Chapter #32Lin-ear Equations by: Seuzz   "Cindy and Lin," you murmur, and you don't realize you've said it out loud until Chen reacts.
"Ooh, kinky," he says. He squeezes you.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Or did you? "I was just thinking, you know, it would be neat if all that group— Well, if everyone thought they were still totally fighting you and stuff, but actually they were under our control."
"Our control," Chen echoes. "I like that."
* * * * *
Friday afternoon. "I've got it!" you yell as you run for the front door. But your big brother, Mokichi, is already in the foyer. "I said I've got it!" you shout as you barge past him—an elbow in the side of his stomach—to grab the door knob.
"So you've got it," he snarls! "Jesus. Who is it, that you're—? Oh, hey Lin," he says as you rip the door open. You shoot him a dark scowl.
Your friend smiles tightly at you and your brother. "Hey. You ready?" she asks you.
"Almost. Come keep me company while I finish up." You purposefully step on Mokichi's foot as you stand aside to let her in.
He shove you off. "Where you guys going?" he says.
"Nowhere that matters to you!"
"I was talking to Lin."
"I don't know," she says. She pulls away as you grab at her arm, but suffers you to lead her down the hallway. "We'll let you know when we do," she calls back to Mokichi.
"You shouldn't lead him on," you tell her. "He already likes you."
"What's wrong with that?"
You stop dead just in front of your bedroom door. "Are you serious?"
"Maybe." Her lip curls, and she looks down her nose at you. "You think your brother is worse than your boyfriend?"
Your scowl deepens, but you just turn your back on her to open the bedroom door. But you wheel when she adds, "What does Mokichi think of Gary?"
"I haven't had Gary out here. Anyway, it's none of your business. And besides, I don't want to talk about him." You close the door behind Lin. "You'll piss me off. We need to talk about these bullshit tryouts that Chelsea's planning, what to do about them."
Lin settles on the edge of your bed with a sigh. "I don't know what it matters. She's going to be in charge, she'll pick whoever she wants."
"But what if we make sure some of the people that we want are at the tryouts? If they get picked—"
"Like who?"
"Kim Walsh?" You grab the suggestion off the top of your head.
Lin snorts. "No way is Kim going to try out. She didn't even want to try out last—"
"Well, I don't know! That's why we have to get together to talk. Have you talked to Cindy about where we're going to meet?" You open the door to your walk-in closet. "Then how about you text her," you continue when she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "We'll put our heads together. Think maybe we should get Eva and Jessica to meet up with us? They might have ideas."
But Lin has her cell phone out and she is bending over it with concentration.
Perfect. That's what you wanted. You take the blank mask from off a shelf, where you had it hidden under some pullover sweaters.
So concentrated is Lin on the screen of her cell phone that she doesn't even raise her face as you approach, and you have to hit her with the mask with an upward-striking motion. She falls back on the bed, as though you've KO'd her with an uppercut to the jaw.
You didn't prepare Yumi's mask ahead of time with any of the sealant that will turn its wearer into a golem under your control. And you're not about to turn yourself back into Will Prescott in the middle of Yumi bedroom. But you do have a tub of the stuff with you.
So you text Chelsea with a brief update while waiting for the new mask to copy to Lin, and when it comes out of her you gingerly lift it off her face and, with a more than a few nervous glances at her sleeping form, coat its inner surface with the goop. Then you place it back onto her.
Her eyes instantly pop open, and they widen as she looks over at you.
"What happened?" she says. "Did you—?"
"You have to do what I say. Don't you, Lin?"
There's a flutter at her throat as she swallows, and the color drains from her face.
"Answer me, Lin. Do you have to do what I say?"
"Yes," she says in a faint, horror-struck voice.
"Good." You don't mean to smile evilly. But you can't stop yourself from smiling, and it sure feels like an evil smile spreading itself over your features. "We're going to go find Cindy now," you tell her. "Oh, and if Mokichi says anything to us on our way out," you add as you help the pale-faced Lin to her feet, "tell him you don't talk to assholes."
