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This fictional account contains adult language and themes. If such language and themes offend you, please do not read further. Copyright 1998 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing it. SECRET IDENTITY 2. The Transformation. Claire looked out her front window. On the drive home she mulled over her talk with Liz. Part of her wanted to forget it. But another part was excited. She was miserable. She'd accomplished her professional objectives, but they were hollow. She had no friends, other than boring professional colleagues. Liz's suggestions deserved serious consideration. She had two follow-up questions. First, could she compartmentalize her life like Liz described? Could she exist as two different people, one the good doctor who sees patients and is generally respectable by day, and the other a rebel who parties by night? She didn't know. The second question was harder. Did she want to be bad? After all, her whole life was built on being a good girl, one who never got into trouble, who never broke the rules, who never disappointed expectations. She sighed. The answer to this was a fervent yes. She wanted to be like Liz. To be precise, she needed to. She had no experience being bad, and wasn't sure how to start, but she had to find out. The way she lived didn't make her happy. She wanted to be happy. Where to begin? She'd never build a social life through the office or the hospital. Her medical colleagues at the office were married older men. The new doctor, Karen Adams, just started. She seemed serious, not a partying type. She couldn't build a social life with her coworkers. They wouldn't approve of the 'bad girl' image Claire wanted. To compartmentalize her life and build a secret identity, she needed help from somewhere else. Where? As she pondered this, she glanced at the new contact lens case on the table. She'd picked them up on the way home. She was to wear them no more than six hours a day at first. "I'll wear them only in the evenings, the first component of my new image," she decided. She laughed thinking about Supergirl, her childhood hero. "Supergirl had a secret identity, and so will I. I'll wear my glasses during the day," she resolved. "But I'll wear contacts when I want to be bad. It'll be part of my new secret identity." The simple idea seemed to encourage her. Contacts were a start. But Liz had other suggestions, too. Changing her damn hair would be a second step in creating a new, secret identity. God, she hated her hair! It was so plain. But that could change. Could Maya Wilson, the girl who did her hair, see her this afternoon? She dialed Maya's number and waited. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wow, Claire. That's quite a story. You want to create a new image, a new identity, to transform yourself into a party girl? I'm flattered you'd share this with me. I mean, God, I only cut your damn hair. You hardly know me." Maya Wilson sat across from Claire in her cubicle. Claire had told Maya about her discussion with Liz, about her desire to completely change her image. Maya had been cutting Claire's hair for a long time, but this was the most personal conversation they'd ever had. "I don't know who else to talk to, Maya," Claire replied. "The people at my office won't help. I don't want them involved because they won't approve. I need a new image for a new evening persona, a girl who parties. I want to change into a woman who raises hell and gets men to go to bed with her. God, I'm so tired of being lonely. I want to have fun before I die. My parents' death convinced me I need to change. Any ideas, in addition to solving my hair problem, will be great." She paused. "Maya, you look like someone who knows how to have a good time," she added optimistically. Maya frowned as she considered this. She was about 25, five foot six, slender and cute as a button. Her father was Caucasian but her mother was Hawaiian. Her mother's family provided her somewhat unusual first name. Her features were Asian, and beautiful. Maya's fair complexion perfectly complemented her long, black hair, which fell back over her shoulders and across her firm, oversized breasts. Her clothes were tight and stylishly revealing. Facial makeup was expertly applied. Claire liked her the same way she admired Liz. Maya was a real beauty, and looked like a woman of the world. "I'm no prude," Maya admitted with a sweet smile. "I play hard," she added. "I know how to have a good time. I get out a