hollow set of eye sockets snug around his own, as his nose snaps softly into place. He feels the mask's lips slide into his mouth, and its chin pop onto his.

For the next minute or two, Emma prods the mask, making small, subtle adjustments. He experiences a strange, squishy sensation when she presses around his eyes, causing him to flinch. Then, he feels her wipe away some kind of goop.

"Trade secret" she says. "A special compound pre-applied around the eyes to really blend them in."

Then, Will feels a soft brush work around every edge, and he almost sneezes when it slips gently up his nose.

She laughs. "Almost done!"

She runs the concealer all the way around his collarbone, covering the final seam.

"Okay, open your eyes, but don't get too excited. I covered the mirror" she says, impishly.

He does so and replies "Oh, come on! How patient can I be?" Sure enough, a black bed sheet is draped over the vanity.

"Just one more minute!" She promises. "I want to put in the contacts. I'm going for the full effect here."

Grumbling, he lets her carefully insert a pair of coloured lenses, which turn his blue eyes into a deep brown.

"Last thing" she says, holding out what look like a hollow pair of teeth.

Will looks down at them, still not used to the sight of his busty chest. "Wow, really?"

She nods. "You know superheroes, they all have perfect teeth. No offence" she says, with a chuckle.

He opens his mouth and she slips them inside. While he applies light pressure, as instructed, she walks to the side of the vanity. He looks up at her, his heart hammering in his chest. She looks back down at him with a happy, mixed look of pride, excitement and - perhaps - a hint of mischief.

"Okay. Are you ready?" She asks him.

"Are you kidding?" He replies. "I feel like I've been putting this on for an hour!"

She laughs. "Oh...this is going to be so worth it."

Finally, with great flourish, she reaches out and grasps the sheet covering the mirror. With a sharp tug, she yanks it away with a dramatic "Voila!"

Will gasps, and his hand flies to his mouth.

Staring back at him, with wide eyes and a shocked expression, is a stunning, dark-haired beauty. He lowers his hand to marvel at his new face, stroking it in awe. Thanks to the unbelievably lifelike mask, he now sports a sophisticated, slender nose and prominent cheekbones. His fingers trace along a set of pink, pouty lips, then slide down to caress a slightly angular, regal chin.

The woman in the mirror stutters, in an incongruously masculine tone "This...is...so...eerie..." while continuing to explore her undeniably gorgeous face.

"I thought you'd appreciate it" Emma professes, admiring her creation. She bites her lower lip and adds "Do the voice."

The fake woman seated in front of her looks up and smirks. The look sends a shiver down Emma's spine, because while the expression is familiar, the face is most certainly not.

"She" clears her throat softly and, gazing into Emma's eyes, speaks in a higher, sultry tone, with a seductive look on her face.

"Hey there. Did someone call for a superher-oh my GOD!"

Her eyes have drifted back into the mirror, causing her to break out of the impromptu ruse. "EMMA! What! I could...fucking...go anywhere like this!" She exclaims in her new voice, grasping and holding up a handful of straight, raven hair.

Emma bursts out laughing, clearly enjoying Will's reaction.

"You knew how realistic my work is!" She declares, still giggling.

The olive-skinned woman fluffs her hair around her face, leaning forward to examine it more closely.

"Yeah, but, with this voice! No one could..." she proclaims, struggling to properly express her level astonishment. "If my friends saw a woman like this out at a bar, they'd...actually, no, they would be way too chicken to talk to her. Fuck! This is crazy!"

She cups her swollen chest in her delicate hands and presses her thighs together. Looking back up at Emma in awe, she whispers "I'm a naked lady!"

The ludicrous - yet in a way, objectively true - statement causes Emma to snort and laugh.

"Yes, you are" she agrees. "We should probably fix that, right? You can borrow some of my clothes."

"Wait...what?" The disguised Will asks, continuing to use his practised voice.

Reaching into her closet, Emma pulls out a few items. "I thought you could spend the night wearing that. You should get used to the way it feels. There's only a week until the convention!"

The naked beauty gazes at herself in the mirror once more. "Oh...yeah, that's probably a good idea." She runs her hands down her hips and thighs, shaking her head in disbelief.

Emma returns with some clothes, to find the phony woman prodding at her face again, as if she needs to continuously convince herself she isn't hallucinating.

"So...you just...imagined how this woman would look?" she inquires.

"Basically. I mean, the character gave me a starting point, but I obviously had to turn her into a realistic person" Emma replies.

"Amazing..."

"Here are some comfy clothes!" Emma chirps, setting them down in front of the disguised Will. A plain pair of cotton panties sits atop folded grey leggings and a t-shirt.

"Uh...okay..." Will says, standing up. He picks up the underwear and steps into it, looking into the mirror and shaking his head. "Never thought I'd see that."

Emma chuckles. "So, have you thought up a name for this alter-ego?"

"I thought her name was-"

Emma shakes her head. "That's the character's name. You're going as a someone dressed up like the character. You need a different name to use!"

The partially clothed "woman" snickers. "You're very finicky about this, aren't you?"

Emma grins. "I am nothing if not meticulous."

Pulling the stretchy leggings up her thighs, she ponders. "I suppose Willa is a little on-the-nose" she jokes.

Emma chuckles. "A little, yes."

The disguised Will lifts the t-shirt up and pulls it down over his head. "How about...Claire?"

"I like that!" Emma replies. "Claire it is."

Now with clothes on, the fake woman appraises herself once more. She turns her hips, checking out the view of her shapely rear, hugged by the tight leggings.

"Jesus, I'm...hot" she whispers, placing a hand on her backside. With the other, she throws her dark, velvety mane back behind her shoulder. Her eyes meet Emma's in the mirrored reflection, and both of them smile.

"I think my work here is done!" Emma chirps, clasping her hands.

"How about your disguise?" Claire inquires, smoothing out her shirt.

"It's not ready yet. I wanted to make sure I finished yours first. It seemed like the trickier part of this plan. Same with our outfits. Those should be done in a few days" she replies. "Come on, let's go watch a movie or something. You can practise staying in character!"

Claire nods, taking one last look at herself before turning away.

As she follows Emma out of the room, she bangs her hip against the side of the door frame.

"Ow, shit" she blurts, rubbing her side.

Emma laughs. "That padding might take some getting used to. But at least it softened the blow, right?"

Claire gives her a dramatic pout.

An hour later, the two of them are sitting on Emma's living room couch, having paused the movie to eat some pizza. On a dare, Claire had been the one to answer the door for the unsuspecting delivery boy.

"Oh my God, his face!" Emma chuckles. "He's probably used to university bros."

Claire laughs along with her, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. "I know, right? I suspect my lack of a bra may have had something to do with it" she says with a wicked grin, grabbing her own chest provocatively.

"Hey, I wanted you to be comfortable for your first time!" Emma retorts.

While they eat, she appraises the person sitting next to her with a careful eye. Will appears to have gotten more comfortable in the disguise and, for all anyone else would know, she was simply spending an enjoyable evening with a female friend. A friend who, as it so happens, could make a nice living working as a fashion model.

"Seriously, thanks for doing this" Emma says, setting down her plate. "I know it's not exactly a 'run-of-the-mill' cosplay."

Claire smiles. "This is actually super fun" she replies. "It's such a...thrill. Like, to be able to wear this face and fool everyone..." she brushes her fingers along her cheek.

You're telling me, Emma thinks, admiring her creation.

"Wait until you see the costume!" Emma says, with a mischievous smile.

