This choice: Get Mansfield's mask to use • Go Back...Chapter #24The False Face of a Friend by: Seuzz   You haven't been getting any use out of that mask you made of Mansfield, but here's your chance. "I can get back over to the school and changed real fast," you tell Connor. "I'll be back before you know it."
"It'll take you a quarter hour just to get into the mask," he protests. But you're already out the restroom door. "Will!" he shouts after you. But he can't catch you.
Fortunately, you remember to make another stop before racing back to the Acheson Community Center: your house. Geoff Mansfield is half-a-head taller than you, and you'll need another set of clothes to fit his frame. You haven't got any good dress clothes -- of the sort he favors -- in a Mansfield-like size, but you do have some over-large t-shirts and shorts with an elastic band. For shoes you'll just have to use flip-flops.
It takes longer than you'd like to get this stuff together and to get back to the school, and before sweeping up Mansfield's mask, you alarm yourself by glancing at the time. Almost eight-thirty. You're not sure how long Caleb and the others can stretch things out at the library, and your nerves are twitching as you hop onto a table with the mask. Just as you're lowering it onto your face, you remember Connor's warning that you're going to have to meet with some of Mansfield's friends without knowing how to talk to them like Mansfield would. The mask slips a little in your fingers and falls hard onto your face, but you don't have a chance to even wince before a void envelops you.
* * * * *
You are stiff when you wake, and you sit up with difficulty, but your head is clear. Well, mostly clear: the anxieties that swarmed over you just before making this change are buzzing in your head still. They become more shrill when you glance down at your outstretched legs.
They're not so different from yours, though they feel much longer for some reason. There's less hair on the calves, and that hair is darker. Your feet are now longer and bonier. And the cock --
You bite your lower lip hard, and your eyes water, but you can't look away. It's longer than yours. Even flaccid you can tell that it's longer that yours.
It stirs just the tiniest bit, and you scramble back away from it, as though it were a snake that had dropped in your lap. That little bit of stupidity, luckily, frightens the things back into lassitude. You swallow, and grab up your clothes as fast as you can.
It takes maybe ten seconds to slip into the shorts and the t-shirt and the flip-flops. How dumb does Geoff Mansfield look in a get-up like this? Probably very dumb, but it's too dark to check yourself out in the mirror. At your new height and with an unfamiliar body, you stumble a little as you climb the stairs. Inside the cab of your truck, you turn on the dome light and study your face with the camera of your phone.
It's Geoff Mansfield's face, but it's not wearing any expression like you're used to seeing on it. It looks drawn and worried, with a mouth hanging slackly open and eyes that seem sunk under overhanging brows.
You can't walk into the library looking like this: between the expression and the clothes, the Garners might not even recognize who you're supposed to be. So you firm it up. You close your mouth and tighten your jaw. You shut your eyes and let your shoulders relax. You center yourself with a silent mantra as you inhale deeply and exhale slowly: I'm Geoff Mansfield, and I'm a smooth, cool, superior son of a bitch.
In this way you calm yourself so completely that when you feel your dick firming up against your thigh you don't even wince internally. And when you open your eyes again and look at yourself, you see -- Well, you don't see Geoff Mansfield in all his supercilious glory, but you look a lot better. You turn the key in the ignition and drive back to the library.
* * * * *
about time, Connor texts back when you say you've just parked. still waiting, he adds to the rest of your query about what's happened in the meantime. You saunter around the periodicals section of the library and up the languorously sloping ramp to the second floor. Rounding a bookshelf, you spot your targets.
Directly ahead of you Jessica and Eva Garner are seated at a table with their back to you, with Caleb seated opposite. He does a double-take and his eyes bulge a little when he sees you, but he quickly masters himself. You hope it's the sight of Geoff Mansfield that's startled him, not the sight of someone badly trying to imitate Mansfield.
Glancing to your left you make out the other four at the back table where you met Mansfield and got this mask of him. Connor and Justin are sprawled with their backs to you. Opposite them are Marc Garner and a girl you can't easily make out except for her dirty-blonde hair. You ignore them and stride over to the Garners.
