Anonymizer

A John Doe story



Julia smiled as she peered through the magnifying glass at her latest prize.  Beautiful, almost flawless, she thought to herself as she peered at the shiny clear gems that were the result of that night's heist.  She was exhausted from her sleepless night, but too giddy to go to bed yet, thoughts dancing in her head of being just a few diamonds short of retiring.  She let down her long blond hair and stretched her neck, daydreaming, when a rap on the door interrupted her thoughts, alarming her, as a 4AM visitor generally might.  She sprung to her feet, scooped the diamonds into a bag and quickly hid them under the floorboard before slinking stealthily towards the door.  A glimpse into the peephole revealed nothing, and she heard the fading sound of footsteps followed by the ding of the elevator.  She cracked the door open, grabbed the plain brown package that lay at her feet, and closed the door quickly.

The parcel lacked any markings, as Julia had expected, and she excitedly tore at the paper, opening the smaller box inside to reveal a small bottle.  She picked it up and smiled at the label, which read ANONYMIZER in simple block letters.  

Finally, I can get some peace of mind, she thought.  Ever since her arrest for a minor charge last year, she had fretted about her prints being in the police database, and had longed for a way to make sure they wouldn't be a liability.  When word spread about this mysterious substance that could solve her problem, she used all her connections to find a source that could get it to her.  She hoped that money hadn't gone to waste.

Julia peered at the smaller print below, which read simply:  "Contains one (1) dose.  Drink contents and allow two hours for identity erasure."  She was surprised it was to be ingested, and not some kind of gel to be applied to her fingers.  Suspiciously, she opened the bottle and smelled its contents, sensing nothing.  She dipped a finger gingerly into the liquid, relieved that it didn't burn a hole in it, then touched it to her tongue.  "Hmph," she said, almost disappointed to find that it lacked any taste.  Ever intrepid, she shrugged and downed the contents of the bottle in one gulp.

Water.  It tasted just like water.  "A fucking ripoff," she said aloud as she tossed the bottle aside sending it skittering along the floor.  Muttering to herself about revenge against the guy that sold it to her, she went about her business, hiding the rest of the evidence and turning on the TV to see if there was any news about her overnight break-in.

Still dressed in her black catsuit from the night before, Julia stretched out on the couch and yawned.  She was starting to get a little hungry, having not eaten since lunch the day before, but was too lazy to get up and make herself anything.  She started to feel vaguely horny as well, and started idly rubbing her crotch through the sheer fabric of the catsuit, when she felt an odd tingling in her fingertips.  "Ooh..."

As the tingling intensified, she jumped up and headed back to the table where the magnifying glass still sat.  She picked it up and started examining her left index finger under the bright light, her mouth falling open in shock at what she saw.  The tiny, swirling lines that covered her fingertip were disappearing before her eyes, slowly filling themselves in until the skin was flat and featureless.  She stared in amazement as she ran the looked through the glass at her other nine digits, similarly rendered smooth and perfect.  She rubbed her fingers together, the skin on the tips feeling brand new.  It sent shivers through her.  Damned if it isn't real, she thought.  Like magic.

She got up and walked around in a daze, still amazed at what she had just seen.  She felt a similar tingling in her toes as she walked, thinking to herself at how thorough it was that it took away her toeprints too.  It tickled a little, and she giggled like a schoolgirl as she headed to the kitchen to get herself something to drink.

Julia poured the last of a not-quite-sour quart of milk into a glass and started walking to the bedroom to lay down for a while and recharge.  She raised it to her lips to take a sip, and milk dribbled all down her front.  "Fuck," she exclaimed, then stopped dead in her tracks as she put her hand to her mouth to wipe it.  Something felt wrong.  She dropped the glass, which shattered on the floor as she dashed to the bathroom and flipped on the light.  Her scream echoed through the little room as she took in what the mirror revealed.

Julia's lips were disappearing.  Her normally full, red lips, her most prominent facial feature that she had used countless times to seduce men and extract information from them, were growing thinner by the moment, their color fading to match the light tan shade of her face.  "No...no..." Julia pleaded to no one in particular as she watched the spectacle.  Her tongue felt cramped in her mouth, as if it were somehow running out of room.  Her next utterance was drowned in a gurgle as the skin on her face knitted itself together silently.  She stretched and strained to open her jaw to keep it from happening, but it felt as though it was locked shut.  The ragged hole that had been her mouth finished sealing itself, leaving nothing but smooth skin between her nose and chin.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!"  Julia's nose flared as she breathed hard through it.  Still in shock, she tried to slow her racing mind and think rationally about what just happened.  I'll cut it, she thought.  I'm no stranger to pain.  She ripped open the medicine cabinet and rummaged for a razor blade with one hand as she put the other to the lower half of her face.  She found a blade and touched it to where the corner of her mouth had been, screwing her eyes shut, her hand trembling.

