Lakehouse Weekend

by J. R. Anthony

Chapter 2

A Day In The Life

 

Sitting in a circle in the living room, the curtains drawn and the music low, Holly began "Truth Or Dare" by asking Katie, who answered "Truth". Holly's face took on a wicked smile, so unlike her.

"Have you ever let a boy see you naked?" she asked.

"Does topless count?" Katie replied.

"Yes." Holly pressed. 'Veronica' and I were a bit nervous that she suspected something. "Your turn, Emilee."

"Okay. Veronica, truth or dare?" she asked, turning to Jordan/Veronica, who looked a bit worried.

"Umm,.....truth." (s)he answered.

"Of all the boyfriends you've had, have you let any of them go to third base?" she asked. 'Veronica' looked lost for words. Trying not to sound like a total slut, but still trying to maintain her character, she paused and searched.

"Almost, but my parents knocked on the door before I took my panties off." (s)he answered slowly.

"Sure." Holly answered sarcastically.

 

As the game progressed it got a bit boring, as everyone was running out of ideas. Finally, Holly called quits, and we all went outside to chat by the bonfire. Roasting hot dogs using twigs from trees, we cooked our own dinner and ate slowly. The moon shone brightly, casting long shadows in the grass, and sending a white sparkle through the deep waters of the lake. I felt accepted for a moment. Like I could just be myself and nobody would care....well, not really myself, but the self of the person I looked like. In fact, I hadn't been myself all day.

 

* * *

As the fire died away, people slowly drifted off to bed. Holly and Emilee were the last 2 people left sitting around the bonfire. Closing and locking the door to 'Sarah's' and mine bedroom, I collapsed into bed. (S)he closed the blinds and walked over to me, pulling her top off as (s)he did.

"Not yet." 'Sarah' hissed, taking out her voice cap. I watched as (s)he stripped off the rest of her clothes, fumbling with the bra a bit. As her panties hit the floor (s)he peeled away her 'face', laying it on the bed and walking over to the suitcase I had complained about carrying. (S)he removed stone replicas of Dylan's and mine's upper body, pulling the Sarah mask over the plain, white face of 'Dylan'.

I watched curiously as (s)he used the solvent on her 'breasts', which slowly slid off her chest, landing with a flump on the bed. (S)he picked them up and placed them on the statue's chest. (S)he then bent at the waist and began rolling the sides of her false vagina down, finally stepping out of it and placing it beside the statue, which he placed horizontally on the desk in the corner.

"Hurry up! You have to take that off before you sleep, or you'll be dehydrated by morning." he told me. As I removed my girl parts, he placed them on the statue of my upper body.

"So, what time should we wake up to 'get ready'?" I asked, my voice changing from Veronica's sexy murmur into my low, scratchy voice. I placed my voice cap by my statue and pulled on a pair of boxers, sighing as the soft material caressed my groin. It felt good not to be restrained by a latex pussy.

"6:30, on the dot." he said, pulling the covers over himself. I slowly drifted into sleep, glad I had followed through with Dylan's plan.

 

* * * * *

The alarm buzzed through my brain, slowly waking me from a dream. It had been good. I had been named the winner of the award for best costume design. I stood, and lazily flipped the off switch on the bedside clock, turning on the lights. It was now that I realized how small our room actually was.

"Wake up, Jordan." I whispered, shaking my counterpart. I knew he was a sound sleeper, but I never knew anyone who could sleep through the infamous buzzing alarm clock. He grumbled softly as he sat up.

"It's time to get dressed, 'Veronica'." I chirped, handing him the statue of himself, covered with latex female parts.

I grabbed my own statue, and stripped out of my t-shirt and boxers. Powdering myself, I stepped into my latex vagina, and tucked my member away before pulling the rubber panty up to my waist. Fixating the breastforms to my chest with the surgical glue, I reached for my 'face', rolling it up, and slowly working it down into place. Finally, I clipped my voice cap to my back teeth and took out my female wardrobe. 'Veronica' was still working on her mask, fixing the wig of hair attached.

We dressed casually (I had to help Jordan with his bra again), and headed downstairs to be greeted by Holly and Katie. Both were sipping orange juice with a small plate of eggs and toast before them.

"Did you have a good sleep, ladies?" Katie asked, dipping a slice of toast into the yolk of her egg.

""Mmmm,....I slept like a log." I replied softly, pouring myself some juice.

 

As we had the first day, after breakfast and a light chat, we changed into our swimsuits and lounged about the pool. Just as we got comfortable, none other than Michelle Hare walked around the corner of the house. It was then that I knew we were in trouble. Jordan could barely speak to her as a boy, there was no way he'd be able to speak to her as a girl. If that happened, we'd be found out for sure.

"'Veronica', can I see you for a sec?" I asked, beckoning her over to the edge of the deck by the sliding glass door. "You've got to get over your speechless state around Michelle, or it'll spell the end for us." I told her quietly.

"I can't help it. You know how much I like her, I get all tongue tied." (s)he replied. I had to admit, even I had considered asking Michelle out. That busty blonde girl had smitten almost every guy in the 11th grade. Just then, Michelle walked over.

"Love the suit, V'ron. It shows off those fabulous hips of yours." she told 'Veronica', who blushed and quivered a bit as a reply.

"Did you bring yours?" I asked her, trying to take the heat off of Jordan/Veronica.

"Of course I did! Although, I was contemplating on skinny dipping in the lake tonight." she answered. 'Veronica' looked like she might faint.

 

* * *

I took 'Sarah' by the arm, and led her inside to the bathroom. Sitting down on the tub, I sighed and looked at her. We had to figure something out, and fast. If not, we'd be found out.