* * * * *
But Mokichi is in the kitchen as you head out, and once you're in the car you're intercepted by a message from Chelsea ordering you out to the school and to the loft. This surprises you—the plan was for you to ambush Cindy with the second mask that you've got in your purse. And besides, it's getting close to the time for Gary Chen to be at the country club.
Golem-Lin says nothing as you enter the gym and cross the basketball court. Not until you're mounting the stairs to the loft does she speak. "Do you know where you're going, Yumi?" she asks in a wavering voice.
"Sure. The fuck room. You'll get used to it. You'll probably be spending a lot of time up here. And don't worry." You squeeze her arm as you pause outside the door. "You'll love it."
Chelsea answers in her own voice when you tap at the door, and you find her waiting inside dressed only in shorts and a t-shirt. "Oh, did you send the Gary golem out to work?" you ask.
"Not yet," she says. "I'm getting ready for that." She looks past you, and smile at Lin. "Oh my God," she squeals, and bounces past you to catch Lin in a hug. "Is this her? She's on our team?"
"Yes. Even though she doesn't look happy about it." Indeed, the golem looks like it's about to throw up.
"Well, how about you get changed?" Chelsea says.
"Changed?"
"Yes. To Lin. Don't you want to try out your new face?"
"Sure. But what's the rush?"
"No rush. I just figured you'd want to and I'd help. Get out of your mask," she continues as you stare at her, "switch over to Lin, and we'll put that stuff into Yumi's mask while we're at it!"
"Oh," you say, and decide that that would work.
"What are you doing?" Lin asks as you start to strip. "What is going on here?"
"Oh, just be quiet," you tell her. "You'll understand soon enough." Once I'm inside your skin, you add to yourself.
Once you're undressed, you lay on the gym mat. Chelsea huddles up close to you. You're struck by how soft and beautiful and healthy she is, with her clear complexion and mane of golden hair. You'd love to pull her down to your face and kiss her all over.
But she puts her hands on your face, and you close your eyes as she grips your forehead. You hear her whisper some words, and yank at your face.
It's like someone ripped the universe away, and then you know nothing.
* * * * *
You feel very relaxed all over when you wake. Boneless, almost. You blink at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Then you remember where you are, and all the sleepiness flees from you. You sit up with a gasp, and your heart hammers in your chest.
Oh God. Head rush. You reel.
But it's more than a head rush. Or, it's a "head rush" in the most literal sense of the word. Two brains are banging around in your skull, vying for supremacy. You clutch your temples—
And one of them bobs to the surface, filling the space between your ears. The mind of Will Prescott. That's who you are, and you know exactly where you are and how you got here.
But the other mind is still there, inside your own, and you sink into it, like sinking into a hot bath. You smile as you feel the memories lap about and seep into you.
The memories of Lin Pol.
You look down at your bosom. There's Lin's puppies. Her breasts are large—much larger than Yumi's—and firm. You clasp them and heft them and hold them up. They're wonderful. Guys like them too. Almost as much as they like your—
You release your boobs, and spread your legs and put your hands between your thighs. The bush. You brush it, and slide your fingers into it until you find the lips therein. You peel them back and stroke the soft lining within.
Wow, you marvel as you relax all over again. Lin sure likes to get laid. She's got guys all over the place, too, that she can go to for a good fuck. Not like Yumi, who was herself jumpy and nervous about sex, even without your own jumpiness.
But you're more used to it now, thanks to all the attention that Chelsea has been giving you. Is that why you're not freaking out as you think of all the cock Lin has had? Or is it because she likes it so much? Such pleasant memories of rock hard members prying her open and pulsing into those tender membranes. Chelsea's going to love how much you're going to love—
But where is Chelsea? You look around with a frown. She's not here. She's left behind the real Lin, who is passed out on the mat. Except it's not Lin, of course. It's Yumi.
Then you notice that Yumi is wearing the clothes that Chelsea was wearing.
Oh, Chelsea, you kinky girl! Getting into Yumi's mask!
Maybe you should give her a really pleasant wake-up.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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