"Are you sure I can't see part of it now?" Claire implores, with a charming, hopeful gaze. Her deep brown eyes are wide, expressing feigned innocence.

Emma laughs. "Not until it's totally finished!" She replies. "But you should keep that look in your back pocket. In case you need a poor fan to do your bidding at the convention."

Claire grins. "I was using the look you used to convince me to dress up in this thing as inspiration" she jokes.

"Well, it almost worked."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh" Emma says, shifting closer to Claire on the couch. She reaches out and tucks a lock of hair behind the other girl's ear, then places a hand on her cheek. "Your performance so far has been very impressive."

Claire gives her a demure smile. "Well, thank you. The realism definitely has something to do with it. Seeing such a perfect...person...in the mirror makes it easy to just sort of slide into the role."

"It's true. I think with a little more practise, Claire could really take on a life of her own. And I'll get a brand new girlfriend!" Emma chirps, throwing her arms around the imposter's torso, leaning her head on her shoulder.

Claire laughs as Emma pulls her into a tight side-hug. "Don't get any ideas about long days shopping at the mall!"

"Oh, come on! You don't think buying Claire some clothes of her own would be fun? We could go to-"

Emma's words are cut off as she notices a highly incongruous bulge in the front of Claire's leggings.

Following her eye line, the phony woman carelessly drops her feminine voice and mutters in a much lower tone "Oh, shit."

They burst out laughing simultaneously, and Emma pulls out of the hug and props up next to the disguised Will, sitting on her knees. They eventually settle down, each wiping tears from their eyes.

"Well, that might be a sign it's time to take her off" Emma says, still giggling.

"Yeah, but what are we going to do? Claire can't be sporting one of these at the convention!" The imposter gestures worriedly, once again using her proper, feminine voice.

"Oh, I'll make some adjustments to the lower half. Don't worry, it will be fine" Emma assures, waving her hand dismissively. "Wow, this is turning out to be more work than I expected. First your pesky body hair, now that?" She says teasingly.

Claire playfully hits her arm. "Might I remind you this was your idea?" She laughs.

Emma grins. "So, do you need me to help you take off the mask?"

"No, I think I can do it" Claire replies. "Man, I don't think I'll ever get used to looking down and seeing this body..."

She briefly places her hands on her thighs, glancing down at her chest and shaking her head in bewilderment.

Emma watches as Claire then lifts her fingers and reaches inside the neckline of her shirt. Her brow furrows, and she feels around for a few moments, searching for the seam.

"Nice job with the concealer..." she says, with a half smile.

She appears to scratch, and the tapered flap of false flesh is revealed. She slips her fingers underneath it, and slides them up along her neck. They continue to work against the adhesive, as the mask separates from Will's face. Claire's angular chin pulls free, scrunching against her slightly parted mouth. Her fingers gingerly pry away her full lips and slender nose, as her elegant cheekbones flop loose. Emma can hear the soft suction sound of the adhesive separating as the fake face slowly comes off.

"Erm I doing erl right?" Will asks, now using his own voice, his words muffled by the mask.

"Uh-huh!" Emma replies with a chuckle, gazing at the pretty woman whose face is now a partially contorted mess. "It's very resilient, but take it slow."

Will traces his fingers around the mask's eye sockets from the inside, and they snap free, becoming nothing but vacant holes. He slides his hands higher and, with a final rubbery squelch, the entire mask lifts. Claire's forehead and eye sockets crumple down onto the rest of her face as her long, dark mane dangles in front of it.

Will hefts the mass of false flesh and hair into his lap, smiling. His face is covered with the adhesive residue, so when he leans over to give Emma a kiss, she playfully pushes him away.

"After you wash that off!" She says, giggling.

Grinning, he turns the mask over so Claire's face is staring up at him, now empty and devoid of life.

"That was so...incredible." Will professes, stroking its hollow cheek. It's such a strange feeling, to know that just moments before, he'd been wearing this pretty face as his own. Her pouty lips and elegant mane had belonged to him. And, if he wanted, he could tug the mask back on and become her again. The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

"I'm glad you think so!" Emma bubbles. "You were so good. A very well-acted first performance for Claire. This is really going to work!"

She gently brushes the mask's silky hair, helping him untangle a few strands.

Will looks over at her with a cocksure smirk. "Oh, you bet it is."

CHAPTER THREE

(one week later)

Will and Emma roll their large suitcases out of the hotel elevator and down the long hallway.

Pulling the large black case behind him, Will can't help but smile as they pass a small group of people going in the opposite direction.

They'd never in a million years guess what I have in here, he chuckles to himself.

They reach their room, and Emma swipes her card to unlock it. Together they step inside the nicely appointed space, closing the door behind them.

"Hey, should we have, like, been more careful about who sees us coming and going?" Will asks.

Emma laughs. "No one is paying that much attention. Besides, it's a con, a ton of people are going to walk out of their room looking different than when they walked in" she replies. Then, she adopts a mischievous grin and adds "Well, their changes might not be quite as dramatic as ours."

Now it's Will's turn to laugh. "Yeah, that's an understatement."

Over the past week, he'd put on the Claire disguise several times to practise his impersonation. And, in just that short amount of time, he'd grown almost totally comfortable wearing her face and body. With Emma's approval, his movements and expressions had become very natural, and he'd even become able to put on the mask and suit pieces all by himself.

It would seem to be a lot of effort for a one-time role, and perhaps that was true. But Will found the whole experience to be so exciting and fun, and Emma was clearly getting a kick out of it as well.

"How long do we have, again?" He asks, hefting the case onto the bed.

"I'd like to get down there by 7:00" Emma replies. "My aunt and uncle are bringing Sarah after they grab dinner downtown."

Will checks his watch. "Cool, so we have a little over an hour."

"Plenty of time!" Emma chirps.

Time for 'Claire' to make her grand appearance, Will thinks with a smile.

He unzips the suitcase and opens it. Lying on top are a bunch of his clothes, and some of "hers", so she'd be able to have something to wear besides her costume. He sets them aside, revealing a black cloth bag Emma had given him before they left, containing the disguise.

He opens it and reaches inside, immediately feeling soft tresses of hair. He pulls out the mask and grins at Claire's empty, gaping face. Hey, sweetheart.

He sets the mask on the bed, and it's pretty features crumple limply together.

He reaches in the bag again, and pulls out a rubbery mass of fake flesh by what feels like an arm.

"All ri-" he begins, but his words catch in his throat. "What the..."

In his hands is Claire's familiar, deflated torso, but instead of the chest being plain and featureless, a totally lifelike pair of breasts hang delicately in front of him. Bewildered, he runs a finger over one of their small areolas, a few shades darker than the false flesh around it.

He looks over to find Emma stifling her laughter.

"Why did you..." Will starts. "These look real."

Emma laughs. "I said if I was anything, it's meticulous!"

Will shakes his head, grinning. "You're crazy" he replies. "Great, now Claire can visit a topless beach!"

She looks at him mischievously. "That's not all..."

His eyes widen at the implication. He tosses the torso next to the mask, then reaches into the bag for the final element of the disguise.

He grabs a hold of a soft, padded thigh and pulls out the lower half of the suit. Holding it up in front of him, his jaw drops as Emma starts to giggle uncontrollably.

Where there used to be a stark, smooth mound, now sits a perfect recreation of the female sex, with intricate folds of soft flesh. A small, trimmed patch of hair sits directly above it, to complete the illusion.

"Emma!" He exclaims incredulously. "You gave her a...?"

