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Author's note : For all the readers who have been reading my story, please know that I'm sorry I haven't poseted a story more than a month. But here is the new chapter. It is my humble request to please let me know what you think about the story by leaving reviews/comments. I'd really appreaciate it. CHAPTER 6 Her body couldn't move. She froze at the sight of the person approaching her. The real Ivy hasn't seen her doppelganger yet. Max had promised he wouldn't take her face and body, but he didn't have a choice. He did it to protect her. Now he had a choice to make. He could either hide from Ivy and escape. He would have to think of something else to tell her about how he'd handled Dan. Or he could just go to her now and explain everything. But what will she think of him. Will she break-up with him thinking he is some kind of pervert? That thought actually terrified him. He really didn't want to lose her. Thinking quickly the fake Ivy turned and began moving through the crowd. She kept her head low and covered her face by letting her hair fall forward. While she was walking out of the room someone bumped into her. She looked up annoyed to see a man. "Sorry," she said and was about to walk away from him when he said, "It's okay. Are you here for the fund raiser?" Seriously, who is this guy! "Yeah, if you'll excuse me I have places to be," she said and tried to walk away. "Wait, let me buy you a drink," he said blocking her path. Normally she wouldn't have rejected the offer. He looked handsome in his tux. She could have some fun with him. But she is in a relationship and she was wearing Ivy's face and body. She didn't want to do anything that would harm her dignity. And right now she had to go so that her girlfriend wouldn't see her double. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." "Come on..." he said and stopped. "Look mister, I'm not interested," she said. But he wasn't looking at her. He looked confused and was looking someone else behind her. She turned around. It was Ivy herself. Her face looked shocked, confused, hurt at the same time. Max couldn't say anything. He just gaped at her before he said, "Ivy." "God it's amazing! You two look exactly the same. Are you two twins?" the man said interrupting them. Quickly recovering himself Max turned to him and said in anger, "Yes, we're twins. Now get lost. Find someone else to pester, you pathetic moron." The man surprised at her outburst left them alone. Max turned around to find that Ivy was already walking away from him. Max struggled to keep up with her. His high heels we're hurting his feet. "Ivy stop.... Ivy," Max said when he finally caught up with her in the parking lot. Thankfully no one was there. "Don't touch me," Ivy hissed. "Will you listen to me? Dan was going to rape you. That's why I had to do this. I had to look like you to teach him a lesson." "I told you not to wear my face. But you did it anyway." "I did it to protect you. I took care of him. He won't be bothering you or your family from now on." "You promised, you promised me you wouldn't make a mask of mine. When did you scan me? That's how you do it right? You scan people with some kind of device," Ivy said yelling. "I swear to you. I didn't scan you. Believe me. Your scan was already in it. I don't know how," Max said as he took out the scanning device and showed it to her. Ivy looked at it and her face flashed with recognition. "Ohh crap!" "What? What is it?" Max asked confused. "I've seen it before." "How? I haven't showed it to you until now." "While we were shooting in Hawaii, we were in the hotel room one night. Then we were attacked and my dress got torn. You asked me to go to your room and change. I saw this device in your closet. I didn't know what it was then. I think it scanned me while I changed clothes." "Oh, so that's how I got your scan pattern. I didn't know it was yours until I made the suit," Max said. "Still, why did you wear it?" Ivy asked. "You were going to face Dan alone. I asked you to stop, but you wouldn't listen. I was worried. That's why I wore your bodysuit. I did it to protect you. I love you," Max said touching her hand. She pushed his hand away as his purse and phone fell on the ground. "I said I could take care of myself. Didn't you listen. You should've at least respected my decision." I'm sorry. Please, I just... I did all of this to save you." She shook her head. "You know looking at my face on yours and hearing my voice coming out of your mouth is irritating. Take the mask off." "I don't have spare clothes and I don't have a spare mask." "Then at least talk in your own voice." "I have to take my mask off to remove the voice modulator on my throat. I'll do something about it next time." "Arrghh... you know what. I can't even talk to you anymore," she said and began to walk away. "Ivy, are you...breaking up with me," Max said moving in front of her and holding her hand. "I don't know. But right now, you need to let me go." He let go of her hand. Ivy walked away from him swiftly. She got in her car and drove away leaving him alone. Ivy was the one person that accepted him for who he is and now he screwed that up. Losing her felt like losing a limb. It was unbearable. This made him realize that he really loved her and she was the one for him. He'd get her back. He would. But for now, he had to give her some space. Recomposing himself, he picked up his things from the floor. The bodysuit and mask were becoming hot. He sweltering inside and wanted to get out of it as soon as possible. He found his car and started driving towards Lyla's house. He'd have some rest and tomorrow he'd think of how to get Ivy back. While driving his phone rang. He thought of ignoring it but thinking the call might be from Cole since he had sent Dan's confession, he answered. "Hello." "Ivy, thank God! You answered. I've been calling you for days." Ivy? Who was this guy? And how did he know to call him Ivy? There aren't many people who have his number. Let alone, this guy knew who he was disguised as. "Who is this again?" "Come on Ivy, stop playing games with me. I have something important to tell you." "Look, who are you? And what do you want?" "Jesus! I don't have time for this. Look, I've been asked to bring mom and dad for a parent teacher meeting. Since they are out of town, I've been asked to bring my sister. So, you've to be at school tomorrow." It took some time for Max to process. It was Ivy's brother. But how did he get his number? He looked at the phone he was holding. Shit! It was Ivy's. How did this get here? He searched his phone in his purse. It was right there. Then he remembered. When he had grabbed Ivy's hand at parking lot her phone fell down. She must've forgotten it. And he too didn't notice this. Both had a lot on their minds at that time. "Hello, Ivy, say