Like Father Like Son Part 1
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Elena debated whether to go to the party as herself or to slip in as Martin. It would be as simple to rearrange the text on her invitation as to turn herself into the young man.
She had started out worrying whether her presence or her absence would be more suspicious if people caught on that someone had been playing practical jokes that needed some mutant powers to carry them off. Then she realised that would be inevitable unless the people tricked got so pissed off with each other they never got to compare stories.
That had Elena quaking in her room for a little while but she wasn't the same person who had set out that morning.
Sex itself hadn't changed Elena but the experience of finding someone who was almost a stranger and seducing him and his friends gave her the confidence she had been lacking. That almost any man would have responded the same didn't matter -- She had gone through with it -- having sex not once, but with five different people!
The party took on a new meaning for Elena. She had a personal invitation -- like around a hundred others (Computers and mailing lists made that a trivial exercise.) -- but wouldn't have been missed if she stayed home. She wasn't about to give people the chance to not miss her!
She couldn't show her new side completely but she could make her presence felt as well as that of certain other people and perhaps slip into a new persona and body image before she headed off to university.
"Thank you miss."
The guard scanned the barcode on the bottom of her invitation. Probably a good thing she hadn't come as Martin then; she could change the squiggles but not to the correct code number for his invitation. She had realised it was there to stop forgeries but hadn't considered the implications.
Elena felt stupid as she walked up to the front door. What else had she forgotten? What other dangerous faux pas lurked waiting for her?
There was a substitute for the host at the door. Xena and Gaby were two of the girls who had worked with Elena on various projects in earlier years and, if they had let her do most of the work, at least they had always been polite.
"Hi Elena. Smart move not having a parrot; you're forever wiping bird shit off your back. Head through there, drinks are out the back door on the patio. the upstairs is off limits. Little girls room down along that corridor. Enjoy yourself."
"Thanks."
Polite but not really friends.
The sound of music filled one room and a couple was dancing more as an excuse to pash. The floor show drew a few eyes; people getting a cheap thrill hoping for something more to happen. Elena moved past them and looked for Martin. She could start on her plans at anytime if she knew what his costume was.
She expected something macho; whether it would be of a horror or a glamorous nature she wasn't sure.
She found "Bond, Martin Bond" sipping his soft drink from a cocktail glass. Having secured a bottle of vodka on her person, Elena was tempted to swap his drink for a real vodka martini but she had a better use for the spirit.
She left Martin alone and went cruising. The numbers had quickly increased and while Martin was engaged she could get one job out the way. There were security cameras around the house but they covered the outside of the house -- not what went on inside. There was adequate security to stop burglars getting in and nothing particularly valuable had been left out. Cleaners would come through and some incidental damage was accepted as inevitable -- the security guards would see that it also remained incidental.
That didn't stop Elena choosing her spot with care and most of her changes took place inside the pirate costume before she spent the dangerous few seconds altering her costume into a suit.
"Hello Maureen. Francine not here yet?"
"She's getting something to drink for later since you gave her your car. She shouldn't be long."
"Mmm. She didn't perhaps hint at what she had planned for later did she?"
Maureen laughed. "If she did, I'm not telling."
"Want to dance while we're waiting then. Not that I wouldn't enjoy holding you anyway but perhaps it will encourage some of these lazy bums to get up off their asses."
"I think there was possibly a compliment in there but I'm not sure. Yeah, I'll dance with you Martin."
Maureen looked like a saloon girl from the Wild West. Elena stopped her when she started to dance a step away from "Martin".
"No. I've got a rep to uphold. James Bond would never dream of dancing with a beautiful woman without holding her in his arms."
Elena rested her hands on Maureen's shoulders and then slid her palms up either side of the unsuspecting girls neck. Maureen took hold of Martin's waist.
"Francine had better watch out."
"Oh?"
Francine's vagina had been assaulted by threadlike tubes that had deposited hormones into her bloodstream. Elena's palms did a similar trick on Maureen's neck but as well as the fertility hormones, Elena also piped a measured amount of alcohol directly into her dance partner's Carotid Artery.
Normally alcohol is absorbed from the stomach and gut where it is diluted in the blood stream. It passes around the body, king-hitting the brain on the way past and visiting the liver which turns it into substances that end up as love handles if the drinker isn't careful.
Maureen missed some of that and her neck felt hot from the rapid influx of alcohol into the blood vessels in that region. Not too hot though, local anaesthetic copied from teething gel saw to that.
