Manifestbound

Just a writer finding an outlet to explore scenarios from television series and movies

[manifestbound]

Please enjoy this jaw-dropping look at Ashley, Katelyn's mom, in her new form as Mistress Mask from A Masked Vacation Chapter 6! 

The transformation sequence leading up to this can be found in NomaxXN's transformation art! This piece and many others were drawn & colored by the talented NomaxXN on DeviantArt who I've been a huge fan of for over a decade. I highly recommend checking them out and giving them a watch!

No AI used to draw Mistress Mask.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Vacation: Mistress Mask, Chapter 6

What started as an innocent act of following her nose towards an odd, yet alluring, scent quickly spiraled into a complete hijacking of Ashley's senses. With the wooden mask now just inches from her face, she found herself unable to look away from the mesmerizing patterns that radiated from its cracked depths. Its ancient energy begun to leak through its solid iron ingot and travel along her arms as she felt a gentle and soft warmth wash over her; guiding her limbs to move it closer and closer towards the point of no return.

GAPOW!

Ashley suddenly experienced an overwhelming force slam against her face as the slab of wood jumped at the chance to wrap itself around a more mature adult. In fact the impact was so strong and so sudden that she lost her balance and fell backwards onto her daughter's bed; momentarily immobilizing her. As she grappled with a bewildering turn of events, the elastic fibers of the mask eagerly stretched around her jaw and adhered itself tightly to her distressed face. Given the shared facial features between her and her daughter, the mask easily molded itself to fit parts of her face while seamlessly weaving its second skin upon hers with minimal effort. Years of beauty treatments and nightly skin care routines paled in comparison to the deep exfoliation and magical peels offered by the heated rubber mask. Underneath her soon to be fresh coat of green, all Ashley could feel was the most pleasant facial she had ever felt in her entire life; as if the gods were personally rejuvenating her skin. Lower down her face, tiny tendrils snaked toward her mouth, coaxing her to open up wide and embrace the forest green varnish that delicately brushed against her once-chapped lips. Despite her futile attempts to call for help, only a silent scream escaped from the bottom of her throat.

Meanwhile, the majority of the mask's gummy ribbons wound their way over her hair, ensnaring the upper half of her blonde locks. At the very back of her head, two claw-shaped tendrils interlocked and softened into a sleek ridge, ensnaring the mother of two within their grasp. The very moment that the crease was formed, Ashley's mind suddenly went blank as her anxieties from earlier that day and all other motherly responsibilities seemingly washed away while a new, lighter, persona began to brew within her. She instinctively closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip as she succumbed to waves of intoxicating levels of mystical ambrosia that flooded every neuron and sparked every nerve in her body. This surge empowered her to manifest her deepest desires. Desires of being free, desires of being young again, and desires of taking back control of her life as time seemingly dangled it further and further from her grasp. With her last coherent thought, she reopened her eyes as a pair of green shaped hearts shot out of her eyes while howling for all to hear.

Over in the shower, her daughter was in the middle of washing her hair when she suddenly heard a sound come from the bedroom that she didn't recognize. She paused for a moment before deciding to get out and check on her brother. However, it wasn't her brother she needed to be worried about. As Katelyn wrapped a towel around herself and stepped into her room, she felt her jaw drop to the floor as she witnessed a cyclone surrounded by clouds of green smoke in the middle of her bedroom. Her eyes darted towards her open purse and felt her stomach sink as she watched yet another person succumb to the impulses of her mask.

Within the swirling haze of green, Ashley felt her face grow hotter and hotter as the mask's nose piece melted into her newly crafted nose; awakening her id from its decades long solitary confinements. The increased body heat also seemingly dissipated off any remaining traces of baby weight that she had accrued over the years as a mother; leaving her with a slim figure from her youth. While her waist shrank, her breasts and ass popped out from her body and tore away at her white turtleneck and leggings that she had on. She grabbed hold onto the edges of her bra to hold onto dear life as the rest of her body morphed and continued to shed all traces of her civilian clothes.

As a mother, Ashley had always strived to embody careful and proper conduct to set an example for her children. However, the mask, tapping into a bottled up tendencies and primal urges, seized the opportunity to present her with everything she yearned to be no matter how sick or twisted she would be. Thunderous cracks and bolts of lightning erupted from Ashley's vortex as a striking new outfit began to materialize and sculpt to fit an even sleeker profile than that of her daughter. The room resonated with the sounds of satin strands sliding together and the creak of snugly fitting leather. She was being suited up for an unimaginable night... along with an imagination that would perhaps liberate others in her wake. Atop her nearly neon head, her hair had succumbed entirely to the mask's slick tissue and prepared for the final touches before revealing her new golden mane. Every aspect of her transformation was executed with deliberate precision, ensuring she could feel every emotion and ache manifest into reality.

In a matter of moments, the mist soon dissipated and revealed a figure that was, at first, unrecognizable but was clearly not her brother.

"MOM!?" Her daughter screamed as her mind tried to take in the visceral image of the being that stood in front of her.

The soft-spoken woman, whom she had known her entire life, underwent a dramatic transformation and emerged as someone right out of the city's red-light district. The newly masked maiden stood tall in a pair of sharp stiletto boots adorned with a grid of petite spikes at the spurs. The shafts of her premium leather boots clung tightly to her strong calves and laced with vibrant red laces that ascended from her ankles to her thighs. At the top collar of her boots, a pair of rings connected to her daring ensemble, which was even more startling and revealing. A skimpy corset, crafted from the finest patent leather and latex, embraced her unimaginably slender torso. Like her footwear, numerous sharp jagged edges lined her outfit from her firm black belt to the neckline of her cups. Despite the spectacular appearance, her outfit was far too small for her goddess hourglass figure and was precariously on the verge of spilling either of her woman features. To finish the look, her crimson gloves matched the red ascent with the rest of her gear and made her look more menacing and dangerous than your typical leather-clad madam.

And of course, atop her sleek getup was the one rubbery mass that started it all; her new vibrant face. There sat a radiant layer of neon green skin that contributed to her new youthful appearance that set her apart from others around her age. The mask not only erased any lingering traces of dark spots and wrinkles but also seamlessly fused with her olive-skinned face to highlight her well-defined cheeks and a newly sculpted jawline. Her mouth was filled with a set of pearly white teeth that was juxtaposed to the rest of her green exterior. Her crystal-clear eyes held a captivating gaze, conveying both intimidation and notoriety to anyone in her path. Just above her eyes sat a pair of winged eyebrows that expressively fluttered above and was the only other follicles allowed to be present on her face. The rest of her head was head was entirely encapsulated by the mask's flesh which hid everything else from her head save for a long blonde ponytail that poked through just above the sung seam that separated who she was and what she had become.

Katelyn felt an indescribable force weigh her ankles down with invisible chains as she stood still and watched the masked woman step closer towards her next of kin.

"What...? Is there something on my face?" The masked woman asked as she turned her slightly enlarged head towards a desk mirror and gave a cheeky grin.

"Uh, mom-" Katelyn muttered before suddenly hearing a sharp stomp from the masked woman's stilettos.

"I'm not your mommy," She spited as she focused on the teen in the room. "I'm a mistress~" She continued and locked her gaze with her daughter. Katelyn couldn't help but stare back. There was a certain uncanniness to seeing her mom don the mask, sort of like seeing a reflection of herself; a more adult version of herself.

"This thing..." The masked mistress continued as she gripped her malleable cheeks with her gloved hands.

"... is amazing. Don't you think, Kit-Kat...?" The masked mistress paused mid-question and recalled the posters that her other saw earlier that day. It stirred memories of Ashley's past, something the mistress yearned to revisit tonight.

Without uttering another word, the mistress propelled herself back toward a pair of windows and flicked one open before leaping out of the hotel room and into the German summer night. Katelyn rushed toward her but could only witness a trail of green smoke zipping down the road. She pounded her palm against the wooden window frame and was at a total lost for words. The mask, now deeply embedded in her own mother, had slipped from her control twice in a row. Katelyn turned back to her room, considering grabbing a keycard and informing her father about the incident but hesitated.

"Oh sure. I'll just tell him that mom got transformed with a mask that I've kept hidden from you for over a year and now it's turned her into some sort of wild dominatrix..." she thought to herself.

"Yeah that's gonna play off well..." She sighed and lifted the edge of her towel to dry herself off as she paced around the room.

===

Ashley, or more aptly, Ashley's masked persona bolted down the streets of Berlin as carefree and liberated as her young and much more scandalous self. The wind shaped around her attire as the summer night air tunneled through the bindings on her clothes and against her bare form. Her breasts bounced uncontrollably as her long blonde hair and her ass jiggled in tune to her quick steps under the archway and past the museum island. This mature goddess felt alive and totally ready for some action tonight. While it was the middle of the night, with a clear view of the moon and stars, the green faced mistress looked around town for none other than a club, the night club that she saw being advertised earlier. Thanks to her keen eyesight, she quickly spotted the club in question a kilometer down the road and aimed a course towards it. And when she reached the club, she was met with a muscled doorman that stood in between her and what sounded like a palace full of pleasure.

The mistress looked straight into the bouncer's eyes as she pulled out a black whip from within her boot. Onlookers nearby were in awe at her outfit and her uniquely done makeup while watching the two intimating figures lock eyes. She brought her whip towards her green lips and snaked out her tongue to give the edge of her tool a little flick before pulling on either edge with her gloves. The bouncer started to tremble as she continued to look deep into his eyes; pulling on his soul and manipulating him to do as she commanded.

"... meine Herrin," he stuttered as he dropped his head towards the pavement and gave a bow.

The mistress smiled and blew him a kiss before walking towards the entrance to the club with her blonde hair swishing in the air. And as the sharp heel of her stilettos came into contact with the club's carpeted floor, she shouted to all who were around her...

"Mistress Mask in the Haus!"

===

Back at the hotel, Katelyn sat on her bed and stared into her half-empty purse; with only her sister mask inside. She tried to mentally separate her mom, Ashley, from the masked version of her, the...

"...mistress." The very word made her shiver from the sheer uncanniness that described her mom.

She pulled her legs towards her chest, attempting, for the second time, to formulate a plan to find her, bring her back to the hotel, and remove her mask. First, she needed to determine her mother's whereabouts. While she luckily saw a crowd heading towards a palace in Stockholm, Berlin was much larger, and her mom could be anywhere.

She thought for a moment and traced her recent memories to an abrupt pause when her mother had mentioned her nickname. Could there be something significant about it?

Katelyn swiftly retrieved her phone from a bedside table and opened Maps to search for anything related to "Kit Kat" in the Berlin area. To her surprise, a result appeared: a nightclub called the KitKatClub. As she delved into more details, she realized it wasn't an ordinary nightclub; it was a venue that encouraged patrons to "Do what you want but stay in communication." The idea of her admired mother being part of such an environment made her feel uneasy. But though it was a long shot, she let out a heavy sigh before getting off her bed and rummaging through her suitcase to find something "appropriate" to wear out.

===

After an Uber ride through town, Katelyn thanked her driver and emerged from the car donned in a dress that would have earned disapproval from her previously unmasked mother. As she walked to the back of the nightclub's line, her leather jacket swayed too and fro as it partially covered her black sports bra and miniskirt. She brought her hands towards her hair and wrapped it in a ponytail that playfully tapped against the back of her jacket. To complete her clubbing outfit, she had on shiny black leggings and her mom's patent leather sandals. From the reviews online, the club was notorious for being sticklers about the dress policy and she hoped that her "fit" was up to snuff.

But there she stood, in line, waiting to hear whether she was allowed to be let in. Fortunately, the line moved pretty with over half of the hopeful attendees being turned away. As she approached the front, she could discern sounds of groans and moans coming from inside. Glancing up at the windows on the top floor, she witnessed flashes of green light moving from window to window; a promising indication that she was indeed in the right place.

By the time she was at the front of the line, the bouncer looked at her and tilted his head in a funny way. Katelyn felt her palms get sweaty as he squinted his eyes and suddenly laughed and clapped his hands together.

"Du siehst aus wie eine jungere grune Herrin," he said and gave her a little bow.

"I'm sorry?" She replied.

"No worries. Go in and have fun... little mistress."

She gave him a worried smile before walking past him and into the building; navigating into the unknown with an uncontrolled mask on the loose.

====

"Mistress Mask in the Haus!"

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Vacation: Bliss in Berlin, Chapter 5

As the family settled into their airplane seats for the next leg of their trip, Katelyn's mother casted a glance at her children and felt a stir of emotions brew within her. After a restless night triggered by her daughter's late-night escapades, she felt her maternal instincts kick into overdrive. While Ashley was generally lenient about letting Katelyn stay out at night, she felt uneasy about her wandering in an unfamiliar place. And when questioned about what caused her late return, Katelyn's vague mention of a "fairy tale play" at the royal palace did not ease her nerves; feeling that she wasn't telling the whole truth. Alas, she didn't have time to grill on further as they needed to quickly prepare for their morning flight out of Sweden. But she still wanted to get down to the bottom of this and was going to interrogate her daughter later when they arrived at their next stop no matter what...

Ashley suddenly felt a hand reach over and clasped hers. She turned to see her husband smile at her.

"She's okay now. Just take it easy and I'll be the parent today," her husband proposed as he gently placed his palm atop his wife's hand.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before reclining her seat. She did need to catch up on sleep and the two-hour flight provided just enough time for a brief catnap...

===

Grand Hyatt Berlin. Berlin, Germany

After arriving at the hotel a bit earlier than their check-in time, the family left their bags with the staff who recommended some sightseeing while waiting for their rooms to become available. The concierge were quick to help arrange bike rentals for the two adults and their children. And as the family rolled their new rides out of the hotel lobby, Katelyn's dad turned to his wife and asked.

"Hon, are you sure you're up for this?"

She snapped together the last dangling strap on her bike helmet before nodding at her husband and setting off towards the nearby park; Tiergarten. Under the clear blue skies, the city buzzed with energy - the hum of bicycles and the laughter of others enjoying the open green space. Her gaze drifted to couples strolling along the sidewalk, triggering a sense of nostalgia for her pre-parenting days. Those were blissful times, filled with spontaneous adventures, late-night conversations, and the exhilarating freedom to explore each other's worlds without parental responsibilities. It was a chapter marked by romance, shared dreams, and the unbridled joy of building a life together as a couple...

Ashley briefly turned her head back and saw her kids happily riding behind her; offering reassurance to her still-frayed maternal psyche. As she looked forward, memories flooded back to when they decided to take the next step and form a family. The joy of discovering parenthood together replaced candlelit dinners with sleepless nights and baby giggles. Amidst the chaos of diapers and midnight feedings, her love deepened within the family unit, creating a bond that transformed initial euphoria into a shared journey of nurturing and growth with her children.

The family continued to bike through the park and passed by a grand pillar, the Siegessaule, that stood at the center of a large roundabout. The column was adorned with intricate sculptures and a striking golden statue with historical significance that made it a prominent landmark in the heart of the city. Later on, they journeyed to one end of the park and cycled through the Brandenburg Gate which defined the entrance to a timeless historical landmark in the middle of this urban hub. As she rode beneath the arch, Ashley felt its towering size and grandeur above her diminish her own presence in the world. When got to the other end of the plaza, she paused for a bit and watched as other tourists and locals went about their day. Ashley realized that she, too, was like them, navigating through life with a sense of duty and efficiency but often neglecting to live in the present moment. She had spent the last decade managing her work and life while time and her own life seemingly passed her by. She couldn't help but reflect back on her life up till now. It all felt so fast. It felt so surreal. It felt like she had lost a piece of herself in the past...

===

Restaurant near the Berliner Fernsehturm

Having reunited with her family and explored the museums on the "island" throughout the afternoon, they wrapped up their day with an early dinner at a nearby restaurant before heading back to their hotel for the night. The family's table was filled with all sorts of traditional German dishes ranging from an assortment of wurst to schnitzels while Ashley and her husband snuggled next to each other as they clinked their cocktails. As she took a sip of her Fizzy Peachtree drink, Ashley glanced through the window behind her daughter and noticed something peculiar.

She lowered her glass and focused in on a series of graffiti art that wrapped around the exterior of the adjacent building. Her eyes traced the twisty glyphs, guiding her to a collection of posters promoting EDM artists beneath a martini glass; unmistakably advertising for a nightclub. Memories flooded back to her undergraduate days when she was part of an infamous sorority group, frequenting clubs around the university. She recalled nights of bar-hopping with her Tri Delta sisters, getting completely immersed in the party scene and flirtatiously engaging with guys who bought them drinks. And it was one of those guys who she quickly became smitten with who was now husband...