something." Shit! What was his name again? Ivy had told Max about her family. Jason, Jacob, Jake... right, it's Jake. "Yes, Jake. I'll be there. Just text me the address." "You don't know where my school is?" "I do. Right now I'm having a hard time remembering it. Just text me the address." "Fine." "What did you do? Did you beat up somebody." "No, you... you'll know tomorrow," he said and ended the call. Shit! Now things got even worse. Ivy's phone is with him. If she knew her phone is with him, she'd never forgive him. She is already mad. Even if he explained the truth he didn't know she'd believe him. He'd have restore her phone before she notices that it's missing. And also he could've said no to Jake. But if Jake called Ivy again after he'd restored her phone and asks her why she'd said no to him Ivy would get suspicious. He didn't have any other choice but to go along. Looks like he'd have to become Ivy again tomorrow. He reached Lyla's house and what he saw there confused him. There were a few police cars stationed at the entrance. What the hell happened here? he thought after getting down from the car. He'd have to pretend to be Ivy now to know what's going on and walked towards the house. * * * "Search the house. Find anything that could lead us to her," Cole Dashforth told the other FBI officers as they were outside Lyla Jackson's house. The Chameleon had recently sent Dan Morris's confession video. He had informed the same to the Director. "So this Chameleon does it again." "According to the video, Brian and Dan Morris were behind the attack on Hawaii. Apparently they involved in some kind of corporate conspiracy. An employee of their company decided to blow the whistle on this. But Brian and Dan found out and they murdered him. Few months ago Lyla found them talking about this. Brian wanted to kill her to tie the loose end, but Dan stopped him since having a super model as a girlfriend would be good for his status. So he threatened to kill her and forced her to date him. Luckily someone else attacked her and she went into a coma. We've already taken Brian and Dan Morris in custody." "So we don't know who attacked her the first time." "No, sir. Maybe the Chameleon can help." The Director looked lost in his thoughts. After sometime he said, "We don't need her now." "What do you mean, sir?" Cole asked in confusion. "It means, I want you to arrest her." "But sir, she could still help. The case is not solved yet." "Jesus Mr. Dashforth! Are you so incapable of solving this case. We are the FBI for God's sake! I want the Chameleon in custody right now. Do you understand?," the Director yelled. "I understand," Cole said. According their intelligence the fake Lyla was shooting an ad before she disappeared from FBI's watch. She was good at covering her tracks when she wanted to vanish. She could be anyone. His best shot is to start at Lyla's house. They could find something about her whereabouts. He felt a pang of guilt about arresting the Chameleon. She had helped them with so many cases. Now arresting her like a criminal felt wrong. But he had no choice either. He had to follow the Director's orders. After searching for around half hour they couldn't find anything. She was really good he thought. "Sir," an officer interrupted his thoughts. "Yes, did you find anything?" "No, sir. But there's a woman here." It might be her he thought. "Where is she?" "She's in the living room," the officer said. Cole went to her. Once he went to the living room, he saw that it was Ivy, Lyla's personal assistant. It wasn't what he expected. But could this be her? "You must be Ivy Sullivan," he said. "Yes," she said surprised. "Who are you guys? And how do you know my name?" "We're the FBI," Cole said after showing her his badge. Ivy raised her eyebrows. "Ms.Sullivan, where are you coming from?" he asked. She looked like she was coming from a party with her black long sequin dress split at her thighs showing one of her long stocking clad legs. The dress was tight clinging to her body like a second skin which was kind of sexy. She looked a lot like Nina Dobrev. He quickly killed that thought. He had to focus. "Ahh...I...what is this exactly about?" she asked little afraid looking around the FBI officers who were searching the house. "You've nothing to fear. Just answer the question." "Okay...I...was at a fund raiser party organized by Dan Morris and his father. After the shooting today, Lyla took me there. I...I didn't want to go, but she forced me to go." "I can see that. Where is Lyla now?" "I don't know." "Ms.Sullivan, this is important. We need to know where is she now." "Last time I saw her she was with Dan. And then I didn't see both of them. I tried to cal her, but she didn't answer. I thought they must be...occupied so I left with nothing else to do. Why, what happened? Is she in danger?" asked Ivy worried. "No, Ms.Sullivan," he said. What Ivy said checks out. Lyla must've been with Dan. She must've forced him to confess somehow and then she sent the video to him. But where is she now? The FBI arrested Dan and his father. But there was no sign of Lyla. Did she knew that the FBI was onto her. That wasn't possible. She couldn't know. Looks like she got away again. He looked at Ivy who was a little worried. She couldn't be the Chameleon. This was the real Ivy Sullivan. "Ms.Sullivan, how did Lyla behave with you? Did you notice any difference in her behavior." "I...no I guess. She was her normal self. What is this really about?" "Ms.Sullivan, she is not the real Lyla Jackson. She's an impostor. We're here to arrest her." Ivy looked shocked to hear this. She gaped for sometime and said, "That's not possible. I saw her. It was her. She looked so normal and real." "That's how she is, the impostor. She's really good at mimicking people." "Are you saying she's some kind of twin?" "No, she's not a twin. She uses latex and high end prosthetics to make masks and looks like anyone she wants. That makes her very dangerous. So, you really don't know where she is now?" "She was at the party. I couldn't see her for sometime and then I left. I can't believe this," she said touching her forehead in disbelief. "Why did you come here Ms.Sullivan?" "Oh...I keep some of my stuff here. Being Lyla's personal assistant requires me to handle her household and some personal matters as well. So she asks me to stay with her sometimes. I came here to get my things. Can I take them with me?" "Of course," he said. Just as Ivy was about to go an officer came to Cole and gave some documents and said, "You should see this sir." Cole was busy skimming the documents. They were some medical test reports and after some more reading he knew that they were paternity test reports. It said that James Jackson was not the biological father of Lyla Jackson. This new information stunned him. "Huh..." he said. "What