Chapter #19Girls Going Wild by: Seuzz   "Clothes off." You snap your fingers at Eva. She sticks her tongue out at you, but starts unbuttoning her blouse. "Jeremy, over here." The golem lumbers over and rolls his eyes as you tear the mask off.
"Jessica's ready," Caleb says, and you turn in time to see a second Caleb materialize on the floor. Your friend helps it to its feet. "Phew, you're gonna need a shower, buddy," he tells it.
"Something I was too polite to mention," you grin. Eva drops the last of her scanties to the floor, and you twitch the mask from her, revealing her golemized original. "Oy, toss me that mask of me," you shout to Caleb, but he's already on his back, lowering a mask to his face, so you snatch up your own mask yourself and hang it on Eva. Then it's your turn to change into someone else.
You brace as you put the Eva mask to your brow, but when she comes she is soft and docile. The only odd part--briefly--is getting used to the weight redistribution.
"Remember when we used to play dress up?" Jessica--your twin sister--is zipping up her skirt and taking up her own blouse. You kind of wish Caleb hadn't been so quick to get into her clothes, but then you look down to appreciatively goggle the rosy tips of your new boobs. They prickle in the cool air.
"Mmm. We should give each other a makeover when we get home."
"Can't," she says. "I have that paper to finish up in English."
"I thought we were gonna, you know, 'plot'." You fish your panties off the floor. They are soft and tight and hug your legs as you pull them on.
"We can do that while we work. Don't you have some homework?"
"Yeah. Stupid trig."
"Should be easy for you now, right? I'll say this for Prescott, he was always good at math."
You grunt, concentrating on getting the bra on. You glance up to see your own golem chewing his lower lip hungrily. "Close your eyes, you pervert!" He sighs but complies. "And get dressed!" He feels for his clothes without opening his eyes, and topples over in a heap. "God, you're such a moron!"
"Something I've been saying for years," Jessica giggles.
Eventually, everyone is dressed, and the four of you stand in a tight circle, looking at each other. The two boys grin dopily.
"Alright, you guys go home, be normal, go to school. Be the idiots you're supposed to be," you tell them.
"Sure thing, boss-lady," Caleb says, snapping off a two-fingered salute.
"And don't do anything stupid," Jessica adds.
"Who, us?" That's Prescott. He shoves Caleb, who shoves him back.
"Okay, what's up with you guys?" you demand. While you'd finished dressing they'd huddled off in a corner, to whisper and smirk and shoot excited glances at you and your bosom mate.
"Whaddaya think is up?" Caleb asks. He smoothes the front of his shorts so that his boner becomes clearly visible.
"Oh, gross!" Jessica shrieks. "What are you thinking?"
"We're gonna get lucky, aren't we?" Will asks. He winks at you. "You're dying to know what it's like to have a little, uh, 'will power' inside you, eh?"
Your cheeks flame. "Uh, I don't think so!" You grab Jessica by the elbow and the two of you practically run out the door. "Lock up when you leave, morons!"
At the car you glance back. Your former selves are wedged in the doorway, watching you with a mix of unbridled lust and forlorn disappointment. Inside the car, though, Jessica squirms and fondles her breasts. She giggles. When you ask her what's up, she giggles again. "Oh, I wasn't going to say anything in front of those idiots, but actually ... Who knew it would feel so good to have Caleb Johannson inside me?"
You feel a sympathetic flash of excitement. You adjust the rear view mirror, smile at yourself, and laugh with your friend--who is now your twin sister.
* * * * *
The two of you actually do a little "plotting" that night: you get through Eva's homework pretty quickly and take up Jessica's English paper while your fellow conspirator breaks out a spreadsheet. But after quickly filling in four slots--Jeremy Richards; Gordon Black, captain of the basketball team and chief jock/bully; his best friend, Steve Patterson; and Gordon's girlfriend, the queen of the school, head cheerleader Chelsea Cooper--things get bogged down on subsequent possibilities. "You know," you finally sigh, "we should just wait until we get Chelsea and Kim and Hartlein. They'll have better ideas than us."
"True. Okay, so what do we do about Jeremy?"