lot. I'm not sure I'm a 'bad girl,' but I'm not ready to settle down, if that's what you mean." "That's exactly what I mean," Claire agreed eagerly. "I've spent my whole life being 'settled down.' I'm fuckin' tired of it. Excuse my language, but I want to learn to be a bad girl. I can't do it looking like this." She threw up her hands for emphasis, indicating her whole person. Maya frowned again. She was adorable each time she turned down the corners of her perfect mouth and formed a frown. "You're my last appointment today," she announced. "We could go shopping after I finish your hair. I don't have plans 'til eight. I've got time, and ideas, too." She smiled. "You're good looking, Claire. You have a nice figure and a pretty face. And you look much better without glasses." She gave a naughty smirk. "You're a respectable doctor by day, but we can turn you into a real vixen by night." "That'd be so cool," Claire grinned enthusiastically. "Maya, you're wonderful." She spontaneously clasped Maya's slender hands. "It might be dumb to want to be someone else, someone different by night. But I have to try." Maya smiled. Her face was equally adorable when she grinned. "Remaking people is what beauticians do," she nodded. "That's why I like my job. We'll get you new hair, new clothes and a whole new attitude. Baby, when I'm done, even your sister won't recognize you." She took a deep breath. "Let's get started. Now, about that hair. I've got a few suggestions ...." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Claire looked again in her Lexus' rear view mirror. The two women were waiting for a red light. She still couldn't believe her eyes. She'd been completely transformed over the last few hours. Gone were her miserable long, straight, mousy brown locks, replaced by a new deep, dark brown head of curly hair. Because of Claire's desire for versatility, Maya styled it so be pulled up in a ponytail or bun during the day for a conservative look. Tonight, however, the hair bounced in all its newfound glory. She loved it! In her ears were two silver posts, earrings filling holes in her newly pierced ears. Eventually she'd get fancier ones. Hoops might be best for evening wear, but the small posts were necessary 'til her ears healed. They looked nice. She wore a new outfit, one of three they picked out at the mall. Her blouse was skin-tight and sleeveless, accenting both her breasts and her flat stomach. Maya said Claire's breasts, or "boobs" as she called them, were too good to hide. Claire'd never worn a top like that, but it looked better than she expected. Her tight khaki slacks accented the curve of her hips. Her neck sported a new gold necklace. She wore hoop bracelets on her left wrist, and gold rings on four different fingers. Claire felt (and looked) like a new woman. "Maya, I'm so happy," she bubbled. "I hardly look like Claire Davis." "That's the point," Maya replied. She wore her same tight, stylish blouse and pants. Both girls were dressed to kill. "If I may say so, your new hairstyle looks fucking great! That hair color is good on you. And the outfit is bitching, girl. You look good enough to eat." She released a wanton laugh. "I mean that as a serious complement." "Thanks," Claire nodded as the red light changed. "Where to now?" Maya glanced at her watch. "We've got a little time. I want to stop at one more store on Fifth Avenue. They have stuff that will look fabulous on you. But, could I ask a favor first?" "Sure, anything," Claire said happily. "What is it?" "I don't want to offend you. I know you're a doctor. But I was wondering .... I mean .... Oh, shit! I'll just say it. Could we stop somewhere so I can smoke a quick cigarette?" Claire smiled, but not the disapproving smile of a doctor. "Sure." Her voice had a pleasant tone. "I didn't know you smoked, Maya. How long have you been a smoker?" Maya looked embarrassed. "I've been smoking since I was 16. You don't have to tell me. It's a nasty habit. I should quit. I guess I just don't want to bad enough. Someday I will." "It _is_ a nasty habit," Claire nodded serenely. "But that's okay. No problem. I don't mind. We'll stop for coffee and you can smoke. How about the Denny's down the street?" "Great," Maya sighed with obvious relief. "I haven't had a cigarette for hours. I get crazy when I go too long without nicotine. I'm sorry, but it's getting pretty urgent. I won't make it to another store unless I smoke first." "Don't worry," Claire said, still smiling. "I don't mind." She pulled the Lexus into