is it?" Ivy asked. He noticed that Ivy was still here. "Where did you find this?" he asked the guy. "That room over there," the officer pointed the room "Ms.Sullivan do you know whose lives in that room?" "Ahh...its Mr. Jackson's room. He visits Lyla sometimes. What happened?" "This is a paternity test report. It says that Lyla is not the biological daughter of James Jackson." This shocked Ivy even more as she raised her eyebrows. "What?" "Yeah, according to this report." There was a look of disbelief pasted over Ivy's face. "Ms. Sullivan, thank you for cooperation. We'll take it over from here. You're free to go." "Sure...yeah...I'll get my stuff," she said and went inside the house. This new info certainly changes things. But what does it mean? Is Lyla's dad somehow involved in all of this? If he is, then to what extent. As he kept thinking about this Ivy came back with a small duffel bag. As she was leaving, Cole stopped her and said, "Ms. Sullivan this is my card. Please let me know if Lyla contacts you." She took the card and said smiling a little, "Sure, I will." "Do you want me to drop you? It's late." "Oh...thanks for the offer Mr. Dashforth. But I have my car," she said and left. God! She looked beautiful. Shaking his head, he now worried about how to break this news to the Director. He won't be happy to know that the Chameleon escaped. * * * Ivy (who is really Max masquerading as Ivy) drove away from Lyla's house. Her head started to ache. She couldn't believe what just happened. The FBI is hunting her. After all the cases she helped Cole solve this is what they reward her with. All she wanted to do was to help people with her skills. Looks like no good deed goes unpunished. Has Cole betrayed her? Was he being forced to arrest her? Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. In their eyes the Chameleon is now a wanted criminal. Shit! She now realized how lucky she was today. What if she had reached Lyla's house before the FBI and had changed into Lyla or someone else? That would've been the end of her. She would've gone straight to prison exposed and unmasked. That thought itself made her shudder. She looked at the mirror in the car. It's because she looked like Ivy that saved her today. "Thank you Ivy," she said looking at the reflection. She looked at the duffel bag beside her. It was good the FBI couldn't find the Lyla and Stacy bodysuits. She hid them well. Now she can't become Lyla Jackson. She now knew that the real Lyla isn't Mr. Jackson's daughter. But what does that mean? And who attacked Lyla the first time and sent her into a coma? She wanted to find out. But they have to wait for now since she had more important things to do. She had to restore Ivy's phone before she know it's missing. She hasn't called her phone which means she hasn't looked for it. May be she's hurt. Fuck! she cried out loud. I'm gonna get her back she thought and drove to Ivy's apartment. When she stopped near Ivy's apartment, she checked her phone and deleted the phone call from her brother in the call history. She had to deal with her brother later tomorrow. Ivy's car was here in the parking lot. Which means she is home. She didn't notice any lights being on through the windows. Which meant she was sleeping. She really hoped that was true. When she was about to go in, she looked at herself. She still looked like Ivy. This would be a risk. what if Ivy caught her entering her house? What if her neighbors saw her? They'd think why she was about enter her own house secretly. She groaned. She had to get out of Ivy's bodysuit. She was already tired. But it had to be done. She went back to her car and picked up the duffel bag. She can't be Lyla since she's a supermodel and that would attract attention. And that left Stacy. She looked around and found a small diner. There must be a restroom. She quickly walked into the diner and ignored all the curious stares the men gave and went straight to the restroom. An old man who seemed to be in his fifties was cleaning the floor near the restroom. She walked past him and shut the rest room door. There was only one stall inside. Let's do this quick she thought. She took out the Stacy bodysuit along with the dentures and voice modulator strip. First she had to undress. After removing her dress, the bra, the panties and the stockings, she looked at her naked figure. The woman in the mirror was amazing. "I don't want to go," she said. "Don't you worry Ivy. You'll be back tomorrow again," she said and fished out her contacts. Then she put her fingers inside her mouth and removed the dentures. Her fingers then moved to the back of her hair and found a small button. After pressing it, the zipper which was invisible on her skin on the back became visible. Her fingers could feel it. She quickly pulled the zipper down to the bottom which made her back split. Her hands caught their end and pulled it forward. She slowly began pulling skin on her shoulders and tried to remove her hands. After some pulling and stretching on the both hands, her hands were free from the suit. Using her hands, she quickly pulled the skin at her throat downwards which made her chest forward and pulled it down to her hips. She then quickly pulled her legs out. The bodysuit lay on the ground. Looking in the mirror she saw Ivy's face but her body looked wrong. Below her neck she had the body of a man. It was weird seeing the love of her life like that. But it also turned him on. "Time to go Ivy. I'll be seeing you soon tomorrow," she said. "You better," the reflection replied. Her fingers began tugging the skin at her throat. Carefully her fingers went inside the skin and began pulling up. It hurt as she pulled. It was glued tighter than she thought. The skin came out and it stretched below her chin. She now pulled the skin forward. Her face began to stretch and separated from her face slowly. Her eyes elongated. As she saw, now her face was contorted and stretched unnaturally. In one swift motion she pulled it upwards and the face along with the hair came off revealing Max Rover's face. He pulled out the voice modulator strip. His face was all sweaty and weary. He certainly didn't want to cover his face again with tight latex mask. All he wanted to do was to sleep. But he couldn't. He had one more job to do. He looked at Ivy's mask in his hand. "Thank you for saving me today Ivy," he said. He carefully stuffed the Ivy bodysuit inside the duffel bag. Unlike the Ivy bodysuit which had a separate face mask, Stacy suit had the mask attached to it. First he applied the voice modulator strip on his throat. He held the face first. Pulling the seam behind the head below the hair, he pulled the mask over his head. As he pulled it down his face, the mask began settling over his face. He carefully placed the mask's nose over his. His fingers then stretched the mask around