She snapped herself out of her daydream and turned towards her husband, who had since grown some strands of gray hair, and watched as he engaged their kids.

She sighed to herself and thought, "Where has the time gone...?"

===

Grand Hyatt Berlin. Berlin, Germany

Ashley sat curled up on a futon in her hotel room while watching the night fall on the sprawling German metropolis around her. After a day of traveling and exploring, the stillness was a welcome reprieve. Having changed into a comfortable ensemble - white turtleneck shirt and navy pajama leggings - her blonde hair fell gracefully to the side of her face as she gazed out at the scattered lights below. Once the sky had totally blacked out, her blue eyes shifted toward the glass paneling, focusing on her reflection staring back at her. As she saw herself, she could distinguish fine lines around her eyes and above her chin; indicative of the ruthless march of time on her aging self. Recalling the chain of memories from earlier and her own self actualization, she recognized time wasn't on her side and she felt that she was loosing control of everything around her.

Ashley turned to her husband, who was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, and asked, "once the kids are asleep, why don't you and I go out?"

"Maybe tomorrow, hun. I'm kinda tired after all that traveling," he replied without breaking his attention from his phone.

Ashley slumped into her seat and pondered her next move. Despite her husband's weariness, she felt energized and ready to get up and move. After a minute, she rose from her chair and picked up a pair of keycards resting on the room's only desk.

"Sweetheart, where are you off to?" Her husband asked as she put on her patent black sandals.

As her handle rested atop the doorknob she replied, "going to check on the kids."

With that, she stepped into the brightly lit hallway and made her way to the elevator down the hall. Unlike their stay in Sweden, their current hotel did not provide adjoining rooms for suites and regular rooms. Nevertheless, the hotel staff arranged a room for her kids that was just two floors below them.

Upon reaching her children's floor, she used the other keycard to get herself in and was hit with a dense cloud of steam billowing from the connected bathroom, with her daughter's clothes casually strewn beside the door. She removed her shoes and entered the bedroom to see her son and daughter's luggage haphazardly thrown about. Her daughter's suitcase lay open on her bed, while her son's belongings were scattered at the foot of his twin-sized bed.

"Nothing ever changes," she muttered to herself as she strolled over to her son and gave him a big hug as he played on his handheld game console.

"How's my angel doing?" She asked as she squeezed her child.

"I'm bored, mommy. Katelyn doesn't wanna play games with me!" He complained. "Maybe dad would wanna play?"

Right after the idea hit him, he squirmed out of his mother's arms and picked up a spare keycard for his parent's room and left her mother and daughter behind. As she saw her son leave, she sighed to herself and tossed her pair of keycards in front of the room's TV. She then turned her attention to the mess that her kids had created with their stuff all scattered about. Unlike their short stay in Sweden, their Berlin visit was planned for two nights, granting her children the freedom to settle in as if it were their own space.

With one of her kids gone, she opted to stay and wait for her daughter to finish her shower so she could have a heart-to-heart with her about the night before. While she waited, she turned to her son's stuff and was about to pickup a pair of his tossed socks but suddenly froze in her tracks. She got a whiff of distinct scent coming from her daughter's side of the room and quickly pivoted to investigate. As she followed her nose, she was vaguely reminded of what her daughter's room smelled like in the mornings; albeit less pungent this time. She always wondered about that aroma since she knew her daughter took care of herself. At first, she thought it was coming from her daughter's worn clothes near the bathroom but her nose led her to her daughter's purse. She leaned in closer and unzipped her purse to reveal something unexpected. At the bottom of her daughter's purse sat a pair of wooden face masks; lifeless... yet waiting for someone's embrace.

"What a nice souvenir..." Ashley thought to herself as she picked one up and held it in her hands.

The mask had some heft to it, feeling like an authentic carved wooden piece with a metal bar at its nose. She brought the mask close to her face and sniffed around its edges; checking if the scent came from it. Alas, all she detected was a subtle hint of pine.

But out from the corner of her eye, she noticed a soothing glow coming from the other mask in her daughter's purse. Ashley delicately exchanged the masks in her hands, cradling the new mask's wooden cheeks in her palms. Once in her hand, she could definitely tell that the scent was coming from this object and leaned in to take another whiff. As she lifted it closer to her nose, the mask's green glow began to radiate through its wooden cracks and prepared itself for another night with a frustrated mature lady.

====

"What a nice souvenir..." ;)

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Vacation: Stockholm Syndrome, Chapter 4

2:00

While the princess handled her intimate affairs with the lucky seven suitors upstairs, Katelyn and her companions were guided away from the opulent palace gallery and into the subterranean dungeons where the remaining rejected suitors were held captive. With each step that led her deeper into the dim, damp chambers, Katelyn's anxiety mounted as she sensed her opportunity to reclaim the mask slipping through her fingers. She knew she had to devise a plan to return to the throne room and discreetly follow Emma, now concealed behind a mask, to her chambers.

After descending a lengthy flight of stairs, she turned around and saw the wooden doors behind her slam shut with a pair of guards with their threatening weapons. When she faced forward again, one of her masked companions extended a supple green leather whip for her to wield. The moment she made contact with the whip, the unmistakable crack of a whip resounded behind her, causing her to instinctively flinch in her tracks. Surveying her surroundings, Katelyn observed her masked peers striking the perimeter of a cell where a dozen men could be heard crying out and pleading for release. Gazing down at her weapon, she clutched it tightly against her bare chest; grappling with the impulse to follow suit.

"Is this all Emma's doing...?" Katelyn wondered as she saw rows and rows of miserable men behind bars. While she knew that the mask could manifest her inner most desires, the sheer magnitude of her influence over practically an entire gender within the city was astounding.

As she continued to explore the jail, her attention was drawn to a young teenager who appeared to be of similar age, sobbing into his hands. Katelyn approached the cell bars and inquired about his well-being. Startled, the young man quickly retreated to the back wall, apprehensive about the masked lady's intentions.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you," She whispered as she tried to reassure him while keeping her whip behind her back.

The teen blinked a few times before proceeding to slide forward.

"I was not good enough for her..." He said while gasping for air. "She asked me to come..."

"Who asked you to come?" Katelyn asked as she bent down to be at eye-level.

"The goddess in my dreams," he replied while trying to regain his composure. "She asked me to come to the royal palace tonight," he said as her tried to wipe his eyes with his sodden sleeve. "When I woke up, I rushed out of bed and wore my best clothes to see my love... in person."

"I was so excited to see her, the woman of my dreams, in real life on her throne! But..." His voice trailed as he held back the memory when he approached the princess with his offer.

Katelyn peered through her glossy mask and recognized the gentlemen that who she was talking to. She remembered his offering... and the swift rejection that soon followed. That visceral memory of that moment harkened back to the scars from her previous relationship; it still felt tender despite the passage of time months ago. Katelyn extended her hand, gently placing it on his shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort, much like the way she used to console her younger brother.

Meanwhile, the other men confined in the cell noticed her empathetic gesture and began to approach the bars, seeking to get a closer glimpse of her. It slowly dawned on them that she wasn't like the other ladies that patrolled the halls; she seemed different somehow and felt that they could trust her.

Katelyn turned her gaze towards the rest of the men in the cell and asked, "did you guys also have the same dream?" The four silently nodded.

The teenager looked up at her and pleaded, "I... I... want to go home..."

"Me too..." Katelyn turned back to him before continuing, "...but I need to get upstairs somehow."

The four men within the cell huddled together, engaging in a brief conversation before reaching a consensus to assist her in navigating her way back to the upper levels if she could free them. In response, Katelyn promptly rose from her seat and retrieved her phone from her purse, attentively listening as the group recounted the route they had taken from the throne room to the cell.

===

3:00

Katelyn wandered through the endless maze-like dungeons until she finally stumbled upon a marginally brighter hallway with another wooden door at the other end. After what felt like hours of wandering, she allowed herself a glimmer of cautious optimism, hoping she might have discovered a potential escape route. And as she pulled out her almost depleted phone from her purse and read through the notes, she read back the last line that she typed she left the five men.

Three crowns mark the door up

Katelyn raised her phone's flashlight toward the door and promptly activated it. In no time at all, the beam illuminated a metal insignia adorned with three crowns, reflecting its radiance back to her. With a renewed sense of hope, she swung open the door, unveiling a lengthy, winding staircase that led to another door, emitting light from its periphery. Without hesitation, she ascended the stairs and pushed through the door at the top which revealed a substantially brighter room that briefly overwhelmed her vision. Nevertheless, once her sight adapted, she heaved a sigh of relief and ran through the throne room and promptly ascended another flight of stairs in pursuit of the princess and her suitors.

As she gingerly placed her foot on the first stair, a sudden loud creaking door swung open, prompting her to swiftly conceal herself behind a nearby curtain to evade detection. Katelyn carefully peered an eye out from her curtain and saw something bewildering. She saw three men rushing down the stairs as if they were running for their lives. Two of them were handcuffed to a wooden chair that clattered behind them, while a third man carried what seemed to be a knotted bedsheet dangling from his left arm. However, what truly captured Katelyn's attention was the condition of their bodies - red, scraped, and entirely stripped of clothing. Her gaze lowered and was affixed upon their crimson and bruised appendages flailing as they hurled themselves down the stairs. It slowly dawned on her that these were among the seven suitors selected by the Masked Emma. Clearly something had happened to them, and their clothes, since being led to upper chambers some time earlier; but what...?

When the men were out of sight, Katelyn carefully slid out from behind and continued her ascent up as she heard a series of loud echos from above. Despite the visceral image from the three men from earlier, it didn't sound like pain or torture; but rather sounded like pleasure... from a woman. Nearing the top of the stairs, Katelyn encountered another group of men, notably older than the trio she had encountered earlier, clamoring their way out of the upper chamber. One of the men glanced upward and caught sight of Katelyn in her porcelain mask which caused him an immediate sense of alarm.

"no... no more... please!" The older gentlemen said with a horse throat before getting up off the floor and slouching against the other side of the stairs.

He was then followed by two other middle-aged gentlemen who were equally as bruised and battered and together hobbled down the stairs. Once they had vanished from her view, Katelyn abruptly heard the collective footsteps of a group of individuals approaching, and she witnessed the seven women who had been selected earlier systematically exiting the upper chamber and descending the stairs. She remained motionless as they filed past her, heading in the direction the six men had fled. Their porcelain - covered visages remained poised while the rest of their perspiring bodies left a trail of their misdeeds all over the carpeted floors. While the masked entourage continued their pursuit of the men, Katelyn surreptitiously entered the upper room, only to be met with an unholy mess.

In a room with a single long table, she could clearly see stains from all kinds of mixed juices, claw marks dug into the carpet, broken furniture and tapestries, and several human-sized indents that were imprinted along the walls. And to top it off, the room bore a palpable weight and exuded a distinct musky aroma, further confirming her suspicions that it had been the women, not the men, who had wielded unrestricted control over the unfolding events.

But Katelyn recounted seven total men, not six... where was the last one?

Just as the question crossed her mind, she heard a strained groan coming through a door from across the room. She quickly bolted across the room and carefully pushed the door open to find the person who she was looking for.

There, positioned before an opulent mirror, sat the Masked Princess with her voluminous golden hair cascading around her and her extraordinary, unclothed figure. The masked figure exuded a commanding and regal presence, causing Katelyn to experience a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. Katelyn's gaze trailed along her friend's transformed form and noticed that her friend's nails were dug deeply into her blonde hair. Katelyn then turned her body towards a fractured king-sized bed beside her, where an unconscious man lay wrapped in disheveled, stained sheets, clearly knocked unconscious.

Before Katelyn could turn her attention back to the vanity, she heard the princess speak, "You have arrived..."

She grabbed a hold of her lush green skull and continued, "...too see my plight."

Katelyn treaded carefully. While her mask had been worn by others, she was careful to keep her surrogates under control via the sister mask. But in this instance, there was no way to tell what could happen to her or her friend; especially with her first masking.

The princess took a deep breathe and continued, "I can feel... feel it loosening..."

Katelyn bit on her lip before asking, "Feel what... loosen?"

The Masked Princess gracefully turned around to reveal her full form to Katelyn. Her emerald face now emitted an eerie glow, with veins traversing her forehead, pulsating every few seconds. Katelyn observed in fascination as the princess began to manipulate her pliable skin in an effort to stretch her masked muscles. The rubbery material extended farther and farther behind her until her fingers brushed the edge of the mirror. Katelyn witnessed the rubbery flesh of the mask tug against her friend's strained face before finally releasing, causing a sizable, green mass to lunge back. The forceful recoil of her green skin prompted the princess to emit a groan, her veins vanishing and restoring her visage to its pristine, clear, masked state.

As happy as the Princess was with her brief reconstitution, her eye quickly focused in on a nearby window that exposed the sunlight peeking out through the waters edge.

"It's the summer..." The Princess sighed, "... the sun will come up any minute now."

She turned towards her wrapped up lover and continued. "And I had just found my Prince Charming..."

She shifted her hands to twirl her golden hair between her fingers while asking Katelyn, "do you think he will remember me?"

Katelyn further bit into her lip, almost drawing blood, "why wouldn't he?"

The Masked Princess paused for a second before standing up and turning back towards Katelyn.

"Because he's... only seen me like this..." She smiled and striked a pose that left Katelyn gobsmacked. A wave of new emotions wafted through the air and into Katelyn as she gawked at her friend's form; was she lusting after the princess?

"See? You like me too! If only I can be this forever..." The princess said before spreading herself atop her bed; in an even more exposed view for Katelyn.

Katelyn felt the weight of her purse on her shoulders as she juggled the thought of a permanently masked Emma. She could easily grant her friend's wish by giving the princess the sister mask and locking her friend into Wonderland; forever.

But on the other hand... deep down Katelyn also wanted to feel the mask's power for herself. The mask's power was addicting, as she could clearly see from interrogating her friend, and after going through hell and back she didn't come all this way to be some bitch's permanent second in command. She was the alpha and omega goddess and the only way to reclaim that was to don it herself.

Katelyn soon snapped out of her hesitation and sat on the edge of the bed before reaching up and grabbing the edge of her own porcelain mask.

"Don't be afraid," she calmly said as she lifted its sticky interior off of her own face. "I took my mask off; do you still remember me?"

And before she let the princess respond, she pointed towards the wrapped gentlemen and continued, "And if he really likes you, mark tonight as the start of your very own fairytale; not the end."

The princess folded her hands against her chest and stared into Katelyn's eyes before feeling the mask's powers slowly fade with the continued rising of the sun. After a minute, she propped herself vertically and pouted for a second before turning to Katelyn and resigned to her fate, "fine..."

"But... in case I don't see you again," she said before grabbing Katelyn's hands. "God eftermiddag, god kvall och god natt"

Translation: Good afternoon, good evening, and good night

And with that, the Masked Princess leaned over and planted her soft roussy-colored lips against Katelyn and began to dig her tongue into her friend's mouth. The two shared a passionate French kiss that took Katelyn by surprise. While it wasn't the first time she was kissed by a girl, this was certainly the most intense and euphoric coupling that she had ever felt; at least when she was unmasked. And just as Katelyn was about to savor the feeling, the princess leaned back and gave her peer a cheeky wink.

"Nobody said I couldn't have a prince and a princess tonight~" She giggled to herself before reaching into the crease at the back of her mask and tugging at the inset.

The princess continued to pull with more intent until she started to feel the seam open up and begin to dislodge from her beautiful face. The mask's firmly entrenched membrane continued to unfurl from her skin, releasing tendrils that cascaded through her blonde hair, gradually solidifying into a mundane wooden hue. A sparkling shimmer of light enveloped the soon-to-be commoner, facilitating her transformation from her regal form back to the teenager Katelyn had encountered hours ago. And in no time flat, the mask came off with a thundering boom and left Emma knocked out on the bed with the wooden facade cradled in her hands.

Katelyn watched her friend's tired body flop onto the bed and awaken the wrapped man on the other side of the bed. The gentlemen rubbed his eyes and froze as he saw two naked girls in a bedroom in the royal palace.

"Can you take us home?" Katelyn asked as she began to look for any clothes.

The curly haired gentlemen nodded back and looked at blonde girl that laid beside him. His eyes trailed along her body and stopped when he saw the wooden mask in her hands.

