She quickly positioned the mask in place over her pubis and tied the strings around the swell of her hips under the red chiffon of the gown. The effect was startling with her all too feminine breasts and a male appendage between her legs. She looked like a comely hermaphrodite like in the tall tales told by winter firelight.
What would complete her disguise? She looked around hurriedly and saw another mask on the table near the woman, placed so it seemed to be staring straight at her. Catrin looked at it in puzzlement. She could have sworn the other mask had still been on the woman’s wrist and was much smaller than this one.
She picked it up and the inanimate object seemed to throb in her hands, urging her to slip it on. It was a full mask, which would cover her head completely, with onl