Trying, but failing, to contain her laughter, she replies "I couldn't help it. You play her so well, I thought Claire deserved some real lady parts."

He sets the lower suit down next to the rest of his alter-ego's deflated form, gazing down upon it with his hands on his hips.

"You realize I have no plans for Claire to streak through the convention hall, right?" He asks, sarcastically.

She laughs again. "Well, you never know! Come on, now you can really get into the role."

He shakes his head, then grins. "You're crazy."

"That's why you love me!" She cackles, turning to open her own suitcase.

Minutes later, they've both stripped naked in preparation for putting on their disguises. Will looks over at the mattress of the other queen bed, currently occupied by the entire deflated body of the woman Emma is about to become. It's a single-piece suit, unlike Will's, which would make it a bit easier for Emma to assume her new identity.

The suit itself is just a shade or two tanner than Emma's pale skin, and its chest is noticeably fuller. Its hips also appear notably padded, though not as much so as Will's disguise, since Emma would be able to fill hers out more than he would.

"How many of those...things do you have, again?" Will asks in wonderment, still not completely used to being around the shockingly lifelike disguises.

She grins mischievously and replies "Oh...you know, a few..."

Will had to admit, it was thrilling to imagine his girlfriend walking around impersonating other people, and arousing no suspicion whatsoever. And now, he was about to join her, and become someone else entirely.

He glances away from the naked, voluptuous husk, not wanting to cause himself any issues as he puts on the lower half of the suit. He reaches for it and slips both feet inside, tugging it up his legs. Once it reaches the top of his thighs, he takes a moment to tuck himself back and into the special sheath Emma designed to hide any...inconsistencies with his appearance.

He winces in slight discomfort. Yep, that should do it.

As he settles the garment over his groin, he blushes as its genitals align directly over his. Curious, he reaches down and finds that the slit is still there, though, now, considerably more...detailed. His fingers trace the short, bristly hair that Emma had punched into the false flesh, to further add to the realism.

As he finishes up with the girdle, he notices that Emma has constricted a band around her own waist, to compress it even more.

"Really going for the hourglass shape, huh, babe?" He jokes.

"Uh-huh!" She replies, smiling. She leans over and lifts the floppy suit from the bed, turning its back towards her. She slips one leg inside, then the other, sitting down on the mattress for support.

Will goes through the now-familiar process of applying the waistband, cinching it down. When he starts to feel like it's cutting off his breath, and is thus properly tightened, he secures it in place.

After smearing his hairless chest and arms with the adhesive, he picks up the empty torso. Glancing over at Emma, he sees that she has just done the same, and is now inserting her arms into their hollow counterparts.

He mirrors her action, tugging the rubbery garment down onto his body. His fingers snap into the hands like gloves, and he begins to adjust the torso. When he pulls down the bottom edge, the breasts once again drop into place, but they look quite different than he'd gotten used to. He runs his fingers over the newly painted, lifelike flesh, shivering when he traces the outline of its nipple, despite the lack of sensation.

He looks up at Emma and finds her grinning at him. She's just positioned her suit's chest, and is now sporting a pair of larger, ample breasts over her own.

"You're welcome" she says, teasingly.

Will rolls his eyes, and they both resume their efforts. He goes through the now-familiar motions of sealing up the seams, encasing himself and fully assuming Claire's supple body.

"You mind?" Emma asks, turning around and nodding towards the open seam running down her back. She jiggles her hips playfully, showing off her enhanced backside.

"I thought you were double-jointed?" Will teases, walking over to her. Now inside Claire's feminine form, his hips sway naturally with each step.

Emma pouts. "But you're right there."

He tugs the zipper up her back, sealing her inside as the fake flesh clings tightly to her skin.

He takes a moment to admire her new body and mutters "Nice..."

She smiles. "Yeah, she's a shapely gal."

They proceed to don wig caps and smear their faces with the clear adhesive. Will has the extra step of applying the thin strips of tape around his eyes, which had taken him some extra practise to perfect.

In unison, with grinning faces, they both reach for their masks.

Will grasps it by the open neck and shakes it gently to clear tresses of straight, raven hair from the opening. He's lifts it up and is about to duck his head inside, when he looks over at Emma, who has beaten him to it. He gets a brief glimpse of a hollow, but unmistakably gorgeous, face underneath a mass of blonde hair, before she pulls it down onto herself, and it stretches its shape to accommodate her. He has yet to see the new face and body Emma is cloaking herself inside, and is eager to see the final result.

Smiling, he ducks his head inside the mask and, grunting lightly, pulls it down over his face. As he has done several times before, he guides Claire's sensual features into position, using his fingers to make the necessary adjustments. When he feels her lips and ears encase his, he opens his eyes and looks into the mirror he'd set up on the dresser.

Almost, Claire. He thinks, pinching and tugging his new cheeks. When he presses around his eyes, the blending compound oozes out, a bit unsettlingly, and he quickly wipes it away with a tissue. He runs a brush along the tapered edges, then uses the concealer to hide the seam around his collarbone.

Smirking at herself in the mirror, Claire inserts her deep brown eyes and straight, pearly white teeth. She runs her tongue along them, acclimating to the fit.

"Don't I get a reaction?" A smooth, breathy voice then asks, from across the room.

Claire turns and gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. She'd been so engrossed with the final steps of her own transformation, that she'd completely ignored Emma's.

A gorgeous woman with lightly tanned skin is standing completely nude in front of her, with her hands on her hips. Her breasts perk out from her chest, hanging delicately above a slim waist and flaring thighs. A mane of wavy, golden hair frames a strikingly beautiful face with a pert nose, impeccably arched eyebrows, and full, red lips. Her eyes are bright blue, gazing at Claire with a look of utter, sensual confidence.

Having experienced several of Emma's disguises already, Claire knows she shouldn't be surprised by the smooth, unfamiliar groin tucked between the woman's legs. From past experience, she knew the suit's intimate area would be expertly blended with it's wearer's, to create a seamless transition from false flesh to real.

Claire lowers her hand. "Oh...my...God" she whispers in her signature light, dulcet tone.

"Now that's the reaction I was hoping for" the woman beams proudly, tossing her hair back behind her shoulder.

While her change in voice isn't as dramatic as Will's, it is distinctly different. It's a little lower, and brimming with confidence.

Claire stands and walks over to Emma, her eyes roaming across her body. The two imposters stand face-to-face, both smiling wickedly.

The disguised Will has seen Emma assume other identities before, but it still remained so fascinating, knowing that it was really her underneath that lifelike mask and suit.

"I'd say we are going to make quite the impression" Claire murmurs, reaching out and cupping the other woman's breast.

"So handsy" the disguised Emma teases, gently batting her hand away.

Claire pouts and takes a step back. "So, you made me come up with a new name. What's yours?"

"Regan" the blonde states, matter-of-factly, running her fingers through her thick hair.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Regan" Claire states, with a knowing look.

Regan's face breaks out into a wide smile, and she throws her arms around the dark-haired beauty, hugging her tightly.

"This is going to be amazing!" she says, giddily, into Claire's ear.

Caught off-guard, Claire sways off-balance for a moment before laughing and returning the hug.

"I know, I'm excited!" She chirps, running a hand down Regan's back, stopping just above her rear.

The disguised Will feels a sudden tightness around his groin, clearly due to the busty, naked blonde now pressed up against him.

The two phony women separate, and Regan turns toward her suitcase.

"I'll get the costumes!" She bubbles excitedly.

