Chapter #22To Catch a President by: rugal b.   "How the hell am I going to do that!?" you exclaim in disbelief. Because Kim is the senior class president and a hardworking busybody. She's not going to have time for you or anyone else, she's got more important things to take care of... or so you assume she thinks, anyway. "I mean, I'll try but I'm not gonna be able to get close to her or anything. We run in different circles and—"
"Whoa, man, chill out!" Laurent says. "It's not gonna be that hard. Trust me."
"Look," Marc jumps in, "you know her dad owns the Donna right?"
"The dumpy old motel?"
"She helps out there on the weekends," he continues. "So just go out there and grab her."
"Just go out... wait, as in today?" you ask.
"The sooner the better, right?" Laurent proclaims. "Besides like I said last night, you get first dibs on the mask this time."
"Okay, so say I go out there and she's at the desk. I can't just, like, leap over it and put it on her," you explain. "Like I'm pretty sure there's cameras and shit and she'd know it was me. I'd be fucked."
Laurent rolls his eyes but he still smirks. "Look, man, I getcha but you're overthinking this. It's not going to be that hard. Just go get a room there and grab her."
You grunt at that. "Okay but the problem is I don't really have the money. Plus, there's still the fact that she'd know it was me. I don't need her going around at school telling people I attacked her or something."
"She's not going to know it's you, dude," says Laurent as he stands up. "Gimme a sec." He trudges off to a room as you and Marc sit there quietly but comes back a short time later. He thrusts a mask at you insisting that you take it. "That buffer trick is pretty handy so I brought some extras last night. Managed to get someone and that's who Kim'll be seeing."
"Who is it?" you ask as you try to make out the face. Laurent just gives you a mischievous smirk however.
"Put it on and find out."
* * * * *
You feel disoriented once you come to and immediately notice how odd you feel... probably because your chest is straining against your shirt, bulging and distorting it. And there's hair that hangs in your face and you move away with a manicured, but strong-looking, hand. The legs that emerge from your shorts are strong and thick such that they seem to fill up more of your shorts than you usually do.
"Holy shit, what—" you begin to say but stop yourself. The voice, though a bit husky, is still distinctly feminine. "I'm a fucking girl!?" you exclaim in shock. "Who—"
"Bathroom is down the hall," says Laurent, "if you want to take a look at yourself." He's grinning and seems like he can barely hold in his amusement. Marc isn't even making the attempt.
With a grunt you push yourself up and head down the hall, slipping inside the bathroom and shutting the door. You flip on the light and are immediately taken aback by the sight in the mirror. It's a girl alright, stocky and stern, her jaw a little strong but still with a pretty enough face that's framed by wavy, sandy-colored hair that stops around her shoulders. It's Joyce, the girl that you danced with last night after Elsie. Except she's wearing your hat and your shirt and... you let your curiosity get the better of you. You pull your shirt up and her breasts, large and firm, flop out.
"Holy fucking shit!" you exclaim in her voice as with her hands you reach up to grab, squeeze and fondle them. They feel amazing and when you brush and pinch the nipples, your whole body seems to tingle with excitement. You look down at your shorts and wonder if you should pull them down and go the whole way. But no, you can't. Because the guys will know what you're doing if you take too long and you don't want them hassling you any more than they have.
You pull your shirt back down and readjust everything, then head back into the living room. Marc and Laurent's faces tell you just about everything. "How is it?" asks Marc.
"It's whatever," you answer trying to be nonchalant. "So how'd you get her."
"She's friends with Lepley's girl on account of them both being teammates, so we know her," Laurent explains. "Me and Ratliff actually caught with your girl while you two were dancing so we found Joyce and told her to go over and tease you a little bit. You know, help break you in since it was your first time out there."
"And she just... agreed to do it?"
"Joyce is cool, she didn't have a problem with it," says Laurent though, with a leer, he adds, "especially not when I said I'd take her upstairs later."