his eyes and pressed so that the eyeholes settled carefully. He repeated the same with the lips. He then pulled the skin below his throat and his hands pressed it so that it covered his neck. He pushed the hair away. The mask had settled okay but not perfectly. He place his right hand inside the right arm of the suit. His fingers found the suits fingers and wiggled into it. It was like he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. Repeating the same with the other hand, his now feminine hands adjusted the suits chest and the abdomen on his own. Then his legs wiggled into the suits legs until they found the toes. With his hands he pulled slid the suit's legs carefully over his. Just like pulling the trousers, he pulled suit at his hips so that it would fit correctly over his waist. All that was left was his back. His fingers found the zipper and pulled it up until they reached the back of his head covering his back. He then pressed the small button below the hair behind. The suit then began tighten on his body constricting him. It felt like something squeezed his body from all the sides. The squeezing stopped after a few seconds which left him panting in feminine breaths. Pushing his hear away from his face, the reflection in the mirror showed Stacy's beautiful face. It's like Max never existed. His body was perfectly feminine. He was now Stacy Larson, a high school girl with short brunette hair. She realized now that her features were very much similar to Lucy Hale. "Hello again Stacy," she said to her reflection. After admiring her naked form, she pulled the bra and panties she wore as Ivy. Taking out the other set of clothes she took from Lyla's house she began dressing in them. She now wore skinny jeans and a blue long sleeved silk shirt which felt tight. Putting the dentures and contact lens, she checked herself. "Perfect," she said. Packing all things inside the duffel bag she headed out after 15 minutes. As came out of the rest room, the old man who was cleaning before gave her a perplexed look. He saw one woman go inside and now another came out. "Wait," he said holding her hand. "Where is the other woman?" he asked looking inside the rest room. "What woman? I was the only one there?" "I...But." "You must've mistaken. Now unhand me," she said. He quickly removed his hand away from hers and then looked inside the rest room again. Leaving him confused she walked away. A part of her felt bad for him. He knew what he saw was true. But no one would believe him. Eventually he'd think that his mind is playing games on him. She placed the duffel bag back in the car and went to Ivy's apartment. Pulling out 2 bobby pins she pushed them into the keyhole. In her line of work it was essential to learn how to pick doors and locks. After sometime, door opened. She quietly entered inside. It was quiet and dark. Looked like she was sleeping. Room by room Stacy searched and found Ivy sleeping in her bedroom. She placed Ivy's phone quietly on the table beside the bed. Ivy looked cute. She wanted to crawl back on the bed beside her. But she couldn't. She turned to leave but looked back at her again. She quietly kissed Ivy's cheek careful not to wake her up. I will make it up to you. I promise she thought. Stacy left Ivy's house quietly closing the door. Thankfully no neighbors saw her. She quickly went to her car and drove straight to her house. After Stacy reached home, she went to bedroom. It was 3 AM. She was exhausted after being 3 different women including Stacy. She wanted to get out of the Stacy suit, but as soon as she saw her bed, she quickly went to it and fell asleep. * * * The next day Ivy(who was really Max masquerading as Ivy) was at Jake's school a little earlier than the expected time. She didn't want Jake to call the real Ivy thinking she was late. He had noted down Jake's number from Ivy's phone. It's best I called him she thought. "Jake, I'm here. Where are you?" "You're early, where are you now?" Jake asked. "I'm in the visitor's lounge." "Okay, I'll be right there." Ivy waited for few minutes and sat on the sofa. She should tread this carefully. One small mistake, it could all blow up in her face and she'd lose Ivy forever. The real Ivy would definitely not be happy if she knew Max had took over her identity again and let alone interacting with her little brother. "Ivy, is that you?" Jake interrupted her thoughts. She looked at him nervous. Why would he ask that? Did he know the woman standing before him was an impostor? "What?" she said. "What are you wearing? You look different." She sighed with relief. He was talking about her attire. "What? What's wrong with it?" she said looking at herself. She had chosen a white satin long sleeved blouse which was a bit tight and a black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees to go along with nude stockings and high heeled pumps. "Nothing. You usually don't dress up like this?" "Well this isn't a usual situation isn't it." "You're...right. It isn't." Flipping her long dark brown hair to one side and crossing her arms across her chest she said in a serious tone bringing up the concerned big sister to the front, "So, what's this all about Jake? Why am I here?" "You'll know soon. My English teacher wants to talk to you." "Why, what did you do?" she said as they walked towards their class room. "I said you'll know soon." All the way the guys gave a curious glances at her which she ignored. Some even whistled. One of the guys came to Jake and whispered in his ear but she heard it. "Dude, is she your sister?" "Get lost," he said and sent him away smacking on his head. She shook her head. "Any hint on what I'm up against," she said as they were outside the room. Jake kept quiet with a nervous look. She sighed and said softly, "Jesus Jake don't worry. It'll be fine," putting an arm on his shoulder. Entering the room Ivy found the teacher sitting on his table. He glanced at her entry. He appeared to be in his late 30s, Caucasian. "You must be Ms. Sullivan. I'm Bill Paulson, Jake's English teacher," he said extending his hand. "Glad to meet you. Our parents are unavailable. So I'm here instead," Ivy said returning his hand shake and sat on the chair opposite to him. "So Mr. Paulson, why am I here?" "Ms. Sullivan, I wanted to talk about Jake." "Okay, what happened? Are his grades not up to the mark?" "No, no, actually there is no problem in that front. His grades are good." "Then what seems to be the problem," she asked leaning back crossing her legs. "Last week, I gave the class to write an essay on who do you want to be? And Jake's essay is...different." "Different. How?" "I don't know you know about this or not but his essay concerned me. Has he been having problems at home." She didn't think so. Otherwise Ivy would've mentioned it to her. "No, of course not. Mr. Paulson what is this exactly