While she busies herself, Claire discreetly checks the area between her legs. Thankfully, despite the unexpected arousal of the person wearing her body, nothing appears amiss. She runs a slender finger along her intimate area, shuddering slightly at the feeling of the utterly lifelike flesh.

Regan turns, and sees the dark-haired beauty's hand between her legs. She smiles and teases "We don't have time for you to touch yourself, Claire. We have to get dressed."

Will blushes underneath his mask. "I was just...checking..." he replies, in his practised voice.

"Everything down there look perfectly fine to me" Regan chuckles. "Here!"

She tosses her a small shopping bag containing what Claire assumes is her costume. "Finally" she jokes, setting it on the mattress.

Regan scoffs. "You've seen the pictures, you know how it looks."

"Yeah, but, I haven't actually seen what I'll be wearing to this thing..."

Excited, she reaches her hand into the bag and pulls out a bundle of fabric. She holds it up in front of her, gawking at the design.

It's a black spandex bodysuit, with a white stripe down the middle and across the chest area. It has an attached, silky black cape with a white border that looks long enough to reach past Claire's knees.

"This is...awesome" Claire marvels, stroking the soft material.

Regan smiles proudly. "Thanks! It's going to look great on you!"

She's holding up a bodysuit of her own, also black, but simple in design. The leg openings look as though they would expose all of her thighs as well as the sides of her waist, and the cups designed to support the wearer's breasts look like they would create some impressive cleavage.

Claire digs around in the bag, searching for a pair of underwear. She pulls out a lacy black thong and quickly pulls it up her legs, nestling it onto her groin. Eagerly, she steps into the bodysuit, before Regan calls over to her.

"Nipple covers!" The blonde chirps, with a wicked smile. She tosses Claire a small package.

"Really? I wouldn't need these, if you hadn't..." Claire starts, gesturing to her naked chest, but Regan casually brushes her off.

"Yeah, yeah..."

Claire applies the small stickers, then pulls the bodysuit onto her torso, slipping her arms inside. She settles it over her lithe body, adjusting the cups to support her breasts properly. The costume's stomach area has a rectangular cutout, exposing her toned abdomen.

Seeing her progress, Regan - who has pulled on a pair of high-waisted grey tights - walks over and helps her with the zipper. She tugs it up Claire's back, stopping when it reaches opening at the top of her neck.

"So cool..." Claire says, swishing the dark cape around her body.

From the bag, she extracts a pair of socks and a pair black boots, which she quickly pulls up her legs. They fit snugly, and reach all the way up to her mid-thigh. There is a pink stripe at the top, and two more at her mid-calf. The boots leave a portion of her upper thighs exposed, flaunting her tantalizing, smooth Mediterranean skin.

At this point, Regan walks over again, having donned her own bodysuit. It hugs her reshaped body snugly and, combined with the grey tights, it shows off her rather impressive figure.

"Can I get a hand?" She asks, smiling.

Giggling, Claire tugs up the zipper and smooths out the nylon fabric. While Regan resumes getting dressed, she slips her hands into a pair of black gloves, with similar pink striping around the forearms. Claire tugs the fabric up each arm all the way to about halfway between her elbow and shoulder, flexing her fingers and enjoying the tight fit.

She places her hands on her hips and turns to Regan, who has donned a dark blue leather jacket, and is in the middle of adjusting the cups of the bodysuit over her ample chest.

"Man, I thought I toned these babies down to C-cups..." she mutters, struggling a little to contain her padded chest.

Claire laughs. "So, what do you think?" She asks, in her best seductive voice.

Regan looks up and smirks wickedly back at her. "I think that you're almost ready" she replies.

Claire grabs one of the last items from the bag, a pink utility belt, and wraps it around her waist, securing the front buckle tightly. She nestles the belt snugly above her hips, getting it into a comfortable position.

Regan walks over to her, carrying a small makeup bag. Claire notices that she's tied a silky, black ribbon around her neck to complete her ensemble. She pulls out a small case, handing it to the costumed Claire.

"Fake eyelashes!" She chirps.

Claire looks down at the case hesitantly. "Yeah...you're going to have to help me with those."

Regan laughs, having anticipated the reaction. "Fine" she huffs, feigning exasperation. "Hold still."

Using a bit of adhesive, she carefully applies the fake lashes around the dark-haired beauty's pretty brown eyes.

When they're in place, she says with a smile "Now I know you hate doing this yourself, so I'll do it for you. Because I'm nice."

She traces a strip of mascara around Claire's eyes, and finishes off the look with some dark eyeliner. Stepping away, she appraises her work.

"How do I look?" Claire asks, fluttering her eyes.

"Uh...pretty fucking hot" Regan honestly admits.

Claire looks satisfied. "Good. That's sort of what I'm going for" she replies, with a laugh.

The two imposters spend a minute or two brushing out their hair, removing any tangles that had formed from putting on the masks.

Then Regan, now wearing a pair of black ankle-high boots, walks over and stands next to Claire, who is admiring herself in the tall, full length mirror. She smooths out the other woman's long cape, grinning widely.

"I think you're ready for the show, Helena" she says, running her hands down the back of the silky garment.

Claire places her hands on her hips once more. "You can call me Huntress!" She proclaims, thrusting her chest out confidently.

Then, she shrugs and looks off to the side in fake dejection. "All these identities are getting so confusing."

Regan laughs, fluffing her elegant, wavy mane around her face.

Claire turns to her, looking her up and down. "Damn, girl. You are looking good" she says, glancing down at the blonde's ample cleavage.

"Think so?" Regan replies, grinning. She turns around, offering Claire a view of the entire outfit.

"Uh-huh" the Huntress murmurs. "I didn't know Dinah had such a nice ass." She reaches out and squeezes the other woman's padded backside, covered only by a layer of soft, grey tights.

Regan swats her hand away playfully. "That's Black Canary to you, honey" she teases.

Claire smiles. "You're sure you don't want to wear this costume?" She asks, pointing to herself. "I mean, I have a cape."

"I told you, this is Sarah's favourite! I have to be her." She replies with a grin, then her face turns a bit more serious. "It's actually caused a bit of an issue for my aunt and uncle. Apparently she has taken to randomly screaming like a banshee, trying to do her own 'Canary Cry'."

Claire laughs out loud. "That sounds hilarious. I can't wait to meet her."

Regan reaches into Claire's bag and pulls out the final two items. "Last touches..." she says, her voice filled with impish joy.

With a big smile, Claire hooks a holstered, plastic crossbow onto the right side of her utility belt. Then, she takes the final piece, a purple and black eye mask, and settles it onto the bridge of her nose. She carefully secures the strap around her head, underneath her hair.

The mask's pointed eyes stick up above the top of her head, and a portion of the bottom edges extend down, covering her cheeks.

Once it feels comfortable, she looks over at Regan with an excited grin.

"You look amazing" the blonde beams.

The two phony women each wrap an arm around the other's back and gaze at themselves in the mirror.

Claire places a gloved hand against her cheek, in total awe. "I can't believe this is really happening. That this is really me."

"What do you mean, Claire?" Regan jokes. "It's just a costume."

The dark-haired woman laughs, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. She gazes at the costumed Regan with a look of seductive confidence.

"Let's do this."

CHAPTER FOUR 

It takes less than two minutes after their boots hit the convention floor, for the pair of costumed women to be asked for a photograph.