Katelyn looked back over at the bed and quickly marched back towards the bed and swiftly snatch the mask from her friend's grasp and went straight into her purse.

"No time, let's go!" She scoffed at him which prompted him to join Katelyn in finding some clothes before getting back to Katelyn's hotel.

===

4:00

Katelyn crept back into her hotel room and carefully closed the door behind her. After Liam, Emma's apparent lover, helped carry her back to Katelyn's hotel, he notified the staff to call Emma a taxi back home... not before writing down her name to reach out to her later.

As for Katelyn, she finally got her mask back all safe and secure inside her purse. After such a long night, she was way too tired to even want to mask up. Moreover, the sun had already risen, indicating she'd have to retreat to her hotel room, where her brother was also staying. Since she didn't want to risk waking him for her antics she opted to collapse on her separate bed and fall fast asleep. In a few hours, her family would continue their trek through Europe and she would get another chance to be with her reunited mask... or will she?

====

"If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew" - Pocahontas

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Vacation: Royal Masquerade, Chapter 3

The iron doors to the rear entrance carefully swung open as the masked princess entered into the inner courtyard of the palace. During the day, this plaza would be bustling with tourists, dignitaries, and other esteemed individuals. But under the veil of night, it stood empty and devoid of life except for a few lanterns casting their amber glow. The princess breathed in the cool nordic air through her emerald nostrils and began to set foot on the deserted expanse. Guided by the memories of the girl beneath the mask, she had already charted the course to embark upon her royal ascendance.

However, she soon stopped in her tracks as a dozen royal guards surged forth from every entrance while directing their weapons at her. She paused as the guardsmen in their blue uniforms, metal helmets adorned with a sharp needle-like point, and weapon that consisted of a blade and rifle blocked her advances. There was a pregnant pause as the two sides stood across from one another until a gentle breeze wafted through the square; causing the princess's dress to sway delicately above the cobblestone pavement. The guards, particularly the younger ones, found themselves momentarily entranced by the blonde beauty and began to lower their weapons. Until suddenly a cascade of spotlights beamed down upon her and a triumphant fanfare filled the air, resonating with regal splendor and commanding attention to the new royalty that stood before the guards. The melody, foreign yet faintly familiar to the guards, held a profound significance for the princess, evoking fleeting memories of the very composition that had initially beckoned her to don her new striking complexion.

The guards exchanged glances amongst themselves and quickly drew their attention to a cavalcade of shadows converging towards them. They weren't expecting backup this late at night and was certainly surprised to see suits of armor filing into the square from every entrance. The head guard soon realized that the oncoming reinforcements weren't wearing their modern blue uniforms but rather they were suits of armor that were devoid of a person wearing them. He experienced a trembling sensation in his legs as he grew uneasy with fear. In a fit of uncertainty of the situation, he adjusted his aim and fired a shot at one of the vacant suits of armor, resulting only in a ricochet that fractured a neighboring window. Another guard, who was also overcome with panic, directed his weapon at the princess and fired at point-blank range.

Without even a slight amount of hesitation, the masked princess caught the bullet in mid-air with her thumb and index finger and effortlessly crushed it into dust within her palm. Rather than retaliating with physical force herself, she gave the young guardsman an intense glare while her armored troops raised their weapons and completed their encirclement; leaving the guardsmen with no escape. The princess took another step forward and leaned into the faces of the huddled guards and asked a simple question in her native tongue.

"Nu maste du fraga sjalv en fraga, kanner jag mig lycklig? Val... gor du... punkare?"

Translation: "Now, you have to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well... do ya... punks?"

Her voice was infused with a sultry cadence while carrying a commanding tone that swiftly transformed the once headstrong guards into docile figures who genuinely feared for their lives.

From outside the castle walls, a call of trumpets blared into the air followed by a series of screams and tearing of clothes.

===

Katelyn leaned wearily against a wall while catching her breath after running through the chilly streets in search of her friend and her mask. While Katelyn had a vague idea on how to temper and sometimes control her alter ego, she honestly had no idea how her friend would behave under its influence; especially on the first wear. Katelyn pulled out her phone and checked for any messages from her friend, but didn't see anything come in. She really wished her phone had some sort of "Find My Mask" app to help her track it down or maybe play some sound to help locate it.

Suddenly, she heard an attention-grabbing fanfare cut through the silence of the night. She lifted her head and noticed a stream of men dressed in formal attire hurrying down a side street towards the source of the sound. She pushed herself off the wall and followed along until she found herself in front of a palace with a long red carpet at its entrance. Katelyn looked up above the royal palace and saw rows of projectors and lights decorate the skies with a vivid rainbow of colors followed by a scattering of green twinkles. She had a sneaking suspicion that the spectacle wasn't just a coincidence and figured it might be a hint that she was closer to finding what she was looking for. Back down on the ground, she noticed that among the overwhelming convoy of men, there was a smaller percentage of pretty ladies wearing trench coats and heels entering the complex. Katelyn, who was definitely not dressed for the occasion, quickly noticed a pair of blondes in patent leather heels approaching and deftly maneuvered to slip between them with her head down; using their cover to surreptitiously enter.

Once within the premises, Katelyn felt something fall on top of her and quickly slid away from the pair of blondes to witness something that left her petrified. She watched as each woman in the hall simultaneously shed their coats to the ground and sauntered around nearly nude out in the open. There were a variety of nordic beauties with all sorts of body types, from petite to olympian, featuring breasts and butts that ranged between modest petite to clearly bulging through what little article of clothing they had left.

She snapped herself out of her stupor and looked towards the end of the hall and saw two lines form; one for the still-dressed men and another for women who were equally as glamorous and scandalous as the lady in front of them. Each line had an attendant, in torn officer clothing, distributing distinct party masks to each person. The men received masks that were white and devoid of expression, while the women were given ornately decorated masks with feathers and gemstone embellishments.

Katelyn was determined to find out more and looked around before backing herself into a dim corner to think. While hesitated on being naked in public, she couldn't think of a better way to blend in without following along with the other ladies. She sheepishly lifted her top and bra off while sliding her leggings onto the floor. After all was said and done, Katelyn was as partially nude as the rest of the woman in the hall but she lacked one more thing to blend in; fancy shoes. She looked around and saw a display case that housed a collection of glittering open toe pumps in an assortment of sizes. Katelyn carefully lifted the top off and found a pair of heels that sorta fit her and sought to borrow them for the night. When she slid one on, she was genuinely surprised by how comfortable they were and slipped on the other to complete her gala "outfit". As she turned around and joined the other ladies, she felt a gust of cool Swedish air nip at the tips of her bust; causing goosebumps to dance across her skin. She sighed to herself and pondered the lengths she had to go through to get back one plank of wood. When she got to the front of the line, the attendant handed her smiling mask with gold paint around its eyes and feathers surrounding the edges. She nodded to the attendant and entered through a dark hallway until she ended up in the palace's ballroom.

The chamber boasted towering granite columns, an expansive velvet red carpet, and a congregation of two dozen ladies forming a circle, each holding a beautifully adorned mask. As Katelyn ventured a few steps into the room, she abruptly halted, startled by the resounding sound from the bell chiming overhead. Her gaze shifted upward toward the source of the sound, then returned to the sight of every woman raising their mask to their face, deftly adorning their ornate disguises. One by one, each maiden felt their porcelain mask latch itself onto their faces while letting out groans and moans. And while their masks didn't come to life and melt onto their faces like the Mask of Loki, by the end of their brief struggle their masks had firmly adhered to their hosts with no discernible seam to release them and with no straps to anchor to their faces.

Katelyn, with her porcelain mask still in hand, found her fingers tightening around its edges as an irresistible urge compelled her to don it. It was not the mask itself that enticed her, but an external force beyond her comprehension that seemed to guide her. Gazing down, she slowly drew it closer to her face until it jerked towards her and sucked down upon her cheeks. Unlike the cascading tendrils of her Loki mask, that would devour her whole skull, this mask maintained its rigid form and covered only the front of her face. Katelyn bent down as she felt the mask apply a great amount of pressure to her already blush face. After a few seconds, she felt a pleasant warm sensation flow through her body that not only protected her from the chilly midnight air but also any shame from being nude in public.

While she was still fully aware and conscious, her body began to move on its own accord and led her out from the shadows to join her sisters in waiting. Twenty-three women, with their hair ranging from blonde to brunette, stood prepared for the upcoming ceremony. A new attendant signaled for the ladies to follow him up a winding staircase and into a chamber dominated by a solitary throne adorned with emeralds and other jewels. While the dozen ladies sat on a long bench to the side, the rest in attendance were dedicated to the hundreds of men that each wore an expressionless white mask. Once everyone found their seats, a side door swung open, unveiling the master of ceremonies who would orchestrate the festivities.

She watched as the green-faced princess strode confidently toward the single throne in the middle of the room. Her dazzling gown shimmering beneath the chandelier's radiant glow. Katelyn, completely absorbed by her masked friend, attempted to fathom the profound impact the mask had on her. Emma now resembled a princess lifted from the pages of a fairytale; her teenage identity seamlessly transformed into the physical manifestation of power and beauty. This sight left Katelyn feeling both flustered and slightly envious, observing someone else harness the power of her mask. Now that she knew where her mask was, the only problem left was... how would she get it off her?

Once the masked princess took her seat upon her throne, she turned to the head attendant and nodded her approval. The attendant stiffly walked towards the bottom of the elevated stage and proclaimed.

"In accordance with Her Royal Highness's wishes, you have all been summoned to partake in Her Majesty's court of judgment. Gentlemen, I beseech you to make a reverent bow!"

Katelyn saw a procession of men, one by one, stand and gave the princess a respectful bow. A satisfied smile graced the princess's roussy-colored lips as she casually crossed one leg over the other; allowing her iridescent right pump to slip off her toes and tumble to the floor beside her chair. This impromptu act revealed her flawlessly pedicured toes, putting them on full display for all to admire.

"This evening, Her Royal Highness the Princess has graciously expressed her desire to encounter a suitor worthy of her esteemed station, a true Prince Charming. Each gentleman is cordially invited to present to her majesty their most stylish ladies footwear for her consideration..."

As if on cue, each gentleman reached underneath their seats and pulled out a cushioned pillow that sat a unique type of shoe ranging from expensive heels to gladiator sandals.

"If it pleases her, you will be led by a member of her royal ensemble," he gestured towards the 23 women wearing their decorated masks, "for final deliberations in the Princess' chambers."

"However," the attendant continued, "if you do not, to the dungeon you go!"

A door beside Katelyn violently swung open with an attendant standing guard to the entrance of the palace dungeons. The room sat in silence as the threat of persecution echoed in the room. The Masked Princess turned her head towards the head attendant and gave another nod.

"Let the judging begin!"

As each gentleman stepped forward to present their wares, the Masked Princess adhered to a set of criteria. Being a woman of class, she sought not only an attractive and handsome suitor but also one who would treat her with respect and elevate her social standing. Some men offered opulent footwear, only to be dismissed due to their demeanor or appearance. Others, possessing hearts of gold, found their offerings and appearances inadequate. It was a chore, yet the princess possessed a clear vision of her ideal partner. And whenever she was indecisive, the Princess closed her eyes and relied on her vibrant mask to make the final judgement either with a cold chill that made her shake with disapproval or a pleasant sensation that pulsed through her core towards her moist inner sanctum. The mask knew who was naughty or nice; it knew who deserved her and who to punish.

Out of the numerous suitors who paraded before her, only a select few advanced to the next stage. Those who left disheartened and frustrated were escorted to the dungeons; never to be heard from again. Katelyn counted seven men who advanced to the next round, and by 1 AM, the queue had dwindled to a solitary contender. And upon rejecting the final suitor's bid, the Masked Princess elegantly slid her heel back on and gracefully made her way toward a door leading to her private chambers. The remaining sixteen masked women, including Katelyn, exited the throne room and returned to the grand hall from whence they came. As Katelyn followed her sisters out of the throne room, she wondered.

What was going to happen to those who were selected?

What's going to happen to Emma?

And more importantly, how was she going to get her mask back she catches her family's flight tomorrow morning?

====

"Don't you want to go where the rainbow ends?" - Eyes Wide Shut (1999)

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

Supporters will have access to special chapters (Chapter 3.5) and progress updates on upcoming chapters and stories.

[manifestbound]

My persuasion, Can build a nation, Endless power, With my love I will devour, You’ll do anything for me~~ Introducing Princess Emma, the new possessor of the mask introduced in Chapters 2 & 3 in A Masked Vacation: Emerald Coronation.

This portrait was created using synthetic generation & edited by the talented OneMaskFitsAll.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Vacation: Emerald Coronation, Chapter 2

As the two ladies strolled along the Vasterlanggatan, the church bells above them rang out and filled the cool Nordic air with their melodic chimes. Katelyn leisurely went from storefront to storefront while window shopping through the bustling tourist area. As she wandered down the streets, she spotted several familiar American chains like 7-Eleven, Ben & Jerry's, and even TGI Fridays amidst the graffiti-marked buildings. Despite being thousands of miles away from the US, these glimpses of home offered her a sense of comfort in this unfamiliar land.

Meanwhile, Emma trailed one step behind with her head bowed towards the street while wearing a glazed expression. She was stubbornly fixated by the aura of light that seeped through her American friend's purse.

"Was it a flashlight? A glow stick? Or something else...?" She wondered to herself as she tried to list all the possible things that could glow and fit in the size of a purse.

"And why was it coloured green?" Almost immediately upon recalling the color, she felt a chill run down her spine and goosebumps sweep along her arms. It reminded her of a similar hue she had seen years ago when her family ventured north to witness the northern lights. She briefly closed her eyes as she acknowledged that the glow just didn't sit right with her...

Emma's train of thought soon derailed after accidentally bumping into Katelyn who had now stopped in front of a store and was peering inside. She quickly apologized and tailed her friend as they entered a Viking themed store called the "Handfaste". It was filled with wooden carvings, accessories, and other trinkets that were etched with stereotypical "ancient" runes.

"It is almost like I am at work again..." Emma mumbled to herself as she stepped inside.

Katelyn, on the other hand, was captivated by the store's wares not because she was that into nordic history but because of the collection of memorabilia that kinda matched the style of her own relics. Her eyes caught an array of adorned with carved art featuring animals, weapons, and an assortment of a dozen wooden and metal face masks and darted towards the wall.

She reached up towards a smiling mahogany-tinted mask and felt its smooth texture graze the tips of her fingers. Upon contact, Katelyn sensed a certain hollowness to it... not due to lack of craftsmanship, but rather a subtle absence of a commanding presence that she was used to in her mask. As she slotted her fingers into its mouth, a wicked grin spread across her face as she wondered if the store happened to carry a particular type of mask in stock... maybe more like hers. Katelyn could only imagine the sheer chaos and assortment of fun she would have with the power of multiple masks at her disposal. She could selfishly use both chaotic masks together to become a new being surpassing her "standard" goddess self.

But what would she become? She was already able to bend reality to her will... what else would she be able to do?

Katelyn glanced back over her shoulder and looked towards Emma who was standing on her tippy toes and looking though a box of trinkets sitting on a shelf. Despite having just met her new Swedish friend, she couldn't help but entertain the idea of a little experimentation. If she had more than one pair of masks, she could find a way to have Emma don a pair while leaving one chaotic one for her to wield. The result would unleash two masked goddesses upon the world, capable of partying, becoming a tag team of superheroes, or even ruling Europe for a night as lady Napoleons. Or, if she was feeling daring, they could spend some time alone together and bend more than just reality to their whims...

Just thinking about all the possibilities made her feel flustered and amassed a modest amount of tanginess down under. Alas, since she was still in public, she resigned herself to chew on her bottom lip and turned to face away from her friend. As she did so, Katelyn subconsciously readjusted the strap of her slightly lighter purse and continued down an aisle, feeling her sister mask gently scrape against the inside.

Just a few meters away from her friend, Emma found herself thoroughly impressed by the store's selection of goods. Unlike the neighboring tourist shops that sold cheap mass-produced items, this store seemed to offer genuine and locally-sourced handmade crafts. It brought back memories of the exhibits she had seen at The Royal Palace, prompting her to make a mental note to bring her friend there tomorrow. With that, she strolled down the aisle that Katelyn was in moments ago and turned to face the same wall that hung dozens of masks ranging from wooden to bronze. As she scanned the wall, one mask stood out that was a mix of both wooden and rusted metal. Upon closer inspection, its hull was a sensuous blend of textures and ridges that seemed aged by time. Its carved eyes held an arresting gaze as if they were windows to forgotten tales and untold strength. The sinuous lines of its cheeks and forehead gave rise to an enigmatic smile; a mesmerizing fusion of mystery and allure. And to top it off, traces of its paint, faded yet still spirited, embellished the mask's features and added a touch of vividness to its dignified countenance. While the mask in question wasn't as decorated or elaborate as the others on the wall, something within her knew this was particularly special. It was almost as if she could hear a presence call for her; or rather chant her name.

