Celebrity Disguise Novels & Stories

She seems like a nice woman. After Emily and I got into our disguises, I laughed when I realized that we might just make it. I looked different. The gigantic sunglasses on my face proved it difficult for anyone to recognize me, but no, it did not stop there. I also had on a long curly wig, bright red lipstick, and a hat. My breasts were stuffed with socks that she paid for, making them noticeable, as a few men stopped and stared longer than expected. I groaned when I tried to pull down my too-short skirt, which somehow did not fit in with this disguise. Thereafter, we crossed our fingers and prayed that we would make it out of there without being detected.

"But you're too young. Come back after thirty years." "Please Calliope, save yourself from too much stress. You don't need to look anymore, I'm here. You can start training me now." Her hands were on her waist, as she shook her head. "You're the one giving me stress. So leave now." "I won't. My aunt will be devastated. I can make myself look older, I promise. Let me try on her uniform, I brought them with me. See for yourself first, then decide if the disguise will work or not. I will leave if you still think that it won't work. Promise."

A picture of his disguise rests next to it and I can’t help but smile at the long blonde wig that looks way too real, and the mustache attached to his face makes him look like a completely different person. I could recognize him, anyway. Those eyes. Those eyes will never hide from me. I smile as I see a red dress resting on the chair. I immediately replace my jeans and t-shirt with the red dress that hugs all my curves and I smile as I remember I have red lipstick in my purse.

Hailey brought in a top male model and two secondary male models to join them, making a group of four. When it was Natalie's turn, she handed Roger a top hat, covering half of his face. "Natalie, can't bear to see me?" Roger raised the brim of the hat, giving off an enchanting air with a standard gentlemanly gesture. "No," Natalie felt that this person never spoke seriously to her, so she lowered her voice and asked him, "Shouldn't your identity be hidden? Is your businessman identity fake?" Roger paused for a few seconds, his deep blue eyes gradually showing a smile. "Do you know what I do?"

"But let's just keep it under wraps, yeah? Last thing I need is someone to make me into a celebrity." She was giggling, and the sound was the most blessed I had ever heard. "Aren't people going to be looking for you all over hotspots? Well, I did bring a disguise or two along just in case." Sharon was talking with her mouth full of bread as she rummaged around in her bag and pulled out some oversized shades and a chic scarf. "No one's gonna suspect anything." "You're too good at this stuff. "I've had a wee bit of practice," she replied with a voice lowered by just a bit as she wrapped the scarf around her head dramatically. "Come on. Let's get out of here before your wife starts wondering wh

“We can also share our lives and information through apps.” “And what kind of things do you share?” he asked. “Not much. I’m not big on sharing my life with people. You’re my only exception—the only one I want to know everything about me.” “Then what’s this picture?” he asked, pointing at my profile photo. “Well, as Eliza, I’m pretty private. But I have a second identity as a famous singer, where I’m forced to show certain things.” I opened my profile and showed him more pictures. “I use this disguise for my performances so no one recognizes me in my daily life.”

Her expression was calm. Mia forced out a nervous smile. “Clarissa.” Clarissa slid into the seat across from her. “You wore a disguise. What for? Paparazzi stopped caring about you three scandals ago.” Mia winced slightly but didn’t argue. She took off her sunglasses and placed them on the table. Her face looked tired and pale. Makeup could only hide so much. “I just didn’t want anyone to see us,” Mia muttered. “I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

Pietro nodded with a smile and excused her. When Brittany got to the bar that evening she decided to wear a dark mask and dark shades to disguise herself so people wouldn’t take photos of her working at the bar and post them. She walked to the counter and there Cole stood in his Vincci disguise and hid and cylindrical lens. She froze when she saw him and stood there staring at him, he also stopped mixing his drinks and stood there staring at her. He blew her a kiss making her blush. She walked to stand beside him and took an apron and wore it.

“Sometimes, you can sound smart when you put your mind to it.” “What do you mean ‘sound smart’? I am smart!” “We’ll talk about that fact at a very later time.” Xander is quick to look away like he is trying to avoid the topic. “Anyway, let’s go. You’re disguised, so no one will recognize you.” “I wear a black wig and a hat. How the hell will no one be able to know the difference!?” Xander crosses his arms, looking at me with a disappointing gaze. “We debuted in the celebrity world with just a wig and makeup, and no one ever recognized us.”

"Well then your dream is about to become reality, though we have to watch out for paparazzi." I had no idea that when he talked about watching out for paparazzi, he meant we had to use disguises because he was fucking famous as hell. His assistant, a female who wouldn't stop glaring at me like I stole something from her, came with the disguises. A blonde wig and sunglasses for me, some sort of combination between a baseball cap and black hair. "I think we should allow Amethyst be natural," I suggested, adding a little laugh at the end so it wouldn't sound aggressive, "People hardly know her and I don't think she would love to wear a scratchy wig on her hair."