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It took him a long moment to catch his breath. He felt Maria's cheeks flush, and his breath exasperated. Masturbating as a woman... Well, that's sure to challenge even a man comfortable in his masculinity, and Sam wasn't entirely sure if he fit into that category.

He sat up, Maria's large breasts suddenly feeling much more cumbersome. With a deep sigh of Maria's soft voice, he decided it was probably time he took the mask off before he did anything he would regret. Being Maria was... Overwhelming, to say the least.

He stood up from the bed, trying his best to tidy it less any evidence of his actions remains, his breasts and hair constantly getting in his way as a reminder of his sins.

If the mask of Judy he saw was any evidence, it seemed that these masks were all based off of real people, and whoever this Maria girl was, exploring her body felt wrong. Yet... He couldn't bring himself to regret it.

He shook his head and put those thoughts aside. If he wanted expose Klaus he couldn't do the same thing he did, impersonating people for his fun. He needed to remove Maria and get his evidence out of here.

But how?

That realization hasn't dawned on him until this moment. He put on the mask without much thought, but he has no idea how to remove it. His heart sunk. Surely there was a way to do it, Ivan spoke of doing that job before, meaning he must've removed the mask somehow.

Sam tried simply pulling the mask off his face, first with one hand than with two, but all that did was squeez his increasingly uncomfortable breasts together and ruin what must be one hell of a face routine. He tried conjuring it coming off, but to no avail. He tried the back of his head, but was left with no results. He was quickly becoming more ****. Was he stuck like this now? He knew there was a way to remove it if Ivan had done this before, but until he finds it, he was.

He shifted Maria's weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other, becoming increasingly more conscious of the differences in his body. This wasn't good. The longer he stayed in this apartment, the higher the chances he was caught. He already risked his chances with this little self-discovery session, and he couldn't stay here much more. He rested a manicured hand on his cheek, pondering. There was **** really, he had to leave now. Maria will have to stay on.

He recalled seeing some clothes in the closet of the room he was in when he was hiding earlier. There were more clothes in the hidden room he knew, but the Maria mask being missing was enough of a risk as it was, he didn't want to take anything else from there. The clothes here would have to do, eve if the ended up being unfitting.

He stepped into the small walk in closet, inspecting the clothes. He didn't really notice it before, but all the clothes seemed feminine, and rather expensive at that. Prada, Gucci, Dior... All designer brands. Evening dresses and flashy tops... He lamented at the lack of anything modest.

Eventually he decided on an outfit, one he was telling himself he was only picking out of necessity, but in truth, a part of him wanted to see Maria in these clothes. He started with a lacy, black bra, noting in curiosity how it seemed to be the perfect size. So were the panties, and the blue summer dress he dawned. Even the silver heels he chose were the right size... Were these clothes Maria's? Or... For whoever wore her?

Stumbling back towards the bathroom he cursed loudly, both at the **** of trying to walk in these things and for the hole he dug himself into. Whoever this Maria was, she seemed to be an important face for Klaus and the rest of his chameleons, if it warranted keeping a whole bedroom for her. As he guessed, the drawers bellow the sink were filled with feminine products. He didn't dare try make up, opting to only apply some lipstick and mascara (not that he needed them.)

He allowed himself to admire his reflection in the mirror for a moment. He was... Gorgeous. This body oozed femininity. She looked like a model. Maybe that's where he knew her from? He couldn't believe it was truly himself staring at back from the mirror. And he had to admit, going out like that, with no one knowing who he truly was... It made him excited. Sam stuffed his uniform into the biggest purse he could find, Along with his phone, Maria's wallet and the phone he found inside the drawer. He also had a toolbox, but he knew it would probably be suspicious for Maria to carry one, so he just put it in the nearest utility closet. He figured they're more likely to notice the missing mask than a spare tool box.

He tried keeping a low profile despite his choice of clothing. He covered himself with a trenchcoat. With one last wink at his mesmerizing reflection, he left.

It didn't take him long to notice how differently people treated him as Maria. The building was tall and the penthouse all the way up, so he found himself having to change elevators. He arrived to his first changing spot, meeting with a rich looking bald man together with his bombshell blonde wife, both in gym clothes, presumably for their daily run. Sam didn't notice the man was checking him out at first, until they all entered the elevator and he suddenly heard a smack. He looked in the mirror, seeing the wife's angry face and the husband's apologetic smile, but his eyes were still fixated on... Sam's ass. He blushed and pretended to be on his phone.