"We'll take him tomorrow. I'll make a date or something. You brought his mask, right?" He nods. "Slop some golem stuff on its insides."
"We don't have any supplies," he points out.
"So get some after school tomorrow. Use your own money. I'm still out five hundred, remember? And hand me the book. I'll make the sigil while you finish your own paper. Oh, are you taking a bath tonight?"
"I could."
"Then step out of Jessica long enough to cut off a bit of your own hair. We'll use your shit in the mix this time. I've got two golems of my own--three if we count the Johannson mask. Let's keep it balanced."
He hugs you. "You're the best sister a boy-pretending-to-be-a-girl could have," he simpers in Jessica's voice.
* * * * *
The next morning you're glad you did that planning session, not because it got you closer to your goal but because it makes it easier to deal with Chelsea. She works the team hard all practice, both mentally and physically, and you take grim comfort in thinking You'll get yours, bitch when she caps one string of abuse by rolling her eyes at you and Jessica and loudly remarking, "Twins creep me out."
You both have had your fill of her, so you skip lunch with the usual bunch and eat outside with Kelsey Blankenship, Brooke Galloway, and Anthony Kirk. Geoff Mansfield and your "ex-", Lisa Yarborough, soon join. You can't help watching the latter two, of course. You've not paid much attention to them in recent days, what with your new project and all, but it's pretty clear from the touching and flirting that, if they are not a bona fide couple yet, they might as well be. Caleb notices you paying attention to them, and when lunch breaks up he nudges you. "We could add them to the list. One or the other. Or both."
"Let's not make it personal," you say, suppressing a shudder.
* * * * *
The cheerleaders don't make it a point of always watching the boys' practice sessions; in fact, there seems a tacit understanding that the best way to "manage" the boys is by making only rare appearances during their workouts. But the day's plans require one. You and Cindy Vredenburg--who is dating Seth Javits--have the bleachers to yourself in splendid isolation, she to cheer and whistle while you watch more quietly. When it is over, you both go down to catch Seth and Jeremy, who are buddies off the court, before they can disappear into the changing rooms. Seth and Cindy are naturally affectionate; you and Jeremy more coolly polite to each other. Cindy winds up smoothing the way for you when she suggests the four of you get together in the evening; you tweak the plan to your advantage by asking Jeremy to pick you up.
He's cleaned up nicely--pressed Levis and a white button-down shirt--when he rings your doorbell later that evening, though he becomes more awkward and nervous when you pull him inside. "Just five minutes with my dad," you mutter to him, "and then I'll rescue you." He has a ghastly look on his face as you scamper upstairs.
"You got that stuff ready?" you ask Caleb.
He nods from the window seat, where he's blowing dry the inside of the mask. "Is Marc around?"
"I think he's out in the garage."
"I just don't want our dear brother fucking things up." He lights the mask, which burns for only a few moments. "Okay, send him up."
Not right away, though. You put on some more eye shadow, then call to him from the landing. "Not so bad?" you ask him when he comes up. He shrugs. "Well, I got a surprise for you up here." He looks at you curiously as you push him along the hall. Caleb is standing on the bed as he walks into the bedroom, and Jeremy barely has time to see the mask before it's on his face.
* * * * *
"That was fun," you say as Jeremy walks you back up to your door after the double date. He just grunts. "What's wrong? You were quiet the whole time."
"Just preoccupied."
"Well, we want you acting normal. Don't make me bring Caleb down to give you orders or anything." He sighs through his nose. "You wanna give me a kiss, make it look good?"
"Sure." He gives you a quick peck on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."
Caleb steps out the front door as soon as he's gone. "Is he gonna be a problem?"
"I can't tell," you admit. "I don't know what's going on with him. Even before we captured him, he would get weird when he and Eva got close together."
"Well, as long as he performs tomorrow. You decide yet on your preferences?"
That afternoon you and Caleb had decided to split the school by gender, with one of you concentrating on boys (with a smattering of girls) while the other would make a web of girls (with a smattering of boys). He'd professed no strong preference and said he'd take whichever set you didn't pick.''  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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