Lakehouse Weekend

by J. R. Anthony

 

Chapter III

Not Always As They Seem

 

We woke early the next morning, feeling better as the guilt of knowledge had been lifted. Telling Michelle our secret had made us worry a bit less. Even as we chatted, lazily curling up in bed, ignoring the alarm clock as Jordan/Veronica switched it off, she seemed fine with our doings. Of course the keyword here is seemed. For those who've heard the saying, "things are not always as they seem", keywords usually spell another side of the story. As we had the previous day, we asked our piece of privacy as we turned ourselves into Veronica and Sarah, blushing slightly as we pulled our false pussies over our male parts. Michelle made looks of partial disgust as we attached our "breasts", and pulled the masks over our faces. Although, she was indeed helpful as we searched aimlessly through our girl clothes looking for good outfits.

She wasn't at all shy of changing in front of us, pulling her nightie off over her head, letting loose those fairly sized C cups of hers. I've found that nursing an erection is even more painful if it's being restrained.

"What? It's not like I have anything you've not seen before." she told us, stepping out of her blue silk panties, her shaved cunt in perfect view.

"Yeah,...but yours are real." 'Veronica' drew out.

"Real or not," Michelle retorted, pulling on a clean pair of black lace panties, "it still looks good enough to get you by."

"I guess I did do a good job on them. But still, you've got to remember we're guys underneath all this latex. We still have male reactions, and it's painful right now." I said, hearing my voice change slowly from my own to Sarah's as I clipped the voice cap to my back tooth.

 

We finished dressing and headed downstairs to find all the girls and Mike sitting around the table. It was no good. If Jordan couldn't keep his act together and stay focused on his girl self, we'd be toast.

"Well, if it isn't my beautiful pixie." he sighed, standing and walking over. "Ooh, look at that, you've gotten taller."

 

* * * * *

I was scared out of my wits when I saw Mike Forgét at our table. Everybody knew he was hot for Veronica, and that Veronica was becoming hot for him. Unfortunately I had no idea how I was going to keep my act together with someone who knew the other me,...the true Veronica. As much as I tried to ignore him during breakfast, he always made himself known with a sexist or rude comment. I actually gasped when he put his arm around me.

"What's up with you, V'ron. You didn't mind last time when I did this." he questioned.

"I'm just a bit,...erm,....oversensitive in the heat is all,....yeah, that's it." I aswered, chuckling nervously.

 

My attempts at escape were completely futile. He even followed and sat next to me in the pool. I'd swear he was trying to get a look down my bikini top. Even though it didn't really matter since I wasn't really Veronica, I was still offended. I was, in essence, a girl after all. There came a point where it became too much to be with him. He was rubbing my leg, and his hand kept getting closer and closer to my "vagina". I slapped him across the face, and stormed into the house. Marching up the staircase and sitting on my bed, I nearly ripped off the Veronica mask and sighed. Both Michelle and 'Sarah' came rushing up, Michelle closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" 'Sarah' asked, a concerned look crinkling her face as (s)he sat down on the bed.

"I dunno," I replied, searching for what to say, "I guess I just got,...scared. Scared of what might happen if I let him go too far."

"Too far? So he was trying to look down your top, that's nothing compared to what I've dealt with." Michelle cried. "Try having a guy unhook your bra through your shirt and lay you down on the bed forcefully."

"I guess that is worse than what Mike was doing at the pool,...still, you're a girl, but I'm a guy. I may look like Veronica, but I'm not." I coughed, grabbing a pillow and burying my face in it. I could hear Mike talking as well as footsteps. 'Sarah' helped me put my "face" back on, and Michelle opened the door when I gave the signal.

"What is up with you today, V'ron?" he asked, pulling a chair up to the bed and sitting down.

"I'm not sure,....I'm just,....not myself today is all." I answered, both making an excuse and telling part of the truth.

"You can say that again." I head Michelle say from the hallway.

"Well call me when you're yourself again. Until then, I'm outta here." he stated, standing and leaving the house altogether.

"What a bastard!" I mumbled under my breath. If he was only interested in me/Veronica when she was giving him some, he didn't deserve either of us.

