Back home during the evening, Amy realized she still didn’t have a costume for the costume party the next day. Nothing, besides the strange mask on her desk. She watched it for a moment. It represented a woman with long blond hair whose face had a good layer of make-up. A supermodel maybe? No, the mask looked more like a cheap hooker. Amy thought she might be able to do something with it, even thought she wasn’t that comfortable with going to the party dressed like a slut. Altought, Halloween was made to disguise oneself as something you’re not after all. As a bonus, the mask would prevent her from being recognized if she wanted to be discreet.
Unfortunately for her, Amy didn’t have anything that would really fit. She usually preferred to dress modestly. She still found a blouse she could tied around her waist, leaving the abdomen uncovered. She put on a skirt, a nylon stocking and a pair of boots. She only had to hide her face behind the mask.
Facing the mirror, she took it in her hands, its texture reminded her of skin. She drew the mask closer to her face until she slipped it on. The result was already breathtaking. It perfectly matched the shapes of her face, moving with her. You’d almost think it was her own face for the mask seemed so realistic. Unfortunately, her amazement was short lived as her body seemed to overheat. Amy wanted to remove the mask but something was wrong. She touched her face, then her neck, seeking a rim that no longer existed.
Panic began to take over as her mind was invaded by images and sensations foreign to her. As she scratched and tried to tear the mask out, her body began to change and transform. Her breasts grew in size, stretching out her blouse that could no longer hold it. Her complexion darken, taking the color of the mask. As she redoubled her efforts to take the mask off her face, Amy watched in horror as her nails lengthened and took on an even brighter red color. Then, as her gaze landed on her mirror, a revelation fell on her. It was no longer a mask she scratched with despair but a face. Her face. Amy screamed, her sweet and youthfull voice became deeper, huskier. Until her screamed turned into moans as the transformation was nearing completion.
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