regarding?" "Have you ever noticed any transgender behavior in him?" Okay, has she heard that right? He just said 'transgender'. "What?" she said confused. In his essay, he wrote that he wants to become someone else, literally. How it would be to experience life as someone else, how the others perception would be towards him if he is someone else entirely." She raised her eyebrows, "I wasn't expecting that. So he wants to be someone else. But why did you say transgender?" "I...because he wrote that he wants to be a woman. He wants to experience life as a woman. Now you can see how that sounds like. That's why I asked if you've ever noticed that kind of behavior in him." Ivy was dumbstruck. Jake wants to be a woman. He wants to be someone else. Why would he even have such thoughts? All of this reminded herself when she was a teenager. She had such thoughts of becoming someone else mostly becoming a woman. She never thought someone else would've such desires. Let alone her girlfriend's little brother. "And he also wrote about his indecisiveness about his sexuality." Great! Of course he felt confused about his sexuality. Because she felt the same thing too. For a long time she couldn't decide she liked boys or girls. She thought of herself as a man no matter how many women's faces she wore. But she also liked having sex with men. She realized after sometime she was a bisexual then. She also knew how much pain and struggle she had to endure before she realized that. As a teenager she had her genius mind and money through which she designed her latex body suits. Through those disguises she vented out her pain and stress. They gave her comfort. She never made them to hurt someone. Only to satisfy her needs. In summary those disguises protected her from those maddening desires. Now seems like Jake was going through the same phase and he is keeping this as a secret from everyone else. All those feelings pressed inside him. That would cause a lot of stress. She knew what he is going through. She had her disguises to satisfy her needs. But Jake had none. She shook her head. "You can see how this makes a matter of concern," he said interrupting her thoughts. "Mr. Paulson, can I read Jake's essay?" He handed her Jake's essay. After reading it, she knew it was all true. Jake was really struggling within himself. He didn't know all those feelings are right or wrong. He needed someone to guide him through this. "Mr. Paulson, thank you for bring this to my notice. I'll speak to him." "But I think he needs some professional help. He wants to be someone else which indicate some serious kind of identity and transgender issues." "I said, I'll take care of this. He's my brother. What he needs is someone to help him through this. Not some professional help," she said her voice raising in anger. She didn't know what triggered her anger. The fact that she knew what Jake was going through or the sisterly concern that came through wearing Ivy's face and body. "Thank you again. Have you mentioned this to anyone else?" "No." "I suggest you keep it that way. I don't want everyone else to know this and make my brother a walking joke in high school." "Of course, I agree." "Then we're done here," she said picking up her handbag and walked away from him. When Ivy came out, Jake followed her. "What did he say?" he asked but Ivy didn't answer. She just kept walking. "Ivy, just stop. What did Mr. Paulson say?" She just kept walking. "Is there somewhere private we can talk?" she asked. He stopped walking. "Why, what happened?" he said scared and nervous. "Jake, nothing happened. I just want to talk to you in private." He nodded and led her to the playground. A few guys were playing soccer. They sat beside each other on the benches since they were empty. "So what did he say to you?" "He showed me your essay." "He did what! How could he..." he said gaping. His expression showed he was mad and scared at the same time. Mad that his dark secret is out and scared of what would happen now that his big sister knew his secret. But, except she didn't. "How long have you been feeling like this?" "I...." words didn't come out of his mouth. He looked terrified and ashamed. "Jake calm down," she said keeping an arm on his shoulder. "What did he say?" he asked looking at his feet. She sighed and said, "What you wrote in the essay. He thinks Mom and Dad should know and also you need some professional help." "What...! You...you're not gonna tell Mom and Dad are you? Please Ivy?" he begged. "Good God no! I won't. Now will you relax?" He didn't talk. He was obviously not expecting anyone to know, let alone his sister. "Jake why'd you write that essay?" He didn't answer. "Jake come on, I'm your sister. You have nothing to be afraid of. Tell me why'd you write it?" He looked at her and said, "I... I don't know. I've been feeling like this for some time. I guess deep down I wanted to know how it feels to be a girl or a woman. I still do. I had all this feelings of becoming someone else, mostly women. But I didn't let anyone know. I buried them with in myself. But lately it got so hard keeping all those feelings within me. So I wrote that essay. And I thought Mr. Paulson wouldn't tell anyone. But he did." His words reminded her of what she had undergone. All those feelings of desire, shame, fear, not knowing what's right and wrong. It was hell. She didn't know what to do with Jake now. She could just pretend to be his sister. As far as he knew about the real Ivy, she'd accept his brother. She'd love him despite this new development in her brother. She fell in love with Max for crying out loud. She could just console him and say some soothing words just like the real Ivy would. After all she knew about her, she was perfectly capable of mimicking the real Ivy. Or she could help him. No one helped her when she was going through all of this. Jake looked like he needed help. "You're ashamed of me," Jake's words interrupted her thoughts. "What? No, of course not. Why'd you even think that?" "I don't know. It's not normal that your little brother suddenly reveals he wants to be a woman." She sighed. "Look, I'll be honest. I am surprised by all of this. I don't know what to do or how to help you." That much was true. "But," she continued "I am trying to understand. Do you really want to be a woman? Do you not like being a guy? I mean do you want to be a transgender?" "No...I don't want to be a transgender. I just want to feel how it feels being a woman. And of course I like being a guy. I think of myself as one. But I just...I...how do I describe it? I..." "You want to be a woman. You like being a woman. Not forever but as a hobby." "Yeah...yes...I just...The idea of becoming someone else, taking over their identity, it's...enticing. And I want to experience being the other sex." Great! He feels exactly how she does. He has the same