 

I beckoned 'Sarah' over, and told her to close the door on her way in. I had to get a sort of revenge on Mike, but first I had to ask Dylan/Sarah a favor. I had an idea to leave a bad taste in Mike's mouth.

"Can you make me a latex vagina that makes it possible for me to have sex?" I asked, a serious tone creeping into my voice.

"What!? Why?" was her reaction.

"I've got an idea of how to get a little payback on Mike, and humiliate him as well." I replied. "So can you do it, or not?"

"Of course I can do it, it's just a matter of re-modeling the one you have now." (s)he said. "I've still got the mold at home, and we'll work from there. It'll be a perfect vacation from being girls."

We told Holly and the others that we'd be going into town for a while, and probably wouldn't be back until dark. Pulling up into the driveway of Dylan's house, we clambered up the stairs to his room, and removed our girl parts. He took my false vagina, and pulled it over the mold it was made from. He turned on his laptop computer and searched for a cross section of an anatomically correct pussy.

"This is gonna take a while." he told me, frowning slightly and digging out his make-up tools. "I should have it finished by dinner time, but I have to have no distractions."

"Gotcha. Call me when you're done, and I'll stop over. We'll change, and drive back to the lakehouse." I explained, turning and exiting. I figured it was best I wasn't there. He'd have more concentration without me looking over his shoulder.

 

* * * * *

After he left, I got right down to business. I figured that I would need to open up the front of the pussy panties and create a pocket big enough to allow a penis, and also be comfortable and enjoyable. Formulating a plan, I devised a sheath for Jordan's penis and balls behind where a woman's pelvic bone would be, included with a nub to prevent excitement, and placed the "vaginal canal" underneath, I sealed it with 4 layers of industrial grade latex, and took a hair dryer to it to speed up the process. Poking and prodding it a few hours later, I made sure it was dry before I called Jordan and told him it was ready.

 

I told him where to push things when he had it up to mid-thigh, and used lots of cover stick around her waist. To show her how realistic her new "pussy" was, I slid two fingers into her slit. (S)he raised her eyebrows and moaned surprisedly. I myself felt a bit weird to be fingering a replica of Veronica's cunt, knowing it was on my best friend.

"I can feel it! It's like I have a real pussy." (S)he excalimed, beaming at my handiwork.

"All to heighten the sense of realty when it comes down to,...uh,...you know..." I tralied off. "Well, we might as well get ready and head back to the lakehouse."

 

Transforming into Sarah and Veronica once more, I helped 'Veronica' pick out an especially provocative top and tight jeans that left barely anything to the imagination. We had just stepped into the lakehouse and Holly handed us the phone, saying that Mike had called for Veronica to apologize.

"Don't worry about it." she cooed into the receiver. "Say, I'm feeling a lot better, would you like to come over tonight and,...ahem,...spend some time with me?" I gave her the thumbs up. The trap was set, and the bait was out. All we had to do was reel in the lobster.

"Sure, what time should I be over?" he asked.

"8:00, we'll have dinner together and then maybe we'll,...slip off to a place where we can be alone." with that (s)he hung up and directed us upstairs. Sitting down on the bed slowly, she looked over to me.

"I'm completely terrified. What if the mask gets stuck to my face from all the sweat? Or what if he goes too hard and my 'vagina' rips?"

"Don't worry, I've made sure everything is securely in place. You have nothing to worry about,...except for the mental part that is." I said slowly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" (s)he screeched.

"Well, personally I don't know if you have it in you to know you're having sex with a boy, being a boy yourself, but disguised as a girl." I answered.

"You confuse me sometimes." Jordan/Veronica told me.

 

* * * * *

I was beginning to have second thoughts about my revenge plan. I kept thinking, I promised myself I would do this, I promised myself, but every third time I tried to tell myself that, I thought of the actuality of the situation. Dinner was mulled over with light conversation, and then I beckoned Mike over as I led him inside, up to mine and 'Sarah's' bedroom.

"So,...what are you thinking?" Mike asked, pulling off his sweatshirt. Underneath he had dog tags, nestled in between his pectoral muscles, rippling underneath a woolen muscle shirt.