A girl appearing to be in her late teens had lets out a happy squeal when Claire turns a corner, grabbing her male companion's arm and pointing directly at the dark-haired heroine. She does a double-take, checking behind her for the target of the girl's excitement.

Regan elbows her in the side, leaning in to whisper "She's pointing at you, dummy."

Will, hidden behind the tight spandex costume and the gorgeous facade of his alter-ego, feels his heart rate increase. He'd never experienced this kind of attention, but considering his remarkable new appearance, he knows he shouldn't be surprised to receive it.

"Ohmigod!" the girl bubbles. "Can my boyfriend and I get a picture with you two?"

"O-oh, uh..." Claire stammers, before recovering with a pearly white smile. "Totally!"

Coincidentally, the couple has chosen to go as characters from the same genre, and they are one of several 'Harley Quinn'/'Joker' pairings just within Claire's eyesight.

The two stunning heroines separate, allowing the enthusiastic couple to stand between them. Claire glances over at Regan, and sees an unfamiliar expression on her face. It's a mix of exhilarated, confident and...something else.

God, she really loves this, Claire thinks. She looks down at her costumed form with a little smile. And I can see why.

A friendly passerby takes a photo on the girl's phone, then hands it back to her. She glances down at the screen with a big smile, then beams up at the raven-haired beauty.

"Thank you so much!" She says. "I used to love that show! Your costumes are amazing."

Oh, you have no idea, Claire thinks with a tiny smirk.

"Thanks!" She replies. "My friend here made them."

Regan nods appreciatively, and the imposters say good-bye and continue roaming through the hall.

Claire feels many pairs of eyes on her, and the young man wearing her face blushes underneath it.

"Wow, I didn't really think about the...attention" she mutters to her companion.

Regan stops and turns toward her with a smirk. "Hey, you need to enjoy it. I mean, look at you."

Claire pauses to look down at herself. "God, this is crazy..." She grasps the side of her cape in a gloved hand, and lifts it up. "If you'd told me 'hey Will, you'll be going to the convention with me next month', this is not what I would have imagined" she says with a grin.

"Shh" Regan whispers, gently hitting her on the shoulder. "You're Claire. Actually, Helena."

Claire giggles, letting go of her cape. She looks over at the beautiful blonde in the push-up bodysuit, and her eyes are immediately drawn down to her cleavage.

"Hey, hey. My eyes are up here!" Regan teases.

Claire smiles, looking up into her bright blue eyes. "Sorry. It's a little distracting, seeing you like that."

Regan grins, then nods toward a large display booth. "Come on. My aunt said they'd meet us by the Hasbro exhibit. Apparently they used the promise of toys to get Sarah to do her homework."

"My kind of kid" Claire chuckles.

As the costumed ladies make their way over, Regan says "Oh, I forgot to mention, but Sarah won't know it's me under here."

Claire raises an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"

"Well, she's kind of gabby, and isn't the best secret keeper. I'm still trying to keep my work under wraps, for now. I'll tell her one day, and I'm sure she'll get a kick out of it when I show her Regan. But don't worry, her parents know."

"Oh, all right" Claire replies. Then, she glances over at the blonde and asks "But what about me? Who do they think I am?"

Regan smiles. "I told them I was coming with my friend Anna. It's up to you if you want to reveal yourself."

Claire turns her head forward. She scrunches her nose, appearing to think before responding "So I'm playing Anna, playing Claire, playing the Huntress. This is your plan for my first time wearing...one of these?"

The Black Canary laughs. "You'll be fine! You'll barely need to say anything. You've done perfectly so far, those two teenagers had no idea."

Claire doesn't look so sure.

When they reach the exhibit, the disguised Emma scans the crowd, looking for her cousin. It doesn't take long. A young girl examining a shelf of Nerf guns looks up and sees the blonde bombshell enter the exhibit. Her eyes widen and she tugs the sweater of the woman standing next to her without turning her head. She's wearing a nearly identical costume as Regan's, though noticeably tamer and more age-appropriate.

The woman, obviously her mother, looks up and smiles, nudging the man standing next to her.

Without a word, the girl walk/runs over to Regan and Claire, her eyes wide in amazement.

"Oh my gosh, you're the Black Canary!" She exclaims, with a huge smile.

Regan laughs. "So are you!" She replies.

Sarah shakes her head, eyes locked on Regan's attire. "Yeah, but, my mom bought this costume online. Yours is awesome. Did you make it?"

The blonde nods. "Uh-huh! From scratch!"

Claire stands to the side, enjoying the interaction. Sarah turns to her and bubbles "And you're the Huntress!"

"You can call me Helena" Claire replies, with a wink.

"Soooo cool!" Sarah squeals. "I wasn't sure if there would be anyone else here in costumes from that show. It's my favourite!"

Her parents walk up behind her, and she turns towards them, chattering excitedly. "Check it out! We have the same costume!" She says, pointing at Regan.

Her mother laughs. "I can see that, Sarah!" She looks over at the beautiful blonde with a knowing smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Canary."

"She's the Black Canary, mom" Sarah corrects, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, my mistake" her mother teases. "Do you want a picture with these ladies?"

Sarah looks up at them hopefully.

"Of course!" Regan chirps.

"Yes!" The girl exclaims.

Claire and Regan squeeze in beside her, each putting their hands on their hips. Seeing their pose, Sarah does the same, and her mom takes the picture on her phone.

She turns the screen around and Claire peeks down at it to see an image of two gorgeous heroines and a smiling girl who looks to be having the time of her life.

"Awesome!" Sarah exclaims. She looks up at the costumed Regan and continues "Hey, we can do our Canary Cries together!"

She puffs her chest and inhales a breath, but Regan places her hand on her shoulder to hold her back. "Actually, Sarah. We should talk about that" she says, glancing over at the girl's mother. "Why don't we take a walk and you can show me those cool-looking Nerf guns..."

She leads the ecstatic Sarah away, and Claire is left standing with her parents.

The mother leans in and whispers "This was so nice of you and Emma. She's going to be babbling about this for weeks."

The Huntress gives the woman her best, most charming smile. "Oh, it's our pleasure. We're having a lot of fun so far."

The man wearing Claire's face feels a twinge of guilt at the deception, but also...a thrill.

Sarah's dad chimes in. "I can't believe it's really Emma underneath that" he says, pointing to the phony blonde. "Her work is amazing."

Claire gives him a shaky laugh. "Yeah...it's so incredible..." she replies, smoothing out her cape and fidgeting a little.

"We met at Emma's parents house last year, right?" Sarah's dad continues.

Claire's eyes widen ever so slightly. "O-oh...yeah, that's right" she falters, trying to telepathically signal the disguised Emma.

Sarah's dad looks like he's about to ask a follow-up question, but Claire is saved by the arrival of a man carrying an impressive-looking camera.

"Hey, you're the Huntress!" The man announces.

Claire places her hands on her hips, striking her practised pose. "Guilty!" She replies, a bit awkwardly, unable to think of something more clever.

"Wow, you look great! That's an amazing costume!"

It sure is, the imposter chuckles to herself, lowering her hands.

"Thanks, yeah, my friend made it! She's the Black Canary over there with the other...Black Canary."

"Cool! Hey, can I get a picture of you for the gallery?" He asks, holding up his camera.

Claire notices the press badge hanging around his neck, and her eyes widen.

Oh, shit, she thinks. He's going to take a picture of me...wearing this...wearing her?

But, she recalls Emma's advice from earlier: 'You need to enjoy it.'

"Sure, why not!" Claire chirps.