Eva and Jessica show a little surprise when you materialize next to the table, but if they think your wardrobe outrageous, they don't show it. They greet you warmly but casually. "Is that your brother over there?" you ask. "What is it, Garner Night at the library?"
"Something like that," Jessica says with a tight smile. "What are you here for?"
"Bored, had nothing better to do, wanted to get out of the house," you reply, and cock your head in a way that you remember Mansfield doing. You catch Caleb staring at you. "Johansson," you smirk.
"Mansfield," he mutters back.
You poke Jessica in the shoulder with a bony finger. "Hey, can I talk to you? Privately?" You cast a meaningful glance at Caleb.
For a moment Jessica stares back at you, as though not comprehending the request. Then she gives a little jerk. "Sure. Um?" She glances at Eva, who doesn't give any response, then gets up. "Do I need to bring anything?" she asks you, her hand on her backpack.
"No. Not unless you need a security blanket," you say. You congratulate yourself on the snide, Mansfield-like line. You lead Jessica back into the stacks by a circuitous route, looking for some chairs out of sight and away from everyone else. You find a spot that will suit you admirably on the other side of the library.
Jessica looks at you expectantly as you sit down. You are suddenly very conscious of your bare legs and bony knees, and raise yourself up to sit cross-legged with your feet under you. "So why are you guys hanging out with Johansson?" you ask her bluntly.
"Studying. Eva and Caleb are studying math, I'm tagging along."
"Along with your brother and -- ?"
"What do you want to ask me about, Geoff?"
It doesn't seem like such a good idea now, but recklessly you plunge in. "What do you think about me and Lisa as a couple?"
She looks as though you've just punched her in the forehead. "What does it matter what I think about that?" she stammers.
"Just curious. I value your opinion, you know." You raise your nose into the air.
Her eyes go very wide. "Uh -- I think you'd make a nice couple." She continues to stammer. "But, you know, that's for you guys to, uh -- "
"You don't think it was kind of a dick move, me coming between Lisa and Prescott?"
Now she reacts as though you've punched her in the stomach, and for a moment she can't find any words. "I don't think you came between anyone, Geoff," she says.
That's the opposite of what you'd like to hear. "They were seeing a lot of each other over the summer."
"That doesn't mean they were, uh -- " She trails off.
"But they seemed kind of close. It seems like Prescott thought they were dating." You feel good about not stumbling over your name.
"Will probably believes a lot of things that aren't necessarily so."
"Oh like what?" The words tumble out in a rush.
Jessica smiles tightly, but desperation shows in her eyes, and she swallows. "I just mean that, you know, lots of people get the wrong idea about the way things are, in a relationship or, uh -- " She colors hard, and trails off.
"So what kind of ideas did Lisa have about Prescott?"
Anxiety pools in her eyes. "Why are you so interested in old news like them?"
Probably you could have forgiven her if she hadn't referred to you and Lisa as "old news." "Maybe I've got a bad conscience," you coolly say. And since you're pissed at her, and you don't care if she winds up being pissed at Mansfield, you don't even try to hide it when you open up your book bag and extract one of the blank masks. "I've got one more favor to ask," you add.
If Jessica has any premonition that you're about to assault her, she doesn't show it, and she doesn't flinch until you're shoving the mask right at her face. It hits her hard, jarring your arm, and then you're mashing her face with your palm as the mask melts into her. You've got snot on your hand when you pull it away. Jessica slumps to the side, and you wedge into the chair next to her to keep her upright, and grapple with her until you get her balanced so she won't fall over. Then you shoot a text to Connor, telling him where you are and what you've done.
Justin comes around the corner a few minutes later, even before the mask has finished its work. His face shows astonishment mixed with fear. "Take care of her, will you?" you say. "Catch the mask when it comes out of her, and then get away. I'm going to take care of Eva."
"How?"
"I'm just going to smash it onto her. I don't care if it pisses her off, she'll be pissed at Mansfield, not me, and that'll be awesome."
But on your way back to where everyone else is sitting, you spot Marc Garner's date moving through the stacks with a mystified expression on her face. You don't know if Connor got a copy of her yet; but if not, this is a perfect chance to add her to the collection.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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