“This isn’t right,” her friend said with a devil’s grin. She trailed a finger across the green latex band across her neck and Esme’s envy burned within. “And you know why, don’t you?”
The gecko’s words flailed across her tongue. They ventured down her throat and expanded, strangling her until she could do nothing but yawn. Her friend, one of her oldest, simply smirked and tilted her visored cap.
“So say it,” She said. No, she commanded.
Esme’s lips were sealed tight.
The badger puffed out her chest, her green latex corset pushed her breasts so far they might as well have been a lighthouse in the night. “Say it,” she repeated, tapping her boot against the ground. It glistened like the rest of her, glossy as the latex videos the gecko watched privately on TikTok.
“I…I…” Every word was a struggle as if her mouth was full of fluff. The badger looked up at her waiting, and for the gecko, it felt so wrong. Her feelings stirred, and her body trembled. “I can’t be…”
“It’s your part,” the badger said, pointing to the floor. “You’re perfect for the role. Who here is the director? Who here has control?”
“I…I’m so busy. I’m an actor. It keeps me–” Becky cut her off with a riding crop in the air. Esme’s knees buckled. Her stress evaporated as they hit the ground, but the guilt remained.
“You are an actor.” Becky raised Esme’s chin by her crop, “A good one at that. Still believing your role as the mask begins to crack. You’re a liar to yourself, and a coward to your core. Where’s the girl who’d face her fears? When did she become a bore?”
Her breathing grew tighter, restrained as if something coiled around her. “N-No. I’m normal. I’m–”
“Normal?” Becky laughed, “No one is normal with your friends. Hui’s not the only one with dark desires in the end. Like attracts like, freak attracts freak. Yet you deny yourself as they slip away to others while you’re convinced you like men. We both know that’s not true. You’ve crushed on this badger since ten. Deny it all you want. Lock it in a pen. But the cracks are showing, and it’s up to you to decide whether you’ll fill them or listen.”
Becky pulled her in, wrestling her between thick arms. At the moment she clasped a gasmask on the gecko finally saw. Her body had been covered in latex bright blue latex, enough to hide her form.
“Breathe,” the badger whispered. Gas seeped in with a click of the mask. “Let go. If you can’t embrace your true role, then take the one I give you. Be my doll, Esme. My perfect plaything. Let me record your true self. Let this mask set you free.”
Esme cried out, sweat drenching her face. She twisted around, finding no sign of Becky or that dark place. The gecko sighed, blushed, and then looked at the time. It was two in the morning, and her body was primed.
“Fuck…” she collapsed, staring up at the ceiling. Flashes of Becky flooded her mind. She didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t. But it was true. It began when Becky and Collin, or Xuilain as they sometimes went, started dating. She’d grown envious and brash, keeping silent to hold herself from doing something rash.
Exhaling a held breath, the gecko reached for her phone. She scrolled through her feed for some latex and slipped a hand between her legs. Might as well enjoy herself before she went to bed.
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A truth of things to come or a hope of what may happen? Time will tell.
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