As her other hand prodded the area, though, she hesitated.  The skin on her lips was thin; she should have been able to feel her teeth through it, press her tongue against it and make it bulge out.  But all she felt behind it was solid bone, as if she were touching her forehead or something.  She struggled to wiggle her tongue, or even prove to herself it still existed inside there...nothing.  She tried to make herself swallow, her neck muscles bulged out but there was clearly no saliva there, no cavity to collect it from.  It wasn't just her lips that had disappeared, it was her whole mouth.  She dropped the razor blade in the sink and backed out of the room, her body shaking.  "Mmm......mmm...."

What's happening to me?  Her next instinct was to run to the door, to get herself outside and find someone to help her.  But her hand paused on the half-turned doorknob, as she preposterous thought of a mouthless woman running through the streets humming for help dawned on her.  It's not real, she thought.  It's an illusion, must be some crazy psychadelic drug in that stuff I drank.  I'll just lay down, and when I wake up I'll be fine.  She staggered back towards her bedroom in a daze, scrunching her nose as it began to feel all strange and itchy.  She went to scratch it, and her heart nearly stopped.

She felt the shallow bump on her face, less than half the size of her normal nose, and shrinking by the moment.  "Mmmmnnn!"  she exclaimed as she ran back towards the bathroom.  She thought of the way her mouth had disappeared, and quickly stuck two fingers in her nostrils, desperate to keep them open somehow.  But as her nose melted away and leveled off flat with her face, some unseen force pushed outward against her fingers, and she heard a terrible sucking noise as the holes sealed themselves and forced her fingers out.  A sudden uncomfortable silence surrounded Julia as the sounds of her breathing and moaning stopped, and she slumped to the ground as she contemplated her inevitable suffocation.

She instinctively tried drawing in breath to no avail, feeling a burning in her lungs as her heartbeat quickened.  She could feel her face flushing, she clawed at it with her hands desperately, feeling the oddly smooth, almost baby-like skin that covered most of it.  Her whole body tensed up as she tried to somehow inhale, her fists clenched, toes curled, her crotch...what was she feeling in her crotch?

She looked down and saw the tight fabric of her catsuit pulled even tighter against her labia, giving her the most extreme camel-toe she'd ever seen.  She tried to pull it out, but it felt as though something was sucking it in...suddenly it came to her.  Her consciousness beginning to fade from lack of oxygen, she yanked at the fabric in desperation, using her last bit of energy to rip a hole in the crotch and pull her panties aside.  

Cool air rushed into Julia's lungs as she lay there, letting out a huge sigh of relief through her vagina.  She lost track of how long she lay there, too relieved at being alive to give any thought to the strangeness of how she was breathing.  Eventually, she mustered up the courage to get up and look in the mirror again.

She stood there, her legs slightly parted to keep her airway open, and stared at herself with a mixture of despair and awe.  Her face looked bizarre, just a pair of pale blue eyes staring out from a flat expanse of skin, perfectly framed by her long hair.  It was hideous, yet beautiful, she thought to herself, as she touched her sensitive new skin with her even more sensitive fingertips.  Even the blemishes she had had before--the mole on her cheek, an old acne scar on her chin, the light peach fuzz--were all gone.  She had a face to die for, if only it had all its features on it.  Julia's hardened soul melted, and for the first time in years, she cried, tears silently rolling down her face.  She wasn't sure, but she thought she even heard what sounded like a sniffle from between her legs.  I can live like this, somehow.   Just leave me like this, she pleaded in her mind to some unknown deity.  Let me keep my...

But it happened.  She could already see her eyebrows thinning out, her eyelashes retracting back into the lids, as the weird itchy feeling overtook them.  She didn't attempt to touch them or even dare to blink, lest she lose even a moment of sight before it was gone forever.  She grabbed the sink with both hands and squeezed it hard, as if trying to endure pain, as she watched her left eye seal shut and slowly flatten itself out to join the smooth expanse of her former face.  There was a brief delay, enough time for Julia's mind to grasp at hope, but the right one began to follow suit.  Her vision narrowed to a little dot, and then--she wasn't sure if it was real or just her brain tricking her--for just an instant, her mind's eye caught an image of her perfectly blank face staring back at her from the mirror.  The image remained with her, hanging in the back of her mind, as everything went black.

Julia wiped the leftover tears from her face for the last time, her fingers lingering there as she couldn't help but feel the perfectly shaped oval of skin she now had.  While she explored it, her stomach began to rumble insistently, and she wondered to herself how long it had been since she'd last eaten.  She had lost all track of time now, and had no easy way to find out what it was.  She felt the strange twinge of arousal between her legs again, thinking matter-of-factly that it must be because of her breathing through it.  She shook her head as the absurdity of it all struck her.

