A Masque by Any Other Name

Norman would expertly yank the light brown wrapping paper up, folding it into a neat little square and setting it to the side on top of the tall series of drawers; it was like a nightstand but not actually in a bedroom. As he grabbed the thing inside, set it to the left, and folded the packing light brown wrapping into a neat square on top of the other one. He swiped the box and went out the front door and chucked it into the recycling bin just behind the curb, as he went back inside and closed the door again he finally gave a good look at just what he had received. What he took in was certainly nothing like what he expected to come in such a bland box, a mask and not just any kind of mask but specifically a latex mask. The glossy black mask lay flat upon the tall table like storage. Stark white lines surrounded the eyes and mouth, the contrast giving the mask a ghostly appearance, one might even compare it to a certain symbiote. Norman scratched his head as he picked up the mask with the other hand "A mask? A latex mask? Why would I need this? Who would even send this? Who would even want this?".

Norman was not someone you'd call "kink minded", he knew nothing beyond the most vanilla of sexual content and actions and sadly this lack of any true understanding or exploration beyond the surface level was very common...very normal indeed. He marveled at how the mask seemed to be put on by simply pulling it over your face, something he couldn't help but admire considering that if all head related articles were so easy to put on and would just stay on then that'd save a lot of people a lot of time. As he held it above his head he would be very surprised indeed when it seemed to yank itself out of his hands as if sentient, his reflexes weren't fast enough as it landed on the top of his head only to...pull itself down all the way?! The black latex now fully encompassed his head, leaving only sharp white surrounding the eye holes and sharp white surrounding his lips, and thankfully real nose holes to breathe though instead of not having any or only having a bunch of super tiny ones. As he was reacting with shock he realized something when he attempted to remain shocked, as if his face was tired of looking like that his face was **** back to a mostly neutral expression and his mouth was **** into a shape that made them look as plump as they could. Wait...what's going on?! What's wrong with my face??? Am I having an allergic reaction?!