Me, Myself and I - Part 2

Me, Myself and I – Part 2

By sammig82 and Jet

Author's note: Streamer's name 'Jol-x-Cosplayer' from the 'sneak peak' has been changed to 'LunaMay'.

Damian Hanz was getting agitated. He was anxious because he had not seen LunaMay – his favorite streamer by far - for a third night in a row. This would probably be the hundred and second DM (direct message) he had sent on OnlyFans. There was no response from Luna. As long as he could remember, she had never ignored any of his messages, much less canceled any of her scheduled streams. Odd since guaranteed DM responses and streams were part of that $300 monthly subscription he was paying for. Problematic to say the least, after all he was her biggest fan and spent the last thirteen months subbed to the highest tier. At least, he would like to think so, of course to ‘Luna’ which was Jolene’s online handle, Damian was just another paypig. Something must’ve been up, Luna was one of the best streamers out there! How could she be abandoning her loyal simps like this? Or what if something bad happened to her- Damian sweat bullets before he decided what to do next.

With a phone in his hand, Damian started dialing 911.

“This is 911. What is your emergency?” the female operator who by now had sounded familiar to him asked.

“Please hear me out this time, Miss Operator,” Damian pleaded, before adding, “At least, check on her. Just… just make sure that she’s safe.”

“We don’t have her address. We don’t even have a real ID,” the operator said as she tried to be as patient as she could.

“... Well, I know now,” Damian said while looking around to admire every poster of LunaMay he had collected and framed on every wall in his room. Begrudgingly he had to use information of Luna from a dox he collected on the internet a few months ago.

Hopefully it was still up to date… Wait, her real name is Jolene, and she has a kid? That implied she had a boyfriend at minimum, wait, whatever happened to LunaMay being ‘pure’? He sighed, her safety was more important than her potentially being yet another whore.

The operator went to work upon hearing the information, though was rather perplexed on where he got this info. Of course, there were already hundreds of swatting ‘pranks’ being pulled by trolls on streamers such as LunaMay, with one even ending up fatal so he had to be wise with his words. This only hastened Damian’s heartbeat as the thought of Luna even being harmed in any way by some pig would be enough for him to neck himself right now.

“I’m not asking for you to send the SWAT, just need a friendly neighborhood cop checking on the residence. You don’t have to reveal anything private, just let me know if she’s ok,” Damian reasoned as if reading the operator’s mind, as they tend to get gung-ho as always.

The bobbing head of a limited edition LunaMay figurine, rendered in a faux-anime art style stood atop of his flashy water-cooled CPU case. It seemingly nodded as if it agreed with what Damian had just told the operator in order to make sure no SWAT team entered the house. There was certainly no reason for the lady on the other side of the line to refuse him, as he hoped whoever she sent was going to be gentle.

**

At the ripe age of forty-one, Peter Riley had gone through plenty of ups and downs in terms of personal relationships and his professional career. Meeting Jolene again brought up a lot of happy memories. He was indeed a popular young man, especially with the opposite sex. Garland High basketball team made it to its first-ever state finals when he was the captain and the point guard with an average PPG of 30. He would have been drafted if not for what appeared to be a career-ending injury to his right elbow during the final game of his senior year.

Since then, he graduated high school and went to college before dropping out to enroll in the LA police academy. After putting on the uniform, he settled down and got married. That was his first marriage which ended less than five years later before giving love another shot with his second wife a couple of years after that. Even that did not last as she was caught having an affair with his colleague and partner. With two sons and a daughter across the two marriages, Peter had it rough when it came to sustaining relationships.

As a result, Peter had not been seeing anyone for the last couple of years except for several flings with women he had met in bars or at work. Being transferred to this part of the city, and then running into Jolene had been something he had never expected that would light up his passion once more. Despite being a heartthrob during his high school days, Jolene was the first girl he had ever gone serious with. Heck, he could still clearly remember her name when he could barely remember his first wife’s.

“Are you sure this is the address?” Riley spoke into the radio clipped on the shoulder of his form-fitting uniform. All his muscles were showing through, and he was glad that he did not slack on his workout routine.

“Affirmative, Sergeant. That’s a… Miss Jolene Hanshaw. Number 12, Alamos Street,” the operator verified.

“Alright… I’m going to order a couple of my men to check on the civilian,” Riley lied as if he was going to let his subordinate perform such an important task.