desires as her. A plan was already beginning to form in her mind. After some thinking she made her decision. A small part of her was telling her not to do it, that she was gonna regret it later, but it was too late. "Jake, I may not completely understand what you're going through, but I want to help you. And I know someone who can." "Who is it? Are you talking about some kind of a shrink or a psychiatrist?" "No, no, he's a friend. He knows what you're going through. He completely gets it." "Which friend? I think I know about your friends. Is it Caleb, Jason, Doug?" Who are they? Ivy never told me about them she thought. She made a mental note of asking Ivy later when they had patched things up. "He's new." "New? Is he your boyfriend?" he asked narrowing his eyes. Ivy gave him a serious it's none of your business look. "Sorry," he said. "It's ok. We're dating. But right now we're going through a rough patch. But he can help you." "But how does he know what I feel? He's some kind of shrink, isn't he?" "No, he's... different. You'll see when you meet him. I'll give you his number, call him. I'll talk to him right away," she said and gave him her number. "Okay. But what about Mom and Dad? Aren't you gonna tell them?" "Do you want me to?" "No." "Then I won't. In fact I'll do better. You don't have to talk to me about this. Never again. I'm going to pretend like today never happened." "Okay, I guess." "So, if you ever ask me about today, I will act like I don't know what you're talking about." This way there won't be any problem ever if Jake asks the real Ivy. "Thanks, Ivy." "So one last question? Are you straight, gay or bisexual?" "I... I guess I'm a bi." Same as her she thought. "Good, now let's go. I'll have to leave now." They got up to leave. "Hey, you said you'll get me a picture with Lyla Jackson." "Oh...that, she's kind of busy right now. But I'll take you to her for sure. I promise." "Okay." As she was about to leave, "Hey Ivy, thanks for supporting today. I didn't know how you would react." "You're my brother. I'll always have your back," she said. Jake suddenly hugged her. She wasn't expecting that, but she hugged him back. She remembered on her date night with the real Ivy that she often ruffled his brother's hair. So she did the same thing now. "God, Ivy don't do that. I'm not a kid anymore." "But you'll always be my little brother," she said smiling. After saying their goodbyes, Ivy left. Now that's taken care of, for now anyway, she has to focus on how to get Ivy back. She had to see her, explain her side of things and also about Cole meeting with Ivy. It's best she hears from her first. But looking at herself, she realized she can't go like this. She had to get out of this bodysuit. Getting into her car, she rolled up the car windows. The windows were tinted so that people from outside can't see in. Taking out the spare body suit from the duffel bag she brought, she quickly took off her clothes. Her fingers then found the invisible seam at her throat and began peeling the mask. After peeling enough skin so that her fingers could hold properly, she pulled it upwards with force. The skin on her face began to stretch and it came off along with the mask to reveal Max's face. He straightened the mask which had now become inside out since he had pulled it off quickly. He removed the contacts and dentures. While about to remove the voice modulator on his throat, his phone rang. It was from Cole. Suddenly alert, he looked around him. Did he find me? he thought. But there was no sign of the FBI and police cars. They weren't there. Then why was he calling. He decided to answer and see how this goes. Besides they can't track his location using the phone call. He had already encrypted his phone heavily. He removed the voice modulator first so that he wouldn't recognize Ivy's voice. He applied the voice modulator from the other suit. After testing his voice, his voice was that of different woman. "Hello Cole," he said. "Where are you?" "No greetings, straight to the point. You sound desperate." "Where are you?" "Like I'm gonna tell you. You're the FBI, catch me if you can." He kept quiet for a few seconds. "So you know." "Yes. You know I was actually a bit shocked that the FBI came to capture me, after all I did for you. I helped you solve many cases and helped catch some of the dangerous criminals, Jason Cotilard included." "Well, Jason Cotilard escaped a few days ago." "What? How?" That was news to him. Will he come after him? He couldn't even if he wanted to because he won't able to find Anika Wallis. "He's...well connected." "I caught him and handed over him to you, but you guys couldn't keep one guy in prison. Some FBI you are. And now you're out to catch me. You're pathetic." "Believe me, I never wanted this. But those were my orders. The Director thinks you're dangerous. With your talent and tech you can imitate anyone and that makes you a threat." "Do you really want me to believe that? And yes, my talent and tech are amazing I admit. But I haven't hurt anyone except those who deserve. Then why are you after me?" "Look we can talk this over in person. We should meet. I promise I'll come alone." He thought of accepting it. But he very well knew it was a trap. Cole was a good officer as far as he knew. There may be some truth in his words. He really may be just following orders, even though he didn't want to. But he didn't care about that now. There are more important things to worry about. "Goodbye Cole. We're done. I think I already had done the heavy lifting in Lyla's case. You can figure out the rest. You're the FBI for God's sake. I can't do everything for you." "Wait..." "And one more thing. Tell your tech guys not to bother tracing my call. Because they can't. Truth to be told your tech is...poor and old. Goodbye," he said and cut the call. Well there's no need for him to be Lyla Jackson now. To be honest he liked being a super model even though it was exhausting. He hoped the real Lyla Jackson would get well soon. While about to taking off the bodysuit his phone rang again. "What now!," he groaned. It was from Jake. That was fast he thought. Very fast. He didn't even wait for sometime. Well his sister just told him she'd tell his boyfriend right away he thought. May be he really was that desperate. Taking off his voice modulator he answered the phone. "Uhh...hi." "Who's this?" "I'm Jake, Ivy's brother." "Ahh...yes, your sister called just now and told me about you." "Okay, so...can you help me...figure things out." "Of course Jake, I know exactly how you feel. I'll help you as much as I can." "Okay...when can we meet?" "I'll text you the date and address. Be there and listen to what I have to say. If you don't like my help, that's okay too. You're free to leave." He was quiet for a few seconds. "Ahh...okay...thank you. Can I know your name?" Jake said. "It's