Emma reached her hand towards the mask, and to her surprise, felt a subtle warmth emanate from its velvety patina exterior. Her fingers traced the intricate grooves and carvings from the nose bridge down to its jaw. She grasped its chin and pulled it forward into her hands and cradled it before flipping it over to see its interior. As she turned it over, a soft glow of light through its worn cracks, enveloping her palms with a comforting warmth. She brought her hands up to eye-level, and in that moment, a muffled voice seemed to whisper in her ear.

"Princess Emma..."

She took a step back, her eyes scanning the empty aisle around her. She was alone, yet the whispers seemed to linger in the air that gradually transformed into spirited fanfare that evoked memories of royal ceremonies at the palace. Intrigued, she turned her attention back to the mask, and as if in response, the whispers grew louder, enveloping her senses. Her hands instinctively rose towards her face, drawn in by the enchanting ambiance. The crescendo of sounds intensified until her irises caught a final streak of sparkling light; the same mesmerizing hue she had seen earlier that night emanating from her friend's purse...

"Princess Emma\~"

\===

At the front of the store, Katelyn completed her purchase of a shirt for her little brother and a silver-plated necklace adorned with a dangling green rune. As she grabbed her parent's borrowed credit card from the cashier, she suddenly felt the ground beneath her tremble and the store lights shut off. She darted her head back and forth in the darkness to pinpoint the cause of the ruckus until she heard a deep crash of thunder and streaks of lightening coming from the back of the store. Katelyn recognized the tell-tale signs immediately and swiftly delved back into her purse; finding only one sister mask nestled within.

"Oh god..." Katelyn groaned as she felt a gust of wind knock her onto the floor.

\===

Though the mask beckoned with a slow allure, its bondage onto Emma seemed to occur all at once. The once harmless mask surged forward, flinging itself onto her face with a ravenous hunger for a new host. Its wooden ridges transformed into a cascade of tendrils that firmly gripped anything in its reach. It grabbed her cheeks and thoroughly kneaded itself atop her clear skin until they felt sore and raw. It mashed against her facial features and tried to fit its form over her lips, nose, and eyes. It curled through her locks until it totally engulfed her blonde hair within its embrace. And amidst these distinct movements against her head, they ultimately converged into a singular mass and securing itself upon her skull.

Beneath the magical vines, a frightened Emma desperately wanted to scream for help but found herself quickly restrained by the mask; leaving her with only the ability to gasp for air. In a last ditch attempt, she used her remaining strength to tug against her now-covered jaw and try to pull the mask away from herself. Despite her efforts, the mask held fast, refusing to yield to her will. Emma could hear the wobble of rubber ring in her now covered ears as hope seemed to slip away. She let out a final groan and released her grip, causing the mask to snap back onto her head with a hefty force and sending her entire form into a violent twister in the antique shop.

Within the eye of her storm, Emma's consciousness slipped away as the mask carried out its final act of her transformation. The powerful gusts acted like a blender, swirling and molding the wriggling fibers of the mask's exterior until her face emerged with a smooth, yet malleable, light green complexion. Every centimeter of her face, from her fluttering eyelashes to her plump lips, was now covered in the mask's neon flesh. As the winds continued to envelop her, they tore through her clothes starting from her top and working down to her modest panties; leaving her already ripped jeans in tatters. The mask sought the space it needed to manifest her ideal form and fulfilling her deepest desires. Instead of augmenting her physique to be more athletic, it instead accentuated her elegant curves, slimmed her waist, and elongated her well-defined calves and thighs to transform her into a vision of beauty, femininity, and regal grace.

\===

Back outside the vortex, Katelyn could feel the gale force winds of her friend's transformation approach closer and close until she briefly saw the unclothed form of her friend eject herself through the store's exit and zipped through the now dark streets of Stockholm towards the water front. She quickly picked herself up and jammed her paid wares into her purse before running out of the store.

"How the hell did she get my mask?" Katelyn thought to herself as she chased the trail of dust that kicked up from her now masked friend.

\===

The emerald spiral raced down the empty streets and perched itself atop a statue of a king beside the waterfront near The Royal Palace. There on the statue stood a new nordic princess that exuded an air of majesty and elegance that perfectly complemented her transformed identity.

Emma's ballet flats were now replaced with a pair of sparkling iridescent Louboutin leather pumps that graced the arches of her soles. Each step brought forth a dazzling display of colors as the shimmering surface caught the light and reflected it in a mesmerizing dance of hues. The supple leather, as smooth as silk, seemed to mold effortlessly to her feet, hugging them, in a sensuous embrace. These pumps were more than footwear, they were a work of art that left onlookers captivated and spellbound... and the woman wearing them felt like a true goddess on a pedestal of beauty and style.

Her red top and blue jeans had torn away and left her in a long white dress adorned with a mesmerizing array of glittering sequins. The exquisite fabric caressed her new form, accentuating every curve and contour with grace and elegance. Each sequin sparkled like stars in the night sky, creating a celestial dance of light with every subtle movement. With each step, the dress flowed with an air of enchantment, leaving a trail of magic and allure in its wake, as if she was a celestial being gracing the mortal world with her presence.

Up above, the teen's voluminous blonde hair cascaded like a golden waterfall, flowing in luscious waves down her back and shoulders. Each strand glowed with the sheen of spun silk, catching the light and emanating a radiant and healthy allure. Perched atop her regal head was a powerful crown with a brilliance that was mesmerizing to behold. Adorned with an array of precious gemstones, the crown caught the light in a captivating dance of colors, reflecting a kaleidoscope of brilliance. The intricate details of the crown spoke of its grandeur and craftsmanship, each carefully crafted element contributing to its imposing presence.

To top off her clean and polished look, the most striking feature of the new Emma was her freshly minted green face; a sight that could only be described as captivating and otherworldly. Her skin, flawless like porcelain, radiated with a soft, inner glow filled with the power of the gods. A delicate blush adorned her cheeks, bestowing upon her a hued blush and delicate complexion. Her eyes, like two deep pools of sapphire blue, sparkled with intelligence, wisdom, and a hint of mystery, drawing in the gaze of men and woman alike. Her lips were soft and inviting, making her smile even more enchanting. Her beauty was not just skin deep, but emanated from within, making her the definition of an enchanting goddess.

As the masked princess turned to face The Royal Palace, a little twinkle seemed to gleam from the corner of her eye. Emma had longed for an opportunity to escape her ordinary life and immerse herself in the world of the rich and famous. And with the mask now on her face, she was determined to seize the throne, using any means necessary to claim her rightful place and respect.

As she gracefully leapt off the statue and floated towards the palace's rotunda, a mischievous plan began to take shape in her mind. She envisioned hosting a lively soiree, complete with drinks, dashing knights in shining armor, and a little fun that would pleasure her like no mere mortal could withstand.

\====

It'll do magic, believe it or not. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo\~

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Vacation: Viking Village, Chapter 1

Katelyn was lulled awake by the whirl of her plane's jet engines as her family flew across the Atlantic Ocean towards the first stop on their vacation abroad. She sat herself up in her narrow aisle seat and reached down to her purse to check on her most prized possessions: two masks, one devious and another whimsical. As she became conscious, she instinctively reached into her purse and stroked the face of the devious one against her nails she felt goosebumps wash over her. Katelyn was, at first, hesitant to bring her treasures along with her but she ultimately didn't want to risk losing her beloveds by leaving them at home. Besides, she hoped to find some time away from her family to take them out for a quick spin with the locals.

As her hand continued to pet her mask, Katelyn felt someone hovering over her and turned her head to see a flight attendant standing nearby. The steward's blonde hair was wrapped in an immaculate bun with her ruby red lips parted in an expression of curiosity. Katelyn met her gaze, taking in the attendant's baby blue eyes, and saw a familiar capture of wonder and mysticism that made her attracted to her beloved masks nearly a year ago.

"Good morning," the captain's voice crackled through the cabin speakers; interrupting each person's train of thought. "Please fasten your seatbelts for our descent into Stockholm, Sweden."

Katelyn quickly zipped up her purse and kicked it under her seat before meeting her attendant's gaze once more and mouthing, "You saw nothing."

===

Stockholm, Sweden. 9:45

After securely stowing their luggage at a nearby Hilton hotel, Katelyn and her family took a leisurely stroll across a pedestrian bridge towards a nearby pier in the heart of the city. To her right stood a grand medieval palace that loomed above the cobblestone streets; capturing her attention with its towering presence. And to her left there was an endless sea that glittered from the morning sun that gently swayed the boats that dotted its surface.

"See that kids?" Katelyn's dad asked as he pointed towards a long river boat with a red flag flying high in the air.

"What's there, daddy?" Katelyn's little brother asked as he grabbed his big sister's hand.

"Boring stuff I'd suppose..." Katelyn mumbled as she started to swing her sibling's arm and got a glare from her dad.

"It's full of green grass, soft sheep, and scary warriors!" Their dad exclaimed and struck a menacing pose in front of his children. "HIYAH!!!"

Katelyn rolled her eyes at her dad's antics and continued to look out past the pier towards the clear blue vistas ahead of them.

===

Birka (Viking Village). 11:45

The Nordic boat ride had taken longer than expected but Katelyn felt relieved as they finally disembarked and walked along a dirt path towards a nondescript building across a makeshift pier. To her, it looked more like a single building in the middle of nowhere. She looked around and deviated from the crowd and wandered through the hall of the wooden shack where there were small dioramas depicting life in a old village.

"A village for ants, gotcha..." Katelyn thought to herself before hearing her mom call her over. She turned away from the building and followed her parents through a back exit and... into a whole new world.

She found herself transported back in time as she stepped into a bustling village straight from the pages of a history book. Men in tunics bustled past her on their way to a fortified watchtower while women in strappy dresses went about their daily tasks and chatted with other visitors. The scene before her was a snapshot of life from a bygone era. As she meandered through the town center with her brother, they stumbled upon a flock of sheep heading in the opposite direction. Her brother's eyes lit up and eagerly approached one of the woolly creatures to pet its soft wool. Katelyn followed him closely and they soon found themselves face to face with a young woman, who was not much older than herself, herding the flock through the lush green pastures.

"Hi, sorry about my brother... he really likes animals," Katelyn apologized for him.

"It's okay. My name's Emma, nice to meet you," the blonde herder greeted as she swung her cane to tap some of her flock back in line. "Where are you from?"

Katelyn innocently replied, "america..."

Emma's eyes immediately lit up with a fascination in her eyes.

"Oh! That's really far. New York or Hollywood?" She asked with sincerity.

"Uhhh, closer to Hollywood I guess..." Katelyn replied as she bent down and petted an especially fluffy sheep.

Emma was excited to see visitors her own age and led the group back to the flock's holding pen in the village. As they walked and talked, Katelyn discovered Emma's passion for the performing arts where she dreamed of becoming an actress. In fact, the main reason why she recently took a job at the village was to get some practice with method acting. As they chatted and got to know each other, Katelyn couldn't help but be impressed by Emma's fluency in English despite living in a country with its own language.

"Here, come with me. Let's get something to drink," Emma suggested as she led Katelyn and her brother down the streets and towards the "Eldrimner".

Katelyn's brother pointed towards the shop's wooden sign and asked, "what does that mean?"

"It's a potion shop filled with magical drinks," Emma chuckled as she handed him a bottle of juice. "Do you believe in magic, little boy?"

While her brother was thoroughly amused by Emma's question, Katelyn lowered her head and smirked while thinking to herself, "you don't even know the half of it..."

"There's alot of magic here in Sweden," Emma continued as she sipped on her tea. "Magic stones, the god Odin, and his son Loki."

Katelyn's head immediately sprung up as she heard the name "Loki". She thought back to the night after coming home from graduation and researching more about what Peggy had told her. And while she didn't deep dive into nordic history, perhaps this was as good as time as ever to get hands on and learn more about its origins.

But before Katelyn could inquire more, Emma turned to her and asked, "How long are you staying here?"

Katelyn pulled out her phone and looked for her digital boarding ticket for her family's next leg of the trip. "We're staying in Stockholm for two days, then we're taking..."

"Oh! I'm from there!" Emma interrupted with a smile. "If you want, I can show you around after I finish work."

"Perfect~" A gentle voice whispered in Katelyn's ear. Her eyes widened as she realized that the voice didn't come from anyone around her; only a devious voice from within.

Katelyn returned a polite nod before seeing her parents walk over and greet Katelyn's new friend.

"Amazing. Here's my number," Emma said as she grabbed an fresh napkin and wrote down her longer than expected phone number. Once Emma handed her new friend her number, Emma introduced herself to Katelyn's parents and gave them a private tour of the quaint town of Birka.

===

Stockholm, Sweden. 17:30

As the evening approached, Katelyn impatiently waited in her hotel room for her new friend's response. Despite being late in the day the sun still lingered high in the sky, dashing her hopes of having any alone time for a while. Restless, she tossed around on her bed until she heard a funky tune coming from the adjoining room where her parents were staying. Curious, she lifted her head and watched as the door swung open, revealing two adults dancing to a familiar tune with an entranced expression.

"Hmm Hmmm Hmm Hm Hmmm\~" Her dad hummed as he danced into her room with her mother's hands wrapped around his waist.

"Voulez-Vous! A-ha!" Her mother sang as the couple listened on either end of a pair of wired earphones.

Katelyn turned her head back and closed her eyes as she tried to block out her parent's embarrassing dancing.

"Hey sweetie, are you sure you don't wanna come to the ABBA museum with us?" Her dad asked as he rocked to the beat.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her brother called out from the other adjoining room.

Katelyn shook her head and turned away from her parents before scooping up her phone to check her messages.

"Okay, just keep your phone on in case you need us," her mother replied as they spun back around and waltzed into the other room.

Katelyn rolled her eyes and scrolled through her messages and saw a text from Emma.

"Thank god," she mumbled and lurched out of bed to slip on a pair of sandals and grab her purse.

===

Stockholm, Sweden. 17:40

As Katelyn stepped out of the elevator, she scanned the lobby until she saw Emma. And while she recognized her friend's face, everything else was totally different. Gone were the traditional Nordic smocks from earlier; Emma now sported a red top, ripped ice blue jeans, and low-cut ballet flats that tapped against the hotel's tiled floor. Katelyn couldn't help but stare in admiration at how effortlessly Emma could pull off two wildly different looks.

Emma turned around and waved Katelyn over before they left the hotel and made their way across a long connecting bridge. As they walked across, Emma bombarded Katelyn with questions about life back home: what it was like growing up in California, how accurately movies portray life in the US, and even the concept of the 'American Dream'. Katelyn sensed Emma's questions were less about her curiosity and more a fascination with a land far away from where she grew up.

Emma suddenly grew silent and stopped in her tracks and looked into the distance.

"Wouldn't it be great to be able to be famous and live life there?" Emma asked as she pointed towards the now illuminated Royal Palace.

"Can anyone go in?" Katelyn asked as she hunched over next to Emma and looked across the river.

"It's closed now but if you're interested we can go tomorrow; it's my day off from the village," Emma suggested as she straightened herself up and continued walking towards the other end of the bridge.

"I've been there so many times on school trips and by myself." Emma continued as they entered into a colorful district filled with quaint shops. "I know the castle like it was my own home".

The two ladies happened upon an open bench and sat together while watching people pass on by through the city centre.

"If only I was royalty," Emma lamented as she crossed one leg over the other. "I would love to live there as someone important; like a Princess..."

"Who'd be the prince?" Katelyn asked as she winked at Emma.

Emma paused for a moment and giggled to herself raising her leg in the air and pronouncing. "I haven't been visited by someone with a glass slipper," Emma responded. "Yet!"

As Emma stretched her back, she noticed a faint glow emanating from the seams of Katelyn's purse; piquing her curiosity. She briefly turned her attention forward and saw Katelyn using her phone to take pictures of the Vasterlanggatan, the central area they were exploring.

"So..." Emma thought to herself, "if her phone is in her hand, then whats that light coming from inside her purse...?"