On his way out of the building something cemented his previous suspicions. As he exited the elevator and stepped ahead of the couple, a triad of girls stared at him in awe, then started giggling amongst themselves. Just as he was about to step out the door, a bellboy called his way.

"Mrs. Vasquez! I didn't know you were in the city. Let me arrange you a driver."

Sam blushed a deep red, but kept his look forward.

"I-it's alright!" He waved back. "I'll go on my own."

"Please Mrs, I insist. Well your father does. He said so very clearly." He said, now right behind Sam. He had to turn, then move from the door to let the couple from earlier pass. They seemed to have been arguing in the back all this time.

The bellboy saw Sam's disgruntled face, and assumed Maria was upset about her father. "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't know that? Please don't tell him I'm the one who told you." Before Sam could reply, he quickly excused himself to ring the driver. A couple of minutes later, a black car pulled up in front of the entrance.

The driver seemed to be a nice old man. He Greeted Mrs. Vasquez, and not wanting to be harassed by any more people, Sam decided to just direct him to his home.

As they drove, Sam couldn't help but notice his body. It felt normal when his mind was busy, but whenever his mind was empty, it just started feeling foreign again. Even from this angle it looked gorgeous, his curls perfectly framing the curves exentuated by his choice of dress. If it weren't for the driver he would've probably fondled himself. Instead, he tried to focus on what he learned during his time as Maria.

She certainly was famous, judging by those giggling girls. The bellboy spoke of a father... Could it be that Klaus is Maria's father? They didn't even have the same surname, nor did they look very similar. Well, except for those piercing blue eyes.

Instead of continuing to guess, Sam decided to get some proper answers by googling her name. He smirked, immediately realizing his deductions were correct.

He was immediately presented with several photos of his current self in various outfits, events and shoots. Bellow he saw some headlines.

Is Maria Vasquez a nepo baby? All you need to know about the playboy model.

Maria Vazquez - Instagram

Maria Vasquez top 10 shoots & catwalks

Maria Vasquez addresses relationship with KLI CEO father - "He's a narcissist"

Why did Maria Klaus change her name to Vasquez?

r/MariaVasquezNSFW

He tapped the last one and entered the app on his phone. The sub had 112k followers. Jesus. It certainly didn't help him feel any less uncomfortable.

Okay, so he, or she now, was a model, and the Klaus' daughter. She probably takes after her mother...

He found a Wikipedia link and began reading the page.

Maria Vasquez, formally known as Maria Klaus, is a 25 year old American model, influencer and entrepreneur, and daughter of KLI CEO Gregory H. Klaus and his first wife, Colombian actress Claudia Vasquez.

Maria is known best for her work with Prada and Playboy, her large social media presence, and her makeup brand "Vascute"; as well as her estranged relationship with her billionaire father, including her name change to her mother's maiden name.

That answered it all, but only raised more questions. If Maria didn't speak with her father, why did he have a mask of her, not to speak of a whole closet of outfits of her.

Actually come to think of it, it made sense. If he was an evil oligarch with a world famous daughter trying to create a secret cabal, he'd also want to have her face in his collection.

It sickened him to play devil's advocate, but wearing Maria, well... It could help him understand his motives better, that's all. He didn't realize the car came to a stop until the driver opened the door for him. He looked up apologetically and struggled up, realizing he was in front of his apartment building in his sleazy neighborhood. One of the neighbors walking his dog gave his a weird look, but otherwise the street seemed empty.

The driver helped him stand, Sam just realizing he also had a name tag this entire time. "Giovanni."

"Thanks." He said awkwardly, brushing Maria's hair and stepping out of his hold. It felt awkward to have a man's hands on him like that. The driver gave a gentle bow and was about to walk away when Sam spoke again. "Um, Giovanni? Can you... Not tell my father about this?"

The old man silently signed a zipper and winked, Sam returning a thankful smile.

He got into his house and faced Maria's reflection again, having had enough of being a woman for today. He thought of his previous attempts to remove the mask, trying to think what to do different. He placed his hands on the sides of his face again, and closed his eyes. He tried imagining the mask coming off, taking a deep breath before gently tugging. And just like that, it was off.

Sam blushed at his larger reflection suddenly straining against the dress. It was odd to see himself again after all of this, especially wearing a dress. He yelped painfully and quickly put the mask on again, staring once more at Maria's form in a now slightly looser dress. Luckily his apartment was barely big enough to fit him, so he didn't have to worry about roommates.

He smirked, mesmerised by her beauty all over again. On a second thought, he may not have had enough of being a woman.