Max Rover. And Jake, know this. You don't have to be afraid of how you feel." "Okay," he said and ended the call. Max sent him the date and address. Let's see how that goes he thought. He picked up the other mask and was about to wear when a thought hit him. Should he go as someone else to Ivy? She is mad at him. He thought it would be best if he went as himself, as Max Rover. May be she would be more forgiving. He looked at himself. Even with mask off, his body still looked like Ivy's. He didn't have any guy clothes with him. He made a mental note of keeping a spare men's clothes with him just in case from now on. With nothing to do, he drove to his house. He would change and then go to Ivy's. * * * "I'm fine, Sarah," Ivy said over the phone talking to her friend. "Are you sure? You just seem a little depressed. I can tell from your voice." "It's nothing like that, I'm fine." "Are you worried about the mortgage bills? You know I could lend you some money." "No, it's not necessary. As much as I need it, I think I'll pay my own bills. But thanks for the offer." "Ivy Sullivan, ever the stubborn." "Stop it," Ivy said laughing. "You know Caleb is throwing a party? You should come tonight. We could meet some cute guys." "A party for what? He got a job in Cisco and wants to celebrate." "No, it's okay. You guys go ahead." "You know Ivy, you should date sometimes. How long has it been since you've been in a relationship?" Sarah asked. She was already in a relationship with a man or a woman. She hasn't told any of her friends or family about Max. Frankly she couldn't decide if she's straight or a lesbian. Right now her relationship with Max wasn't looking good. She specifically asked him not to make her mask. But he didn't listen. She told him she'd take care of herself and didn't need saving, but he didn't respect her decision. "No Sarah, I'm not interested right now." "Fine..." she was quiet for a few seconds. "What happened?" "It's my brother. Look I've gotta go. I'll call you later. Take care of yourself." "Bye Sarah," she said and ended the call. Hearing the word brother, she remembered about hers. Shit! he has been calling her for a few days and with all the crazy things going on in her life right now she didn't even call back. Some sister you are she thought. She quickly dialled Jake. "Hey Jake." "Ivy, hi." "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't call back. Just dealing with personal stuff. How are you holding up in the house all by yourself now that mom and dad are out of town?" "I'm fine." "Are you sure? I could come and stay with you till they come back." "I'll be fine. I'm not kid." She laughed. "Fine. Now what did you want to talk about? Why have you been calling me?" "Uhh... you don't remember?" "Remember what, Jake?" "Are you seriously gonna do this?" What was he talking about? she thought "What did happened? Did I forget something? Your birthday isn't for 4 months." "Uhh... you know what it's nothing. It's nothing. It's fine." "Jake, come on. Talk to me. What are you talking about?" "It's nothing. I'm fine really. Don't worry about me." She loved her brother to pieces, but sometimes she just can't understand him. May be it's a teenage thing. "I don't understand what you're talking about. Are you sure you're alright?" "I'm fine, Ivy. Now stop worrying." "Okay, but call me if you need anything. I love you." "Love you too," he said and ended the call. Ivy shook her head. What was that all about? she thought. It was almost 9 PM. Only yesterday she was about to face Dan Morris and today here she was, all alone in her apartment. She thought about Max. Was she being too hard on him? Sure she loved him. But... her thoughts were interrupted by her door bell. Who would it be at this time? She went to the door and opened it. It was Max and he looked like himself. Not as Courtney or Lyla or Stacy, but him without any mask or a bodysuit. And he looked good with his black jeans and black t-shirt. "Hey, can I...come in?" "Yeah...sure," she said letting him in. After coming in he stood in the living room looking at the apartment. "You know, I like your apartment. It's simple and beautiful." "And you didn't come here all the way to compliment my apartment." He looked at her raising his eyebrows. "You're right. I didn't come here for that." "So," she said crossing her arms across her chest waiting for him to speak. "I came here to tell you I'm sorry. I made a promise to you but I broke it." "Huh..." "You're still mad at me." "What do you think?" "Ivy I'm sorry for what I did but let's face it. I did it to protect you. Dan would've raped you." "I can take care of myself." "How? By beating him. Sure may be you could. But I'm telling you from experience. Odds don't always favor you." She frowned and didn't say anything. "You could've waited for me. I could've come with you. But you left me while I was shooting the ad. Do you know how worried I was about you?" Well he was right about that. She didn't have to do the whole lone hero thing. She could've waited for him. And he was right about facing Dan too. What if something had gone wrong? Now that she thought about it, it was her who drove Max to do what he did. "There's something else you need to know." "What is it?" "Last night, after you left the party, I went to Lyla's house as you and..." "What happened?" He then told her that the FBI was there, searching for him. Since he was in her disguise and thanks to Max's credible story, they believed he was the real Ivy. The words came out of her mouth, before she could stop them. "But that's ridiculous. Why would they want to arrest you? All you've ever done was help them in catching criminals and you've never hurt anyone." Max didn't say anything. Just looked at her. "What?" she asked. "You know even when you're mad at me, you still believe in me and even now you're defending me." "I..." "It's okay. That's all I needed to know. Your words tell me that you still love me." God! He was right. She really did love him. "Look, take all the time you need. I'll be waiting," he said and walked towards her slowly. What was he doing? He was so near that there was a very small gap between him and her and then he kissed her. The kiss set her body on fire. It was like the whole world had just vanished. It was just him and her. It was taking every ounce of her control not to kiss him back. Argh...Fuck it! She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back deeply. Max moved back and said, "Does this mean, I'm off the hook." "Yes," she said smiling. "You know, you're lucky I love you a lot. Looks like, I can't be mad at you for long." He laughed. "That's a very good thing. And you're right, I am lucky to have you." She was about to kiss him again when he said, when he said, "You know, we could go straight to bed." "We could, but not tonight." "What? This is the perfect