Chapter #32Ambushing Cindy by: Seuzz   "Cindy and Seth," you murmur after a moment's thought.
"Hell yes, them," your boyfriend agrees, and bends his head to nuzzle at your neck. "But start with Cindy."
"Why with her?"
"Easier to get, right?" he says. "You talk to Cindy, then after you're Cindy you can, you know, do whatever."
It occurs to you that Chelsea doesn't care about Seth himself. Probably she wants you to take Cindy as a second face so that she—as Gary—can do unto her as she's doing unto Yumi.
But that's okay. It might even be fun.
* * * * *
Friday afternoon. "So are you ever going to get a car of your own?" you ask Cindy as you escort her from her front door down to where you parked. It's dinnertime, and you're picking her up, ostensibly for a business-related meal.
"For college," she says. "I'm saving up for college. Besides—" She breaks off as you and she get into your car. "I've got Lucy and Seth to carpool with until then."
"Seth isn't showing up tonight, is he?" you ask.
"Well, what if he does?" Cindy snaps, causing you to wince. "If he wants to show up, he can. Is Gary showing up?"
"Gary's got to work. And if Seth wants to show up, that's okay too. "I just wouldn't think, you know, that he'd be into this stuff."
This stuff is cheerleader business, and with nothing else to do while driving Cindy into the ambush, you start talking to her about it. "So who do you think will be trying out? Who do you want to try out?"
"I don't know," she sighs. "Is there even any point in worrying about it? Chelsea always manages to be one step ahead of everyone else."
"Well, what about Sydney McGlynn? Wasn't she supposed to have been, like, captain of her JV squad at her old school?"
"I don't know her, except just to talk to. Do you?"
"No. But anyone who knows what's she's doing is bound to hate the way Chelsea runs things. That makes Sydney a good choice."
"But in that case, Chelsea won't pick her, will she? Even if she's good."
"So maybe we should sabotage the girls that Chelsea would pick," you suggest.
"Like how?"
"Like ... I dunno." You try to think through what you said. "Like, how about we figure out who Chelsea would pick, and then we make a big deal about trying to get friendly with them, like we're trying to get them on our side. That way Chelsea won't pick them."
"That sounds pretty complicated, Yumi. Or ass-backwards, or something."
"Well then I don't know." You change lanes so that you can make an upcoming turn. "Have you talked to Lucy about this?" Cindy's older sister was captain of the Westside cheerleader squad a few years ago.
She snorts. "Why would I do that? She doesn't care, and this isn't about cheerleading. It's about group politics."
You roll your eyes. Yumi has always had the impression that Lucy is very interested in group politics. She could probably out-Chelsea Chelsea.
"What are we stopping here for?" Cindy asks as you turn into the parking lot of strip center. "I thought we were going to Panera."
"I have to stop here for just a minute," you explain as you pull into a space. "Only a minute. I won't even turn the engine off."
You retrieve your giant shoulder bag from the back seat and from it draw a blank mask.
Cindy watches with mild curiosity as you turn it over in your hand. She hasn't time to react before you smash it into her face.
* * * * *
After wedging Cindy in place, you pull back into the street and drive out to a nearby elementary school, where you park in a deserted corner of the lot, far from prying eyes.
As you wait you study Cindy's face and form. She has a very Slavic/Scandinavian look. Her skin, even in the summer, is the color of fresh milk, and her hair falls in straight, platinum sheets to her shoulders. She has big green eyes over high, flat cheekbones. Her build is very slim, except for her large breasts, and her tight black t-shirt shows all her curves, just as her short skirt reveals long, strong, silky thighs and calves.
You feel a twinge of disloyalty to Chelsea, and it's not just from Yumi's native psychology: Really, Cindy should be the captain of the cheerleading squad. She's got more talent, and she's prettier, too, and she really looks the part.
Well, maybe you think that only because she's here, next to you, now, and you've got her scent—lavender with a hint of ... cinnamon?—in your nostrils. She's a different kind of beauty than Chelsea. Where Chelsea is short and plumped up in the bosom and hips and legs, with a bouffant of curly blonde hair, Cindy is the willowy type.