Denny's parking lot. They entered the restaurant without further discussion. Maya asked for a table in the smoking section. She looked more desperate every minute. The young hostess gave Maya and Claire a knowing smile when Maya asked for the smoking section. She seemed to sense and appreciate the Hawaiian girl's desperation. "No problem," the hostess beamed with an understanding wink. "Right this way." As they walked to the table, Claire felt the eyes of the male customers follow them across the room. She smiled. They did look like two women in search of trouble! The realization of being watched excited her. Wetness began to develop in her crotch. She purposely wiggled her hips as she sauntered to the table following the hostess. The smoking section wasn't crowded. The dinner crowd had dissipated. Only a few stragglers remained. From her purse Maya removed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. The white package with gold trim read "Marlboro Lights 100's." With interest Claire watched Maya confidently place a cigarette between her cherry lips. Maya was oblivious, but Claire noticed the interest of men at nearby tables turn into stares as the cigarette reached her friend's mouth. Maya flicked her lighter and let the flame touch the cylinder's tip. Her puffy cheeks drew in, and the end of her cigarette flared as smoke drifted from it. Maya's first pull was concentrated, deliberate and relished. She inhaled, keeping the smoke inside her lungs before exhaling. Prior to breathing it back out, Maya re-inserted the cigarette back into her waiting mouth. Again her bright red lips accepted the all-white cigarette eagerly, firmly wrapping themselves around it, pulling it back slightly as her cheeks hollowed once more. A second time the tip flared and crackled. Maya's suction pulled another large volume of smoke into her mouth and eventually down into her lungs. "Oh, God," Maya finally moaned, almost involuntarily. She began to speak, and bursts of blue-gray smoke cascaded from her cherry red lips. "Thanks, Claire. I'm sorry to do this to you. But after smoking every day for ten years, I go insane if I go too long without nicotine." Claire stared. The smoky haze encircled Maya's pretty face. "Do you enjoy smoking, Maya?" she asked softly. "It looks like you do." Maya frowned. It was the same adorable, little frown. "Look, Claire, you don't have to tell me I should quit," she said, the corners of her mouth inverted. "I know I should." Claire smiled benevolently. "I wasn't asking if you know you should quit, Maya. I'm sure you do. I'm merely asking if you enjoy smoking. That's a different question." "Oh, yeah, I guess so," she answered reluctantly. Then she blushed and smiled, cocking her wrist and holding the burning cigarette high in the air. For the first time, she noticed the admiring gazes of her audience. "Why the hell am I apologizing? Who am I kidding? Yeah, I love to smoke. I shouldn't, but I do." She took another long drag and inhaled. She tipped her head ever so slightly and directed a plume of smoke toward the ceiling in a thin stream. It was as if she was intentionally putting on a show. "I'd smoke all the time, if it wasn't bad for me," she admitted. Sensing Claire wasn't about to lecture her, she spoke with more candor. "It's probably a good thing I can't smoke inside the salon any longer. As it is, I smoke over a pack a day. It would be more if they still let me smoke at work." "Interesting," Claire admitted. "This morning I found out my sister smokes. At first I was horrified, but she made an interesting case. She says smoking has become a statement of non-conformity, a sign of protest against today's politically correct milieu. Do you agree?" "Sure," Maya concurred, exhaling again. "Smoking is something of a statement these days. It pisses off a lot of people. Of course," she smirked, "not everybody's pissed." She glanced knowingly at the next table where two men watched almost involuntarily. "But it does irritate most people. I sometimes enjoy pissing them off. Like, when me and my friends are out and some asshole complains. It's a kick to keep smoking and give 'em the finger. I love telling them to mind their own damn business." She tapped some ashes into the ashtray. "That's what Liz says." Claire looked thoughtfully at her friend. She smoked quickly, returning the cigarette to her lips every fifteen seconds for an allocation of nicotine, repeatedly loading smoke into her hungry lungs with relish. Somehow, Maya's smoking didn't seem