Stepping out of his patrol vehicle, the Sergeant strut towards a couple of his deputies whom he had posted on watch duty to make sure that the violent thug, Clay Dillingham would not be returning and causing any harm in the neighborhood. There were valid concerns for Jolene as she had seen his face before he had escaped through the back of her house.

Six civilians including four bank security personnel died during the heist, and Riley had vowed to catch that son of a bitch, no matter what. They did not give Dilingham the moniker ‘Butcher’ for nothing.

The CSI team had found nothing conclusive from Hanshaw’s place saved for the rather gaudy but powerful PC setup both in hers and her son’s room. That was when Riley had suspected Jolene’s somewhat secretive line of work. He was never a judgemental person, except for motherfuckers like Dilingham, but still, the revelation came as a surprise. After looking her up on the platform and viewing some of her latest videos, the veteran officer was rather impressed with how well his old flame had kept herself in shape.

“Any signs of the suspect, officers?”

“Negative, Sarge!” Deputy Walsh reported.

“What about the civilian? Anything unusual?”

“Nothing in particular… Just… Just a…” Deputy Bently hesitated a little. Riley could see his face was flushed.

“Just a what, officers?”

“It’s nothing, Sarge. Just some moans and grunts… like when someone’s in pleasure…” Walsh said.

“Alright, you can stop right there officer! I’m asking you to stay on watch! Not to pry!” Riley interrupted with a stern warning to his two young deputies.

If the officers had not been distracted by peculiar noises, they would have noticed that Ashton Hanshaw, Jolene’s teenage son, had not exited the premise since entering two days ago. The teenager had probably already missed a couple of days of school. No one had gotten in or out of the house since the incident.

“When was the last check-in on the civilian?”

“Yesterday… evening, Sarge,” Bentley answered.

Not good enough, Riley thought. He made sure his displeasure was known to the two officers via his expression as he walked past them toward Hanshaw’s door. The sergeant would have done an hourly check on the mother and son if he was not obligated to be elsewhere investigating Dilingham’s whereabouts. Witness protection had always been a finicky job and he hated them to no end. But this was different. He would have posted himself here 24/7 if he could.

Riley could hear rush shuffling and footsteps not long after the doorbell rang. It seemed like the occupants were taking forever to respond, or maybe, he was just eager to see her in person. When the door finally cracked open, the middle-aged officer’s heart was beating fast as he greeted the lovely redhead. Jolene was looking weary as if she had not been having a good sleep.

“Hey, Jolene. How are you holding up?”

“I’m… I’m good… Just a little shaken up, you know,” the 41-year-old said.

“Totally understandable, I mean you’ve just come off from a confrontation with a dangerous criminal. I can hook you up with a therapist if you feel like it.”

“No, no, no… I think I’m okay. Just, you know, need some time to chill,” Jolene said.

“Take all the time you need… Oh, speaking of which, HQ has been receiving numerous calls from your… patrons. You know, maybe you can do something to reassure them that you’re fine… or something,” Riley blushed a little as he said it.

Afterward, it was the lady’s turn to blush, and Riley could see that before he quickly moved to tell her that no one should be judgemental of her profession. He had all the respect for women like her and was even amazed that she had not given in to the temptation of baring it all.

“Thanks. Well, it bought us a good life,” Jolene said while signaling the house before adding, “, especially after Danny’s passing.”

“Does your son…”

“He probably knew but decided to pretend otherwise.”

“You raise a good kid right there,” Riley said but immediately detected sorrow in Jolene’s expression.

“Anyway, thanks for checking in on us… you know, making sure we’re safe,” Jolene said before abruptly moving to hug the officer.

Riley was taken aback by the sudden affection. He had not felt such warmth and love for quite a long time now. Her scent and softness were almost intoxicating. Even more conspicuously was her bountiful bosom squeezed between them.

“Thank you, Peter,” Jolene whispered into his ear. Her breath was warm and minty.

“Anything for you, Jolene,” came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He was supposed to give the usual response of “it’s my job” but Riley just could not help it.

As they pulled away from each other, Riley thought he caught the lady smiling at what he had just said. Or was it a smirk?

