Luke was meeting his lawyer, Susan, today. He met with her every month. Today would be the last time. She was probably expecting him to resign his attempts at appeal. If so, then she was only half right. He was being held in a minimum-security prison and he was a model prisoner. As such, he was able to express his creative side. He had three oil paintings on his cell walls. He had painted them himself using paints and canvas ordered by mail. There were several newspaper clippings, covering his trial, stuck on the walls as well. They all included pictures of Susan.Hidden behind one of the paintings were his greatest achievements to date. Working from the photographs, he had made a realistic mask of her face, complete with makeup. The guards, who weren’t artists, had no idea that some of the bottles were not latex paint, but the kind of liquid latex used for making masks.Yes, today would be his last meeting with Susan and his first taste of real freedom in five years. She was escorted to his cell at 10:00, a time when the rest of the inmates were outside. The guard had no reason to watch them. This was a quiet facility and no one had tried to escape. Until today, that is. Susan was tall for a woman and she didn’t have much of a figure. In other words, her build was similar to his. She was not unattractive, but she usually didn’t rate a second look. That was also to his advantage and one of the reasons he had chosen her to represent him. He knew he was going to prison and he had figured her into his escape plans.
Luke didn’t waste any time in knocking her out. Their sessions were limited to fifteen minutes and it would take almost all of it for him to trade places with her. He caught her as she fell and laid her on his cot. He stripped off his minimal prison attire: shirt, pants, socks, shoes, and put them next to her. Then he carefully stripped her. She was wearing a white suit jacket with a matching skirt and lace sleeveless blouse. Under that she had on a white lace bra. She was wearing open-toed sandals with two-inch heels which slid easily off her stockinged legs. As he removed her beige pantyhose, he paused for a few seconds to smell the crotch of them. This was a smell he was fond of and hadn’t enjoyed for a long time.
He broke off from his thoughts of evenings to come and carefully slid the pantyhose up his own legs. After “lights out” last night, he had slowly and carefully shaven all the hair from his chest, arms, and legs. This was his first time wearing hosiery and he found that he enjoyed the feel of the fabric against his newly shaven legs. He tucked his manhood between his legs before pulling the panty all the way up. This would keep any bulges from showing through the tight skirt. He put on her shoes and was pleased to see that they were wearable even if his heel did stick out a bit in the back. He then reached behind one of his paintings on the wall and pulled out several pieces of latex as well as a small container of liquid latex.
He took one of his larger brushes and applied a thin coat to his chest. He picked up a piece of latex which he had formed into the shape of women’s breasts and pressed them onto his chest, trapping the air inside them. He went around the outside of them with the brush to make sure no air escaped and to blend the seams with his body. While waiting for that to dry, he picked up the mask he had made of Susan. He applied some liquid latex on the inside of it; especially around the eyeholes, nose, cheeks, and lips. Susan had once admitted to him that she wore a wig during the day, so it was a simple matter for him to take it off her and put it on himself. He took a quick look in the mirror above the sink and was very satisfied with the topless woman who looked back at him and smiled.
The bra went on easily but fit loosely since his fake breasts were too small to fill it. He didn’t think anyone would be able to spot the difference. He slid her shell over his head, tucked it in her skirt and put her blazer on. Her watch barely fit around his wrist though her necklace fell perfectly between his fake breasts. Her earrings looked to be a problem. She had pierced ears and he didn’t. They were on metal posts that felt a bit sharp so he just took a deep breath and pushed them through his lobes. He slid the backs on them and hoped the tiny bit of blood would go unnoticed under the shoulder-length brunette wig. He now had the hardest half complete as he looked as close to Susan as possible.
He picked up the last piece of latex. It was a full head mask of him, complete with short black hair. He slid it over her head, making sure that she was still unconscious at the same time. Then he dressed her in his prison uniform and sat her with her back to the cell as he had done several times when she left. He took a few seconds to get the feel of the clothes, which felt very nice, and the role he was about to play. Then he tapped lightly on the bars and called out “I’m ready” in a good imitation of Susan’s voice. As the guard opened the door, the new Susan told him “He’s having another of his tantrums,” and walked toward the exit with the guard following as was customary.
He was having a tiny bit of a problem with the heels but he shifted his center of balance lower than usual and even noticed a slight swaying of his hips as he walked in them. “It’s no wonder that women look so sexy in these things,” he thought. He walked through all the checkpoints without a second glance. These people were used to Susan visiting and they didn’t see anything amiss as he just walked out of the prison. When he reached the parking lot, he realized that he hadn’t thought this far ahead. He dug in her purse looking for the car keys, hoping the make of car would be printed on them and found the car alarm control at the end of the keychain. This was another dilemma solved in the easiest way.
He just walked as naturally as he could down the first row of cars pressing the disable button until he saw the lights blink on a car and heard the accompanying chirp. “Nice business,” he thought, “This lady can afford a white Cadillac.” He kept walking at the same pace until he reached the car. He bent over and tossed the purse and briefcase onto the passenger seat. Then he sat down and swung both legs into the car at once as he had seen women do. The car started without hesitation and he drove off, being careful to stay just under the speed limit. He didn’t know where he was going, but spotted a sign pointing to an interstate just a few miles down the road.