She strikes her pose again, but the man points towards her thigh. "Actually, could you pose with the crossbow? That would be so cool."

Oh, yeah, how have I not pulled this thing out yet? Claire wonders.

"Good call!" She replies with a dazzling smile. She pulls the fake weapon out of its holster, then leans back against a concrete support pillar. Holding the crossbow in front of her face and pointing it towards the ceiling, she then places her right hand on her left bicep. Finally, she lifts her left leg and places the bottom of her foot back against the pillar.

"Oh, that is great!" The cameraman exclaims, raising the camera viewfinder to his eye.

This is CRAZY, the person wearing the Huntress's imposing, sexy visage thinks. She notices a few people staring at her, undoubtedly intrigued by the impromptu photoshoot.

She realizes her hair is partially obscuring her face, so she brushes it behind her shoulder. Then, she looks at the camera with a confident and intimidating, but subtly seductive expression.

The shutter clicks a few times, and the man checks the rear screen.

"Awesome!" He says. "I'll post these on the website later. What's your profile tag? I'll make sure to credit you in the post."

Claire's eyes widen and her lips part, but she's unsure of what to say.

"Oh...I...don't really do social media, actually" she replies.

The man looks at her as if she has two heads.

"You...?" He says, incredulously. "You don't have social media?" He looks her up and down, as if needing to remind himself of her impressive appearance.

She looks away shyly. "Um, no. But thanks for the offer."

Shaking his head, he replies "No problem. But you should seriously consider starting one. I think you'd get a lot of fans."

"Thanks, I'll do that!" Claire chirps, smoothing her cape back into place as the photographer departs.

"Someone's popular!" Sarah's mom jokes, as her daughter returns, accompanied by the disguised Emma.

"I picked out which one I wanted!" The girl bubbles. "Dinah helped me."

Her mother frowns. "I don't know about getting you one of those" she says. "All those little missiles flying around the house..."

Regan nudges Sarah, and gives her an affirming nod.

The girl looks back up at her mother. "Well, what if I promised not to practise my Canary Cries inside anymore?"

Her mother looks pleased, and amused. "Just inside, huh?"

"Pleaaaase!" Sarah wails.

Her parents both laugh. "All right, fine" the mother says. "You can have Miss Lance here to thank for it."

The girl beams up at her idol. "Thank you!" She exclaims.

"You're very welcome. Now why don't you run along with your parents. Maybe I'll see you another time" Regan says with a wink.

She bends her knees to sink down to the girl's level, and gives her a friendly hug goodbye.

When she and her parents depart, Claire leans over and says "That was really sweet, babe!"

"I know, right?" Regan replies, grinning ear to ear. "I think I made her day!"

"Probably her year."

Regan looks at her with a sneaky smile. "So, did you decide to hold your own private photoshoot without me?"

The Huntress gives her a coy look in return. "Maybe" she replies. "What can I say, I guess I'm popular. And I have you to thank for it."

She tugs on the top of her boot, smoothing it out against her thigh.

"I'm not surprised" Regan states. "You're pulling her off better than I could ever imagine. I'm so glad you agreed to do this."

The imposter gives her a big, charming smile. "Me too. This is so fun. To look in the mirror and see this..." she says, fluffing her hair in front of her shoulder.

She looks at the Black Canary with her big, brown eyes and, for a moment, Emma forgets its really her boyfriend underneath that stunning, seductive face.

"Come on" Regan says, taking Claire by the hand. "I think I saw someone in a Question costume. You should totally take a picture with him."

"Oh, uh, I don't know..." Claire falters, but Regan is already leading her away.

Five minutes later, the Huntress finds herself standing next to a man in a blue suit, with a matching top hat and some kind of skin-coloured stocking over his face, to give himself the hero's featureless appearance.

Regan, giggling, is holding up her phone to take a picture of the classic pairing.

"Your mask is a little crooked, Claire!"

Claire adjusts it and shifts nervously, inwardly cursing the disguised Emma for being so persuasive and headstrong. She feels Question's arm wrapped around her waist, and tries to signal her mild fury to the busty blonde holding the camera.

"Oh, that look is perfect, Claire!" Regan chuckles, much to her chagrin. "One...two...three!"

Claire tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, moving to separate from the costumed man.

"Oh, let me take just one or two more!" The Black Canary says.

Claire rolls her eyes, moving back into position. Then, she feels the man's hand slide a bit further down her waist, until it's resting on her hip, dangerously close to her spandex-covered rear.

Her eyes widen into saucers, and Regan snorts. "Got it!" She announces, putting her phone away.

Claire quickly separates from her photo partner, smoothing out her cape. He looks as though he's about to say something to her, but before he can, she beats him to the punch and says "Okay thanks for the photo enjoy the convention!" While briskly walking over and rejoining Regan.

She leans over and whispers "I hate you," while her friend tries to stifle her laughter.

CHAPTER FIVE

An hour later, after exploring most of the large hall and its wide variety of exhibits, Claire finds herself checking out a display of Star Wars action figures while Regan uses the restroom.

She glances up and sees a mid-twenties Link staring at her, and he quickly averts his eyes.

She smiles, turning her attention back to the display case. The disguised Will had started to get used to all the attention Claire receives. She and the Black Canary had posed for so many photographs, she was starting to feel like a kind of celebrity.

"You look just like her!" One young woman had praised. "It's like you're the perfect person to play Helena.

Almost like I was *made* that way...Claire had thought.

The woman had then added "If they ever make a live-action movie version of JLU, they should totally cast you."

Claire had laughed, shrugging off the praise. "Thank you, but I'm not much of an actor" she had replied.

The man wearing her lovely face used it for another one of her dazzling smiles. But aren't I, though?

Claire walks along the display and, when she turns the corner, she sees herself reflected in a shiny metal partition. For the hundredth time that day, the man wearing her body feels his stomach flutter in excitement. I still can't believe this is me...

She reaches up to her face without thinking, touching her cheek just underneath the Huntress's decorative face mask. Recovering quickly, the imposter pretends to scratch an imaginary itch.

Regan then returns from the restroom, looking excited.

"I ran into a few people we met earlier, and they invited us to the bar across the street for some drinks!" She chirps.

"Oh, really?" Claire replies. "When, now?"

"Uh huh! Sounds like fun, right?"

Claire ponders, a bit worried about her first extended interaction with a group of people. "I guess so..." she says.

"Come on, it'll be a good time! You've been crushing it so far, Huntress."

The stunning dark-haired heroine smiles. "Okay, I'm in. Let's go, girlfriend."

Regan's face contorts into a nasty frown. "If you call me 'girlfriend', I'm gonna dropkick you into the next county."

Claire does a double-take, then rolls her eyes in recognition of the quote. "Dork" she replies, poking the other woman's shoulder.

An hour later, they're on their second round of drinks inside the Irish-themed pub, along with a handful of other convention-goers. Among the group, there's a healthy representation of all different kinds of genres, from wizards and Star Wars characters to superheroes and Pokemon.

One woman, dressed as Jessica Rabbit and sporting the trademark mane of reddish-orange hair, points at Claire and Regan and says "You guys should do a fighting pose picture. Like from the show!"

The two imposters glance at each other, and Claire can see Regan's enthusiastic smile.

"Another photo?" Claire murmurs.

But before she can protest too much, Jessica pulls out her phone. Claire sets her drink down on the table and turns to Regan, holding up her fists. She's smiling, and is caught off guard by the intimidating, fierce expression on the blonde heroine's face.

