Helena Part 2 Strawberries and Yogurt
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A La Cr?me Yogurt
By Darkstar
In a richly decorated dining room, a grayed hair, middle-
aged man with a bit of a balding head sits at the end of a
long oak table with a French maid in her thirties serving
him food. The man has a conservative look to him with a
nice patterned wool sweater while the maid's outfit simply
screamed sex. She wore a frilly, satin uniform with the
hemlines coming halfway down her thigh. Her creamy white
breasts were partially revealed by a low half-crescent
neckline and her luscious brown hair was styled into a
French bun sitting upon a perfect face. Her rosy red cheeks
and a pair of bright red lips were topped off by dainty
brown eyes. Finally, her appearance was completed with her
shapely long legs encased in lacey black hosiery and a pair
of 2 inch black pumps.
She turned around from the cart and placed a small
container of yogurt on the table in front of the man.
"And for desert, Dannon A La Cr?me Yogurt." she said.
"Yogurt for desert?" asked the man as he peered at the
contents.
She then sat down on the man's lap and wiggled around
provocatively.
"It is how you say tart... but not so sweet. Oui?" she
said.
She smiled as raised the container she pulled out a silver
spoon from the yogurt and slipped it between the lips of
the man. He looked at her suggestively and rolled his eyes
when his mouth tasted the silky cream of the yogurt.
"Oui" replied the man.
***Slam***
The two suddenly looked up in surprise. At the entrance of
the dining room were two young girls carrying backpacks,
obviously just back from school.
One of the girls sighed and turned to the other. "My
parents are so weird," she said.
The maid quickly placed the container back on the table and
got up.
"You're home early," she said.
"Yeah, would you believe the school burned down?" said the
daughter sarcastically.
"Very funny. Go up and do your homework or something,"
replied the mother in her maid's outfit.
"Fine!" replied the daughter as she led her friend up the
stairs.
The two look at each other embarrassed.
"Well, I guess that wasn't how we planned it," smiled the
father weakly.
"Yeah, I guess I better get out of this," replied the
mother as she walked out of the dining room.
Making her way down a hallway next to the dinning room, she
stopped at the bathroom and slipped inside. The room was
rather large with a huge ivory bathtub and had the slight
scent of roses. Making sure the door was closed behind her,
the mother walked up to the mirror. She looked at herself
in the mirror. She could not believe how sexy she looked in
the outfit. Smiling, she ran her soft dainty hands along
the back of her head. Fiddling around with a while, her
hands found success.
The soft ripping sound of pulling apart Velcro could be
heard as the mother's scalp began to wrinkle and the entire
face came forward. Carefully peeling the fake head off, the
mother's real head was revealed. It was that of a sweaty
young man who could have easily been in college. The
mascara was still around his beautifully made eyes and he
rubbed his face with tissue to remove the sticky glue that
held the mask in place. Looking back at the mirror, he
noticed how awkward it was for the head of a twenty-three
year old boy to be on the head of a thirty-five year old
woman and not just any woman, but his mother.
The boy had been a secret cross-dresser since his early
years, taking articles of clothing here and there from his
mother so that she wouldn't notice. For him, it was never
really the issue of being gay or not, but he crossdressed
for the excitement and the risk. So, when he came home from
college a few days ago and his mother told him that she
would be out the entire day to visit an old friend of hers
and to have him tell his father, he could not resist the
opportunity. For years he had been imitating his mother,
wearing her outfits, imitating her voice, and prancing
around the house. He even managed to spend a few nervous
nights outside of the house and did not get caught. But his
illusions were never complete. Yes, with his false silicon
C-sized breasts and the added layer of padding on his
buttocks and the restricting corset, he could pass off as a
woman, but never truly as his mother under scrutiny.
That was until he found a fabulous company online that
provided masks and bodysuits for victims who were horribly
scarred from natural or unnatural circumstances. So,
sending off pictures of his mother and most importantly her
face and her body measurements (which he obtained from her
when innocently asking her last Christmas when he was
buying her a dress), the package came only a month later.
He held his breath when he unwrapped the box and opened it.
He was surprised when he was greeted by the face of his
mother, an exact duplicate down to the skin color and shape
of her plump lips. Lifting the head mask out of the box, he
noticed underneath that there was a similarly colored
bodysuit folded neatly underneath. Setting aside the mask,
he picked up the suit and was amazed at the feel of the
material. It was made of a strong latex polymer that would
not tear even under harsh conditions and it felt incredibly
life-like. However, he could not wear the suit without
discovery until a year later. When his mother was absent
from the scene.
Quickly undressing himself, the boy dumped the clothes into
a duffle bag he had hid earlier in the bathroom's closet.
He stood erect and looked in the mirror. The illusion of
her body was amazing, the shape obtained by restricting
corsets and padding built into the bodysuit and the
delicate breasts made possible by silicon fakes sewn into
molds of the breasts. Furthermore, the pussy was topped
with a patch of trim brown hairs and according to the
manual, the anatomy was correct, only nudged up next to his
manhood. He had the ability to also feel a penis
penetrating the fake pussy because of the closeness of his
own dick and how it would rub against that of the other
man. In fact, he could have had sex, and he would have with
his father until his younger sister arrived.
Sadly, he reached behind and started to carefully pull open
the Velcro line that went from the base of his neck to his
buttocks. Any creases or lines were easily covered by
applying foundation and latex glue in skin color. The
breasts sagged as the top half of the body suit became
undone and dropped down to the waist. The boy's arms came
loose from the suit's own arms and he slipped his hands
into the waistline, pushing the rest of the suit down.
Quickly, but carefully, he folded the suit and mask and
placed them in the duffle bag. Grabbing a set of his own
clothing, the boy quietly made sure he looked normal and
began dressing.
The father had been very embarrassed by the incident with
his daughter and was pondering for a good deal of time
whether he should talk to her about it. After all, she was
only fourteen and she was primed for sexual activities. But
then on second thought, he decided that it would be better
for his wife to do it since she was after all a woman and
she could connect more easily with the girl. Walking down
the hallway, he was on his way to the kitchen when he
bumped into his son coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey son, have you seen your mother anywhere?" asked the
father.
"Yeah, she said she remembered that she had a meeting with
a friend of hers so she ran out the door only a few minutes
before." the son replied.
"So, you going somewhere?" asked the father as he motioned
with a wave of his hand at the duffel bag his son was
carrying.
"Oh no dad, I was just taking a few of my old clothes to
the hamper, I've decided to give them away." said the son.
"That's good. Alright, I'll see you later and if you see
your mother later, tell her I'm looking for her." said the
father as he strolled away to the kitchen.
"No problem dad, I'll tell her." said the son with a smile.
***
A La Cr?me Yogurt and the A La Cr?me Yogurt commercial are
the copyrighted material of Dannon Foods. This is simply a
parody of the commercial that would occur if the world were
dominated by Fictionmania enthusiasts. Thanks for reading
this short story.
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