=====

"I suppose, people travel to get away from themselves...”

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

Please enjoy this wonderful transformation scene of our favorite protagonist from the A Masked Teen series! It was drawn & colored by NomaxXN on DeviantArt who I've been a huge fan of for well over a decade. I highly recommend checking them out and giving them a watch! 

This transformation was inspired by: Chapter 8 (Experiment One: Control)

=====

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this art if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: As we go on We Remember, Chapter 32

A month later...

"Now, it's the moment you've all been waiting for... Rise up!" Katelyn's principal announced.

Rows and rows of outgoing graduates unseated from their lounge chairs for this final moment while a fanfare of cheers descended down from a series of nearby bleachers.

"Graduates, please move your tassels from the right to the left. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present you the graduating class of..."

Katelyn turned her head and tuned out the world as she soaked in the festivities. Nearly a year had passed since she moved across the country, and in that time, much had happened. She not only survived starting at a new school but also found a sense of belonging near the Pacific coast. And along the way, she picked up a handy hunk of wood that became the catalyst for her real transformation: from a shy girl who frequently ran away from her troubles to a lady who confronted them head on... or rather mask on. She lifted her hand above her blonde locks and transferred her yellow tassel to the left and marked the end to her K-12 education.

Suddenly, a sea of red caps flew into the air as hundreds of other seniors around her symbolically signaled the end to their adolescent academic career. Katelyn in turn, tossed her cap high enough to be able to retrieve it before joining the rest of her now ex-classmates as they dispersed from their assigned seating towards the exit. As she got up she felt a pair of hands grab her waist and heard a familiar valley-girl voice joyfully cry out.

"We're done!" Maria screeched as she gave her now good friend a gentle squeeze before letting go. Thanks to a little help from Katelyn, Maria's suspension from school had been cleared and she was able to walk during graduation. It was a little reward for being a docile participant during their little visit to their ex-boyfriend a month ago.

The two girls joined the rest of the crowd as they exited the stadium and shared their plans for the summer.

"Gonna stay in Miami all summer until I move into Davis. How about you?" Maria asked as she pulled out her phone to check her messages.

Katelyn was about to reply but then felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see him; Danny. She hadn't seen much of him since April Fools' Day. In fact, she noticed that he would deliberately stay away from her whether at school or out and about. Maria looked up from her phone and gave her ex a snarl before walking off; leaving Katelyn alone with her ex.

"Hey, can you... uh, sign my yearbook?" Danny bashfully asked as he held up his yearbook and an ink pen.

As they stood across from each other, both individuals sensed an awkwardness between them as old feelings resurfaced. Danny still held a flame for Katelyn and her alter-ego, but was emotionally scarred from their "personal" encounter. Meanwhile, while Katelyn maintained her composure outwardly she struggled with a range of conflicting emotions that kept her firmly guarded. Despite this, Katelyn took Danny's book and flipped to a random page to jot down a note.

"So..." Danny mumbled as he watched the blonde flip through his book. "That's it, huh?"

"Mhmmm," Katelyn lamented as she uncapped his pen.

"Crazy year, right?" Danny asked as he looked at her jaw.

"Craaaazy..." Katelyn replied as she tapped the top of the pen on her cheek. Danny could sense that she wasn't in the mood for small talk and took a deep breathe before getting straight to the point.

"So, umm... about us... I-I don't even know how to..."

"Listen." Katelyn interrupted as she raised her head and looked at him with an intense stare. "We both had our moments but it didn't work out. I'm willing to move on, you?" She suggested as Danny took a step back and sheepishly nodded in agreement.

"Good. In fact..." Katelyn looked past Danny's shoulders and instinctively bit her bottom lip as the football, soccer, woman's volleyball and lacrosse cliques passed by. Since her implied breakup with Danny, she had plenty of time to 'experiment' with others who had been on her fantasy bucket list.

Katelyn thought to herself and shook her head. "Perhaps a story... for another time," she giggled to herself and wrote something, or whatever, in Danny's book.

"There, done." She snapped and returned her ex's stuff back to him before beginning to walk away.

"Wait," Danny called out while Katelyn was still within earshot. Upon hearing him, she stopped in her tracks while continuing to face away from him.

"There's one more thing I wanna say to you... two," Danny continued as he stepped behind her and placed a hand on her left shoulder. "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."

"Take care, Kandy." Danny finished and stepped past her and made his way towards the parking lot.

As he walked away, Katelyn kept her eyes locked on him while her hand twitched and unintentionally deformed the rim of her graduation hat. Though his words sounded rather innocuous, there was still something that irked her deep inside. She labeled herself as a hero in no small part to her feats at his Aunt's place and literally saving his ass when he was abducted at a Halloween party. And as long as she continued to wield her mask she knew she would never be powerless, ever again. So... why would she stop? In fact, she had grown fond of the entire process from her mask's mind-bending transformations to her limitless fun-filled nights with or without her sister mask. Over time, the more she wore it the more she felt in tune with herself and able to live as free and wild as she'd like. However, all of this was in stark contrast to Danny's off-handed suggestion towards taking a break or even going cold turkey, again.

"Never!" She thought to herself as she struck the thought out of her mind. She didn't appreciate his infantilization when they were together and she certainly didn't appreciate his demeaning comment now.

"Fuck you too," Katelyn whispered before turning on her heels and making her way to the bleachers on the other side of the parking lot.

As she angrily made her way towards her parents, Katelyn noticed a familiar red-haired lady talking to her mom. When Katelyn was within earshot of the two adults, the redhead turned around and waved towards the newly graduated blonde as Katelyn's overjoyed mom grabbed her daughter and proudly snuggled her like a proud mama bear.

"Congrats on graduating!" Peggy lauded at Katelyn as her mom released Katelyn from her grasp.

"Ashley, would you mind if I speak to Katelyn in private?" Peggy asked.

Her mom nodded and straightened up her sun dress. "I'm so happy for you! We'll be in the car next to the flagpole. Don't take too long... Dad and I have a little surprise in store~" Her mom beamed as she headed to their car.

Both Peggy and Katelyn watched as her mom walked out of earshot before squatting down onto a patch of dried grass below.

"You still have em'?" Peggy asked as she looked around for any eavesdroppers. Katelyn nodded.

"Had fun?" Peggy asked as she saw a shit eating grin develop on Katelyn's face. "Maybe a bit too much fun?" Peggy laughed as she rubbed her fingers with her palm.

"I knew you would. As soon as I met you, I felt a familiar chaotic energy flow outta ya... like some others," she winked and watched a slightly embarrassed Katelyn begin to blush. "I don't need to know the details. Especially if you and Danny..."

"We broke up, last month," Katelyn interrupted as she picked up a blade of grass and twisted it between her middle finger.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Peggy replied as she felt a little flustered.

Katelyn looked down at the ground and shrugged. "We've moved on. But... he knows."

Peggy grew a tad worried and leaned in closer to ask, "Do you trust him to keep a secret?"

Katelyn looked up at the red-head and nodded. "I think we respect each other to keep our kinks to ourselves..."

"And if he doesn't, I'll have to think of something more drastic and deal with him myself..." Katelyn thought as she felt her temples throb with a sudden spike in pressure.

"Well, even if it didn't work out..." Peggy sighed as she leaned back and looked Katelyn in her eyes. "Just know that I'm just a text away if you wanna chat. There's so much to learn about from that magical thing like Loki and..."

"Sure," she quickly interrupted and dropped the blade of grass onto the ground.

"Oh and one more thing, mind if I get a selfie?" Peggy asked as she pulled out her phone from her purse. Katelyn nodded and posed with her for a few quick snaps before waving goodbye and headed back to her parent's car.

Peggy stayed back and quickly navigated to two separate text conversations and sent a newly snapped selfie to Katelyn and to a different close contact of hers; Stanley.

===

Katelyn spotted her parent's car and opened the door to the backseat.

"Hey! Hey! There's my little Kit-Kat all grown up and done with school!" Her dad cheered as he pushed the car's "Start" button.

Katelyn buckled her seatbelt and enjoyed the showering of praise from her parents and her young brother (who was almost done with elementary school as well).

"So what's the surprise mom?" Katelyn asked as she pulled out her phone and saw a text with her selfie with Peggy.

"Well, as a little graduation gift... your dad and I wanna treat you with a little family vacation! Just a few weeks away from home to decompress and relax before you start university."

"Oh, okay." Katelyn replied as she pulled up her social media feed to see a stream of pictures and well wishes from Danny's friends.

After a moment, a thought struck her as she realized the gravity of her family's graduation trip. Would she bring the mask with her abroad? And, if so, what reckless adventures would transpire with a masked teen away from home...

=====

Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round? Will these memories fade when I leave this town? I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye (It's not goodbye) Keep on thinking it's time to fly...

With the end of the High-School Arc, a new adventure begins in season 2 of the story; A Masked Vacation!

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: Reassurance, Chapter 31

After what felt like hours, Maya leapt off her ex's mattress as she smacked her lips and savored the sweet taste of justice. As she towered over her worn down ex, she let off a satisfying sigh of relief from the chance to have an outlet to let out months of pent up anger and frustrations. But she wanted more. In the back of her mind, Maria had a list of people who had wronged her in the past like the mean-spirited football jocks that would routinely catcall her during cheerleading practice, or the creepy gym teacher at school who would hit on her friends. With limitless powers at her finger tips, she could go down her list and enact revenge on everyone and truly make herself the queen bee of Santa Cruz.

However, she felt herself robotically stroll over and kneel herself down in front of Katelyn as she brought her hands to the back of her lush head. Even though Maya had the power of the gods, the two fused masks made her play by Katelyn's rules; whether she liked it or not.

"Wait!" Maya cried out as she felt a stinging sensation run up her scalp. "Please, may I have some more time?"

Katelyn towered over her latin goddess as she looked into Maya's dark emerald puppy dog eyes. It was almost like looking down into an endless emerald abyss that was filled with a jumbled up mess of Maria's emotions and thoughts. She could see little fragments of Maria's inner self begging Katelyn to set her free from the sister mask's control. As she looked into her eyes, Katelyn flashed back to her first few weeks at school when Maria and her posse would sought out and bully her for being the new kid. Soon after she found the mask, her entire life changed. As a goddess, she used the mask's powers to control the ocean for her own personal enjoyment and even save an entire town from a wildfire. And at this very moment, the bullied was now the bully as the balance of power shifted towards Katelyn by making her frenemy subservient to her.

But in a way, she pitied Maria. From what she told her earlier that day, her persona didn't seem to be one out of malice but rather one out of a cry for attention. Once she opened herself up... she was kinda all right. Katelyn suddenly felt a pang of regret wash over her as she thought back on her revenge plan. Even though her scheme went according to plan, she didn't feel okay with pushing Maria's boundaries beyond what she did to poor Danny; at least for tonight.

Katelyn lowered herself to be at eye level from her hispanic celestial being and shook her head; no. Maya's eyes instantly began to tear up as Katelyn reached over with both hands and stroked her slick shoulders. "Maybe next time, okay?"

"Promise...?" Maya asked between her sniffles. Katelyn hesitated for a split second and then nodded back. Maya dried her tears with her hand and suddenly leaned forward and embraced Katelyn right on her lips. Katelyn's entire body shook as she could feel Maya's soft sweet lips pump a stream of emotions into the blonde's consciousness. Katelyn could literally feel a sense of reassurance and joy channel into her as their faces came together for a solid minute. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the same masked lips embrace her just as she embraced her lovers in the past year.

When Maya felt it was time, she leaned back away from Katelyn and lowered her head towards the floor to give her blonde master unencumbered access to her crown. She then felt Katelyn's hands reach into her hair towards a thin crease at the back of her head and braced herself for what was to come. At first, she felt a tingling sensation run along her scalp. But then she was hit with an unbearable streak of pain as Katelyn tore open and exposed the mask's tendrils as she began to pull the clinging green flesh off of her olive skin. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she opened her jaw and let out an inaudible scream. Soon her smooth exterior began to undulate and sag as Katelyn successfully pulled the mask off Maya's scalp. As Katelyn yanked away the rest from the front of her face, Maya felt the mask's grip slip further and further away; draining her of her powers and her strength. Her once full cheeks and perfectly formed face soon wrinkled and hardened while her lush green facade had dulled and turned back into its musty wooden form.

With only a handful of wooden tendrils left, Katelyn watched as its tacky texture tried in vain to cling onto the top of Maria's eyelids and the edge of her jawline. While the mask grew to enjoy the olive-skinned girl, it couldn't say no to reuniting with its blonde mistress at least once more before the end of the night. With a final thunderous pop, the mask fully released itself off of Maria and back into the hands of its original owner. Katelyn looked down and saw Maria slump onto the floor; now fast asleep. She then heard a distinct ticking sound echo nearby and looked up towards Danny's clock to see the second hand tick onwards to cross over towards 5:35 PM. She got up off the floor and looked around Danny's room to see two slumbering souls in a totally destroyed and torn up bedroom. Katelyn wiped off her brow as she pulled out her phone from her back pocket and took a picture of the room; just to keep a note for herself. After snapping several pictures of the two tired teens and Danny's disheveled room, she felt a tad prideful that her scheme had played exactly to what she imagined.

But her respite was soon short lived. Katelyn suddenly heard a car pull up towards Danny's driveway and turned herself around to look out the window. Danny's parents were home and she didn't have much time to flee and get back home. She needed to get back to Maria's house and drive her mom's car back home before sunset or else her parents would get suspicious. She pulled her controller from her pants pocket and then quickly turned to the pair of masks that laid beside her and, with no time to waste, slammed the two together atop her rightful maw.

The two masks melted together into one big mass and flung itself onto her with no hesitation. Katelyn watched as the mask's tendrils climbed over her cheeks, through her hair and solidified itself onto the edges of her face to enclose as much of her facial features. Once her jawline and crown were fully encased, Katelyn was thrown into a cyclone as a number of lightening bolts shot out of its core. Though previous transformations had drawn out the time to mold its host, a familiarized Katelyn just wanted the mask to get right to the point and save its teasing for later. Even with this wish, the mask had just enough time to give its host a few sprinkles of bliss before twisting out and into the messy room.

With a muted screech, Katelyn had reclaimed her green face and immediately planned her escape back home. With a sharp snap of her fingers, her original clothes magically reassembled themselves atop her body and her controller made itself at home in her back pocket. Using her enchanted hearing, she could hear one of Danny's parents open the entrance and climb the stairs towards their son's room. Before she left, she felt compelled to step towards her ex-boyfriend and stroke his bare belly one last time.

"Hopefully you learned... don't bite the hand that feeds you~" She whispered to him as the masks happily pulsed with approval.

She then turned and lifted Maria onto her back and the two leapt out of Danny's bay windows and into the night just as Danny's mother knocked on her son's door.

===

Katelyn's House. 7 PM.

As Katelyn pulled up onto her driveway, she saw her porch lights instantly turn on and her mother appear on the doorstep. She knew her parents didn't like when she drove at night and she could visibly see her mom's sour expression. Katelyn parked the car and quickly shoved her masks into her back pocket and quickly made her way towards the entrance.

"A bit late for a nighttime stroll... were you visiting your boyfriend?" Her mother asked as Katelyn neared the entrance.

Katelyn paused and dropped her head. "I think... we need some time apart..."

Her mother's face quickly shifted as she grew concerned for her daughter. "Oh... if you want we can talk about it after dinner."

Katelyn didn't respond as she snaked around her mom and began climbing up the stairs to her bedroom. Her mother shook her head before turning around and noticing something in her daughter's back pockets. She stepped closer towards the stairs and caught a glimpse of a pair of wooden face masks that poked through her pockets.

"Hmmm," she muttered to herself as Ashley, Katelyn's mom, closed the front door of their house.

Soon after Katelyn entered her bedroom, a familiar green light poured through her bay window as she enjoyed the mask's powers all for herself for the rest of the night.

=====

"We know what we are, but know not what we may be."

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

Supporters will have access to special chapters (like Chapter 30.5) and progress updates on upcoming chapters and stories.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: Ultimatum, Chapter 30

Danny took a half-step back as he looked on in disbelief. To his right sat his current girlfriend who wore a vindictive smirk on her face while to his left stood a provocative hispanic school girl that sported a familiar green face that he was accustomed to seeing on Katelyn. As Danny continued to stare at bronze-skinned goddess, he felt a sneaking suspicion that he had met her before...

