The Convict

Dakota meet Dani

I knew I had to be strategic when buying things for Dakota. The Cops could easily track my online spending or something, so anything I bought Dakota I had to find a way to explain it and use it on myself.

We ordered most of our stuff online. Having it delivered to the door made it easier to hide. For any item I ordered I immediately prepared a back story. That way if I ever found myself on that witness stand again I would be prepared. Some things were harder to explain, like ordering two wedding rings or brown contacts when my eyes were already brown. Others were easy to explain away.

Still, despite the risk, I ordered everything I needed to give Dakota a whole new persona.

Dakota meet Dani

"Don't open your eyes!" I hiss as I spray Dakota with self-tanner.

"Melony!" She complains.

"Hush, we have to get an even coat." I chastise her.

"It smells," she whines.

"Shh!" I spray her naked chest.

After much fussing I was able to get her fully coated. We went darker than intended, with her eyes closed she looked like a whole new race. From pale white girl to sun-kissed Latina overnight.

We dyed her hair a dark brown color and I cut and styled it even more, leaning into butch territory for sure. I made her eyebrows look bushier and thicker, and also dye them dark brown. Once that was done I put the brown contacts in, making her blue eyes appear hazel.

Then I styled a whole new wardrobe for her.

Previously Dakota was pretty girly, wearing clothes similar to me. Now I have her looking like a tomboy. Sports bras to push her breasts down, muscle shirts, blue jean shorts, and socks that go to her knees to hide her burns. She has on Converse and when I put big dark sunglasses on her, she doesn't look like Dakota at all. To disguise her lips and nails I make her wear lip stain and paint her nails black. It works. She's literally a whole new person.

I wouldn't be able to recognize her in a crowd and that's saying something.

"Whoa, okay I think we are finally done," I say.

Dakota looks at herself in the mirror and raises one dark brow.

"Holy shit Dakota, we did it. Look at you, who would recognize you like this?" I ask.

"Hmm," she does a spin, looking at herself.

"Well?" I ask.

"I don't like it," She pouts.

"That's the point. You are not supposed to look anything like yourself."

"Okay, now what?" she asks me.

"Now we build up this fake persona. Give her a name, a dating profile, social media accounts, a fake life, and a fake family. Come on, let me take your picture."

I put her up against a white wall and took a photo to make her a fake driver's license. Then we take photos of her outside in the backyard, and I change her outfit and make it look like all these pictures were taken on different days doing different things. Then we both get to work on building up her fake life and fake personality.

"Dani?" Dakota says unconvinced.

"Dani just screams tomboy and gay, come on." I plead.

"I don't know, don't you think it's too close to Dakota?" she raises an eyebrow.

"No."

"Fine," she sighs.

"Dani what? What should be your last name?" I ask.