She felt her way along the wall back to the living room, sat on the couch, tried to focus and think clearly.  She had to get help from someone, no matter how reluctant she was to show herself.  She carefully made her way back to the table and found her phone, and almost immediately realized how stupid she was to think she could use it.  She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the smartphone, unable to tell if she was in the dialer screen or if it was even on.  She angrily hurled the phone against the wall, hearing it break with a satisfying crunch.

There was silence for a few minutes, as Juila sat on the floor, rocking back and forth anxiously.  Then another sound appeared, one that she dreaded hearing...police sirens.  Her heart raced as they grew louder, and she heard the faint thud of car doors slamming nearby.  Moments later, she heard the sound of footsteps in the stairwell echoing through the thin walls of her corner apartment.  She sprang up, almost tripping over the coffee table.  I have to get out of here, she thought, barely able to contemplate a life without her face or her freedom.   She frantically felt her way back to the hiding place under the floor, stuffing the bag of diamonds in her cleavage.  As she started feeling her way to the window, her foot hit something which clattered along the floor...the bottle.  The bottle!  I might need it.  She quickly located it and stowed it alongside the bag, then found the window and nervously made her way out to the fire escape.  Used to moving in the dark, she stealthily walked down the two floors, located the ladder and lowered it.  Within seconds she was in the alleyway, blindly running away from the sounds of the sirens on full adrenaline.

Julia stumbled along for blocks, feeling her way along walls and trees until the sounds were behind her, then leaned against a building, panting.  She ripped a bigger hole in the bodysuit and held her panties way off to the side to let in more air as she tried to figure out what to do.  She realized she had no idea where she was; she lived in a bad enough neighborhood to begin with, and depending on which direction she had run, this one might be worse.  She heard only the occasional car off in the distance, and was just beginning to sense the warmth of daylight on her blank face...it was early morning.  They can see me, she thought with dread.  She tried to hide her face in the crook of her elbow as she stumbled along, holding on to a wall.

Suddenly, Julia heard approaching footsteps, and a man's voice called out to her.  "Hey, baby, rough night?  Jam out with your clam out!  Heh heh..."

Julia froze, then tried to turn the other way, but he was already upon her, clutching her arm.  "Hey, bitch, I'm talkin' to you.  What's your name, sweeth...oh fuck!"  Julia felt him suddenly let go as he apparently got a look at her face.  Seizing the opportunity, she tried to run the other way, but it only took a few steps before a telephone pole directly in her path cut her journey short.

The next thing she remembered, she was laying on a couch.  She rubbed the side of her head, which was throbbing and tender.  She tried to get up, but the dizziness quickly made her think better of it, and she lay back weakly and listened to the conversation instead.

"Hey, look, she's awake."  Julia recognized the first voice from her encounter on the street.

"What the hell do you think happened to her?  How is she even alive?"

"Dude, I don't freakin' know.  She's like something from some fucked up horror movie...kinda hot though."  Julia felt her face flush, and she gave an uncharacteristic little ladylike shrug as she turned her head away.  They think I'm hot? she thought to herself, feeling somehow flattered.

"Look at this shit she was carrying, you think this is real?"

"I hope so.  If it is, we're rich.  Let's not tell anybody about her, just in case."

Julia tried to reach out, reclaim her property, but she felt so weak her arm just dropped in her lap.  She was famished now, and...horny?  At a time like this?  She couldn't explain it, but her pussy was dripping, almost like it was salivating.  It was all she could do not to touch it in front of these strangers who had taken her.

"What's that other thing?  That bottle?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," the voice said, and Julia could hear the clinking of the bottle being picked up.  "A-nom-i-nizer," he said, stumbling over the word.  "What is it?"

"Look, it's one of those peely labels, there's something on the other side."  Julia heard the paper being torn off, but could barely pay attention, her arousal growing.  Ignored for the moment by her captors, she mustered all her strength just to slip her clothes off, rubbing her breasts with anxious hands as she exposed them.  She felt a now-familiar tingling in her ears, but she barely noticed as she slipped her hand down between her legs, obsessed with her body.  The voices became tinny, indistinct.

"Yeah, check this out.  'Once subject achieves full anonymous drone status, labial breathing and feeding becomes possible.  Hunger symptoms will mimic arousal.  Subject can be sustained by injections of protein into either remaining orif..."

That was the last thing she heard, as the voice faded to nothing along with the tingling in her ears.  Julia didn't even bother to feel the sides of her head to confirm it, as she writhed on the couch enjoying her one remaining sense, touching her cunt with one hand and caressing her missing face with the other.  Beautiful, almost flawless, she thought.

Julia's anxiety melted away, and her thoughts simplified somehow, as her mind was consumed by desire and hunger.  She turned her empty face in the direction where she thought the boys were, spread her legs, then slowly and deliberately pointed at her starving pussy.  

Satisfied she'd gotten her message across, Julia lay her head back contentedly.  Her mind filled with gleeful anticipation of her new life as she awaited her first meal.