"Hello, Danny boy~" the masked brunette spoke in firm feminine voice. Danny's mouth suddenly became agape as it finally dawned on him who she was.

"M-maria?" Danny asked with a quiver in his voice. Even though her face was consumed by the veil of the mask he instantly recognized her tone of voice.

The goddess gently shook her head. "Was. It's Maya now," she coldly replied; confirming his suspicions.

"Doesn't she look great? Now I see why you fawned over me. Even I find myself getting lost in her beauty," Katelyn mused to herself.

"M-maria... Maya... I haven't seen you in a while..." Danny stammered as he took a step towards his ex. As he looked into her teal eyes, he swore he could see Maria's true self beneath the influence of the two fused masks.

"Let's just take off that mask... and just chat," he pleaded.

"She won't listen to you," Katelyn sighed to her innocent ex lover. "In fact, she can barely hear herself think anymore."

Danny turned his attention to Katelyn as she picked up her remote and pressed a series of buttons. "But, I won't stop you from trying. Go ahead, try to break her free. She won't bite."

As he turned back to his ex and slowly approached her, he admired the intricate texture and tailoring of her outfit from her black blazer down to her skimpy striped skirt. And as his gaze trailed along her form, he took notice at her flat abs and tone muscles up and down her womanly form. He moved himself around to the back of her head and sought to find a familiar crease which would serve as an escape hatch to help shed Maria from her masked persona. But as he looked closer, he couldn't find any trace of a seam; only a smooth unencumbered surface from above her neck up to her scalp. Nevertheless, he lifted his hands towards her crown and dug his fingers into her cushioned flesh and started to aggressively tug at her head. As he pulled, her green skin stretched further and further outwards towards his direction until he had a few meters of her face in his hands. But try as he must, her face continued to stay in one piece no matter what he did to try to dislodge it from her.

"Confused...?" Katelyn spoke up after letting Danny frivolously experiment with his ex.

"What did you do to her!?" Danny demanded as he continued to tug at the firm bubble-gum-like membrane that relentlessly latched onto Maria.

"I gave her the opportunity to feel what I've felt for... oh so long..." She pressed another button on her controller which made Maya's skull pulse an angry shade of green. Danny noticed his grip loosen and slip through his grasp as the stretched flesh flew back and neatly whipped back atop of his ex-girlfriend's face.

Danny turned back towards Katelyn and noticed the controller in his girlfriend's hands. He quickly realized that her contraption was the source of her control and tried to quickly lunge at her to grab it from her grasp. But Maya quickly stepped in and blocked his path by extending her hand in between the two mortals.

"Listen Danny, we've been through so much together..." Katelyn sighed as she stood up and tip-toed closer to Maya.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll stop all of this, if you simply apologize for what you said to me this morning," she said with a cheeky grin. "And promise to never raise your voice or question what I do ever again~"

"Kat, you can't be serious," Danny quipped back with a distinct anger in his voice.

"School was canceled because of us. Didn't you hear the others scream?" Danny asked irritability. "You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable!?" Katelyn yelled back. "I've been totally reasonable with you ever since you first laid eyes on me. I've told you my secrets, I've let you had your way with me, and what do I get back in return!? Nothing! Ever since I opened up to you in Tahoe, you've just become a jerk and a total control freak!"

"Seriously!? You're literally controlling her right now!" Danny hollered back with her his hand pointed in Maya's direction.

"Am I controlling her? Let her speak for herself," Katelyn replied while rolling her eyes.

"Fine! Maria..." Danny started to ask.

"...the name's Maya," she reminded him. "And for your information, I feel amazing right now~"

She began to gently stroke her chin as she continued on. "If it wasn't for Katelyn, I wouldn't have been able to be here and stand up to you after breaking up." Maya turned to stare into pale blue Katelyn's eyes. "Katelyn showed me greener pastures and I owe my entire life to her right now."

"So, what's it gonna be Danny boy? Gonna say sorry?" Katelyn taunted as she brought her controller towards her chest.

Danny shook his head disapprovingly. "Kat, why are you doing this? I thought you were nice and sensible," he implored to Katelyn who just shook her head back at him.

"You know, the mask and I have been thinking about this for quite a while now," Katelyn professed as she turned around and tip-toed towards Danny's gamer chair. "I've been so nice and sensible towards you, but now... I see that it was a one way street. And now we feel that you're holding us back."

"Fortunately for me, there's more fish out their in the sea. And I bet others would be more than happy to appreciate me for who I am now," Katelyn mused as her eyes briefly flashed an emerald hue.

At that very moment Danny knew he had lost his girlfriend... now his second ex-girlfriend. Both of his love interests had ganged up on him and he had no way to solve this diplomatically. Maria was trapped within Katelyn's grasp and Katelyn was on a total power trip. Months of using that blasted mask for his enjoyment had led him to not only loose his best friends but now face the wrath of both of his previous lovers at once.

"I started this relationship with the mask. And if you aren't willing to apologize... well... I'll end it using the mask," Katelyn finished as she pressed another button on her remote and flipped it upside down on Danny's desk.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you're never gonna forget~" Maya moaned ominously as she flicked her wrist in the air and shut his bedroom door while approaching him with a newly acquired meter stick in hand.

=====

"Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge?"

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

Supporters will have access to special chapters (like Chapter 30.5) and progress updates on upcoming chapters and stories.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: A New Wearer, Chapter 29

Maria's House. 4 PM

"Hi Maria!" Katelyn greeted with a gentle wave.

"What do you want?" The brunette bluntly asked with a drawl in her voice.

"I wanted to drop by and see, uh, how you were doing? I haven't seen you in..."

"Bye." Maria rudely interrupted as she slammed the front door in Katelyn's face.

"Wait!" Katelyn quickly called out as she saw her chance of success slipping between her fingers. "You're looking much better than when I visited you at the hospital!"

Katelyn waited for a second and then heard the front door creak open with Maria's head slowly poking through the crack.

"You visited me...?" Maria asked in a solemn yet sincere tone. Katelyn nodded as she swiped on her phone to show her a photo of a bouquet of purple hyacinths that she left by her bedside.

Maria looked at her phone for a moment and then raised her head to stare into Katelyn's innocent baby blue eyes. "Do you wanna... come in?"

Katelyn nodded as she entered Maria's house and was led towards a spacious living room that had an enormous TV, multiple pieces of exercise equipment and priceless antiques that were locked behind old cabinets.

"Wow," Katelyn whispered out loud as she took in the magnitude of Maria's family fortunes.

"Don't touch anything. It's my parent's stuff. Sit here," Maria gestured as she took her seat on a gray couch. Katelyn nodded and made her way towards her as she tightly held onto her purse which carried her precious cargo.

Over the next hour, the two attempted to bury the hatchet by getting to know one another. Katelyn talked about her hometown and her family's unexpected move to California for her dad's work while Maria slowly conveyed being stressed out to be Ms. Perfect. She went further and told her that her rocky relationship with Danny tipped her over the edge which set off a chain of undesirable circumstances that got her suspended for the rest of the school year. As the topic changed to school, Katelyn started to update her on what had happened since her absence but the conversation quickly veered towards the pranks that occurred earlier that day.

"Oh yeah, I saw that on my phone! Some whackos pulled an iCarly prank on the entire school," Maria laughed as she acknowledged the reference that Kandy sought to achieve.

"Did others find it funny? It cracked me up when I saw it trending online," Maria continued as her initially cold demeanor thawed and became more inviting towards Katelyn.

"Danny didn't..." Katelyn promptly responded in a low voice. "Actually, we got into an argument about it..." Katelyn continued as she looked down to the floor.

"Oh no..." Maria remarked sarcastically. "Yeah... he's always 'Mr. Serious.'"

Katelyn eyed a sliver of opportunity. "Maybe... we could loosen him up a little," Katelyn hinted as she brought her purse closer to her chest.

"What are you scheming...?" Maria asked quizzically.

"Well... it's still April Fools day. Maybe he just needs a good scare... with something like these," Katelyn said as she pulled out a pair of wooden masks from her purse; one had a neutral expression while the other wore a smile on its face.

Maria curiously looked at the faded green masks and just laughed right at her. "What are those!?" She cackled to herself as she pointed at her worn props.

Katelyn then heard a sultry voice speak up in her ear. "Oh you laugh now. But we'll see who's laughing real soon..."

After Maria calmed herself down, she grabbed one of the masks and dangled it from its mouth hole on her index finger.

"Whatever, what's your plan with these...?" Maria's voice trailed off as she saw a dazzling streak of light emanating from inside its hard interior. She paused and adjusted her grip to hold the wooden prop in the palm of her hands and felt a soothing warmth spread between her fingers.

Off to the side, Katelyn held her breath as she saw Maria's face get curiously closer and closer until the unassuming prop leapt out of her hands and started to burrow itself onto a new face. For the first time in months, the mask was given the opportunity to take a new host and give them the wildest time of their life.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" Maria screamed as the mask's wooden fibers started to consume her head as it began to make its way across uncharted terrain.

Unlike its previous host's more heart-shaped face, Maria had a different square-shaped geometry than what it was used to and would need more time to wrap itself around her sun-kissed skin. But more time meant that Maria had a fighting chance to unshackle herself from the squirming green coils that clung to her face. She tried to tug underneath her jaw and pull at the sides of her covered head in order to dislodge its grip. Alas, neither method worked and in a fit of desperation, she pleaded for help as she felt the green mass gain ground and approach the back of her skull. Katelyn heard her cry for help but she continued to stand aside and watch her frenemy be further consumed as its rubbery texture absorbed all traces of her silky brunette hair. To Katelyn, it was like an out of body experience to watch her cherished green partner grow and affix itself onto someone else. Yet, she found herself get hot and bothered as she watched her school bully slowly loose grip on reality and get hopelessly lost in the mask's intoxicating magic.

With the last of the mask's tendrils converging upon her crown, Maria sought to change tactics by scratching and peeling off whatever she can off her sizzling second skin. However, as her nails dug into the mask's cushioned tissue the resulting scratches only left a trail of green ridges that let off beams of neon light. And after humoring its host with her futile attempts, the mask felt it had enough and whipped the struggling Latina into a whirlwind with her in the eye of the storm. Katelyn took a step back and watched the supernatural twister in awe as she imagined herself being thrown asunder. She could recall the countless number of times she was thrown into oblivion as the mask's magic molded and shaped her into whatever form she deeply desired.

After a few seconds, the winds died down and on the glittering couch sat a new lady in green who was once Katelyn's frenemy. She wore a cute black blazer that openly exposed her white button-down shirt that had been tied into a butterfly-shaped knot just above her pierced belly button. On her hips, she wore a short school girl skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Down along her legs, she had a pair of thigh-high socks that snuggly wrapped around her slim legs which led to a pair of patent Louboutins heels. And of course, atop her innocent school girl getup sat a glowing emerald complexion that hugged every inch of her once tan sun-kissed face. Even though the entire transformation took less than a minute, the resulting gal looked as though she spent countless hours getting ready for her movie debut as the star mask wearer for the evening.

Katelyn continued to gawk at the hourglass shaped goddess from afar as the girl opened her teal eyes and materialized a hand mirror to see her new self for the very first time. Since acquiring the mask all those months ago, Katelyn finally had the chance to witness the end result of a transformation that she herself had went through zillions of times before. Only this time, she wasn't looking at herself in the mirror, rather she was in awe the human in front of her who was actively trying to rationalize the irrational transformation that led the magical artifact to latch onto her pores.

The lady collapsed the mirror in her hand with a satisfying "snap" and turned to look straight at Katelyn.

"The name's Maya~" the lady spoke with an innocent yet demanding voice.

"H-how do you feel?" Katelyn asked as she gripped the other wooden mask behind her back.

Maya closed her eyes and deeply inhaled through her newly formed nose, "Amazing~"

Maya clenched her fists as she felt the power of the gods flow through her veins while simultaneously feeling her mortal troubles wash away. In this new form, she could focus on being someone new, someone who didn't have to listen to others, and most of all someone who could do anything she wanted with whomever she wanted. As she exhaled, she heard a tiny voice in the back of her head protest as her old self tried to hang on to whatever remained of the human underneath the green.

But that moment of self-realization was suddenly interrupted as Katelyn dove towards Maya's rubbery face and slammed the sister mask upon her already green complexion. Upon contact, the wooden fibers of the sister mask started to soften and stick itself onto the front of her face as a beam of brilliant light emanated from the contact between the two magical artifacts. The edges of the sister mask grew claws and quickly swarmed and spread throughout her head while digging its own set of tendrils into different regions of her emerald skull. She could feel an immense amount of pressure being applied to each one of her facial features which made everything feel more sensitive. She felt a burning sensation on her nose, a tightening sensation along her cheeks, and around the temples of her head. Even though Maria had only one face to spare, each inch of her ever brutalized skull was being thoroughly used and cultivated to not only fit more magic flesh but also the will of the sister mask.

After a brief period of struggling, Maya's body was thrown into a second tornado that chaotically spun around the room while knocking over and breaking the antiques that sat on the shelves around her. Within her mind, she slowly felt a mind-numbing sense of pressure build up along her temples as she felt her new psyche loose control of itself in favor of whatever the sister mask had in store for her. Katelyn backed herself against a nearby wall and pulled out the controller from her purse to apply the desired settings for her frenemy. As she played with the controller, she could hear Maya moan and groan as the additional pounds of green tissue continued to onslaught her already enlarged head into someone even more zany than before.

And after a minute of being embedded in a more violent storm, Maya emerged from her twister with the sister mask's signature mark on her forehead while retaining the school girl outfit from earlier. Maya then sauntered over to Katelyn and gave a little bow; signaling the end of Maya's free will and the start of Katelyn's control over this valley girl.

Katelyn further pushed some buttons on her controller and walked around her double-masked creation while taking in the result of her pair of masks. Not only was her green complexion a perfect fit atop her square-shaped head but the seam at the back was nowhere to be found. Katelyn approached the back of Maya's head and dug her fingers into her masked flesh and gave it a hefty tug. But after a few seconds of pulling on her tight skin, Katelyn let go and the masked muscle flew back onto her skull and garnered a deep moan from the school girl. With Maria now trapped under not just one but two layers of green flesh, Katelyn felt at ease as her plan was ready to be executed.

"Ready for some payback, Maya?" Katelyn asked as she walked towards Maria's front door.

"Cowabunga Dudette~" Maya smiled with a twitch in her eye.

===

Danny's House. 5:30 PM

Danny walked out of the shared upstairs bathroom with only a towel covering the lower half of his bare body. His parents were due to arrive home soon and he figured he would wash up early before supper. But as he turned the corner and stepped into his room, he noticed something was off. He thought he had left the nights in his room on before taking a shower but now his bedroom was completely pitch black. And after taking a few more steps in, the door behind him slammed shut and his desk lamp was suddenly flipped on with a familiar face sitting nearby. There in Danny's room sat Katelyn with a mischievous smile on her face and a weird controller in her lap.

"Oh...! H-hi Kat, I didn't know you were stopping by," Danny stuttered as he backed away from the light source.

"Oh. Don't you worry about little old me. You should be more worried about..." Katelyn paused as she pointed towards his closet. The door to Danny's walk-in closet creaked opened and his eyes widened as he saw a green figure in school girl outfit step towards him.

"Miss me?" The goddess asked as she gave him a wink.

=====

"A mere smile can determine a man's fate. It is frightening. Fascinatingly so."

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: Vanity Mirror, Chapter 28

An hour after homeroom, the school district canceled the next two days of classes as school staff went about investigating the incidents that occurred that fateful morning.

Meanwhile, Katelyn locked herself in her bedroom as she stewed over the tense exchange with her boyfriend. She resolved to deflect any blame for what happened and felt a growing sense of betrayal fume within her from his accusations.

"That rat bastard. He got everything he wanted from me: daily booty calls, romantic outings, and a fun loving girlfriend. And what did I get back in return...?"

"Nothing, my dear?" Kandy suggested rhetorically as she stroked her subtly cleft yet smooth chin with her delicately polished fingernails. She took pleasure in guiding Katelyn's thoughts towards her more raw and depraved instincts. And thanks to her cunning techniques of persuasion over the past few months, she repelled any efforts of getting disposed and instead had a perch to sit on as an angel on her shoulder... her left shoulder.

"I feel used..." Katelyn sighed to herself as she flipped herself over and stared at her eggshell-white ceiling.

"Ya preaching to the choir, sister~" Kandy snickered as she continued to contemplate her next steps.