**

As soon as he had the door shut and locked behind him, Clay Dillingham was in a playful mood. The criminal in hiding enjoyed the power he was holding over such a high-ranking officer, something he had never experienced before. Then, he was reminded of what the cop had just told him. He cursed quietly. He should have ‘listened’ to what the lady’s skin was telling him. From the memories he had now possessed, her eager ‘sponsors’ would make all the noise if she was to ignore her daily routine and her streams.

Already feeling sorry for firing the ‘costume gun’ at the young man and turning him into a skinsuit, Clay felt compounded by the obligation to make up for his sins. Besides, he was now caught between a rock and a hard place, especially with the cops on the hunt for him. Even if he could somehow escape the authorities, the gang with its new leadership would want to make sure he would not live to see the light of day.

Swaying Jolene’s sexy hips sensually back into the master bedroom, Clay could see the mess he had made. And the most significant of them was the deflated form of Ashton Hanshaw. There were Jolene’s clothes and lingerie everywhere. Assorted bras and panties along with negligee and cosplay attires were lying all over the bed and the carpeted floor. A pair of pink lacy thong were hanging from the overhead lamp while stockings could be seen draping over her three-panel full-length mirror by her spacious walk-in closet.

To be alone in the room of a gorgeous woman for the very first time, it was no wonder Clay chose to indulge himself ceaselessly for the past couple of days. He had had his moment of grief for Ashton whom he wished he had not shot. The young man somewhat reminded himself of his past when his own mother fell victim to the crossfire of gang rivalry. He could have made up to the boy by staying on as his mother. He could have treated him like he was his own while keeping up with the facade. There were no qualms for him to keep on living as a stunning woman who happened to be doing rather well by herself. Ashton would have discovered pleasant changes with Mom when she decided to spend time together at a Dodgers game in Elysian Park. The teenager would have benefited from the affection of both a mom, and a ‘dad’ without being the wiser.

But, he had to go barging in on ‘mom’ stroking another man’s cock – emerging from between her vaginal lips. Clay could not afford the son to go into shock and go screaming at the cops posted outside the house. It was both a hard and easy decision. Grabbing the taser-like pistol from the bedside table, the replaced Jolene turned her own son literally into a shell of his former existence.

Try as he could, Clay found no way of turning Ashton back. Firing up the device at his crumpled skin did nothing except give it an odd glow that lasted no more than a few seconds. Nothing else happened. As someone who was as coldblooded as himself, hence the nickname the ‘butcher’, he had never been so heartbroken, not since his mother’s death.

Slap!

The new Jolene had both her gentle hands stuck on her cheeks after striking them to wake herself up from the grief. Time to honor them – both mother and son. Bringing herself back to her feet, Jolene returned to doing what she does best. Her fans had waited long enough.

“Let us put on a good show!”

**

“I’m glad she’s safe and sound!” Damian gleefully cheered in solitude as the screen of his monitor lit up. He couldn’t help but feel the rush of that parasocial relationship ushering in some sweet dopamine as patiently waited for his favorite streamer.

His favorite streamer was finally returning and it turned out she was safe all along. Thousands of premium viewers endured the pre-stream slog while they prepared their superchat and donations in order to honor what’s essentially their Goddess. LunaMay was looking better than ever – especially in the cosplay she had promised to show off to all of her fans. Despite the blonde wig and heavy make-up she was wearing, Damian knew without question that his virtual obsession was back to make him forget all those long nights working as a wage slave. It was way overdue, he was honestly considering ending it all before he heard the good news. He checked the time and before he knew it, Luna all dressed up in her Tsunade cosplay from Naruto, occupied the screen as if making her triumph.

Her movement.

Her mannerisms.

Her voice.

Her appearance.

The costume was simply perfect, then again it wasn’t exactly that hard to woo most fans with this cosplay, given the massive cleavage on display. They all more or less viewed Luna as some sort of eye-candy, basically a more classy prostitute but Damian didn’t think that way. He could really feel that she practically embodied the character from her sultry tone to the way she carried herself on camera. It was as if one of his favorite characters came to life and merely occupied this physical form for all the most worthy to witness.

“We are so fucking back…” Damian muttered before almost breaking down into tears, rapturous as he felt reunited with his internet darling. Of course, it’s not like Luna ever reciprocated those feelings back but Damian didn’t really have much in him anyways. He amongst thousands of similar viewers all had nothing to live for besides eat, sleep, work, and of course- simp for their favorite e-girl. In this moment, he was truly happy.

