Disguised Asmr Novels & Stories

Once it was discovered that she had disappeared, Leo would definitely mobilize all his forces like a madman to find her. Amy had to change her face before he came knocking on her door. "So what are you waiting for? Get on with it!" Amy said coldly to the man in front of her. This man's name was Gordon. He claimed to be a craftsman who possessed the ancestral technique of face-changing, able to make skin masks by carving molds of people's faces. Amy learned about him because she had done an interview program called "Wonderful Life" before, mainly interviewing people with various strange abilities.

[Trash like that should have logged out ages ago.] I knew Victor was a light sleeper, but I still didn't expect him to wake up before the sleeping mist had even worn off. Thankfully, I had prepared a backup plan. I had already used a disguise item to change my appearance and hide my gray monster eyes. Right now, I looked exactly like a player. Even my face was different. There was no way Victor could recognize me. I looked at him with forced fear. "I'm not a monster. I'm a player."

"If you trigger a 'Haptic Feedback' error, the security drones will flag us." We were almost at the Archive building when a man on a silver disc suddenly stopped. He didn't have a headset on. He was young, maybe twenty, with a bored expression. He looked at us. Not at our avatars, but at **Us**. He blinked. He looked at the ash on Rowan’s shirt. He looked at the blood on my arm. "Whoa," he said, his voice sounding thin and weak in the real air. "Hey... you guys look... really high-res. What mod is that? 'The Homeless Experience'?"

She made them see her in her ethereal state to fully convince her that she is completely drained from the incident yesterday and cannot be woken up as she is a deep sleeper. However, once she was sure that they would not check her room again, she got into work. Opening a hidden space in her closet where clothes were hidden, she began dressing herself into something that they will not see nor imagine her even dressing as such. ‘A perfect way to conceal.’ Hestia thought to herself as she remembered the lessons given to her as well as the training about disguise when she was younger and still inside the ISO.

A shard of a memory flashes back to me–this person, this thing, grinning at me in the kitchen. “You,” I hiss. The thing smiles. It’s a wonder that I ever mistook it for Dalton, or even for a human being, in the first place. In the bright light of day, it looks almost faded. Its ashen face is shadowed in spite of the sun overhead. It looks like a wax figure brought to life, too uncanny to possibly be real. “Call me Amos,” it insists, its tone dripping with false politeness. “Since we’re so close.”

Our little family. Reaching forward, my fingers touch the screen as I watch the interaction between her and my associates. Based on Nessa's reaction to Ms. Smith as she and Reggie gaze at one another, I can tell that Katelyn was right about the new disguise tech she just developed. Color shifting makeup that can change highlights and contours on demand. Applied evenly, it can be manipulated to give anyone the appearance of another person without plastic surgery or prosthetics--a cosmetic deep-fake that can be changed as quickly as one moves from one room to the next.

I still couldn’t look at him in the eye. “NO.” I heaved a sigh and started removing my jumper. “Hey, w-what the fuck are you doing?!” He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not now!” “Disguise! You need a disguise to get out of here, Jesus… Not everyone has a dirty mind like yours!” I rebutted furiously. Swiftly, I removed my jumper and handed it to him. “Give me your jacket.” In a minute, I had his jacket over mine while he wore my jumper—since it was extra large, it covered him nicely. I tucked his paws into the jumper’s sleeves, then pulled my hair up into a neat bun and ruffled his hair into a drunkard’s mess.

They simply invoke and then attack. This makes me wonder why they want my power if they won’t cast spells anyway. I cleared my mind and focused on the task at hand. I need to teleport, and I need to be specific about where I want to go. But before that, I need to add another layer of magic to conceal my disappearance. I covered my whole body with a duvet and muttered an incantation so soft that it was almost lower than a whisper. The first layer was to create an illusion of my body movements that would loop every half an hour to deceive the technician monitoring the cameras inside my room.

He added, with a hint of skepticism. “Well...” I trailed off, removing my wig to reveal my real hair and taking out the colored contacts. “I was just trying out a new style.” I said, attempting to inject a bit of humor to ease the tension. It seemed to work, as he looked amused. “Why the disguise?” “I didn’t want to be recognized.” “So, you’re telling me you’re here on your own?” He raised a brow. “I am.” I nodded.

“What is this Harry Potter wizardry?” I ask in awe and grandma chuckles. Even my voice has changed. “You are still the same underneath. This is what we call Glamour. Press the implant behind your ear and you will see.” She says and I do and the disguise disappears and I am standing the same as I was when I walked in.