“Please!” Jane cries, as a tear runs down her cheek. “Let me go! I don’t understand why you’re doing this!”
Patrick looks down at her, with a sneer on his face. Her hair is disheveled and her face is contorted in a mixed look of dread and disbelief. She’s seated in a chair, with her hands fastened securely behind her back.
“How quickly you’ve forgotten how you used to make my life a living hell” Patrick snarls back at her. “It’s time for a taste of your own medicine.”
Jane watches helplessly as he reaches down and lifts the bottom of his baggy sweatshirt, pulling it up over his head.
Her eyes widen in shock at his revealed torso. Strikingly, the young man has a slim, tapered waist, and a strange band of athletic tape wrapped around his chest. She sees a familiar pattern of freckles just to the right of his navel, and her stomach suddenly drops. Patrick swiftly unbinds the tape across his chest, and a perky pair of unmistakably feminine breasts drop naturally into place. Her breasts.
“No, no, no” she moans, as Patrick smiles wickedly down at her. “How…?”
“Oh, you can buy anything online these days” he replies, tauntingly. “Anything.”
With wide eyes, she can see how utterly lifelike the fake skin he’s wearing appears up close. Her sense of shock only increases as he hooks a dainty set of fingers through the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down to the floor. She hears herself let out an involuntary groan when she sees exact an exact duplicate of her lower body revealed in front of her. Her face flushes at the sight of a perfect prosthetic copy of her most intimate area.
“Fucking pervert” she snarls, glaring up at him.
He just laughs. “Yeah, I thought you’d like this. Nice ass” he jeers. He turns around to expose her own shapely butt, and gives it a playful slap. “Now for the best part…”
She watches as he reaches into a small duffel bag. A mane of long, light auburn hair spills out of the top. Jane’s heart thumps in her chest as he pulls the object out, holding it up proudly right in front of her eyes.
“No…” she whimpers. A sagging, empty copy of her own face gapes at her. Her light pink lips flop around as Patrick jiggles the perfectly lifelike mask teasingly. His hand sticks up through its neck, clearly visible through its empty eye sockets, which look to have already been pre-painted with her classic dark eyeshadow.
Patrick is clearly enjoying her reaction, and he runs his fingers through the mask’s perfect recreation of her bouncy brown hair. A shudder runs through Jane’s body. Up close, she can see every one of her own tiny pores and freckles.
He lets out a laugh, and drops the mask onto the table with a hollow smack. Her own contorted features gape at her lifelessly.
Without a word, Patrick slips a black cap over the top of his head, smoothing out his medium-length hair. Then, he reaches his hands into the neck of the mask and stretches the pliable material open wider. He ducks down and pulls it over his head, engulfing himself completely. She watches with wide eyes as her cheeks, lips, nose and eyes stretch and deform horribly. Little by little, her own face settles properly, perfectly, against the imposter’s underneath.
Patrick slips his fake, painted fingertips into his mouth and nostrils, pressing along the thin edges of the mask. He works expertly, while scrunching his new face in various expressions to test the fit. Finally, after some more prodding of his new cheeks, he appears satisfied. Jane looks up in shock as a perfect replica of herself sneers down at her.
“So, what do you think?” The imposter jeers, still in Patrick’s masculine tone.
“You…you can’t…” Jane stammers, unable to form a reply. The only thing that might have given her hope is that Patrick wouldn’t be able to speak during his impersonation. “Nobody will…”
As if anticipating the question, Patrick picks up his phone. “The modulator should be calibrated by now. Let’s see…” he says, menacingly.
He presses a button and Jane sees herself wince.
“Therrrre we go!” the imposter chirps triumphantly. Jane feels another shiver run down her spine, and she hangs her head in apparent defeat. The voice coming from her doppelgänger’s mouth sounds exactly like her own.
The fake Jane laughs out loud, mocking her captive incessantly. “Oh, poor little Jane.” she taunts, running her fingers through her new mane of soft hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll do a much better job of being you. You’ll see…”
Helplessly, the real Jane watches as her imposter rubs some kind of skin-coloured cream along the seam of the mask, hiding it completely. Then, she looks on as the perfectly disguised Patrick raids her dresser and closet. First, he pulls on a pair of lacy pink panties, then a matching strapless, push-up bra.