“Hey everyone, I’m back! No need to worry about ol’ me, let me know in the chat who you think I've become today… Oh, of course! $100 chat read~!” LunaMay said in a sultry, mature voice in line with the way her character spoke before winking and making a heart symbol with her hands. Meanwhile her moderators stood by to root out any comments that would even dare to think of disrespecting the main attraction at hand!

Funny, typically Clay looked down on women who acted childish and saccharine but he began to realize deep down underneath the skin that maybe Jolene was a smart woman in her own right. These viewers pledge so much of her income to her, all because they secretly crave the feeling of a woman giving her unconditional love- even if it's through a screen. It was sad, deep down, many of these men were really just lonely but the thought fizzled out when Clay reminded of himself how much Jolene typically made per stream.

—

Welcome to LunaMay’s Stream! （＾・ω・＾✿）

Chats:

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DamienGRocks: i love you (For $1,500)

—

Damian typed as tears were still streaming down his cheek, he wasn’t really sure why he was crying. Was it because he spent three month’s worth of his own savings just so she could read that message- or maybe it was because he finally felt whole again after her absence. Of course, business was usual for today’s stream. It was more of her softcore stuff, the kind where she’d play the flavor of the month game while she would on purposely react in ways that gets her knockers jiggling on camera with the chat segments giving the viewers some interactivity and motivation to splurge out on reads and donations.

Though there was some stuff that she didn’t always do but was necessary for today’s stream such as explaining what happened between her and the cops earlier, but that was thankfully brief. Now- about an hour in this was where the real fun would start as the ‘lewd’ segment kicked off. After finishing her last round of Valorant, she got on with the show of dancing and some gentle strip-teasing for her viewers to admire.

The popular streamer and top 5% OnlyFans star kicked off the lewd show by starting with her huge tits. Of course Tsunade’s archetype lended well to her figure, as she simply sauntered along on camera acting slightly tipsy yet also mischievous as if she saw her hero after a long day of work. Admittedly she may have not been the most authentic with the character, as she was obviously written to be much more than just mere fanservice but it didn’t really matter to the chat. They saw tits and the neurons in their brain activated, pretty much putting them under her spell in which she could practically control them if she really wanted to.

Even Damien couldn’t help but admit that this was all just a vehicle for Luna to show off her body, so they could worship it. Pathetic? Maybe, but it didn’t matter as he pressed through, pleasuring himself with one hand beneath the desk. He was merely paying tribute to this avatar of Ishtar, after all.

**

Damian was not the only one enjoying the show. Officer Peter Riley had just arrived home and popped himself a brewski when he logged onto his account for the website that Luna was streaming from. After nearly spilling his can with what he was seeing, the Sergeant who was living alone felt the urge to drop his pants and started stroking his phallus, just like thousands of others tuning in from all over the world.

**

Clay had no idea what he was doing, his body was pretty much on auto-pilot. He was clueless as to who he was dressing up as – until Jolene’s memories showed him all the work she had prepared for this stream before he came along, which he was somewhat grateful for. Maybe it was a generational gap, Clay himself was rather old but he never seemed to realize how popular these Chinese- erm, Japanese cartoons were with younger folks. It would’ve been enough if Jolene just wore her negligee had it been Clay watching along, but perhaps this layer of roleplaying was just a kink in of itself.

Still, he was way out of his league with this stuff. He only knew red-blooded American animation from the likes of Hanna Barbera; even then only when he was just a kid. All of this new generational stuff was utterly incomprehensible and he was grateful that the memories of Jolene helped him get by through this. The only thing he could understand on a fundamental level though? The money, of course!

He was positively livid when he saw the earnings for today; nearly $8,000 from just this two hour stream? He had brothers-in-arms bleeding out on the pavement for $1,000 back then and that was on a good day. Looking down and seeing Jolene’s cleavage, he really wondered perhaps this was a sick twist of fate all along. Maybe he should’ve gotten a sex change ages ago- but that's besides the point. He was back to making money now, in a way that the feds could never track down nor even suspect.

Of all the years he had been wasting away on the street selling nose candy and shooting up streets, the old brute had never thought that money could be raised so quickly without a single drop of blood spilled- err, a single drop of something white was guaranteed though. He was jealous, through and through and he hated it deep down but there wasn’t much he could do but move forward and protect this life at all costs. Biting his lip, he contemplated more.