Except, as noted, for her breasts, which are at least as large as Chelsea's. She must have a terrific sense of balance to be able to walk and tumble with those things.
A minute later her face begins to glow, and you catch the mask as it falls out. You already have the "golem paint" out, and it's the work of only a minute to get it into the mask. Then you place it back onto Cindy's face, where it vanishes. Cindy sits up and sucks in a breath and turns those big green eyes on you. "What the—? What was that?" she stammers.
"You have to do what I say, Cindy," you tell her in your sharpest tone. "You have to follow my orders."
Her eyes widen, and her lips part. But she says nothing.
"Answer me, Cindy. Do you have to do what I say? Do you have to obey me?"
"Yes," she says faintly, and she swallows.
"Good. Change places with me. What I mean is—" The quasi-Freudian slip change places with me causes you to stammer. "What I mean is, you get behind the wheel. I'm getting in the back."
"What's going on?" Cindy asks in a plaintive tone as you get out of the car. "Yumi? What's happening? Why do I—?"
"Just do like I tell you, Cindy. You'll get it soon enough. You'll like what's happening." Oh boy will I? you murmur to yourself as you crawl into the back seat. "Just drive us around," you order her as you begin pulling your clothes off. "I know, drive us up to the mall. Drive around the parking lot. Then drive us back to—" You glance around, but can find no sign to identify the elementary school. "Well, here. Wherever 'here' is." That should give you enough time to make the necessary changes.
Cindy tries asking you again about what's going on, and by the quaver in her voice you think she is probably on the verge of bursting into tears. Is the Yumi golem going to be the same way once you've got it up and running? You hope not, and decide to try heading it off.
So after telling Cindy to hold her tongue, you murmur softly to yourself as you strip off skirt and blouse and shoes and bra and panties: "You know what's going on, Yumi. You're a fake. You're secretly helping Chelsea Cooper and—" Your voice catches a little. "And Will Prescott. You like helping them." Can you order a golem to like certain things? It's worth a shot. "You and Cindy are fakes, and you're best friends with her and Will and Chelsea. You love helping them out. We're going to go get Seth now," you continue, "and you are really happy to help us get him, to turn him into a fake too."
Even if the programming doesn't take, maybe telling Yumi ahead of time will spare you having to explain things to her.
Once you're disrobed, you lay out in the back seat, grab your forehead, and pull at your face.
It's like a hand has plunged through your brain and down your neck all the way to your gut, and you pass out as it turns you inside out.
* * * * *
You wake with a groan and a slight headache. Your head is muzzy, and even after you've sat up you blink heavily. Your mouth feels very dry. In short, you feel hung over.
You're in a moving car, and it takes you a moment to place yourself. You're hurtling down the interstate, and as you glance around you see Northgate Mall rapidly approaching.
You catch Cindy's expression in the rear view mirror. "Oh my God," she says in a soft squeak as she stares at you with horrified eyes.
"Just concentrate on driving," you snap at her. You rub your face, and most of that "hung over" feeling vanishes. But you're repulsed by the bristly whiskers on your cheek and chin, and you look down at your old body with loathing.
"Never mind going to the mall," you continue. "Just turn us around and get us back to that school." From the floorboards, where it has fallen, you retrieve Yumi's mask, and settle back to wait. The golem paint is already inside the mask—you had time beforehand to prepare it while setting up this ambush for Cindy—and now you just have to get Cindy to a quiet place where you can complete the switch.
It seems to take forever: to get off the interstate, to turn around, to take the interstate back to another exit, then to navigate through residential neighborhoods to that school. Time enough to think about what comes next and how you're going to do it.
Time enough to nurse your cock as it rises and falls with banked anticipation.
The plan was to capture and switch with Cindy, then move on to capture—and switch with?—Seth. But now you're thinking maybe that could wait. You can collect Seth at your convenience. Besides, he's a bully and an asshole, who is always persecuting your old friend Keith. Maybe it would be fun to screw around with the real guy for awhile from behind his girlfriend's before dropping an anvil on his head.
But you're also thinking about Lucy, Cindy's gorgeous college-age sister. You are due a fourth face. Maybe you could leapfrog Seth and use your next blank mask on her.
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