Seated in the middle of the sofa, Thom opened his bag to show everyone the masks. Dominic raised one of his blocky eyebrows at the peculiar objects. He grabbed Thom's mask and caressed its cheeks - pockmarked with signs of teenage acne. Said mask felt warm to the touch. It was alive, but it shouldn't be - he thought.
"What are these?" asked Dominic.
Thom felt queasy telling him the incredible abilities of the masks. There's no way he could sugarcoat it in a way they could take it for it is.
"It's better if I show you instead," said Thom. He snatched the mask from Dominic's fingers and laid it on Ryan's face. Thom chose him because he's the least temperamental one in the group. The mask that was once static conformed to Ryan's shocked face. Ryan's and the mask's skin tone was different, so the watchers knew which is which. That changed when fleshy tendrils spewed from the edges of the mask and crawled outwards. The threads of flesh thinned and meshed together until they could not see Ryan's skin. At the end of it, the three saw the grand change in what happened to Ryan. He's a replica of Thom - except for the fact that he's naked.
"What the hell happened?" said Hugh, who broke the silence. "Ryan, are you okay?"
Ryan gave him the slightest nod. As his long-time friends, it meant a lot. One of which is that he's okay.
With that said and done, Thom assumed the rest already knew what the mask could do. He crawled near Ryan and looked for the edge of the mask in his face. But he could not feel it. It should be behind the mole in his chin, but it's gone. Thom asked Ryan to look for an uneven surface to where he is pointing. Sure enough, Ryan signaled that he could feel it.
So, it seems that the wearer only feels the mask. Ryan lifted the mask from his face, and they saw the tendrils of flesh retreat to the edges of the mask.
As for the original mask, Thom didn't want the others to harm themselves - so he explained what happened in-detail on what happened when he wore the mask. He recalled losing his consciousness and finding a copy of his face on top of the original mask.
"For sanity's sake, I will call this mask as the original," said Thom, who pointed at the mask with blank fleshy features. "Any masks produced henceforth,"
"Henceforth? That's a big word for you," Dominic chided.
"Are you going to let me finish?" Dominic shut his mouth and let Thom continue. "Any masks produced henceforth are called Façade." Thom knows he's not good with names, but he thinks this one is good. "This is my façade, and it let its wearer transform into me."
Hugh grabbed my Façade and flipped it around, inspecting its crevices and feeling the same warmth Dominic felt.
"Dominic, do you want to wear Thom's façade?" said Hugh.
"And become a loser? Please. Do you have any other Façade in that bag of yours?" said Dominic to Thom, who returned the question with a disapproving nod. "Then we need to make more then. Give me the original,"
And so, the creation of masks between bandmates and Hugh began. Whatever this is, it's a good friendship exercise, thought Dominic. It will build a more profound camaraderie more than their childish banter. As for Thom, he gathered more information about the mask.
When Dominic wore the original, Thom took the time he was unconscious. It was exactly thirty seconds. They could also wear the mask repeatedly, with no rests in between, to procure copies of the Façade. They made four for each individual, so they had one copy of the other member's façade - including their own.
Upon waking up from Dominic's last run with the Original mask, he awoke to three naked idiots wearing his face and body. One was silent as rock, looking at Dominic with his dull inquisitive eyes. The person in the middle was rubbing his long dick and big balls. Dom saw Thom's dick when Ryan transformed - and he pitied the poor guy. It's no wonder why Thom's enjoying his new engorged package. The last one on the right is blabbering how excited he is with his new body. Everything is cold. It must be because Dominic is sensitive to it.
"No, you idiot," thought Dominic. "You're cold because you're naked."
Except for Ryan, he slapped them in the face and pulled their dicks. He told them to stop fooling around, and it's Ryan's turn to wear the original mask.
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The day ended with them going to their respective houses, their bags filled with their friends’ faces - ready to turn them into a replica. What did Thom do next?