I hand-fed her until she claimed to be thirsty. Then I fetched her a can of cola from the fridge and stuck a straw in it before holding it up to her mouth for her to drink.
“Mmm, puta, you sure do treat me right.” She sent me a smile and sexy wink. It was too late for me to flirt back, so I just grunted out a sound, plopped back onto my chair and tried to stay awake with her by reading funny little things I found in the newsfeed of the Facebook app on my phone.
By three thirty in the morning, I was just beginning to nod off when the timer blared, letting us know the latex was dry. Jodi jumped and rolled off the couch where she’d been dozing, landing on all fours on the floor.
“Shit,” she mumbled as she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and let out a mammoth yawn. “Time to decorate your new face. Get up, woman.” She slapped me on the ass as she passed.
I wanted to whine, but since this was all for me, I merely yawned too and stumbled out of the chair I’d been curled in.
And even though I was only half-awake for the rest of it, I remained in awe of Jodi’s power of creativity. She had given the male me a square-cut jaw and a sloped forehead with a defined brow ridge. But it was her talent with hair that blew my mind. After finding a dark wig, she hand-sewed it to the mask, allotting it an m-cut brow line, slight sideburns and even a five-o’clock shadow.
“Holy shit,” I murmured in amazement as Jodi tacked in the last of the mask’s eyebrows. “That looks...wow.”
“I thought I’d give you a little facial hair to cover as much of your jaw as possible, so it’ll be harder to tell you’re wearing a mask.”
I just nodded, unable to say anything, though seriously, I didn’t think anyone would guess it was latex after the expert way Jodi had painted it and applied makeup.
“Jesus, you’re amazing.”
Preening, my friend grinned as she held up the final product. “I know, right?” She motioned me forward. “Now this might feel a little strange. I tried to make it as comfortable as possible by fashioning the inside layer to conform to the shape of your face, but it’ll also get warmer more quickly that way.”
“Well then, thank God we’re in northern Illinois in November,” I teased.
I ducked my head, which Jodi had wrapped with a tight nylon hairnet to contain my natural hair, and the mask slipped over my scalp. The latex tried to stick to and pinch my face but Jodi kept working it, determined to get it into place. And finally we were a go. I opened my eyes, blinked my lashes a few times and peered out from a mini-tunnel.
“Ooh, it makes your eyes look deeper set.” Jodi nodded with an approving smile. “Much more masculine. And I’ve always preferred that in men. Actually...you’re kind of hot as a guy.” To prove her point, she wiggled her eyebrows and sent me a little wink. “Too bad you’re not into girls; I’d so turn bi for you.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned to study my face in the mirror. “Wow,” I said again.
I looked nothing like myself whatsoever. My forehead was more pronounced, the bridge of my nose wider, my chin no longer pointy. Even my mouth had been squished around the edge of the mask to look wider and flatter.
I opened and closed my jaw a few times; the mask never gave itself away. “This is freaking unbelievable. It looks so real.”
“Yup. So, let’s get to work on the rest of your body.” Jodi sounded way too eager and energized for ten in the morning, after she’d been up all night.
I turned from the mirror and lifted my fake, bushy dark eyebrows. “The rest of my body?”
“Well, yeah, puta. If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it right. You might not have double Ds like me, but that...,” she pointed to my breasts, “is clearly a female chest.”
Scowling, I glanced at the front of my shirt. “Can’t we just bind them with an elastic bandage or something to flatten them down?”
She snorted. “Only if you want to half-ass it. And after all that work I put into your face, you’re not allowed to half-ass the rest.”
“Okay, fine. But what exactly did you have in mind?”
A large grin spread across her face. “This,” she announced before pulling what looked like a tan bulletproof vest from her closet. “It’s padding for male actors to make their chests look fuller. But we can use it for you by cutting out some holes on the inside where your boobies can go.”
I blurted out a laugh. “Oh, my God. You have the strangest shit in your closet.”
Jodi merely shrugged. “No stranger than having molding clay and mask latex on hand.”
“Good point.”
So we made me a male chest. Then Jodi went as far as to sew in a rolled-up wad of cloth to give my panties a “package.”
“Why the hell do I need a package?” I argued. “No one’s going to be staring at my crotch.”
“You never know, they might. I made you look hot enough as a guy, I’m sure some girl off the street will cop a peek.”
“Honestly, I really don’t care if some girl off the street finds me lacking down there.”
“Well, I do. And I’m in charge of this man-body, so you’re wearing it.”