"Oh god, wait did you get the mask after—"
"Fucking her? Nah, she just gave me quick handy," he says which causes you to look at your hand and decide you'll need to was it.
"Okay, so I go out to the Donna, rent a room then use that mask and band on Kim. And she's not gonna know it's me because I look like this Joyce girl."
"Simple, right?"
"Sure, except I don't have the money for a room. Or for clothes, because I can't really go out there dressed in my stuff."
"Garner'll spot you," says Laurent much to the surprise of both you and Marc.
"The hell do I have to do it for?" Marc protests.
"Well 'cause you didn't want to go out in the masks with us last night, right? 'Cause of your date and all. And I'm guessing that you got lucky with Hannah didn't you? So consider it your way of thanking Prescott so you could get your dick wet."
"You son of a bitch, that shit's expensive," Marc says, although his tone, and the wry smile on his face, indicate he's not actually all that pissed.
With that, Laurent says that everyone will meet up again once they've got a lead on some some party. Or maybe just to mess around or plan some stuff out, like who to get next? Because Kim's face, he says, would definitely unlock a lot of doors. As you're walking out to your vehicles—him a minivan and you your truck—Marc decides to speak up.
"So hey, how is it?" he asks. "Wearing that thing? Being, you know—"
"A chick?" you say, completing his thought. "It's super fucking weird! My sense of balance, my perspective, it's all off. Like you take away my dick and give me these," you say as you thrust your (considerable) chest out, "and it feels like trying to walk when you're buzzed. If I had this girl's brain it'd probably feel more natural but I don't. And those bands take a while to make."
"How long?" he asks.
"A few hours," you tell him. "Carving the stuff onto them is what takes so long and I don't think there's a way to speed it up like you can with the polishing because the shit you have to carve on there is precise."
"I see," is all he says before you head off.
* * * * *
You follow him out to his place but wait in your truck while he runs inside. He comes back out a few minutes later and hands you a fistful of twenties, making a crack about "making yourself look nice." But he also asks if you have that book with you and you tell him you do as you motion over to the passenger seat. He asks if he can take it for a bit, saying he's got nothing to do and that he can try working on one of those bands while you work on Kim because he figures they can't have you doing everything yourself.
With some more prodding, you relent and reluctantly agree. He gives you his number and tells you to call him when you're done and he'll bring it up to the motel so that you can exchange the money for the book. That makes it seem more like he's using the book as collateral to ensure that you pay him back.
From there you head out to get some clothes but you're not actually going to spend a lot and instead head up to Thrifty Nifties, a thrift store on the north side of town, to get some stuff cheap. You wind up with a simple t-shirt (that hugs your chest) and some short athletic shorts (that hug your ass) as well as a pair of flip-flops. The cashier turns out to be none other than Cassie and as you pay for your stuff you remember what Austin had said last night and muse about someone actually having a thing for her. Thankfully, she lets you use the changing room once you've actually bought the stuff.
From there, you make the drive out past Keyserling to the far southeast part of town and there, near where your dad works, is the Donna Motor Court. You park your truck, grab the bag with the stuff and head up to the front desk where you don't see anyone. But you ring a bell and hear a voice saying they'll be up there and then out of the back office pops Kim and her mane of curly, fiery hair, explaining that the guy working the front desk is on break but she'll get you. You briefly get the wild delusion that she can somehow see through the illusion and see you, the real you, behind Joyce's face so it's with some nerves that you book the room.
But that quickly passes as she takes your cash and gives you a keycard for a room... just as a burly, barrel chested man comes waltzing up. Kim is about to head back into the office but thinking quickly, you ask her if she can show you to the room because you have something you want to talk to her about; something you think she can help you with. She takes the bait.
As she leads you to your room, you make up some generic story about a boy you totally like or some such and what you should do. But you've got a hand in the bag, grasping the mask, and once she gets to your room and opens the door, you spring on her, pushing the mask onto her face. Kim swoons and you grab her before she can fall and as you get her into the room and onto the bed, you find out that it's a total pain the ass to try and drag dead weight. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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