Oh, fine, so she wants to play it like that, huh? Game on, Claire thinks.

Her eyes narrow as she clenches her fists together, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. She lifts them up in front of her face in a fighting stance, and gazes at the Black Canary with an aggressive scowl.

"Awesome!" The redhead chirps.

"Well, come on then" the blonde sneers, beckoning the Huntress with one finger.

Claire pulls back her fist and lunges forward, bringing it around for a powerful blow. But then she bursts out laughing when the Black Canary actually flinches and steps back.

"Called your bluff, huh?" Claire jeers, playfully hitting her on the shoulder.

Regan grins back at her. "Nicely played."

Some more time passes, with most of the group eventually departing. Claire finds herself sitting at a high-top table by herself, while Regan fetches them two more drinks from the bar. She fidgets a bit, now feeling a little silly in her costume, considering most of the bar's patrons appear not to be from the convention.

She's scrolling at her phone absentmindedly, and is a bit startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

She looks up and sees a handsome man in a suit standing in front of her.

"Taking a break from saving the world?" The man jokes, gesturing to her long, black cape.

Claire lets out a nervous laugh, and tucks a lock of dark hair behind her ear.

"Oh...hah...uh, yeah, you know it. My friend and I went to the convention across the street" she replies, pointing to Regan and shifting in her seat.

Oh, shit, the disguised Will thinks. Damn this pretty face. And damn this ass, too. I feel like I'm going to fall off this bar stool at any moment. 

"I assumed so! I actually just ran into her over at the bar. She mentioned you might be looking for someone to have drinks with tomorrow?"

Claire's big brown eyes widen in surprise. "Uh...she did?"

The man smiles. "My name's David, by the way" he says, holding out his hand.

Claire, too startled to think, unconsciously grasps his hand in her gloved one and shakes it. She looks over at Regan, who's holding her hand over her face, hiding her laughter.

From the bar, the disguised Emma watches the interaction with a mischievous smile. Throughout the day, she had become thoroughly impressed with Will's ability to portray an utterly convincing Claire. She herself had grown accustomed to adopting alternate personas, but for a first-timer, her boyfriend had knocked it out of the park. A few times, she'd even forgotten it was him underneath that stunning, artificial face.

Whether he'd intended to or not, he'd even developed some interesting mannerisms. When "she" was uncomfortable, she'd fidget her hands and play with her hair. Usually, those were signals for Emma to intervene. Claire had also cultivated a sarcastic eye roll that rivalled her own. And she'd been able to interact with dozens of people in a variety of ways, so far arousing no suspicions whatsoever that she was really a perfectly lifelike costume.

So, Emma had thought, why not throw a little test her way?

"Oh...David..." Claire falters, letting go of his hand.

"Nice to meet you" he says, then he looks at her and pauses. "Wow, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you're eyes are gorgeous."

The person underneath Claire's prosthetic face blushes, cursing silently at the costumed Emma.

"Oh...well, thank you" she replies sweetly, then adopts an apologetic look. "Look, I'm really sorry, but my friend is just drunk. She's trying to mess with me. I...I have a...boyfriend, actually. I'm really sorry."

He appears disappointed. "Oh, I see. Well, your friend is quite the prankster."

Claire nods. "She can be." She then pauses to think. "You know what? That wasn't very nice of her. Why don't you get a drink and put it on her tab? The name is Regan" she offers with a wicked smile.

The man smiles back at her. "I just may do that" he replies. "Enjoy your evening."

He turns to depart, but Claire places a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, and Dave?" She says. He turns to face her and she adds "Make it something expensive."

The man grins and nods, then returns to his table.

Giggling like a school girl, Regan returns with their drinks. "Aw, was he not your type?" She teases.

Claire kicks her with her boot underneath the table. "You jerk." She replies, with a reluctant grin. "What if I had said yes?"

"Oooh" Regan whispers, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Then we'd have to go buy you some nice new underwear tomorrow." She breaks out into another fit of tipsy giggling.

The Huntress rolls her eyes and flicks her straw wrapper at her friend. "Don't even."

CHAPTER SIX

The costumed heroes stumble into their hotel room, laughing.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you made fifty bucks off that guy!" Regan says, stripping out of her leather jacket and tossing it onto the couch. She kicks off her boots, sending them into the corner.

Claire giggles, discarding her face mask and pink utility belt.

"I know. What a fool he was, to doubt the throwing accuracy of the Huntress" she replies with a wicked smirk.

"Oh, so it wasn't the fact that you kept brushing your cape to the side whenever you bent over to pick up a dart?" Regan teases.

Claire feigns an innocent, offended expression, placing a hand on her spandex-covered chest. "What? How could you even think that?" She replies, before breaking into another grin.

The disguised Emma, happily enjoying the effects of the alcohol, admires herself in front of the mirror.

This will NEVER get old, she thinks, running her hands along her slim waist.

"Can I get a hand?" Claire asks, nodding towards the zipper on the back of her costume. "I think it's time to take this thing off."

Regan pouts. "Aw, okay, Huntress. I suppose you can't stay in it forever..."

While she tugs down the zipper, Claire pulls off her long, spandex gloves and throws them onto the couch next to the discarded jacket.

Claire eases the costume off one shoulder, then the other, and it drapes down, exposing her chest. Even though she's the one who created them, the disguised Emma's eyes widen slightly at the sight of her bare, perky breasts.

"Thanks" Claire says. "I really need to pee."

Clutching the costume in her hands as it hangs from her body, she walks over to the bathroom and closes the door.

That must be quite the sight, Regan giggles to herself.

She turns towards the mirror, biting her lip, as she feels the familiar warmth of arousal spreading through her body. Every time she caught a look of her reflection that day, her stomach had fluttered with knowledge that no one could tell the blonde bombshell was a lie. There were even a few times when she'd had to stop herself from escaping to somewhere private for a little...release.

For Emma, there no other thrill like tugging on a new face and becoming someone else for a while, and she'd been dreaming about this one for months. The gorgeous woman in the mirror runs her fingers through her elegant, wavy locks and gazes at herself with a lustful look in her bright blue eyes.

"Fuck..." she whispers, cupping her chest in her hands.

A minute later, the bathroom door opens, and Claire steps back into the room. She has taken off her costume, and is now wearing only her underwear and boots.

"Got a little sweaty" she jokes, setting the costume down. She places her hands on her waist and cocks her hips. "I might need a shower."

Emma can't help but blush underneath her mask, at the sight of the shapely, scantily-clad woman. Did she...fix her hair? She wonders.

"Oh...hah, yeah" Regan replies, a little awkwardly. "You can actually do that, if you want."

Claire frowns, sitting down on the Ottoman at the end of her bed. "What do you mean? Do I need permission?" She asks, with a teasing smile. She then leans over and slips the black spandex boots off of her legs, tossing them to the side.

"Oh...no, I meant..." Regan falters, her words cut off as Claire looks up at her with innocent, dark brown eyes. "I just meant that you can take a shower in the suit."

Claire tilts her head and scrunches her face. "Why would I want to shower in that?" She asks, pointing to her discarded costume, now lying in a heap of black fabric. "You're funny sometimes, Regan."

The disguised Emma feels her heart flutter. Will appears to be sinking even deeper into his role, deeper than she thought possible for his first time. She watches, wide-eyed, as the topless Claire rubs her feet, no doubt sore from the hours spent walking in the costume's boots. Not a trace of her boyfriend remains. Not to her, and certainly not to anyone oblivious to the elaborate charade.