Elena moved her hands down to hold Maureen under her arms. She bent her head closer to Maureen's ear.
"It's surprising you say that because I almost asked you out before I got serious with Francine."
Maureen giggled, louder than before. "What!?"
"Yeah. I often wonder how things would have worked out."
Elena danced Maureen back towards a quiet corner where they could exit. Maureen was sinking fast and Elena also didn't want to be Martin out in plain sight for too long.
Elena was fortunate to be able to manoeuvre the drunken teenager into the bathroom without drawing attention. It was early and people were gathered in the more open areas of the house to publicly socialise. As it got later, couples might seek out quiet spots plus there would certainly be a queue outside the door.
Elena didn't waste any time but she took enough to strip Maureen of her panties which she kept to one side. As her clothing altered to match that of the nearly incoherent girl sitting on the lid of the toilet, what had been "Martin's" penis extended until it reached between Maureen's legs. It found her cunt and continued inside.
As Elena's organ stretched, it narrowed. There was no suggestion of a fleshy tentacle raping her victim, though Elena could have satisfied one of Maureen's fantasies if she had provided the necessary bulk and omitted the alcohol.
Elena wasn't concerned about those fantasies; she had one based on revenge and with the expectation of revelations, reactions and recriminations over several months it wouldn't be so much a dish served cold as a multi-course banquet.
And Maureen got to be the proud recipient of Martin's valuable seed. If paternity testing was ever conducted Francine would see scientific evidence that her best friend and her boyfriend had been fucking behind her back. Of course they in turn wouldn't have to wait to see Francine had been unfaithful; the video would see to that!
After a little stretching in and out, Elena left a final trickle of Martin's cum just inside the mouth of Maureen's cunt. Let her find the evidence of sexual activity. If she cried rape a check would find a match to Martin. If not, then perhaps she would have enough memory of them dancing to give her a basis for accusing him of misbehaving; assuming she put the best possible spin on the situation.
Elena withdrew and checked Maureen was in no danger if left alone. Then, wearing Maureen's panties as well as her identity, Elena carefully opened the door. Her luck held but she knew there was no guarantee of that continuing so she used a reinforced thumbnail like a screwdriver to close the safety lock. Once her next task was finished she would return to unlock the door so Maureen could be found.
Martin hadn't strayed from where Elena had last seen him and, while he wasn't surprised that "Maureen" came over to join him, he didn't expect her to take his drink out of his hand and toss it back.
"James Bond, you're a phoney! That's not a martini."
The other guys who had been interrupted while trying to argue their points with Martin both turned to look at her, as did Martin himself.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Well it is a party!"
"Yeah, but it's a bit early Maur. We were asked to wait until the sun had set so Damien's parents didn't kick us out."
"Oh, I only had a couple. Are you sure you don't have anything for me? Or are you keeping that for Francine like the rest of your goodies?"
The other guys had trouble stifling their smirks. It got harder when "Maureen" put her hand on the back of Martin's neck and her placed her other palm on his crotch while she pulled him closer for a kiss. Unprepared, Martin didn't resist at first and then decided he could plead he was the innocent party if Francine found out.
The extra time allowed Elena to pump a little of her vodka into his neck. Not the incapacitating amount she had used on the real Maureen but rather enough to cloud Martin's judgement. It didn't work straight away and he broke off the kiss.
"That was fun. Am I as tasty as Francie? You are."
"What?"
"You're as tasty as Francine. Oops. I guess I shouldna said that but you got to understand it was a while ago. Bet you'd pay to see us do it now though. Maybe that's her little surprise for later."
Though Elena had released Martin's crotch she still had her hand on his neck and he was not eager to have "Maureen" pursue her reminiscences in front of his friends but they weren't about to let him hush her up.
"How long ago, Maur? Are we talking weeks? Months? Years?"
Elena looked dopily at Bryant. "When we first kissed? Oh, god, I don't know. I guess we'd just started High School so it's only a few years. We haven't much since she's been going with Martin. I guess he's got something I can't give her; haven't you stud! I envy her sometimes when she tells me what you two have got up to. Where is she anyway? She promised to show me something special tonight! Have you got something special you'd like to show me too Martin? Hmm?"
Martin was feeling odd. He attributed some of it to hearing his girlfriend had been pashing her best friend, even after they had started going out. The rest might have been due to the conflict that raged in him when "Maureen" began rubbing his crotch again.
"Something's moving in there! Want to give me a peek?"
"Maureen, we're in the open -- anyone can see!"
"So if we go somewhere more private... ?"
