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Billy's Halloween - pt 3
🕑 Added 2024-11-20 18:35:15 +0000 UTC“Honestly,” Linda began, “I don't remember too much about it. The booking came in months ago, and at the time I just thought it was, you know, for me? Some Guardian Girls fan, something like that. I turn up, shake a few hands, take a few photos, maybe give out some ‘Employee of the Year’ award and that would be it. But turns out they want a little bit more than that.”
Billy nodded. “Seems pretty obvious now.”
“They were very, very specific in the end,” Linda said. “First, they said they wanted Elvira – but Elvira from a specific period of her career. Second, they told me exactly what I was going to be wearing, which, well, you’re wearing now. With the exception of the shoes, now I think about it.”
“Think they’ll care?”
Linda shrugged. “Somehow I doubt it. Anyway, finally, they asked me if it was possible for me to sort of ‘stay in character’ the whole night.”
Billy raised an eyebrow. “Did you say yes…?”
Linda shook her head. “Nah. I said I’d do my best.”
Billy cocked his head to one side. “I think I could do it. But honestly, I don’t know that much about Elvira apart from, well, the obvious,” he said, looking down at her clothes. “She’s sexy as hell and likes to wear a lot of black. Beyond that, I don’t think I could really say much about her.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Linda said with a smile. “Worry about staying in your first character.”
“Good point.”
“I mean, not knowing much about her is accurate to me, anyway,” Linda said. “I was around when she was in her heyday and I don’t remember much – she made a movie, hosted a bunch of TV. I mean, clearly the woman is very talented, but I couldn’t answer a pop quiz on her.” She blew her nose again. “So, appropriately, neither can you.”
Billy nodded. “So what you're saying is, keep my mouth shut and let the boobs do the talking.”
Linda rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself smiling. “Yes, I guess that is what I’m saying.”
Billy stifled a laugh. “Okay, point made. So who do I need to speak to when I get there?”
Linda picked up her phone and scrolled for a moment. “It’s Julie… something… ah, right. Julie Webb. I’ll send you her details, and the emails.” Billy’s phone pinged a few times with new data. “She’s expecting you – er, me. As long as you get there before eight, then everything should be fine.”
“What time did the party start?” Billy asked. “Am I walking into this thing at the beginning when everyone is awkward, or near the end when everybody’s drunk?”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be arriving in the middle. When everyone is still drunk, just not enough to regret it yet. But I guess you’ll find out!”
“Any other specific instructions?”
“Not that I can remember,” Linda said. “You’ve got the same emails I got though. Feel free to check them out on the way over.”
“Okay, sounds good.” Billy stood, wobbling slightly in his very high heels, which were a little unstable on the living room floor carpet. “I bet this never happens to the real thing!”
“I’d probably have the exact same problems,” Linda said. “Maybe come down from your perch before you leave. Oh crap – how the heck are you gonna get there? I can’t drive you, and you sure as hell can’t go on the bus.”
“I ordered an Uber, hope that’s okay,” Billy said, as he descended from his heels to the soft carpet of the living room. “I had to put it on your card, though.”
“Why the hell didn’t I cut you off on that thing?” Linda muttered. “I guess we’ve got no choice though.”
“Well, I could always drive myself,” Billy said, knowing what the answer would be.
“Uh-uh,” Linda said. “Not in that outfit. Or those shoes!”
Billy kept his mouth shut. Whether it was via an Uber or even on foot, people were going to see ‘Linda’ exit the house dressed as he was, but he had no reason to argue. “In that case,” he said, “I guess I can fix myself a drink.”
“Oh really?” Linda said. “I guess we can call that ‘getting into character’. But while you’re doing that, could you brew me a lemon tea with honey, too?”
“Sure,” replied Billy. “When I get back, can you give my whole look another once-over?”
Linda nodded, pulling out another tissue. “Go,” she croaked.
///
The hallway mirror stopped Billy in his tracks, as he noticed Linda’s reflection.
“Well hello there,” he said. “Going my way?”
Linda rolled her eyes, which was the appropriate reaction to her son’s terrible line. He turned fully to face the mirror, finding his hands on his hips, standing up straighter.
“Well, we did it again,” he murmured. He watched Linda’s hands slide down over her fake throat, tugging slightly on the mask, feeling the flexible material beneath his fingertips. Somewhere inside his costume, beneath his dress, he felt his arousal grow.
Narrowing his eyes, he cleared his throat. “Hello there,” he said, in a passable imitation of Linda’s voice. “Hello there,” he repeated, the voice becoming clearer, more confident. “I’m Linda Merrill. Hello.”
He smiled, fixing his eyes on her reflection. “Hello there,” he said for a third time. “I’m Linda Merrill, pleased to meet you! But tonight, you can call me… Elvira, mistress of the dark.”
Taking a step back from the mirror, he placed his hands on his hips and thrust out his imitation chest, once again feeling arousal course through him.
“Damn, you look good,” he said to the reflection, in a now-perfect recreation of Linda’s voice.
Satisfied with what he saw, Billy turned on his bare heel and proceeded to the kitchen. Humming softly to himself, he prepared a lemon tea with honey for Linda, and poured himself a glass of red wine. With drinks in each hand, he returned to the living room, where Linda was searching for something to watch.
“Thank you so much,” she said as Billy handed over her drink. “Hopefully this will help me sleep.”