The foundational drive of the mask has always been to carefully lead its host towards their deepest and inner-most tendencies. Whether it be Peggy's vanity or even Eve's unrelenting love towards Stanley. Since its inception, it was a genuine breath of fresh air to be passed down from host to host and attach to some of the most consequential humans in history. From its long stint with Queen Cleopatra to its religious-like worship among Scandinavian warlords/Vikings and ancient tribes in Africa. It's wooden facade and signature green complexion had been an aiding mechanism to move humanity away from greater societal progress and towards egocentrism. But over the years, it had also developed another goal; control. With each host that it came into contact with, it found itself eventually being discarded or thrown aside just as it grew comfortable with its surroundings. But with Katelyn, it saw an opportunity to grant its wish of being used less like a novelty prop and more of a dominating part of a person's lifestyle. First, it sought to impress its host with examples of its wonders and feats which enticed its host to explore its mystical abilities in order to satiate their curiosity. And with enough persistence, its host would spiral down a state of self absorption until their originally held ethos and morals became mere suggestions while pleasure and unyielding power became their main drive.

"Maybe that naughty boy needs to be taught a lesson..." Kandy murmured in a British accent as a lightbulb popped above her shiny crown. Katelyn paused for a moment to realize what she was suggesting.

"Maybe he needs to know who's... still in charge," she continued and spun into a twister.

Katelyn furrowed her brow and shifted her body towards her mirror as she saw Kandy step out of her magical twister wearing a revealing business suit with her golden mane that was tied into a bun.

"Hmmm, what do you propose?" Katelyn asked.

"Well..." Kandy started as she pulled out her hair ties which let her hair expand into a long golden whip that let off a crack as it extended and hit the floor. "Maybe we do to Danny... like we did to that bitch who hurt us."

Katelyn slumped her head as she tried to digest what her other was advocating. On one hand, Danny needed to be put in his place and learn to deal with what he gets; beggars can't be choosers especially when she was so god-like with her mask. But on the other hand, she didn't have the heart to directly hurt someone who she still kinda liked. After a minute of deeply thinking about the cons, she shook her head.

"I can do it! You can leave it up to me!" Kandy raised her hand as she volunteered herself. Katelyn shook her head once again.

"W-we can't... we can't hurt him like we did with..." Katelyn sighed as she closed her eyes and slid under her covers. Deep down inside, Kandy also knew that her other wouldn't go along with her plan. But then, she had another lightbulb pop above her skull.

"Hmm, well someone else could teach him a lesson instead..." Kandy said with her voice modulated to sound more like Katelyn. "Who do we know has a long history with him and has the penchant for a little revenge...?"

Katelyn pushed aside her covers and stared into her mirror as she realized what Kandy was hinting towards.

"And since we still have this..." Kandy giggled to herself as she pointed towards the dusty sister mask on her dresser, "...we can still pull the strings on our little narrative."

Katelyn's eyes grew wide as she pondered deeply about Kandy's new proposal. Maybe she just needed to give her boyfriend a little "tug" in the right direction to see the errors in his ways.

Katelyn returned a menacing grin. "I hate you," Katelyn teased in a sarcastic tone as her mind raced to figure out the logistics behind her new scheme.

Kandy smiled and waved as her apparition faded away; leaving Katelyn alone in her musty bedroom.

"Nobody will ever cross me..." Katelyn said menacingly as she picked up her phone and scrolled through her texts. "Ever."

===

Later that day as Katelyn waited at the door steps in front of a nice beachfront house that overlooked the Rio Del Mar coastline, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had been there before. She could vaguely recall the white columns that arched over the entranceway and the two sets of windows on the second floor that looked out towards the driveway. Nevertheless, she patiently waited with bated breath as she kept her mind focused on the plan.

A moment later, she saw a shadowy figure pass by and soon the door unlocked to reveal a person who she hadn't seen in months.

"Hi Maria."

=====

"A shared enemy makes for an unlikely friend..."

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: April Fooled! Chapter 27

"There, all done~!" Kandy declared as she dropped from an exposed vent in the ceiling onto the stone cold floor with her stiletto heels. As she stood upright, she sauntered towards her boyfriend in her jet-black and form-fitting catsuit that ironically squeaked as she walked.

"Shhh! Not so loud..." Danny whispered as he stood guard to the entrance of the room. "Are you sure about this...? Wait, where did you..."

"And last but not least... April Fools!" Kandy lunged at him and pulled his underwear over his head; giving him a massive wedgie. Danny struggled to stand up straight as the tightening elastic bands in his underwear strained his shoulders and legs.

Kandy snickered to herself as she felt a growing sense of giddiness sweep over her. After last night's round of "hanky-panky", she expressed her desire to come up some fun ideas for April Fools Day. Normally Katelyn wouldn't bother put in the effort to engage in such childish tomfoolery, but her alter-ego salivated in unleashing a series of schemes that Katelyn had repressed ever since she was little. After an hour of cuddling, Danny helped mediate her whacky ideas and shave it down to six they could do in the morning... technically seven, with the inclusion of her last minute wedgie.

When a disgruntled Danny finally reoriented himself, he looked over at the green goddess and let off a gentle sigh. Ever since she unveiled herself to him at the ski resort, he found himself grow increasingly conflicted with his feelings towards her personalities. He noticed that her once moderate and stoic persona started to grow more-and-more unhinged and zany as she continued wearing the mask for longer-and-longer stretches of time. In fact, he recently noticed that she opted to keep her mask on even while she slept which did god knows what to her mental state. And while he didn't openly complain about the daily out-of-this-world booty calls and her unrelenting affection, he did feel that his desires for her were less like a dream come true and more of a granted wish from a monkey paw. To Danny, he sought for someone who was a healthy mix of chill and fun, but instead her mask revealed her as a more flamboyant and unpredictable character who was a handful to deal with. Nevertheless, he stood by her and hoped that his presence would be a way to anchor her evolving personality and steer her towards some semblance of sanity.

"I'm so excited for today~!" She beamed as she went in for a brief but passionate smooch on the lips. He could feel her soft green lips while enjoying the sweet ambrosia lipstick that oozed out of mouth. After a minute of making out, she lifted her clear green head away and sauntered towards the exit.

"Wait! You can't go out looking like that..." Danny protested as Kandy's hand reached out for the door knob.

Kandy froze and felt her pent up giddiness wane. But then she realized that it might be more fun to go incognito and innocently witness her plan unfold along with her classmates.

"Ugh, fine. Let's see here..." Kandy snapped her fingers and whipped herself into a sizable twister that knocked over empty paint cans and whipped up any leaf of loose paper into the shroud of her storm. After a few seconds, the twister subsided and unveiled an average teenager who wore a simple cotton top, some jean shorts, and a pair of expensive Tory Burch sandals. However, there was still one big thing that was left noticeable.

"What about..." Danny asked as he pointed to her hairless neon head.

"You're a buzz kill, ya know that?" Kandy whined as she dug into her cleavage and pulled out a flabby peachy-colored mask that resembled Katelyn. She reached out and put both of her hands inside the sizable neck opening and tugged downwards until it reached just under her jawline. As she tugged downwards, Danny could hear the two masks rub and strain against each other while witnessing the physical manifestation of a tug of war between her original personality and the whacky green character underneath.

"Since this was your idea, come help me with this," Kandy demanded as she pointed to the back of her head. Danny obliged and saw a small zipper that went from the top of her scalp down to the edge of her peachy neck. He placed one hand on the top of her head and forcefully yanked an emerald zipper slider down until it bottomed out at the stopper. Then as he let go, the zipper twitched and then melted into her faux-skin while Katelyn's blonde hair sprouted from her scalp; leaving no trace of her green complexion or exposed seam. Danny looked on in awe at the layers upon layers of human and magical flesh that applied pressure to her skull just to keep her satiated.

"I'll see you after homeroom!" Kandy, now in a Katelyn disguise, said gleefully as she turned and walked towards her homeroom.

===

As she sat down, she looked up at the clock and watched the seconds tick by until it reached... 7:35 AM

"Bwahahwahahaha~"

Her teacher looked up at the loudspeaker with a stunned expression as the rest of her classmates burst out laughing. Prank number 3; replace the monotonous school bell with something fun like laughter from one of her favorite childhood cartoons, Spongebob Squarepants.

"Good, u-uh, morning students," their school principal grumbled.

"I see we're embracing the spirit of April Fools. Very. Funny..." He continued in a more serious manner. "Nonetheless, here are the announcements for today. First..."

As their principal continued to talk, the pitch of his voice started to rise higher and higher until his voice became a squeaky chipmunk. Prank number 4; leak helium into the principal's office.

Kandy looked around and relished in the laughter from her fellow classmates while feeling a surge of pride which reinforced her confidence. She was able to express her more manic ideas in a way that people would find enjoyable as the lines between her boring old self and her new fun spontaneous one blurred; due in no small part to the majority of her time spent as Katelyn's alter-ego.

"And that's all it folks!" Their principal finished as he clicked off the loudspeaker.

"riiiiiinnnnng"

The students in the classroom groaned as they got up and started to make their way to first period. Kandy, however, held her breath and started to rub her hands together under the table.

"It's time for..."

Before she could finish her thought, she heard a loud "POOF" sound echo from the hallway outside. As she got up from her seat and peered out the classroom door to investigate, she saw the entire hallway filled with an ample coating of green powder. Just before school started, Kandy rigged a total of 200 pounds of matcha powder inside the ceilings and setup a timer to go off after the bell to first period.

A moment later, she saw Danny carefully walk down the hall with his books over his head. When she looked over to him, she dug around in her purse and pulled out a large two-person umbrella and shared it umbrella with him as the two walked, hand in hand, to first period.

But as they walked, Danny started to hear people screaming.

"OH MY GOD!" "WHAT THE HECK!" "IT BURNS!"

Danny gasped in shock as he thought to himself, "It's not supposed to hurt. It's just matcha, just matcha..."

He continued to look around and saw some of his classmates rush into a nearby bathroom to clean themselves up. To Danny, he felt his stomach drop as he began to realize the harm their little prank had caused. Kandy, on the other hand, curled her lips and chuckled as she waited her next prank unfold. Prank number 5...

"WHOOSH!"

A loud burst of water rocketed out through the bathroom door and a noticeable pool of water began to accumulate in the halls. Teachers, who were trying to direct traffic and help other students, found themselves slipping on the slippery floor and land face first onto the ground or skid straight into the nearby metal lockers. Danny tugged his girlfriend back towards a nearby wall as they saw the chaos ensue with more students and teachers getting caught in the crossfire which led to multiple injuries all over the place.

Suddenly, a high pitched voice flipped on the school sound-system. "Everyone please evacuate the school. This is NOT a drill! I repeat this is NOT a drill!"

"It was supposed to be funny, it was just a prank..." A shaken Danny thought to himself as he pulled his girlfriend, who was now laughing hysterically, towards an emergency exit while continuing to look back and watch her pranks turn from innocent jokes into utter mayhem.

===

When they reached the football field, Kandy led him underneath the bleachers into a dark corner and attempted to catch her breath and yank off her human mask to get some air. Danny could faintly see her baby blue eyes enlarged and turn into a dark shade of green as she attempted to shed her facade.

"Pheeeeww~ That thing was not my size," she rejoiced as she used her manicured neon-colored fingers to fan her pulsing green skull.

Danny, still petrified by what he just witnessed, wanted to have a serious talk with his girlfriend, not Kandy, about what just happened. He walked over her and reached towards the back of her head and pulled at her exposed green seam.

"NUUUU! AHHHhhhh!" Kandy moaned loudly as she tried to cover her elongated mouth with her hands.

As Danny pulled on the back of her head, green strands of light pierced through the now hardening fibers on her face. Kandy let out an inaudible scream as she felt the strong tendrils detach from the ingrown trenches that dug deep into her scalp. As each tendril released its grasp, her smooth blemish-less face grew wrinkled and dulled from a glowing green to a faded brown. Danny closed his eyes and leaned backwards as he, once again, played a familiar tug-of-war with the mask's magical skin and the human that lay underneath its grasp.

With some elbow grease, Danny plucked her sheen green face off and flew backward onto the grass covered ground with her wooden mask in hand. Katelyn, still a little dazed from the detransformation, slumped against a nearby railing while gently rubbing her sore temples. She turned to her boyfriend as she heard screaming and hysteria coming from inside the school.

"Danny, don't be mad. It was all supposed to be in good fun..." She started to say.

"Fun!? The first few were innocent enough but then..." Danny stared at Katelyn with frustration in his eyes, "...your ideas got out of hand."

Katelyn's eyes slowly narrowed as return a death stare. She grew disgusted by Danny's comment of directing all the blame towards her. While Kandy was technically her id, she neither liked or wanted to be called out for today's turmoil.

"My... idea...?" Katelyn said softly in a low guttural voice. "My... fcking idea!?" She started to scream. "You could've stopped at any time!"

"Stopped what!? I tried to stop you last night, in fact you wanted to go even further!" Danny screamed back.

"You just can't handle the truth..." He sighed as he tapped his forehead against a nearby railing. "That mask is changing you Kat. You're loosing your grip on reality..." Danny mumbled to himself as Katelyn grew more furious at him.

"Fk off!" Katelyn screeched as she grabbed her mask out of his hands and headed back towards the school.

=====

"Everything is funny... as long as it's happening to somebody else"

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

Supporters will have access to special chapters (like Chapter 26.5) and progress updates on upcoming chapters and stories.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: Green-Diamond Skiing, Chapter 26

Heavenly Ski Resort, Lake Tahoe. 2 PM

As the sun rose high over the Sierra Nevada, its glossy landscape shined and provided full visibility to the well kept ski trails for its patrons. On one of those trails, a yellow and green figure was barreling down one of the resort's more moderately difficult trails; the Skyline Trail.

From afar the she looked like an insignificant blur, but to Kandy, she was drowning in wave after wave of adrenaline while showing off her skills. The mask recollected the videos that her other watched while preparing for this trip with Danny. She watched as olympic and X-Games athletes would skillfully maneuver and contort their bodies to speed up, slow down, and race down the mountain side in style. She saw the athletes working their skis on the ground and even perform tricks like spin 360 degrees in the air. She wanted to try it all and with her olympic class physique and stretchy attire she knew that nothing was going to stop her now from truly experiencing the thrill of the sport.

On her way down the summit, she picked up an incredible amount of speed which set her up for some extreme and downright impossible tricks. On flatter parts of the trail, she contoured her body by folding herself into a tight crouch in order to pick up as much speed as possible. And on steeper inclines, she would try to perform some tricks and even catch some air which sometimes propelled her high over other skiers; leaving them behind to eat her snow trail.

Throughout her run, she would occasionally get ogled and cat called from fellow male skiers; further boosting her already inflated ego. She prided herself in being able to go from her other's fledgling skills to becoming a seasoned professional beyond her other's wildest dreams. And to help facilitate prolonging this experience, she occasionally adjusted her cramped helmet to make sure she didn't pose a risk of exposing her crease that nestled deeply beneath her yellow helmet. Sometimes, Kandy just wanted the crease to go away and leave her in full control of her other's life and possibly over the world itself...

As she reached the bottom of the mountain near the lodge, she maneuvered herself to glide over a large boulder and propel herself a hundred feet into the air. Several fellow skiers down at the lodge noticed a yellow dot up in the air. As Kandy gained altitude, the number of onlookers grew and even included professional training instructors who paused their classes just to witness this spectacle.

High up in the air, Kandy spun into a twister and started to perform a death-defying double cork 360,000+; spinning around 360 degrees... thousands of times. As onlookers below shielded their eyes from the snow storm that Kandy whipped up, they held their breath as they witnessed the most jaw-dropping technique any skier had ever performed. But to Kandy, each singular rotation on her skis felt invigorating and natural to her; relishing each revolution in slow-mo. When she finally touched down on the snow floor, she skidded right into the middle of a ring of other skiers, safety crew members, and cute instructors. Her audience cheered for her as they all just witnessed a new world record for cork spins; beating every-single record set by even world renown athletes. Some in the audience pulled out their phones and captured her stunt on video while others approached her and took selfies with the green faced lady. With her heart pumping, her nerves on fire, and her bloodstream fueled with a rush of adrenaline she knew nobody could do better and feasibly challenge her.

She confidently turned to her audience and asked in a husky voice, "anyone up for a little race with me?" Immediately, a series of hands shot up; all willing to challenge the queen of the slopes.