“Y-you can’t just impersonate me forever! You have to let me go eventually! And I’ll tell everyone!” She wails.
The imposter chuckles. “Who would believe you? But don’t worry, today is just going to be a little test drive. After I have my fun, I’ll let you go and then I’ll disappear, taking this pretty face and body with me, of course” she jeers, running her hands along her slender frame. “Every now and then I’ll send you some pictures of me wearing you around. Maybe I’ll even get a cute lesbian girlfriend” she finishes with a wink.
"You bastard!" the real Jane snarls.
"Careful, now" the imposter warns. "I could just as easily start posting videos of myself online. Very explicit videos. I'm sure plenty of horny guys would love to see more of you..." she says, lewdly fondling herself.
While the captive Jane seethes, her nude double begins perusing her closet.
“What do you think, it’s warm out today, right?” She asks with a feigned interest on the captive girl’s opinion.
After a moment, she chooses a light blue sundress, and slips it off its hanger. She lifts it over her head and pulls it down, the soft fabric gracefully sliding over her slender, shapely body, while her doppelgänger looks on in fury. The thin straps settle over her bare shoulders, and the bottom of the dress falls to her mid-thigh.
“Oooh, I like this one. You - well, I guess now I - have such good taste!” The imposter giggles. She swishes the ruffled skirt around her thighs, enjoying the sensation.
She runs a brush through her bouncy brunette mane, smoothing out some small tangles. Then, she leans toward the bound young woman and - despite some pointless struggling - plucks a pair of diamond stud earrings from her ears, and inserts them into her own. The imposter then proceeds to unclasp a necklace and a couple of bracelets, placing them on herself to complete the ensemble.
The phony Jane places her hands on her hips and stands, grinning ear to ear, in front of her captive.
“How do I look?” She asks.
“Fuck. You.” The restrained doppelgänger rages. “You can’t do this!”
The imposter frowns. “That’s not very nice. I think I look cute. And I can’t have you making all that noise when I’m off being you, so…”
The real Jane struggles as the other woman grabs a clean pair of underwear from her dresser. The fake Jane then walks over, and stuffs it into the mouth of the helpless victim in the chair.
“Mrphh! Mrpggphh!” She exclaims, her cursing muffled by the silky fabric.
“There!” The imposter chirps with a smile, clasping her hands in front of her. “Much better. Well, I should be off now. I don’t want to keep Vicky waiting!”
The real Jane fumes, glaring at her double, as she watches the fake woman grab her purse and phone.
As she reaches the door, she turns and waves. “See you later, sis!” She taunts, before departing.
Jane is left alone, replaying the last half hour over and over again in her mind. In particular, she can’t get one image out of her head…the one of Patrick tugging on a perfect replica of her own face. Her cheeks flush red once more.
Finally, her computer chimes, and her eyes are drawn to the screen. An image pops up, and she sees that Patrick has posted a selfie from her car. In the picture, a pretty Jane is apparently smiling happily, but the real Jane knows the person wearing her face is cruelly mocking her.
Over the next two hours, the imposter documents “her” outing with Vicky through a series of pictures and videos.
Shopping at the mall. Grabbing a cappuccino at her favourite coffee shop. Walking through the park. Patrick appears to be doing an impeccable job impersonating her, and the thought is driving Jane wild as she sits trapped in the chair, unable to do anything but watch.
After what feels like forever, she hears a set of keys jingling in her apartment door. It opens and closes, then she hears footsteps coming towards her bedroom. Sure enough, her villainous doppelgänger pokes her head inside, with a big smile on her face.
“Hey there!” She bubbles happily. “Did you miss me?”
Jane just glares back, her swears muffled by the piece of fabric wedged in her mouth.
The disguised Patrick drops a pair of colourful shopping bags onto the mattress, then turns to her victim and places his hands on his hips.
“That was so fun! I should really hang out with Vicky more often.”
That comment elicits another round of muted cursing.
