Practice to Deceive (AKA Housesitting) excerpt: home from school to mask

Housesitting (working title) tells the story of Billy, a young teenager who has an unusual obsession: he likes to cross dress... as his mother. When Billy is left alone for a week, a realistic mask and his uncanny disguise skills allow him to actually become his target - but even while exploring a double life, Billy is still a teenager with teenage responsibilities.

In this excerpt, an excited Billy begins to transform himself from a teenage boy into a mature, older woman - his own mother. (This is just one of the transformation scenes in the book.)

Remember, by reading this excerpt you may spoil yourself for the final novel.

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He put the see-through lace bra to one side, and started to look for the other items that would make up his fantasy ensemble. As always, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few images of the lingerie drawer, recording exactly where everything was so he could recreate their position later on.

Then he dove in, retrieving all the items he wanted and laying them out on the bed. What he’d ended up with wasn’t the all-red ensemble he’d hoped for, but still aroused him deeply.

He felt almost light headed as he picked up the pair of red satin panties he’d been daydreaming of. They wouldn’t match the rest of his underwear, but he didn’t care; he wanted to feel them on his skin so badly. He slipped them on quickly, pulling them up and into place, clasping his erect cock. The touch of the material took his breath away.

The bra he’d selected was black, not red, but it enhanced his breast forms in the best possible way. He slipped them into the cups and adjusted the straps over his shoulders, turning to the side to admire his new bust line.

Normally his next step would be to add his corset and faithful bodyshaper, which evened out his curves perfectly… but today he was going to spare himself, he decided. He’d just suck in his tummy when he took photos. Instead he rolled on a pair of the darkest stockings his mother owned, purring in satisfaction as he clipped them to a garter belt that matched the scarlet panties.

He glanced at his look in the mirror. It wasn’t ideal; the black bra and dark stockings contrasted with the red panties and garter belt… but that didn’t really matter. His erection was still there and he knew the outfit would look fantastic in photos, especially as he wasn’t wearing his corset or bodyshaper - which might have given him flattering curves, but wasn’t designed to be seen. All that he needed to do now was cover his face and he’d be ready.

He sat down at his mother’s dresser and stretched his wig cap into place. Then he turned the wig stand around, making Linda ‘look’ at him. “Thanks for being so patient, Linda,” he said. “I hope you didn’t mind waiting while I figured out what to wear.”

“No problem,” he heard ‘Linda’ say. “You look fantastic. Is it time for me to take over?”

“In a few minutes,” he confirmed. He opened the adhesive bottle and began to paint his face, moving the brush swiftly and decisively. It didn’t take too long before a familiar smell hung in the air, and he was ready.

“This is your cue,” he said quietly as he carefully detached the mask from the stand. Taking a deep breath, he turned it inwards toward him, then rose it to his face and pressed the material against his flesh.

A moan escaped his lips as soon as the mask touched him, an involuntary reaction, and he felt his cock stiffening rapidly as he pressed down on the mask. He was taking something of a risk, rolling on the mask from his temples - it was smarter to move upwards from the throat - but he didn’t care. He was lost in his fantasy. Billy Merrill, master of disguise… he imagined a camera was moving around him, capturing every moment, as he completed his transformation without cuts, without trick shots or editing. He groaned again as he moved his fingers downward, smoothing out wrinkles, tracing the outline of his mother’s features as they covered his own, subsuming his identity.

As soon as her lips curled over his, he spoke in her voice once more. “Mmm… oh Billy, you know exactly what I like, don’t you? You know exactly how to make me come alive… in so many ways.” His hands continued to move, continued to press down, ensuring the fit was perfect, that he had made no mistakes. He was confident, though. Nothing could stop him. He was in total control.

In a matter of minutes Billy was gone. Linda’s face - free of makeup, and the many other small touches it needed to be just right - smiled back at her son’s eyes from the mirror. Billy blew himself a kiss, slipped in his false teeth, and then placed the requisite contact lenses in his eyes. Then he started to work on his makeup, starting with the careful blurring of the unreality of the mask, and the reality of his own skin.

Practice to Deceive (AKA Housesitting) is now available.