The first test (Darien pt 1)

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Darien could barely believe his eyes. "Oh my god," he said in a stunned tone, as he looked at his brand new face in the nearby mirror.

"It's perfect," he told himself. "Just perfect."

The face, a latex-silicone mask that Darien had created himself, was of a woman who until this moment, did not exist. This was Darien's newest project; a completely invented person, a woman who would only come to life when Darien became her. A fresh start. A new look. A whole new life.

Darien looked back and forth at this new face, noting the makeup he'd carefully applied, the wig he'd glued to the mask's bare scalp. He still wasn't entirely sure about the color of her hair; a brunette look seemed almost dull, pedestrian. Perhaps he'd try a different wig, or maybe dye this one, he thought.

Everything else, however, was exactly as he'd hoped. The thin, arched eyebrows. The wide, sensuous lips. The eyes that somehow seemed to always be flirting, regardless of "her" facial expressions. From the initial sketches and research to the painstaking sculpting, mold-making and final makeup application, Darien had a vision of what he wanted this woman to look like. He'd made that vision come to life.

Now he would do so much more with it. With her. As her.

Picking up his "bedazzled" pink phone case - a holdover from a previous identity - he started to snap selfies of his new look. There were still problems, still tiny imperfections that he knew he would have to address. But he also knew he was capable of that. Of almost anything now.

"Well," he said in a low, feminine and undeniably sexy tone. "This is definitely a good start. There's a long way to go, though."

The woman he had created winked at him from the mirror. "Don't get too cocky yet. This is only the beginning of our time together... but I feel confident that we'll enjoy ourselves.

Darien nodded, as the woman in the mirror nodded too. Her eyes dropped down to the incongruous sweat pants and sneakers he wore, paired with a tank top, over which was draped the loose neck of the mask, which covered his throat and upper torso. There were no breasts attached yet, but there would be. There was so much more for this woman to become.

"Are you ready?" Darien asked his new reflection.

"So fucking ready," the woman replied, the corners of her mouth lifting into a seductive smile. "Just tell me what to do, baby."

One of her fingers pushed hair back over her ear once more, the fake nails Darien had applied contributing to the illusion he saw when he stood closer to the mirror. Taking a step forward, he watched as everything about him that was male vanished outside of the mirror's gaze.

All that was left was her.

"So ready," she repeated. She smiled, lifting her chin, giving the mirror a stern stare. "Ready to teach, that is. Class will soon be in session." She looked very serious for a moment, but Darien noted with approval that somehow those eyes, those lips, still seemed like an enticing, alluring sight. "Those kids won't know what hit them," she said with a low chuckle.

Between his legs, Darien felt himself stir.

"My name is Ms. Jenkins," she said. "I'll be your new teacher... and I'm looking forward to getting to know each and every one of you... very well indeed."

With a knowing laugh, she turned from the mirror and walked away.