It was a cool spring day outside and his legs were getting cold so he turned on the car heater. He found the warm air flowing through his stockinged legs and under the skirt very erotic. “I really don’t need to get aroused now,” he thought, “A bulge under my skirt may not land me back in prison, but it would cause undue attention.” He noticed a sign for a department store a few exits ahead and decided he could do with a change of wardrobe followed by a change of identity. A quick check of her purse in the parking lot revealed eight dollars and change plus a few credit cards. A check on the back of one showed that Susan’s signature was just a few characters with lines and easily faked. Armed with the credit card, he ventured into the store. There was no problem selecting a pair of denim jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt with a cartoon character print. Just for good measure, he picked up a women’s magazine and a pair of pantyhose. He also looked for things on sale and found some light bulbs, toilet paper, and fruit drinks. “This should give the impression that I’m out for the weekly shopping,” he thought, “I’ll get underwear after I change back to myself and am far away from here.”
He got back on the interstate and drove for almost an hour before he spotted a rest area. It wasn’t as deserted as he had hoped for, but it would do. He took the clothes and put them in a separate bag, grabbed the purse too and went into the ladies room. Luckily he didn’t have to wait for a stall so he quickly slipped in and shut the door. “Might as well not waste the opportunity,” he thought so he slid the pantyhose down, pulled the skirt up above his waist, and sat down to relieve himself. When he finished, he pulled the pantyhose back up, making sure to put things back where they were. He had to be Susan long enough to get back to the car at least. He slid off her shoes and wiggled his toes for a bit before putting on the jeans. He unzipped the skirt and slid it off over his head. Closely following it were the jacket, shell, and bra. These he dropped into the bag with one hand after he removed the sweatshirt and sneakers with the other. It was no problem putting on the sweatshirt, but he had to sit down again to put on and tie the canvas shoes.
He put her shoes into the bag and flushed the toilet. He picked up the purse and bag and exited the stall. Giving himself a quick check in the mirror to confirm that everything was in place and he still looked like a woman, albeit one dressed for yard work, he walked back to the car. Even though women’s clothes produced some remarkable feelings, he was glad to be back in more familiar attire. He got back on the road and continued heading West. By now, the real Susan must have recovered and they would be looking for him. He went to remove the mask and found it was on securely. The fake breasts also seemed to be stuck on his chest entirely too well. “I guess I’m going to be stuck as Susan for a while longer,” he admitted to himself, “but I had better get rid of the car as soon as possible.” He thought for a few minutes while driving and realized that he could still get some use from being a woman. He found her lace blouse in the bag without losing track of the road and did a quick change from sweatshirt to blouse when traffic was light around him. He wasn’t sure if the guy in the car ahead of him got a good glimpse at his breasts and he didn’t care.
He pulled off at the next town and located a bar. Changing back into the heels, a quick touch of mascara, lipstick, and eyeliner, and he was ready to find a man with a car. It was clearly visible through the lace top that this girl was not wearing a bra which should be more than enough to attract some horny guy with little or no brains. He hadn’t even made it to the counter before a guy in cowboy boots, jeans, and a flannel shirt was eyeing what he thought would be his catch of the day. After what seemed hours filled with pickup lines and small talk, during which Luke forced himself to laugh at bad jokes, he managed to leave the bar with Jim after being treated to a greasy burger and three or four watered down drinks. He walked a bit unsteady on purpose to mislead Jim into thinking the woman had too much to drink. Jim offered to take her home which probably meant his home since Luke had used that line on women himself. Excusing herself to get some things from the car, he got Susan’s briefcase and the bag with the clothes in it. He didn’t know what was in the briefcase, but it could be of use later.
Jim was waiting for his date in his pickup truck with the door open. He put the case and bag on the floor then climbed in after them. It was a short drive to Jim’s place, but Jim didn’t make it inside under his own power. As soon as Jim unlocked the door, Luke hit him with the briefcase knocking him unconscious. Luke dragged the body inside and closed the door before turning on the light. He inspected the body and got a perverse thought. A thorough search of the house turned up all the items he needed to finish the plan. Luckily for Luke, Jim was also of a similar build. When he finished a few hours later, Jim was now a perfect double for Susan except the mask and breasts were now secured with super glue as were Jim’s lips. Luke was now comfortably in all male clothes while Jim was wearing the suit and skirt that Susan had worn that morning. He put the new Susan in the truck, took her back to the bar, and put her in the car. Before locking the doors, he put Jim’s hands on the wheel and used the super glue to keep them there.
Luke left the purse and the bag with Jim, but kept the case. He also had Jim’s wallet which held a lot of cash. Apparently Jim was expecting to pay for sex tonight. It would take the police a long time to get Jim out of the car and determine who was behind the mask. By that time, Luke planned to be several states away, maybe even in a different country.