It would still take some time getting used to this life as he thought his hands were already full by just becoming Jolene, but all this talk of  ‘followers’, ‘simps’, and ‘streamers’ made him feel like he was suffering from one of his old PCP episodes before Jolene’s memories kicked in and explained those concepts to him. Sure he used the internet before; Google Maps was very good for finding a target’s address- but hardly for leisure. He never had much time for ‘fun’ ever since he got wrapped up in this life and crime and in all honesty, the feeling of jealousy ultimately stemmed from the safety of this new life.

Anyways… As Clay was wrapping things up once the stream was ending soon he decided to place his body on ‘autopilot’ again by having Jolene’s memories take over to do all the makeup. His body inside the Jolene skin was doing her job as Jolene always did, wooing her audience by talking like a nice and lovely girl all the while flaunting her body and making sure they’re hooked until the very end. Using Jolene’s sultry silver tongue, Clay responded to the superchats as much as he could while ‘Jolene’ was shaking to the music in the background. In his mind, he was really baffled by the things people would say to her.

Sure, he expected a lot of horny men to be posting about how much they wanted to fuck Jolene. However many were just weird in general, some even appeared to try to get a rise out of ‘her’ and others were just downright disturbing- yet it was from here Clay’s mind would play a role on stream as Jolene would nonchalantly read off the chats. Usually she’d always keep her cool but when superchatters send her really heinous messages it gets personal for her, but this Jolene had a slightly deadpan wit coming from Clay that really showed her audience that Jolene was becoming un-phased from all these superchats. Naturally this only enticed the viewers more, all that money flowing in of course~.

The impostor (in more ways than the audience could have imagined) was tempted to flash her tits on stream until some hidden voice started screaming all the way from the back of his head, indicating that LunaMay would lose her ‘innocence’ if she crossed the line so easily. Of course, her viewers were men in denial that they’re somehow any different than the average porn watchers and thus prefer to keep Jolene just barely safe-for-work to still maintain an air of that what they’re consuming is more than just porn. There was always the perverts in the superchats begging her to do more hardcore stuff, but Jolene was always sure to ignore them.

No matter how tempted the hideous man had wanted to go fully nude, Clay decided to trust his disguise’s intuition. In a way, he even began to sympathize with Jolene and women in general. While he’s not much of an empath himself, he could understand how objectified Jolene must feel on a day to day basis for her job, the perspective flip of being the eye candy from someone who typically looks at them from afar… Besides, good ol’ Riley could be watching, and something told him that he should save Jolene’s body for him if he wanted to use the cop’s authorities to get back at Don, the son of a bitch who fed him to the wolves.

Speaking of which, ‘Jolene’ eyes perked as she saw a peculiar username that was spamming the chat: ‘I_knowwho_youare’.

“What are the chances? Surely not…” She thought as her alluring body sashayed for the camera.

**

Once the camera was off, Jolene slouched back in her seat. Tsunade’s white and green kimono robes were loose and barely clinging onto her voluptuous as her black lacy teddy managed to protect her dignity throughout her performance. Despite allowing the skin to take control of proceedings, the hidden man was highly aroused by his own performance.

Knowing that he was now the object of desire for millions of men, Clay was bursting at the seams with manly urges of his own. It was like having the best seat in the house as he could feel everything Jolene was feeling for the better part of the ninety minutes of the cosplaying routine. She could feel every thread of Tsunade’s robes as well as the sexy lingerie underneath.

Jolene was still sporting Tsunade’s blonde wig as she began to touch herself. Now that there was no longer any audience but herself, the replaced woman started cupping her massive breasts with her tiny hands. She could feel her fully-erect nipples brushing against the silky material of the teddy and the kimono robes as she fondled. Even after making sure that everything had been disconnected, Jolene pretended that she was on a different kind of show.

“This is for your eyes only, Clay Dillingham,” Jolene cooed as she tucked her teddy down.

Her bountiful bosoms spilled out between the seams of her traditional robes. The lewd streamer continued to fondle her pair of double-D’s as she moaned to the heavenly sensation. This was the reward for not ruining the purity of the show earlier. Now Clay got to have his private performance from a red-hot streamer.

“Do you like what you’re seeing, Clay?” Jolene whispered to herself on the super wide computer monitor.