"I'm thinking you should come over here." I whispered, crooking a finger as the other hand unsnapped my jeans. This was it, the moment of truth.

 

He sat beside me on the bed and pulled the denim material from my slender legs. I returned the favor, unzipping and stripping him of his jeans. As an incentive to him, I slowly (and reluctantly) stroked the length of his semi-hard member. He pulled my shirt off over my head, releasing my bra-less "breasts", which he sucked on sensually. I could barely feel anything, but arched my back and gave an "Mmmmm" of delight. I grabbed his muscle shirt and slowly lifted it off of him, running my hands through his muscles as he rubbed my fake slit through the material of my panties. As I removed his boxer shorts, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Seeing my reflection, I couldn't identify any incongruency from myself and Veronica. I was Veronica. And I was going to satisfy my man. In one swift move, I grabbed the base of his dick, and lowered my head to suck on the tip. He moaned and I released him as he got really hard.

 

With intense passion painted on my face, I let him slide my panties off. I kissed him, then lay him back and straddled him, sliding down ever-so-slowly, truly moaning this time. I slid back up, panting, and was met with an upward thrust on my way back down. It was crazy to see it as it was, but so nice when I though of myself as not Jordan masquerading as Veronica, but as another side of Veronica. I rode him like a bull until I felt his member start to throb. I grabbed his thighs and pulled our pelvises as close as possible as we orgasmed together.

 

Streatching out and rolling off of him, I sighed and curled up beside him. I giggled and lay my arm across his chest. He was smiling too as he leaned in for a kiss, which I quickly complied to.

"Oh, Mike. There's something you should know." I told him in a subtle tone. He shrugged his shoulders. I reached under my chin, found the seam, and peeled away my 'face'. "Gotcha!" I catcalled.

"No,...I got you!" Mike replied cooly. He clapped his hands, and as the lights came up I saw that the mirror was not a mirror at all, but a one-way window. On the other side, with a videocamera in hand were Holly, Katie, Emilee and Michelle. Yes, Michelle, who was sworn to secrecy of our identities.

 

Holly and company disappeared and entered the bedroom. Holly was brandishing the videocamera as if it were Excalibur, taken from the stone like a hot knife in butter. Walking up to and sitting beside me she smiled.

"Say cheese 'Veronica'. We've got some serious dirt on you and 'Sarah', or is it Dylan?" she asked sarcastically. Dylan emerged from the door, without his mask and shrugging. I was completely and utterly flabberghasted.

"When did you figure it out?" I cried.

"I've known since the game of truth or dare. Everyone knows that Veronica's gone to third base and back again." she excalimed. "But I've got to hand it to our lovely little actress Michelle." Michelle stepped out of the group and bowed.

"I knew you couldn't resist getting revenge on a jerk. I asked Mike to come over and make as big a jackass of himself as possible. Lo and behold, here you are, without your virginity."

"But if you don't do as we say, we'll take your dignity too. We got it all on tape." Katie sneered.

"This video will be broadcast on the big screen projector in the auditorium unless you follow our directions exactly." Emilee chipped in.

 

I stood and looked at the four of them. They knew all along. They god damn knew we weren't who we said we were. I walked a bit closer and then thought over their proposal. I sure as hell didn't want that tape to be broadcast to the school.

"What do you want me,...us to do?" I asked cautiously.

"You and 'Sarah' will take the place of the real Veronica and Sarah at school for a week. If nobody can tell the difference, we'll burn the tape. But if not, you'll be humiliated." Holly sniggered. I felt as if I had been sentenced to death. Either way I went it was bad.

"We'll do it." I said finally, lowering my hands in defeat. Dylan and I gathered our stuff and headed home.

 

* * * * *

After I dropped Jordan off at his house, and had shut myself up in my room, I was comforted only in knowing that I had a week and a half before I needed to be Sarah again. Using the solvent on the breastforms, I thought of how I might go about learning to be Sarah. I had the look down, as proved the latex vagina I was sliding off of my legs, and the vice was already taken care of. Sitting and pondering slowly, I looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. I'd think of something the next morning. I'd figure out a way out of this mess. Somehow, someway, I'd find a loophole.

  

  

  

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