To hear him - her - call her Regan so nonchalantly sends a shiver down her spine. As if the two phony women have been friends for years. It deepens her submersion into her role, which in turn sends her arousal into overdrive.

The disguised Will recognizes the look on Regan's face, despite the fact that he usually sees it on someone else's.

Claire stands, now only in a thong and pair of thigh-high socks. "Do you need some help with yours?" She tenderly offers, gesturing to Regan's black bodysuit.

"Oh...sure, thanks" the blonde replies, breaking eye contact and turning around.

Claire slowly lowers the zipper, while gazing at the other woman in the mirror. "You really do look so hot in this thing, hun."

The disguised Emma feels her heart racing.

"Thank you" she replies softly, in her borrowed voice.

"And your hair..." Claire whispers, running her fingers through it as the zipper reaches the bottom of Regan's back. "Have I told you lately how much I love you as a blonde?"

She helps her ease the strapless garment down her body, and Regan's breasts are freed from the tight, stretchy material.

She stands, half-naked, with her back pressed against the dark-haired woman behind her.

Claire reaches around to stroke the side of Regan's face. "You're so pretty." Her dark brown eyes gaze intently into the blonde's striking blues, while her finger traces the other woman's pouty, red lower lip.

Her hand moves down slowly along Regan's neck, to her chest. She cups one of Regan's breasts in her hand, kissing her gently on the shoulder. "God, how many women would kill for this body..."

Regan bites her lip. Oh my God, what is happening? The face beneath hers is flushed red.

Paralyzed in bewilderment and arousal, Regan watches as Claire's slender hand slides down her toned abdomen. Her eyes widen as the delicate fingers slip into the waistband of her tights.

"Mmm..." Claire purrs.

Regan turns around to stare in awe at the gorgeous, utterly convincing woman standing in front of her.

Claire looks back at her with big doe eyes, her hand still tantalizingly on the edge of slipping down the blonde's tights.

Smiling, she reaches out and grasps the silky ribbon around Regan's neck. Gently, she pulls the other woman towards her. Offering no resistance, Regan leans in, and their lips meet.

EPILOGUE

Rays of sunlight manage to stream through the mostly-closed shades, falling on a naked, dark haired woman half-covered by a bed sheet.

The woman scrunches her face and turns on her side away from the window. Slowly waking up, she can hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, and she lets out a reluctant groan.

She turns onto her back and then slowly props herself up onto her elbows, sitting up on the pillows. The silky sheet slides off of her, exposing her bare chest.

At that moment, the sound of running water ceases.

The woman in bed grasps a handful of her hair and holds it in front of her face.

"Ugh, this is going to take forever to brush out" she mutters, flicking it out of her eyes.

The door to the bathroom opens, and Emma walks out.

Claire pouts. "Aw, where did Regan go?" She inquires.

Emma gives her a wicked grin. "She...had somewhere to be" she replies. After a pause, she adds "Last night was..."

"Fun?" Claire replies in a breathy voice, with a mischievous, playful look.

Emma blushes. She looks down at the floor, then back up to her companion. "Uh-huh." She replies, with a coy smile.

Claire sighs. "I suppose I should be going, too..." she says.

Emma chuckles. "Probably."

Claire gives her another adorable pout, but then lifts her hands to her upper chest. She finds the invisible seam, scratching at her smooth, flawless skin. Her fingers work their way up to her face, and Emma looks on, enjoying every second.

The dark-haired beauty's face stretches, as her chin and lips peel off, flopping loosely up into her slender nose. Emma watches as her unexpected lover's beautiful face crumples in on itself, being tugged and worked free by a pair of practised hands. Her eye sockets snap away, turning into empty voids, as her entire head comes off with a soft, rubbery squelch.

Smiling, the revealed Will hefts the fleshy mass of fake skin and hair into his lap, on top of the white bedsheet.

"Hey, babe" he says, gazing at Emma with a pair of dark brown eyes. "It's been a while."

Emma feels herself getting warmer at the sight of Claire's pretty, empty face. Her light olive skin and dark hair contrast sharply, beautifully against the white sheet.

"Hey, yourself" she replies, walking and sitting down on the mattress.

Will slips his hand into the open neck of the mask, supporting it while he runs his fingers through the dark, elegant tresses. Claire's vacant eye sockets gaze up at him, and her pouty lips scrunch together, as though she's blowing him a kiss.

"She is going to need some serious hair maintenance" he jokingly says.

Emma laughs. "I'd be happy to help with that."

He ceases his attempts to untangle the mask's hair, and lets it sit delicately in his lap, staring lifelessly at the ceiling.

He looks over to Emma and asks, with a knowing smirk."So, will I ever get to hang out with Regan again?"

She smiles. "That depends. Do you think Claire will ever make a reappearance?" She replies, biting her lip.

Will strokes the gorgeous woman's soft, hollow cheek.

"I think that can be arranged."

EPILOGUE II

(the next day)

Will finds himself once again on Emma's couch, looking up in astonishment at a total stranger.

A pale, cinnamon-haired woman gazes down at him with a smiling, blissful expression. Her long, wavy mane is tucked behind her pointed ears, and a cute red bow sits just to the side of her forehead. Her face is marked with cute patterns of light freckles underneath her big blue eyes, and her lips are red and full, adding a touch of sensuality to her appearance.

She's wearing a short, red velvet mini dress with white fur trim at the bottom, and a pair of red and white striped thigh-high stockings. The dress barely covers her thighs, exposing her soft, pale skin and the bottom of her shapely backside.

"So...what did you say your name was?" Will asks, with wide eyes.

"Joy!" she chirps, beaming down at him. "At your service" she adds, doing a brief curtsy.

"Nice to meet you, Joy" Will replies, looking her up and down. "So, did you wear...that when you were helping at the mall?"

Her face changes to a coy, innocent expression. "Oh, no" she replies, placing a hand modestly on her chest. "This outfit is special. Emma asked me to wear it for you."

Will's heart beats faster. God, it is so hot knowing it's her under there.

"She did?"

Joy smiles again. "Uh-huh! She said you've been very nice this year, and that I should come give you a present."

"Oh, really? Are you two friends from school?" Will can't help but tease.

Joy scrunches her face, grinning. "You're so silly. We might look the same age to you, but I'm actually three hundred and twenty." She turns towards the table. "Now, let's turn this silly television off..."

She bends over, reaching for the remote. Her dress rides up, exposing her pale backside, and the thin strip of lacy red fabric doing practically nothing to cover it.

Will gulps as Joy turns back around. She looks down at his groin with an adorable, coquettish smile. Before he can say anything, she sinks to her knees in front of him.

"Emma told me just what to give you" she purrs, unfastening his belt. Her deep blue eyes gaze widely, innocently into his as she tugs his pants and underwear to the floor.

Speechless, with his arousal in overdrive, Will looks on as she grasps him with her dainty fingers, her nails painted the same shade of red as her outfit.

She glances down at the object in her hand and runs her tongue over her lips.

Then, she looks back up at him with the cutest, most sincere expression Will could imagine. She whispers, "I've never really done this before, but Emma told me what to do. You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong?" She asks, in her charming singsong voice, biting her lower lip adorably.

"Uh-huh" Will groans, frozen in place by the heavenly feeling of her hand around him, as she begins to gently stroke.

She leans forward, parting her lips in anticipation. Just before she reaches him, she looks up with another dazzling smile.

"Merry Christmas" she purrs, as her mouth engulfs him.