Becki stumbled into her bedroom, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She had had one too many drinks at girls' night out, but she didn't care. She felt alive, free, and most importantly, horny.
She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes heavy-lidded but still taking in every inch of her reflection. She was a busty, curvy brunette with full lips and a mischievous glint in her eye. She reached up and cupped her breasts, moaning softly at the contact.
Her hands wandered down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. She was wearing a tight dress that hugged every inch of her, and she felt sexy as hell. She reached behind her and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. She stepped out of it, kicking it aside with a grin.
Now she was standing in front of the mirror in just her bra and underwear. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground as well. She stood there, completely naked, and admired her body. She was proud of her curves, her full breasts, and her round ass. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to go after it.
Her hand drifted down to her underwear, and she started to rub her clit through the fabric. She closed her eyes and moaned, her head falling back as she lost herself in the pleasure. She was getting more and more turned on, and she wanted more.
She slid her hand into her underwear, gasping as she felt how wet she was. She started to rub her clit in earnest, her fingers moving faster and faster. She was panting, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close.
And then, suddenly, she felt a sharp pain. She pulled her hand out of her underwear, her eyes flying open in surprise. And there, sticking out of her pussy, was an erect cock.
Becki sighed in relief and chuckled, "I guess I've had that thing tucked away for too long." She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the sight of her cock protruding through her pussy. She reached up and began to pull at the skin on her collarbone. A seam began to separate, revealing a different skin tone underneath.
She continued to pull, and her face began to stretch and contort like rubber. Her eyes sank into her head, leaving empty sockets. With one final pull, her face/head came completely off, revealing that "Becki" was not who she claimed to be.
In fact, she was Matt, a man who had crafted a perfect disguise of Becki using a silicone mask and skinsuit. He admired the life-likeness of the mask and tossed the Becki skinsuit onto the bed. He reached into his drawer and pulled out his next disguise, a busty curvy blonde named Kate, one of his ex-girlfriends.
He put on the skinsuit, feeling the familiar curves of Kate's body against his own. He put on the mask, feeling the weight of it settle on his face. He looked in the mirror, and for a moment, he saw Kate looking back at him.
He smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement run through him. He was ready to take on the world as Kate, and he was going to make her proud.
"Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight," he said, winking at himself in the mirror. He turned and walked out of the room, ready to take on the world as Kate.
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