Billy sat down on the other end of the couch and crossed his legs, enjoying the feel of the hose sliding together, as he always had. “How’s the tea?”
“Great, thank you. Enjoying my wine?”
“I think you mean ‘our’ wine,” Billy replied in Linda’s voice, smiling as he took another sip. Drinking alcohol of any kind immediately made him feel more adult, more real. Somehow it added to his disguise, making it feel all the more convincing. “Anything else I should know before my ride gets here?”
“Not much,” Linda said, sniffling. “You know Cassandra Peterson is older than me, right?”
“Who?”
Linda sighed. “The woman who played Elvira? She’s older than me. Like, maybe twenty plus years older. Just don’t let anyone make any cracks about my age, that’s all I’m saying. Hell, her show was off the air years before I was even auditioning.”
“Got it,” Billy said. “What else?”
Linda looked him over. “Well, at this point, there really isn’t much I can say about your appearance. You’ve certainly got me down... and I would say, in terms of me-as-Elvira, you’ve pretty much got her down too.”
Billy beamed, enjoying the praise. “Thank you very much,” he said, using Linda’s voice.
Linda paused, struck as always by Billy’s ability to imitate her. “I would say don’t do that,” she said with a sigh. “I guess you should though. Get the old vocal cords warmed up.”
“Exactly,” Billy replied in her tones. “Just think of it as a vocal exercise.”
“Do-re-mi, indeed.”
For the next few minutes while they sipped their drinks, Linda talked about the mid-80s and early 90s, when Elvira was at the peak of her popularity and when eventually Linda, another girl with a Hollywood dream, managed to land her role on Guardian Girls.
“I have a lot of respect for Elvira. Well, Cassandra, I guess,” Linda said at one point. “She didn’t quite manage to make the transfer from TV to movies, but she’s made plenty of comebacks. Even recently. The schtick just seems to work.”
“Big boobs never go out of style,” Billy said, smiling.
Linda frowned. “There’s more to it than that. She had a personality, a definite character. She’s sarcastic, doesn’t take any shit. She’s a force. Doing that kind of sexy, vampy thing while also still being funny? That’s not easy.”
Billy frowned himself. “You think I need to be funny?”
Linda shrugged. “I mean ideally. If we had time we could find some footage of her, see if there are lines you could reuse, but we don’t. I should have done more research myself. Just do your best.”
Billy nodded, taking a sip of his wine. By this point, he’d drunk about half of his glass and was starting to feel his cheeks slightly warm up.
His phone pinged. The Uber he’d ordered was getting close to the house.
“I’d better get ready,” Billy said. “The car’s going to be here soon.”
“Okay, okay,” Linda said. “If there’s anything else I remember, I’ll text you. Oh and don’t forget my purse. It’s not like you have pockets in that thing.”
“Great call. Thanks, mom.” Billy stood and leaned over to give Linda a very cautious kiss on the cheek.
“Enough of that,“ Linda said. “You’ll ruin your lipstick.”
“I’ll do my best,” Billy said. “Talk later.”
Picking up his discarded heels, Billy exited the room with a spring in his step.
///
Quickly ascending the stairs, Billy half-ran back to Linda’s bedroom. He found himself a black purse with a thin gold chain attached, big enough to hold his phone, which he slipped inside.
Checking his Elvira look one last time in the bedroom mirror, he grinned at the woman he saw there, then turned and rushed back through the house. Something about leaving like this, purse in hand, car incoming; it all felt very real, very adult, very Linda. A flash of excitement ran through him, knowing he was once more about to step into the life of a woman who he adored, both as a mother and as a sexy, mature adult… and then fool dozens, if not hundreds of people with his impersonation.
There was another slight buzz on his phone; his Uber had arrived and was waiting.
“Well they can wait for a few minutes,” Billy said. “This look deserves some final touches.”
The Louboutin heels, Linda’s ‘accidental’ gift, were waiting for him near the hallway mirror. Billy carefully placed them upright, ready to receive his feet. Now he knew the shoes were actually his, that they were a tacit acknowledgement of his disguise abilities from his mother, they seemed to have even more power, even more influence over him.
He carefully slipped his toes inside the first shoe, feeling the leather cover them, feeling it rise up to grip his foot like a loving embrace. He could barely believe how much power shoes like these had over him, but then he knew how much power they might wield when seen by men, and even some women.
“I hope you know,” he murmured, using Linda’s voice, “that tonight you’re not getting the ‘vanilla’ version of Elvira. You’re getting something special.”
He pushed his foot into the other shoe, feeling his stance adjust, his muscles lock in to his new feminine pose. “In fact, tonight,” he continued as he looked at Linda’s face in the mirror, “you’re getting a very special appearance by not only a sexier, younger version of Elvira… but also an Elvira who has a very big secret.”
Billy reached down and carefully slipped his hand between the folds of the iconic Elvira dress. His hand briefly roamed between his legs, fingertips touching the pantyhose, the panties beneath that, and his own subsumed cock, quietly becoming aroused.
In the mirror, he watched as Linda’s eyes narrowed, her own arousal obvious.
“Ladies – and especially gentlemen,” she said in a low, throaty growl. “For tonight’s performance, the part of Elvira will be played by Linda Merrill… and the part of Linda Merrill will be played by her son, Billy.”
“Trust me,” Linda continued, staring at her perfect face, “you’ll never know the difference.”
Billy laughed softly, picked up his purse, and left for the evening.
