Jenna tries to collect herself and decide on what to do next. The logical thing is to call the police, or at least her mother. But as far as the brunette is concerned, logic flew out the window the during a magical battle at her aunt’s pool.
No, Jenna decides that she has to follow her gut. And her gut is telling her that something is up with this mask. Well, there is only one thing to do with a mask and so Jenna takes the mask of her aunt and sits down on the sun lounger.
She gulps audibly and raises the mask to her head. Stretching the rubbery opening she pulls it on. It doesn’t slide on easily at all, what with the rubber sticking to her hair. For a second she considers stopping and taking it off, but she is more than halfway done and a few tugs convince her that reversing would be just as painful. And so she continues. Pulling and stretching the mask helps in its slow descent and finally she manages to slid the neck passed her own.
Now she only needs to align the mask and she is done. Already, her face feels sweaty and the odor of warm rubber isn’t pleasant either. How one is supposed to keep the mask on for longer than a few minutes escapes Jenna. A bit more tugging and pulling and soon she can see out of the empty eye holes and breath through the nose, important what with the mouth being unable to open.
And in that moment, Jenna can feel the edges of the mask starting to press onto her face. Afraid, she starts to claw at her neck to get it off again. And with every second that she can’t find the edge, her panic grows. She jumps up and runs through the open door at the porch and to a mirror inside. From what she can tell the house had barely changed, but she isn’t exactly in a mood to check.
She switches a light on and pulls her top off to better see. But even with a mirror she can’t find the edge of the mask, and now even the hair starts to get in the way. As she brushes the hair away from her neck, she notices that it no longer feels fake and weird, but smooth and flexible. In fact, it starts looking like aunt Rachel’s actual hair. This realization slows her down enough to notice how her eyes are no longer brown, but a very familiar piercing blue.
With every moment her face looks more like that of her aunt and as her eyes wander lower, she realizes that this is true for her entire body. Her breast are now those perfect spherical D-cups that seem to defy gravity and her waist seems to grow more taut, while her shoulders broaden just a bit.
Wanting to see everything, Jenna strips the last of her clothes off and notices that she grew a few inches and that her legs now look delicious enough to show off in heels. And even her nether lips look now downright cute. Not a single blemish can be found on her pale skin, contrasting beautifully with her lustrous raven hair. Even her hands look more refined and her dark green painted nails better taken care off.
During the magical battle Jenna didn’t get a good look at her aunt, but from what she can tell, she is now a perfect copy of Rachel Miller. Well, she looks just like her aunt did years ago, when Rachel was in her late twenties. It looks like time was kind to her and now to Jenna as well. Without thinking about it, Jenna smiles and the previously shut mouth follows these desires, showing off perfectly even and pearl white teeth between those full ruby red lips. A soft giggle escapes and she already knows that she sounds like her aunt, too.
And it’s more than just the body, Jenna immediately notices. While she can’t remember anything her aunt did or who her friends are, she feels at home. The additional height doesn’t bother her, it feels normal. All this calms her down.
She strikes a few poses for the mirror and notices that her body wants to be moved a certain way. Not like it forces her to, more like a suggestion. When she ignores these suggestions, she can immediately see her own slight awkwardness shine through Rachel’s divine physique, but it quickly becomes easier to blend her own desires with the body’s muscle memories.
Finally relaxed, Jenna sits down on a coach and looks around. It really looks like always. The ceiling is unnaturally high, most furniture looks great but also very tough and in terms of ornaments, there is little that can be pushed over or shattered. Her mother once derided it with the description ‘like baby-proof but for unreasonably energetic adults’.
The desire to explore the house and maybe find out what is going on here returns to Jenna. She also wonders whether she can return to her own body, although being Rachel feels a lot better than being herself. In fact, it is everything she ever dreamed off. But it’s hard to revel in it, knowing that her aunt is gone.
As the feelings to be Jenna again grow, she can feel a slight itch at her throat. She scratches at it with her green nails and can feel a hint of rubber. Jenna jumps up and runs to the mirror once more and this time there is a tiny edge, big enough to pull. Curious, she smooths it out and it’s gone once more. No amount of rubbing prying gets it to return. A slight panic and wish to be herself again returns, and with it the itch.
Jenna grins as she feels it again. She has to want to be herself again. With that she starts pulling at the seam, ready to pull the mask off again.
And just at that moment the doorbell rings.