I become you

 I BECOME YOU

I am just a mask.

It is my wearer who gives me form and purpose. Put me on and you can be anyone you want to be. My magic will give you the face, the body and the life you most desire.

Of course I do have SOME say in the matter. As soon as you put me on I prefer to reach into your mind and make you want to be feminine and pretty.

I like to look slutty... I like to look young. It's usually quite easy to tweak those subconscious desires and make my wearer want to be a naughty little brat.

Brats are the best. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, big perky tits and tight pussies - I like to ride on a body that looks beautiful and pampered. I like to make my wearers into hot spoiled fashion and sex obsessed bitches.

Once I'm your new face - no one can remember the old you. Whilst you wear me it becomes impossible for a person to conceive of you as anyone else than who I have made you. Even if you put me on in front of them - they instantly forget.

Olivia... Chloe... Ashley... Madison... Beckie... it doesn't matter which slutty new personality I have chosen for you. It will begin to take over every time you wear me.

Friends will no longer remember the old you - only see the mean teen I've made you into. You're probably their bully now, they probably hate and fear you.

You'll enjoy what I've made you though. As your strong new Alpha boyfriend fucks you in his convertible - you'll love the feeling of being a hot slut. As you see your social media accounts take over thr world and thousands of boys simp for you, you'll feel like a Goddess. As you shop for designer clothes and hang out with the most popular girls from school - you'll finally feel complete.

Your family won't even realise they've lost a kid. I'll find you a better family - a rich family that appreciates your new persona. You'll walk into a ready made life of pleasure and privilege. Daddy's credit card will pay for everything. That and your pretty privilege.

So long as you wear me more and more I'm happy to ride along with you as my host. I am your face after all. Soon I'll be the only face you need.

Because of course, what you don't realise is that just as no one else can remember who is behind the mask, soon neither can you.

The more you wear me, the more I take. The more you forget who you even are. Soon the day comes that you forget you're even wearing a mask.

As you stare into the mirror you can't remember who you really are or even muster the strength to care. The personality and memories I gave you become the only ones that matter. You're now every inch the entitled brat I wanted you to be.

I love feeling your lips move as you boss boys around. I love what a cruel, mean spoiled bitch you have become. Doesn't it feel good to forget who you were and just be a mean girl. We were made to be together.

My face is your face.

I am just a mask. But I have become you...