disgusting. It looked intriguing. She looked neat with a cigarette in between her full, red lips. Her passion was evident. "Maya," Claire asked with hesitation. "Would you mind if I tried one?" She reached and picked up the pack of Marlboro Lights 100's, turning it in her hand as she looked at it. Maya was in the midst of exhaling a mouth full of smoke. She almost choked. "Don't make fun of me like that, Claire. I don't appreciate it," she said sternly. "I'm not playing," said Claire sincerely. "I'm serious. I'd like to try a cigarette." "What in God's name for? Are you crazy?" "No," she answered gently. "We agreed I'd create a new persona, a real bad girl. The hair, the clothes and the jewelry are a great beginning. But what could be more depraved than a girl who smokes? It's so bad it's perfect." Maya waited. She expected Claire to announce this strange request was a joke. But no such declaration was forthcoming. Claire tipped the pack of cigarettes in her hand and withdrew one of the Marlboros. She sniffed it. "Not as bad as I expected," she smiled. Maya was bewildered. "Claire, this is stupid. It's one thing to change your hair. It's another to get hooked on cigarettes. You don't want to wind up like me, do you?" Again, the placid smile. In fact, at that moment, Claire wanted to be exactly like Maya. "Maybe I do," she answered. "But I don't think I'd get hooked. You see, Liz has been smoking for a year and isn't addicted. The latest medical research says a small segment of the population has genes that don't properly metabolize nicotine in tobacco smoke. They can't access the 'high.' When these people smoke, they're not at risk for addiction." She smiled and held the unlit cigarette before her face. "Liz and I share the same genes, Maya. We inherited 'em from the same parents. So if Liz isn't addicted, I won't get addicted, either." Maya crushed her cigarette in the ashtray and took a sip of coffee. "Let me get this straight. You're saying you could smoke for effect, just for the fun of it, but not get hooked?" "Yes. Minimal amounts of tobacco smoke aren't much of a health risk. Hell, I know doctors who smoke cigars for pleasure without a second thought. This will be no different. I'll be able to stop and start as I please. But it will be great for my new image." "You might be onto something," Maya admitted. She smiled. "How do I get those damn genes? Maybe they'd help me quit." "I thought you liked smoking," Claire teased. "I thought you didn't want to quit." Maya sighed. "You're right. I don't," she admitted. "I only tell people I want to quit because they expect it. To be honest," she said, giving a tiny shrug of her shoulders, "I doubt I ever will quit. I like smoking way too much to stop." "Then teach _me_ how," Claire urged. "You don't want to quit, and I won't have to. Show me what to do." Maya slowly and carefully explained the mechanics of smoking. With a second cigarette, she demonstrated all aspects of smoking, how to light it and how to puff and exhale. As she smoked the second cigarette, Maya inhaled. But she warned Claire not to, suggesting maybe she shouldn't even try, just to be safe. "Nonsense," Claire asserted confidently. "Real smokers inhale. The new, bad Claire must smoke like a real smoker. Show me how. I don't want to look like a prude.." Maya followed with a quick lesson, carefully showing how to pull the smoke into the lungs without coughing, and how to properly exhale. Claire understood. Maya finished the second cigarette, and immediately lit up a third. This one she handed to Claire. "Go ahead and try it, girl, like I showed you," she instructed. "Don't inhale yet, though. First get used to sucking on the cigarette and blowing the smoke back out again." Claire looked at the burning cigarette in her right hand. The thrill of what she was about to do once again caused her crotch to feel wet. She glanced at the men at the next table. Now they were watched her, too. She smiled. Meanwhile, Maya lit another cigarette of her own. "Go ahead, Claire," she teased. "Let's see you smoke, baby." Lifting the cigarette to her lips, Claire gently puffed. The taste was bitter, but not as harsh as she expected. She hated ambient smoke. But this was completely different. Having the smoke inside her mouth wasn't bad. In truth, it was almost enjoyable. Claire blew it out. Now she was excited. This wasn't as hard as she thought! She hadn't mentioned it to Maya, but she'd experimented with smoking once before. During her junior year in high school back in