"That's not what I meant!"
"Well if Bryant and Trevor move around that side no-one will notice."
"They will!"
"You don't care do you guys? I bet you would be happy to see me holding Little Marty. I might even feel like shaking hands with Little Trev and Little Bry."
"Big Bry! And of course we'll help."
"Guys!"
"Now Martin, you shouldn't refuse a lady's polite request."
Grinning, Bryant pulled Trevor to the spot which shielded Elena's actions from those inside. Elena released Martin's neck and grabbed his waistband instead. She had his zipper down an instant later and her hand inside a second after that.
"Oh, I like that; it's nice and hard and much bigger than I expected. Can I get it out?"
"No!"
"Yes!" Bryant and Trevor both over-rode Martin. It wasn't a desire to see Martin's member but rather a chance to see just what Maureen would do.
"Come on Martin. It's only a little thing -- to ask." Trevor laughed at his own joke which made Martin think more closely about Elena's comment. Maureen had expected it to be smaller. Why?
"That looks as nice as it feels. Anyone else want a feel?" Elena mischievously grinned at Bryant and Trevor.
"No!" insisted Martin. He wasn't over-ridden this time.
"Aw. You want to see a trick I know then?"
"Sure." Maureen was normally a little hard to get on with. Whatever she had been indulging in to make a difference, the two watching youths were not about to stop her.
"Well one of you hold these." Elena removed the panties she had stolen from the real Maureen. Unclaimed, they would provide more proof.
Martin might have been concerned things had gone way too far but in addition to now being drunk, his blood stream surged with both testosterone and adrenaline supplied by Elena. It was fortunate that Elena was there and showing an interest in him -- his body was tuned for "fuck or fight", to claim a woman or to contest any challengers for her. That it was "Maureen" and not Francine was lost along the way.
"When I get my leg up, you hold it there. Okay?"
Martin, confused, mumbled an okay.
Maureen may not have been limber enough to do the splits but Elena had no trouble raising her right leg and resting it against Martin's left shoulder. He put his hand on her knee and held the leg against his body. Elena rested her hands on his shoulders and hopped forward.
"Now watch this trick!"
Releasing one shoulder, Elena reached down and pointed Martin's prick at her pussy. She pushed her pelvis forward and their parts slid together.
"Even nicer. Do you like how I made his prick disappear?"
"It's amazing Maur. You'll have to see if you can make ours disappear as well after."
"Don't you know a good magician doesn't repeat tricks."
Elena found she didn't mind "performing" for an audience. Once more, with another's face she could do things she didn't dare contemplate for herself.
It was an issue she hadn't considered; she had concentrated on wrecking reputations and relationships of the three people who she considered were most deserving.
Maureen's rep was headed for the gutter, or perhaps a toilet cubical wall, and it was now Martin's turn.
Elena not only surrounded an unprotesting Martin, she also used her vaginal muscles to fuck him while barely moving. With his body hormonally charged, Elena needed little physical inducement to make him come.
"Oh Martin! Not already! Francine said you were going to last tonight. No wonder she ... Oh hell! You didn't have a condom on. Bugger!"
Elena dismounted and hurried away before even hearing the judges scores.
Once out of sight Elena changed form. She wasn't herself though -- she would switch to her original (or revised) form in stages as she roamed around the house. One journey allowed her to unlock the bathroom door and then she stood back in the lounge and waited for Maureen to be discovered. Would Francine get there first?
Elena, once again herself in Piratical costume, wasn't idle as she waited though. She had some other little tricks like resting her hand on the rim of a punch bowl as she used the ladle -- how traditional! -- and allowed about half her remaining vodka to pour out through her thumb. It wouldn't make it particularly strong but perhaps hers wasn't the only adulteration.
She also socialised more than she had the previous year and found herself in a group who unfortunately included Frankenstein's monster; the same one she had shunned two years earlier.
Elena was glad she had her Pirate costume this year, even Maureen's Saloon Girl outfit with slit up to the top of her leg and fishnet stockings would have been better than a reprise of the Bride. (Frankenstein's not Uma's) Maureen's skirt had at least allowed Elena the freedom to perform her acrobatics.
What Elena hadn't considered was that the monster might change over the previous years -- for the better.
Anything she had said had been taken to heart as constructive criticism and Karl had not borne any grudge towards her. If he hadn't approached her before it was because he had lacked self-confidence, as had she. With his body filling out so he was more man than boy his outlook had changed as well and when Elena finally moved away Karl followed and caught her alone.
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