moment. We just had our first fight and patched things up." "I know, but the more you wait for it, the more amazing the thrill would be when we finally do it" He groaned. She loved watching him groan. "Fine. So what do we do now?" "Let's just keep talking and then sleep." "Okay, but next time I won't have any excuses." "I promise," she said. They kept talking for some more time and they slept together. It was one of the best nights of her life. * * * 2 days after calling her sister's boyfriend, Jake came to the address sent by him. It was Saturday morning 6 AM. Why did he ask him to come so early in the morning? It was a house located to the border of the city. A big one in that. It was less populated with a few houses here and there and there was a park nearby. He opened the large gate and entered inside the big property. The house was surrounded by trees and grass. It looked like a villa. It must be huge he thought. Looks like Ivy's boyfriend is rich. But why would he live out here? May be this was a mistake, coming here. Ivy said that he would understand how he felt and would help him. But how? Yes, he is bisexual. At least he thought so. All his friends thought he was straight. But he had never revealed his feelings for his close friend, Ashton. At first he didn't understand why he felt for him. Sure he still liked girls. But when he was around Ashton, it was different. All he wanted to do was touch him, kiss him. He thought he must be gay. But he still had erection when looked at pretty girls. So he must be bisexual. That's what he told when her sister asked him in school. He had talked to her sister later that day and she talked like that day never happened. She had told him that she'd pretend that what happened in the school never happened. But he didn't think she'd be serious about that. She talked to him like she didn't know what he was talking about. Honestly he was thankful for that. As much he had appreciated the support from his sister, he felt a little bit uncomfortable discussing about his sexuality with his big sister. And it wasn't just about his sexuality. It was more than that. He wanted to feel how it would be to become some other person entirely. What it would be to take over someone else's identity, pretend to be him/her and interact with the people in their life. He wanted to experience the thrill that comes with it. He knew all those things he felt were crazy, but he couldn't help it. And now there was no one else here. He went to the front door pushed it slightly. It was locked. He rang the bell and after waiting for some time and finding that no one answered the door, he walked away. This was a mistake. What was he thinking? When he neared the gate, he saw a woman. She came jogging from the outside and opened the gate. She smiled when she saw him and walked towards him slowly. She was beautiful with her long blond hair tied into a high ponytail. She wore a blue sports bra and matching leggings with shoes. Her body looked toned and athletic. He could see some abs on her stomach. In all she was a sexy bombshell. He was already having an erection. She removed her earphones from her phone. Even though she was all sweaty and panting from her jog, she still looked gorgeous even without her makeup. Standing before him with a hand on her hip she said, "Hi." "Uhh...hi. I'm sorry. I'm here to meet someone. I must've come to the wrong address." He was sure the address was correct. But this person isn't Max Rover. This person is a woman. He must have come to the wrong house. He was about to leave when she said, "No need to apologize. And you've come to the right house." "Ohh...okay. I'm here to meet Mr. Rover. He asked me to come." "You must be Jake Sullivan and I'm glad you came. To tell you the truth, I honestly didn't think you'd show up." How did she...? "How do you know who I am?" "Oh...I know all about you. You know I usually don't jog looking like this," she said her hands gesturing to her body, "but I thought it would be easy to show you if you came." She then bent down her hands touching the ground. "Who are you?" "Oh...I'm Max Rover," she said extending her hand. He didn't return the handshake. Okay...this is crazy. He was right, coming here is a mistake. And who's this woman? Max Rover is a guy, he had talked to him on the phone. He didn't sound like a woman on the phone. "Uhh...you know what. I'm just gonna go," Jake said and walked past her towards gate. "Come on Jake, at least listen to what I have to say," he heard her say behind him. But the voice was different. It was that of man's. Frowning he slowly turned around to look at her. "You asked me for help. Let me help you." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A male was coming from a woman. What is this? Is she some kind of transgender. "Who are you?" "I told you. I'm Max Rover," her voice still sounding like a man. Her fingers pressed something on her throat. "But I can be a lot of different people." And just like that her voice sounded like a woman. "Who are you? What are you really? Some transgender... How are you changing your voice?" "I'm not a transgender. I'm a man just like you," she said in a female voice smiling. "And I'm going to show you something. Don't panic." "What are you..." he said. Her fingers began touching her throat and began clawing at something. Her skin at her throat began peeling away. She pulled her skin upwards until it reached her chin. Then her fingers dug inside moved up. In her face. It looked like some kind of parasitic worms were moving beneath the skin on her cheeks. Jake was watching all of it with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe the things that were unfolding before him. Her face began to stretch and her eyeholes were enlarged becoming blank. And then her hands pulled her face upwards and it came off along with the hair. Now in place of a gorgeous woman's face now had a man's face. The woman's face was in his right hand with eyes and mouth wide open. His head was that of a man but the entire body was still a woman's. It's a mask, he realized. He couldn't say anything because of shock. Words stopped coming from his mouth. "I'm Max Rover. Now I can help you if you're willing..." "Teach me." "What did you just say?" Max said surprised. "I want to you to teach me everything...everything you just did." He smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. You know it won't be easy. It's very, very hard and difficult. Learning all of this and keeping this side of you a secret. And you must keep this between us. Never breath a word of it to anyone." This is what Jake had dreamed of. Becoming someone else entirely and the chance to become a girl or a woman, this is what he had always wanted. "I don't care how hard it is. I want to do this. Teach me everything...all of it." "Fine," Max said smiling, "let's begin."