Though offline and not recording, she could still see her video self on screen. It turned into a digital mirror as she saw herself squeezing and pushing one of her breasts to her mouth. She saw herself sucking at her own tits, and that turned her own tremendously. The arousal radiated from her mammaries to her nether region as she spread her legs.

“What the world would give to see this…” Clay lifted one of Jolene’s legs onto the desk as he began to assault her pussy while sucking on her tits.

“FUCK!! I’m gonna cum!!” Clay grunted with the lovely cosplayer’s contralto as his stolen body contracted.

When it hit, it hit like a truck. That was all the wanted criminal could think if he was to describe a woman’s orgasm. Jolene’s curvaceous form – now his and his alone – was still undulating as he basked in the heavenly afterglow. It was satisfying, and yet at the same time, it was not. Something was amiss.

Clay had the knowledge that, unlike men, women could experience more orgasms during a session than their opposite gender could only dream of. Hence, the former sixty-something decided to put his nubile body to the test as he started rubbing Jolene’s rubbery folds once more. This time he sunk his stolen fingers into her slit. The sensation resulted in an involuntary moan escaping between her lips. His other hand returned to fondling her massive racks as he began pinching and squeezing them.

In next to no time, the body stealer was furiously finger-fucking herself to a couple more mind-blowing convulsions. The lewd expression Jolene was making aroused the impostor further as he decided to get up from the expensive-looking swivel chair to shed the Tsunade robes. Fully nude, the ‘Hokage’ gave Clay a teasing dance before returning her derrière onto the soft leather of the gaming chair. Her flushed cheeks and lust-drunken appearance gave the impression of a desperate mature woman – very much in lieu with the character Jol-x-Cosplayer was supposed to emulate.

“There’s a secret Ninja art I’ve yet to reveal to anyone. Now, I’m going to pass it on to you, Sakura,” Jolene spoke into her computer screen as her digits dove back into her womb.

The only thing that could make this all the sweeter was for someone else to cosplay as Sakura, ‘Jolene’ thought as she turned to look at the empty husk of her son crumpled up in the corner of her room.

“Ninpou! Summoning Jutsu – Katsuyu!” the Tsunade cosplayer chanted, fully utilizing the research on the character she had done.

Instead of a slimy white slug, Clay’s cock was being coaxed out of ‘Tsunade’s cunt.

“This version of Katsuyu would spit healing white substance instead of acid, Sakura. Would you like to give it a try?” Jolene began pumping her ‘slug’ as it only grew in size.

The despicable man whom the cock belonged to was imagining Ashton in a perfect Sakura cosplay, sucking his cock before he erupted, shooting his loads all over his Jolene-body and Jolene-tits.

“Fuck! That was AMAZING! Who’d thought that Japanese cart… anime chicks could be this hot,” Clay said in his gruff voice while wiping cum off Jolene’s flesh with her panties.

As he was starting to clean up the mess, the familiar, yet annoying melody of the doorbell rang through the house once again.

“What now?!” Clay cursed, with his deep baritone still.

He noticed that he could easily switch between his old voice and the lady’s sing-song tone whenever his cock was out. The doorbell sounded repeatedly as it afforded him very little time to get dressed, much less to contemplating about his voice.

“Must be those damn cops!” the lady with a dick slapping against her thighs cursed as she decided that there was no time to push it back into its secret place.

‘Jolene’ rushed to wrap herself in a bathrobe before stepping out of her room and towards the front door. Looking through the peephole, she saw that it was indeed the cops. Though, they were with a young lady about Ashton’s age. Something told her that things were about to get difficult. Not wanting the cops to be suspicious, Jolene had no choice but to open the door.

“Officers…” Jolene realized that she had forgotten to switch back to her feminine voice when the officers started looking at her funny. Before anything got out of hand, she quickly cleared her throat to try again.

“Officer, what can I do for you?” Jolene greeted in her chirpy tone.

“Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Hanshaw, especially during such late hours,” Deputy Bentley said while looking at his watch before continuing, “this young lady here seems to know your son. Apparently, she’s been trying to get in touch with him for the last couple of days and he had not been responding to her calls.”

“He hasn’t been updating his socials as well,” the slender young woman with glasses and brace could not help herself but interrupted the officer.

“I got this, Miss…” Bentley said but struggled to remember her name.

“Green. Hailey Green. I’m a friend of Ashton. We go to the same school, and he hasn’t been turning up for the last couple of days,” the girl voiced her concern.