Her exposed green chin and forest green lips smiled at the lot who dared challenge her. As she scanned through the pack of willing candidates and her eyes caught one individual at the back of the crowd. She pointed at the teenager and slowly approached him. The crowd parted way and there stood Danny with his helmet off and his exposed disheveled hair for all to see. Kandy went right up to him and grabbed his jacket collar.

"You and me. Down a diamond trail. Now." She demanded as Danny saw her sweet breath; visible in the cold.

Danny nodded as he lowered his gloved hand on her chin and gently stroked it; making Kandy feel a wave of pleasure bubble in her head. As he dragged his gloved hands, he felt a seam that divided the goddess' green face from her peachy neck underneath and started to pick at it. Kandy sensed this and released her grasp and slid towards the lifts up the mountain.

Once Danny was back on his two feet, he quickly put on his helmet and quickly joined her on a nearby lift.

"Good to see you again..." Danny snickered as they rode the lifts together towards an expert trail. During the entire ride, he just stared longingly at her. Kandy's golden mane blew gently through the wind while her green skin sparkled with the sunlight that beamed down upon her. He couldn't believe his green goddess was here in person; what a strange coincidence.

Once the two reached the top, Kandy and Danny got off the lifts and prepared themselves for the descent down one of the resort's most advanced trails; Ellie's Run.

But before they started, Kandy lifted one end of her pole and poked his torso.

"First to reach the base camp wins. If I win, you give me a massage at the lodge..." She started to say.

"... and if I win, I get to know who you really are," Danny interrupted her.

Kandy thought for a moment. While keeping her real identity a secret was fun and all... she knew she was gonna win no matter what. So why not humor him?

"Deal," she said as she fist bumped her rival and got into position.

The pair counted down together... "3... 2... 1... GO!"

And with that, Kandy audibly revved up her skis and instantly shot into the lead going 0-to-60 miles per hour in less than a second. Just as Danny was about to dig one of his poles into the ground, he was hit with a large face full of Kandy's snow.

As Kandy picked up speed, she looked around and tried to soak in the moment; the wind whistling past her as she rushed past snow covered trees, her eyes looking over the horizon at the clear blue waters of Lake Tahoe and seeing the clouds and mountain ranges surround her. It was truly a scenic sight and something that her magical memories would remember for the rest of time. In fact, she was so absorbed by her surroundings that she didn't even notice her helmet slowly sliding off her smooth skull; briefly exposing the little crease to the sun's rays. And with enough exposure, Katelyn slowly regained consciousness and had a front row seat to her alter-ego's intense skiing action.

As Katelyn's started to awaken, Kandy begun to feel fatigued as her grasp on her other was literally slipping away. To avoid loosing control and potentially getting injured, Kandy quickly adjusted her helmet and wrapped a scarf around her neck. But the damage had been done; Katelyn was now partially awake and started to panic as she saw her reflection through her shiny poles. Didn't she get rid of it? How is she wearing it now? What is she going to do...?

"Morning sleepy head~!" Kandy said out loud. Katelyn could feel her mouth move on its own; like a marionette being controlled by magical green strings.

"After all we've been though, you know I want what's best for us," Kandy continued. "Hell, I'm surprised you wanted to get rid of us; we were really having a lot of fun..."

Katelyn meditated on Kandy's words as the green flesh surrounding her head massaged temples of her skull.

She reminisced over the past few months; moving to a unknown place, being tormented the school's IT girl, finding the mask and then...

The mask kicked it up a notch and started to send tingles down her scalp; simulating a petting sensation upon her blonde mane.

Partying at UCLA, surfing, saving friends from a wildfire, and now skiing... most were things that were on her long term bucket list. And she was able to knock them off in a matter of a few months... And thinking back, maybe it was all just innocent fun... she couldn't recall getting hurt or getting anyone hurt that didn't deserve it.

"You're not wrong... I've sincerely enjoyed my new life here," Katelyn resigned herself as a smile crept on Kandy's face.

"Attagirl~ I'll always have your back. Now sit back and just enjoy the ride!" Kandy said excitedly as she wiped the sweat off her forehead and skidded off another large boulder and soared into the air once again. Katelyn's mistrust for her alter-ego started to melt away as she began to come to a realization about herself; guided by her inner most desires and orgasmic feelings that warmed her up inside.

Time slowed down as Katelyn looked around to see a fresh layer of snow beneath her skis. She was immersed in the open outdoors where she couldn't tell the snow from the sky with a super-natural mask guiding the way. The scenery provided a calm but chilling feeling that ran up and down her spine as she briefly felt one with nature. Kandy looked behind her and realized Danny was on her tail; doing stunts and her brief loss of control caused her to loose track of the race. But that didn't deter her, as the trail widened for the slow zones, she did the exact opposite and picked up even more speed. She zoomed past other beginners and safety instructors and entered a more dangerous trail; a double diamond trail coincidentally named, The Face.

Unlike the first part of the race, the more dangerous trail was literally a steep drop to the base camp below. Kandy narrowed her eyes and swiveled side to side as she dodged a series of trees, poles and other cute skiers and snowboarders on her way to victory. Upon reaching the metal fenced loading zone, she skidded to a stop and launched a large wave of snow at her onlookers who cheered for her. She had won the race and accepted a metal trophy from a rather butch female instructor. After a few minutes of adoration from her new fans, Danny finally caught up with her; now completely exhausted.

The masked lady skid towards the wiped out teen and slipped him a card key.

"You know where to find me looser~" she said as she kissed the side of his helmet and zipped away.

===

Heavenly Ski Resort, Lake Tahoe. 2:30 PM

Kandy was enjoying the warm jets in a luxurious hot tub that had a clear view of the outdoors. Her rubbery green head and her crossed pedicured feet stuck out of the water as she awaited for her lover. Thanks to the mask's thinner texture, she could feel the added warmth from her hot bath bathe the front of her perky face. She suddenly heard a click and the front door of her hotel room opened as Danny entered the loft. He slowly took off his heavy jacket and soaking wet socks as he wandered into the bedroom and then the bathroom to find his goddess bathing in a pool of bubbles and toys.

"Slowpoke~" his queen teased at him as he approached the tub with only his underwear on.

"Nun-uh, I'm not wearing anything under these bubbles... and neither should you," she demanded as she opened out her arms and further raised her feet to the air. Danny blinked but complied as she got her wish.

As Danny slid into the warm bath with the green goddess, she tilted her head and laid back on the edge of the tub with her eyes closed.

"So, who are you?" Danny demanded.

"That's for me to know and you to find out..." Kandy plainly said.

"So you're never going to tell me?" Danny asked point-blank.

Kandy giggled to herself, "well, if you knew who I was, would you still love me the same?"

Danny vigorously nodded.

"Are you sure about this?" Katelyn asked her alter-ego.

"He probably already knows. How many green faced ladies do you think he knows?" Kandy quipped back as the mask gripped harder onto her skull; in anticipation.

"Ok. I trust you," Katelyn said to herself as Kandy simultaneously said the same phrase out loud. She opened her eyes while slowly approaching and positioning his hands against her crease.

This was it, Danny was about to know who the green faced lady was. Danny started to dig into the surprisingly small crease at the back of her smooth head and pulled as hard as he could. The soft rubber skin was tough to peel off and return back to its original wooden state. Unlike previous unmaskings, this time Kandy wanted to give Danny one last challenge. If he was determined enough, he would get his answer. If he didn't, then she would remain a mystery until she felt like taking it off herself in private. And after pulling the thick layers of green flesh a few feet away from her head, the mask quickly morphed back to its original wooden texture and came off her face with a satisfying pop. Danny flew back towards the other end of the tub as he held the magical mask in his hands.

"surprise~" Katelyn whispered softly. She didn't know how Danny would react or whether the reveal was too much for him.

Suddenly Danny threw the mask to the side of the Jacuzzi and fully embraced his girlfriend; finally satisfying his need to know who his goddess was all along.

They say love lasts a lifetime; but this wasn't love... more like puppy love.

=====

Secret's out! How will Danny fare with this new perspective...?

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.

Supporters will have access to special chapters (like Chapter 26.5) and progress updates on upcoming chapters and stories.

[manifestbound]

A Masked Teen: To Tahoe! Chapter 25

As the seasonal downpour subsided, it gave way to not only much needed rainfall in the NorCal basin but also ample amount of snow up north; perfect for recreational activities in Lake Tahoe for Katelyn and Danny.

At the crack of dawn, both moms took turns driving Danny's family SUV northbound towards the snowy bastion of Lake Tahoe. The trip took a total of six hours; five for the 300 mile trek and an extra hour thanks to Bay Area traffic and single lane congestion near the lake. Along the way, a still drowsy Katelyn watched out the window as she zoomed past small towns, wide open farmland, and pine tree forests that covered the slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range. When the four finally exited the interstate, Danny started to excitedly rummage through his backpack; getting ready to disembark for their destination, the Heavenly Ski Resort. Apt for its name, the ski resort featured a wide variety of well-kept ski trails from green beginners routes to more advanced diamond trails. To Danny, this trip was less about having fun skiing and more about teaching his girlfriend how to ski in an effort to get some quality bonding time with her. But for Katelyn, her mind was somewhere else. She had been harboring some particular thoughts about the mask and soon it was time for her to act.

===

South Tahoe, California. 12 PM

Once their parents dropped them off at the resort, Danny took Katelyn's hand and led her into the sports rental store to get fitted. She already had the Oakley goggles from Danny, and she was further fitted with a neutral gray helmet, ski boots, skis, and poles. Afterwards, the two got their tickets and waited on a line to ride the "Gondola" lifts up the mountain.

"Dang, we got lucky. The weather cleared up just in time for the lift to open up," Danny said excitedly. Katelyn shrugged and slid a hand into her pocket; grazing the cracked wooden texture of the mask.

After a few minutes of riding the "Gondola" lifts up the side of the mountain, the two disembarked and headed to the nearby Tamarack lodge to gear up and start training. Over the next hour, Danny attempted to teach Katelyn some basic ski techniques such as bending her knees and the pizza position. And after more than a dozen face-plants and belly flops... Katelyn finally learned to avoid tripping on her skis.

"Let's... take... a... break," Katelyn said between gasps of air. The combination of exerting herself up at a high elevation made her feel queasy and light-headed.

Danny nodded and helped her to a nearby bench while pulling out some water bottles from his backpack. They both took off their helmets and sat next to each other as the sun shined down on the snow covered ground.

"You're getting the hang of it! Soon you'll be ready to go on that," Danny said as he pointed at a nearby sign that read "Big Easy".

"In fact, mind if I show you how easy it is?" he asked. She nodded and Danny put on his helmet and headed towards the people-mover for the hill. Katelyn carefully watched as Danny headed towards the trail and once he was out of sight, she slowly stood up and walked to the back of the lodge; with her mask in hand.

After six months with the mask, she felt ready to let it go and get rid of it; once and for all. She acknowledged that she had some good times with it: her first time surfing that one night, stopping a blaze near Aunt Peggy's place, and even rescuing Danny from his ex on Halloween. But recently, the mask started to take a toll on her mental health with the numerous mirage encounters with her alter-ego, the reoccurring wet dreams of her dominating random people, and the sheer embarrassment at Danny's Christmas Party. And after Danny came to see her after New Years, she finally decided she had enough; it wasn't worth the mental stress despite how strong the urges were to continue wearing it and warp the world around her. After this trip, she would also send Aunt Peggy the sister mask and controller back; finally ridding her of any magical artifacts from her possession.

She reached the edge of a cliff, at the back of the lodge, and chucked the mask into the clearing; forever out of her hands. Or though she thought...

Like a boomerang, the mask flew right back and hit her square in her chest causing her to fall on her back on the snowy ground and cough up some drool upon the mask's metal forehead. She cursed to herself and tried a different approach. She regained composure and positioned the wooden slab in front of her and kicked it, like a kickball, and flung the mask high into the sky. After a minute of trying to spot the wretched wooden artifact, she turned around and started to head back to the benches out front. But gravity wouldn't be Katelyn's friend today and the mask fell back down and landed squarely on her head.

Upon impact, the hard mask knocked her unconscious and started to turn mushy as it came alive to transform her in broad daylight. Since Katelyn wasn't currently wearing her helmet, each rubbery tendril had to act fast to not only spread itself on her noggin but also keep her warm to prevent her from freezing in the cold climate. Each of the dozen soft wooden tendrils dragged itself over the edges of her face; attempting to stick to a layer of perspiration on her skin. As the tendrils grew longer and looser, the fibrous cracks started to emit a series of green sparks; akin to kindling at a camp fire. And in no time, the series of green slime covered every inch of her pale skin and reached the point of no return at the back of her head.

Once each individual tendril joined at the crown of her head, the unconscious teen was spun into a thundersnow that not only expelled flashes of lightening but also whipped up a cyclone of snow that encapsulated the teenager's helpless body. From within the vortex of snow and lightening, the mask's gelatinous shell started to clamp down hard on every part of her face. Due to the sheer amount of pressure applied to the muscles around her eyes, the balls of her eyes briefly pop out of her sockets and changed her irises to a deep emerald green. Next her mouth was remolded from her average rosy pink lips into a fuller and more vibrant shade of forest green. Her cheeks puffed outwards to help accentuate her chiseled face. The mask already made quick work on her ears by completely trapping both sides under the mask's green rubbery flesh; using its openings to attach itself directly into her brain. And lastly, her blonde hair became more voluminous as it grew longer and applied a perm to perfectly straighten her mane.

While the mask reshaped the top of her body, the rest of her body started to also rework itself to take on a more olympic form. All traces of body hair were wiped away as her breasts grew in size while her torso etched a solid six-pack. Her arms and legs bulked up while maintaining a feminine well-toned form. Lastly, her butt bounced outwards as it perked up and enlarged; completing Katelyn's inner most desired athletic physique. Over her rapidly changing form, her heavy North Face jacket and Patagonia pants ripped into shreds and morphed with the surrounding snow to form a single tight ski suit with only one small zipper that went from the top of her breasts down her torso. Her new suit's minimalistic and slick white material further extenuated and exposed her upgraded olympic body.

Once her face, body and outfit were reshaped to her deepest desires, the cyclone threw her upward and Kandy sauntered out of the vortex. In broad daylight, Kandy caressed every part of her body; from her luscious green pulsing head to her new skin tight ski suit. A new queen was on the slopes and she couldn't wait to show off.

But she looked around and realized that it was still daylight; the mask wasn't supposed to work in the day...

She pondered for a moment and then brought her delicate manicured fingers towards her forehead to wipe off some leftover residue. She looked at the spittle in between her fingers and, without hesitation, placed them into her mouth to give it a taste. Almost instantly, her transformed head began to throb and grow a series of pulsating veins around her temples and down her scalp. She could hear her mask's rubbery texture strain as her face was pulled firm and stretched itself even thinner over each one of her womanly facial features. Kandy groaned out loud as the crease at the back of her head aggressively folded itself inwards until it shrunk down to a just sliver; one millimeter in length. After a minute of realigning her head, Kandy took a deep breath and used the same finger to graze the edge of her lush, and even more polished, face. In this daytime form, most of the mask's magical tissue was now concentrated within her nagging crease which left a thinner, almost latex-like, consistency covering the rest of her face rather than the slightly thicker rubbery coating that she was used to. She turned towards a metallic beam on the side of the lodge and looking longingly at herself. It had been a very-very long time since she was able to see herself during the day and she was glad to finally be able to strut her stuff under the praise of the sun. Kandy did mention to her other that there was a way to bend the rules and it looked like Kandy was going to take full advantage of that today.

She grinned at her own reflection and pulled out a slick new yellow helmet out from her cleavage and roughly slid it over her masked face. The goddess knew that she needed to completely cover the remaining crease or else risk transforming back too soon. Then with her matching white ski boots, she dashed back to the benches and grabbed the Oakley goggles that Danny gifted her. As soon as she touched the goggles, it transformed itself from its original turquoise-green color to a bright emerald-green visor that snapped to the opening of her new helmet. Her outfit was now complete; a skin-tight white olympic suit with a stylized yellow helmet and emerald visor over her magical and powerful new face.

She grabbed her poles, grew a pair of skis from the soles of her boots and got into position. Then a pair of rockets slid up from the ends of her skis and propelled her through up the mountain side; towards a more advanced trail to test out her new body.

=====

Welcome the new queen of the slopes!

Let me know your thoughts by leaving a like and reblogging this chapter if you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see more stories in the future, please consider supporting me with some coffee for my late-night writing sessions.