Pretending not to notice, the fake Jane asks “Oh my gosh, I got the cutest bathing suit. Do you want to see?”
The real Jane’s eyes narrow even more.
Without waiting for a reply, the imposter reaches into the bag and pulls out a matching two-piece bikini. It’s made of a silky-looking fabric, with triangle cups and coloured in a trendy, light tie-dyed pattern.
Swiftly, the fake girl strips off her clothes and underwear, leaving her standing fully naked in the prosthetic recreation of Jane’s shapely body. Facing her captive, her fingers slide down along her smooth abdomen, over a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair, to in between her thighs. She bites her lower lip and moans softly.
The girl tied to the chair lets out another muffled shriek, thrashing around pointlessly.
The imposter shoots her an annoyed look. “Um, don’t be rude” she chastises, with a sarcastic eye roll. “Can’t a girl have a little fun?”
The real Jane looks on as her doppelgänger stops fondling herself and pulls on the bikini bottoms, snuggling them up over her wide hips until the fabric settles over her groin. She then loops the top around her body, tying the knot just underneath her swollen chest before spinning it around. The bikini cups settle on her breasts, and she gently tugs on it to get the proper fit.
Now dressed, the imposter fluffs her hair and turns to the real Jane.
“See? Super cute, right?” She asks cheerfully.
Jane’s retort is dampened once again by the fabric stuffed into her mouth.
The fake Jane runs her hands over her body, cupping her breasts in front of the mirror. The real Jane feels herself flush again at the sight of Patrick manipulating her body like an obedient puppet.
“God, I really am so hot” she brags. “You know, Vicky invited me over her place tomorrow. Her complex has a pool, so maybe I’ll spend some more time as you and show off this new outfit before I vanish…” her voice trails off.
Jane’s eyes widen. Is he really going to keep me tied up for a whole other day?
Seeing the panicked look on her face through the mirror’s reflection, the disguised Patrick turns back to her and smiles. Then, surprisingly, he walks over and tugs the underwear out of her mouth.
“Okay” the imposter grins. “How was that?”
“Ohmigod” the real Jane pants. “That was so. Fucking. Hot.” She squeezes her thighs together, feeling the warmth radiating from between her legs.
The fake Jane giggles sweetly. “Oh, good! I was really trying to nail my impression.” After a pause, she looks down at her flushed “captive” and asks “This really gets you off, huh?”
Jane looks up at her doppelgänger with lustful eyes. “You have no idea” she replies. “I almost lost it when you were putting on the mask.”
Patrick laughs again, and places a hand on her wide hip. “Did you like my selfies?” He asks, still appropriating her light, gentle voice.
“Oh my God, yes” she moans. “Vicky really had no idea?”
“Nope. At least I don’t think so. All of that practice really paid off!”
Jane bites her lower lip, still impossibly turned on by the sight of Patrick wearing her face and body. This was a fantasy she’d had for so long. Someone putting her on like a costume, parading about as her with no one the wiser, while she was forced to watch.
She and Patrick had played around with lifelike disguises ever since they hit the market, but she hadn’t brought up her even more specific kink until recently. The mask and suit replicating her was worth every penny.
The imposter walks around her and unties the loose knot securing Jane to the chair. “You were a great actress” she comments. “You played the damsel in distress so well!”
“Mmmhmm” Jane moans. She stands up and gently cups her imposter’s face in her hand. “This disguise is so incredible…” she mutters, marvelling at the lifelike prosthetic skin. Patrick hadn’t let her see it before “capturing” her, so her shock had been genuine.
The disguised Patrick smirks with Jane’s lips. “I know. I am you.” He says, sending another shiver of pleasure down her spine.
"She" leans forward and whispers into her ear. “How about I take this thing off and we...”
The words sound so strange to Jane, coming from a duplicate of herself. She shakes her head, and the fake girl pouts. “I have something else in mind” she states.
She walks into their closet and fumbles about inside a drawer. Then, she pulls out what looks like a heap of long, dark hair streaked with red dye. She holds it up proudly and the imposter smirks in recognition.
The pale, hollow face of an attractive young woman gapes at her with slightly parted lips and vacant eyes.