“Miss Green, we got this. Okay,” the deputy said, a little annoyed by the uninvited visitor.

So was the disguised bank robber, who appeared to be eyeing the 18-year-old girl from head to toe while trying to recall from Jolene’s memory who this friend of her son might be.

“Ah yes! Hailey! It’s been a while. How have you been?” Jolene finally said as she recalled the young lady to be one of her son’s closest friends.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Hanshaw. But more importantly, how’s Ashton? Is he not feeling well?”

“This young lady right here has brought to our attention that we’ve not seen Mr. Hanshaw leaving the premise for the past 48 hours. Is he alright ma’am?”

Shit. This is bad.

“Oh, he’s fine!” Clay put up his best Jolene-trying-to-laugh-off an-unfounded-concern expression as he made full use of his disguise’s charm and suave, giggling at the unnecessary solicitude. “He’s just busy with some computer stuff, you know some sort of personal project of his.”

“But why isn’t he answering or doing his regular streaming?” Hailey continued to prod.

“I guess you can just ask him yourself,” Jolene said before turning to face inside and calling for his son.

When there was no response (of course, there wouldn’t be any response), she made a convincing gesture of going to get her son to come to the door herself. “Hang tight. Let me go get him.”

Clay knew that it would come to this. It was only a matter of time. The anxiety of Ashton’s friends was an oversight on his part. Now that one of them was bringing Ashton’s absence to the attention of those damn cops, the former thug was left with only one thing to do.

Running back to Jolene’s room, Clay stripped off her robes along the way. Good thing he was not wearing anything to begin with, but his dick was still hanging out of Jolene’s snatch. Once he was standing next to Ashton’s hollowed skin, the mom-impersonator struggled to find the tiny skin tag at the back of his neck. The knock and calls from the front door were pressing to say the least.

Clay did not have the time to shed Jolene’s skin.

**

It had taken longer than the officers had expected. Without being overbearing, they gave the door several more knocks. Seeing that the lady appeared to be an acquaintance of the Sarge, they did not wish to come out as being impertinent. But still, something suspicious was going on, and it would be their job to ensure the safety of all civilians.

“I told you, officers. Ashton would never ignore my calls. Even if he had missed them, he would always call back. Something feels off,” Hailey said hugging herself under her breasts.

Bentley did not respond. Instead, he radioed his partner, “Anything from the backyard?”

“Negative. Everything seems fine in the yard,” came the voice of Officer Walsh through the comms.

Bentley was about to give Sargeant Riley the heads-up when the front door finally unlocked. Through the crack of the opening door, they could see the pale face of Ashton Hanshaw. Other than the lack of color and a few drops of sweat, the young man appeared to be fine as he stepped outside. He was wearing a simple tee and a pair of rather feminine shorts.

“Hey, Hailey. What’s up?”

“What’s up?! Just like that?!” Hailey said, clearly infuriated by a friend she clearly cared about. She even mimicked Ashton’s nonchalant response by repeating “What’s up?” with a deeper voice.

“Okay, kiddos. It appeared to me that we have a ‘false alarm’. This seemed more like an argument between young lovebirds than anything else,” the relieved officer said before turning towards Ashton to add, “Please let your mom know that we’re sorry for the late night intrusion.”

Bentley and Walsh were nice enough to afford the couple of teenagers some privacy as they made their way back to their patrol vehicle. As soon as they were alone at the porch, Hailey jumped into the arms of a dumbfounded Ashton. Even from digging through the young man’s memories, Clay had a hard time finding any signs of past romance between the two.

“Ehh… Do you want to come in?” Ashton stammered.

“Y-yes…” Hailey whispered as they parted.

Her eyes looking up through the lens of her glasses. Now that he was in the guise of the young man, Clay could now relish the charm of the late night guest. Despite her nerdy getup, Clay could now appreciate her slender figure. Her bust was defintely not on Jolene’s level, but she had the perkiness that made them closer to a size ‘C’ than a ‘B’. The straps of the dugaree skirt she was wearing partially his her youthful curves and the white tee she was wearing. The hem of her skirt almost touching her knees, revealing some of the tone muscles of on her legs before they disappeared into a pair of white socks and white running shoes.

In the guise of a teenage boy, Clay’s heart was pounding. The night was about to get very exciting.

End of Part 2

Another version with pictures will be uploaded to my DA page soon.