"First off, let's cool down." I said, reaching under my chin, looking for the seam of the mask. I found it and pulled backward, watching in the mirror as Veronica's face peeled away from mine. (S)he did the same, using a tissue from her purse to wipe the sweat from her brow.

"So, what are we going to do about this?" (s)he asked.

"I dunno, but I do know that we've got to do something. Maybe if I can get used to talking to her as a boy, I wouldn't be so tense..." I replied slowly.

"Great idea! You take off your stuff, I'll tell the girls that Mike dropped by and you went with him to town, and in the meantime, you learn how to talk calmly around Michelle." he exclaimed. As I began the transformation back to myself, I looked in the mirror. It was weird to see the change happening in reverse. Scary, actually.

I waited a good half hour until I appeared at the pool. Michelle had rolled up her tight jeans and was soaking her feet, with the crimson toenails, in the cool water. I walked up slowly and sat down across from her, by Holly.

"How are you girls on this fine day?" I asked.

"Did I not say this was girls only on my MSN?" Holly questioned, raising her sunglasses to her forehead.

"No, all you said was 'Lakehouse wit da girlz this weekend.'" I replied. "So, Michelle, how've y-you been this s-s-summer?" I stuttered out, getting more frustrated by the syllable. I could tell it was obvious I was nervous.

"Fine. How was yours?" Michelle returned coolly. I took a sip of lemonade and spoke through it as I answered.

"Great, couldn't have been better. I-uh....., I....." I stopped. I couldn't think of anything.

"Come here, Jordan." she said, giving a 'come hither' nod of her head. I slowly stumbled over and sat down awkwardly beside her.

"I know you like me," she whispered," and as luck would have it, I think of you fondly as well."

"R-r-really, I-I, t-t-that's, u-uh......" I stammered.

"You don't have to be so jittery," Michelle excalimed, placing a hand on my shoulder, "you know the truth now, you can get along without shivering."

"Well, I....I was just-"

"Don't you have to be somewhere?" 'Sarah' cut in, giving me an intense look.

"Right! I've got to go,....uh,....put up some shelves in the dining room. The old ones fell off and,....so, uh...." I tried, thinking on my feet. I finally turned and walked around to the front, letting myself in through the hallway so that they couldn't see me from the deck.

Making my way to my bedroom, I closed the blinds, and was about to close the door when I heard Michelle and Holly coming down the hall. I ditched the statues under the beds, and hid myself in the pull apart closet.

"You can stay in here with Sarah and V'ron." Holly told her. "I'm sure they won't mind. Just put your suitcase by the spare bed over there and you can move your clothes to the closet or whatever later."

"Okay, then. Thanks for letting me crash here." Michelle said. I could see the shadow of her suitcase as it was dropped beside her bed, and listened intently as her footsteps died away. Pulling out the staute of myself, with Veronica's face and assets in place, I returned to being a girl, brushing the wig on the mask and clicking the voice cap to my teeth. If we had to do another cycle like the previous day, we'd be in big trouble. Dylan wasn't going to be happy.

I puller her aside and gave her a serious, worried look. My anxieties around Michelle had been re-established, but for different reasons. Dylan/Sarah was completely oblivious as I told her what had happened in our bedroom.

 

* * *

"Michelle is bunking with us tonight. We've got to find a way to keep ourselves from getting dehydrated, and still be 'girls' during." (s)he explained, stressing the importance of our appearance as Veronica and Sarah.

"I dunno what we're going to do. I've got absolutely no idea." I groaned. "We can't just ask her to sleep somewhere else. Sh'ed suspect something was wrong, and we'd be discovered quicker than a rat eating the cheese from a mousetrap."

"The only way we can do this is if we tell her our secret, but swear her to keep it from the others." 'Veronica' decided.

"Do we have a choice? It's not like we have a lot of options." I said.

 

Night quickly spread over the lush, green landscape of Puerkastone. 'Veronica' and I paced the room, and Michelle walked in. I walked to the door, closing and locking it. I looked worried, and bit my lip as I thought of what I should say.

"Michelle, there's something you should know." I began. "I don't know if you're going to believe me,...us, but it's all true. We're not Veronica and Sarah." I reached under my chin and stretched the seam out until the mask gave. I pulled my 'face' off and took out my voice cap.

"Holy Shi-" 'Veronica' rushed over to cover Michelle's mouth. We didn't need the others to know. Jordan took off her mask too, pulling out the statues of our upper bodies.

"Now that you know that we're not Veronica and Sarah,...or even girls for that matter, I need you to keep this to yourself. Don't say anything." I pressed, walking towards her. She stared at me with a weird look on her face. I guess seeing a girl's body with a boy's face and head isn't what you'd call normal.

"Why did you do this in the first place?" Michelle asked.

"I'm not sure. I just remember thinking this was a great idea." I answered slowly. "Anyways, we've got to get out of this stuff before we sleep or we'll be dry as the Sahara by sun up."

 

Both me and 'Veronica' stripped out of our clothes as Michelle watched in awe.

"Damn! Where did you get that stuff? I'd have never thought twice if you hadn't told me." she asked as I removed my bra.

"I made plaster molds of V'ron and Sarah. all I had to do then was make mold of us and add some latex in between. It's a little trick I learned from the local theatre. You'd be surprised how many girls on-stage aren't really girls at all..." I trailed off, using the solvent on my 'breasts'. 'Veronica' was already peeling away her latex vagina. We pulled on a pair of boxers and watched as Michelle stood.

"You don't mind do you?" she asked.

"Mind what?" I asked.

"Untying my halter top." she replied, as if we were supposed to know that. I didn't realise until she turned around that she wasn't wearing a bra, and blushed as her breasts became visible. She pulled out a semi-transparent nightie, and lay down, pulling the covers tight around her. This was the first time I had been myself in a day and a half. Not being held back by staying in character.

  

  

  

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