“Actually, I think you and Sasha are due for a night out” the real Jane suggests mischievously.
Her imposter laughs, just as she would. “Are you serious? You want to go out as Sasha while I’m disguised as you? I’d say that’s kinky, but…I have been wearing your face all afternoon.”
Jane giggles. “Come on! It’ll be so fun.”
Her double appears uncertain. “I don’t know if I can keep up the ruse for that long. What if we run into someone else you know? Plus, I'm still getting a feel for the weight of these...” She grasps her chest in her hands.
Jane shakes her head. “You’ll be fine! You did so well with Vicky. We’ll just go out for some dancing and some drinks…and mayyyybe you flirt with a guy or two in front of me.”
The fake Jane’s eyes widen. “What! I’m not doing that!”
The real Jane bites her lip. “Please, just a little? That would be so fucking hot.”
The disguised Patrick crosses his arms across her swollen chest. “I don’t know…”
“Pleeeaaase?” She begs. “I’ll put on Kathryn when we get home…”
Patrick stops to think, suddenly feeling himself rousing. Kathryn was one of two - well, now, three - disguises they’d purchased modelled after real people. He’d dated Kathryn Richards briefly in high school. She was a stunning blonde cheerleader who had the reputation of being a total prude, but Patrick had been confident that he could get her to loosen up. Unfortunately, the rumours had been true, and Kate refused to go any further than a quick peck on the lips. Of course, Patrick had respected her boundaries, but he always wished they’d gotten more intimate.
When Jane wore her face and body, however, the prim and demure Kathryn became an absolute, insatiable freak.
The imposter hums in consideration. She turns back to the mirror, inspecting her face more closely, as though she needs to re-convince herself of the impeccable nature of her disguise.
Her fingertips caress Jane’s soft, tanned cheek, tracing a circle around the telltale freckle underneath her right eye. She brushes a delicately arched eyebrow with her fingernail, then leans closer to try to detect a seam around her eye. Of course, there isn’t one. The fake flesh of the mask blends seamlessly with Patrick’s own face.
“I suppose I might be up for a…” the fake Jane begins, turning back towards her double.
She’d been so engrossed in scrutinizing her disguise, she hadn’t noticed that the real Jane had quickly slipped a wig cap over her hair, and was already in the process of tugging on the mask of Sasha.
“Hrmphhh” she grunts, as the rubbery material stretches over her face. At the moment, Sasha’s lips are pulled apart grotesquely over her nose, but they quickly snap back together as Jane expertly adjusts the mask.
After some more pinching and pulling, Jane’s mischievous smile is perfectly transferred onto the face of the pretty, pale, dark-haired woman.
Sasha tucks the neck flap of the mask into her shirt and regards the scantily-clad Jane with a raised eyebrow.
“So, do you wanna grab some dinner before we go out?” the disguised Jane asks, apparently diving right into her alternate persona. Her voice is noticeably lower and huskier, as the voice changer had automatically turned on.
The other Jane scrunches her face. “I guess so. I’m still just a little nervous to really go out and interact with people…like this” she replies, gesturing to herself.
Sasha laughs. “Well, yeah, I wouldn’t go out to dinner and a club in a bathing suit either!” She pulls a dark leather skirt off a hanger and holds it up to her body, before setting it onto the bed. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”
Jane sighs, then grins. So that’s how it’s going to be…
“Ugh, fine” she retorts, rolling her eyes just like the real Jane would. “It’s just, like, the last time Vicky and I went out, she got really drunk and I had to look after her all night. Do you promise to be responsible?”
The fake Jane speaks in a genuine, nonchalant tone as she recounts the actual experience. She notices Sasha momentarily bite her lower lip, sure of the fact that the woman wearing her face is probably soaking through her panties.
“I…uh…I promise” Sasha replies.
Jane nods. “Okay, good" She pinches and flicks a lock of her hair, then continues "Can you get out that striped crop top and black skirt for me? I’m going to freshen up. I actually bought this great new hair straightener the other day…”
On her way to the bathroom, she thinks she can hear her friend let out a soft, sensual sigh.