Springdale, Claire had a friend who smoked. She urged Claire to try it. She did, although secretly. Claire enjoyed experimenting with smoking at the time, but very soon had decided that smoking was inconsistent with the image she'd worked so hard to create. She probably smoked ten to fifteen cigarettes as a teenager, but that was sixteen years earlier. However, the sensation wasn't completely foreign. She successfully took six shallow puffs as her cigarette burned down. "You're doing great," Maya said, with a suggestively lewd grin. "You _are_ a bad girl! I'm very impressed. How do you feel?" "I'm lightheaded," Claire allowed. "It's not bad. It's only the pharmacological effects of nicotine." She smiled as she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray. "See? I can be a bad girl! God, if my colleagues could only see me! Claire Davis, M.D., dressed like a siren and smoking a goddamn cigarette! They'd shit their pants!" She giggled. "To tell the truth, I like it. I feel so ... I don't know, so evil or something. If being bad is this much fun, I'm going to have a ball." Maya grinned. Once again, the smile was strangely lustful, almost lecherous. Because she wasn't finished with her own cigarette, she continued to smoke and talk. "No kidding, Claire, you look damn good holding a cigarette," she said approvingly. "With the new hairstyle, you look hot, sultry, untamed. You're a siren! At this rate, the new Claire Davis won't have trouble attracting guys." She lowered her voice. "You noticed those guys over there, didn't you?" "Yeah. What's going on with them?" "Some men are attracted to women who smoke. I don't know why. Maybe smoking makes us seem more worldly, sophisticated, mysterious." She giggled. "I always play with my smoke whenever a guy tries to pick me up. You know? No, of course you don't. I take long, luxurious drags and show him drawn-out, slow, enticing exhales. Like this." She took a last hit on her cigarette to illustrate. She opened her mouth and let a large ball of smoke hang in the air. Quickly, she snapped it down her throat. After it disappeared for a few seconds, she offered an enticing, lascivious smile, and slowly dribbled the inhaled smoke from her lips. She switched to her nostrils, and finally finished the exhale through her mouth. "Like that," she laughed. Claire was impressed. This was more promising than she expected. She wanted to learn how to do that. Smoking was going to be great for her nasty girl image. She looked at her watch. It was seven thirty. "You're meeting some friends at eight," she said eagerly. "Let's forget about more shopping. How about if you take me with you? Let me hang out with you guys? What do you say? Please?" Maya seemed uncertain. "I don't know, Claire," she began. "I'm meeting three girlfriends for drinks. I usually stay out pretty late on Wednesdays. I don't work until ten tomorrow morning. You probably have to get up early and do hospital rounds or something." "I do, but I've had tons of sleep the last few days. I'll be fine. Do your friends smoke?" There was an air of hopefulness and expectation in this last inquiry. "They sure do," Maya grinned ruefully. "When Angela, Leigh and I get together, I frequently kill a whole pack before the night is over. That's what smokers do when they congregate. All we do is drink and smoke and talk, and flirt with guys." "That sounds great," Claire exclaimed. "I need practice being bad. I'm already dressed for it, and I want to practice smoking some more. Just introduce me as a friend of yours who works at Parkside Hospital. Don't tell 'em I'm a doctor. Keep that a secret. Tell 'em I'm a nurse or a medical technician or something. Please? I don't have anyone else to drink with, Maya. Let me get wasted with you guys tonight. I won't be any trouble. I promise." "Okay," Maya grinned. It was the same adorable, lustful smile. "For a doctor, Claire Davis, you're sure a surprise!" "I intend to continue be a surprise, Maya. Watch me." She looked at her watch. "We've got half an hour. Let's get some more coffee." She gave a wicked smile. Her eyes were now dancing with excitement. "And I'd like another cigarette, too." Maya laughed. It was an infectious, carefree laugh, the laugh of a woman thoroughly delighted with the transformation happening to her collaborator. "God, you _are_ bad, Claire!" She shook out two cigarettes and handed one to her companion. "But I love it!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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