Mirror By Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com) As usual, the standard "adult's only" restriction applies to this transgender story. All rights retained by author. Story may be posted on web sites which have free distribution of stories. Please send me an e-mail letting me know where the story is posted. Chapter 1 - The antique shop "Benjamin, I tell you, there's something wrong with your brother and I'm worried about Randall. For the last month, every time that I place a telephone call to his store to talk to him, I get some damn woman answering the phone instead of your brother. According to her, 'Randall isn't there'. She gives me a cock and bull story about why he can't come to the phone to talk to his own father. Then about two or three days after my failed attempt to talk to him, I get a nice letter from Randall, telling me that he's doing great and that everything's all right with him. I'm beginning to think that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore." "Dad, Randy's got a good business and he's probably very busy working in his store. Buying and selling antiques can be very demanding on his time." "Don't try to confuse the facts on your own father. Randall can somehow find the time to sit down and write me a two page letter instead of giving me the simple luxury of a phone call where I can immediately respond to his verbal statements? He's written me three letters this month telling me how great he's feeling and that I shouldn't worry about him. That's two more letters than he ever wrote to me before IN HIS TOTAL LIFE. Why can't he find the time to give me a quick phone call and just let me hear his voice? If your mother was still alive...god bless her poor soul, she would be worried sick about him because of the way that he's repeatedly being difficult to find. It's probably true that if your dear mother was still alive, that she'd be a little happy just because her oldest son finally learned how to write a letter home. You know it's not like Randall to write letters instead of calling me and that's one of the big things that makes me suspect that there's something seriously wrong with him. I even compared his handwriting to one of his old letters to make sure it was really him writing the letters." "Dad, I'll admit that it's a little strange for Randy to suddenly start communicating through the mail instead of using the phone. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're just getting paranoid again." "Paranoid? Since when is worrying about your oldest child considered paranoid? Benjamin, I want you to drive up to Cleveland this weekend and make sure that everything's really all right with him. I won't feel right until you tell me that you've seen him in person and made sure that he's ok." "Daddddd, it is a two hundred miles one-way drive to Cleveland. And I'm supposed to take my girlfriend, Donna out for dinner Saturday evening. I'm not going to spend my weekend off by driving almost four hundred miles round trip just to look at Randy's ugly face. There's a strong chance that this could be the weekend that I finally get lucky with Donna." "Son, if you haven't got any of your new girlfriend's nooky after dating her for over two long months, then you ain't going to get any where near her pussy unless you win the lottery and become an instant millionaire. A woman who keeps you that far away from the interior of her panties, won't give you any good loving unless you slip a wedding ring on her finger and allow her to slip a ring through your nose so she can lead you around some more. Listen to some good advice from your old man who used to understand women before he married your poor departed mother thirty years ago and discovered that the rules drastically change immediately after the marriage vows. A woman uses her body to get what she wants from a man. You haven't got into her panties because there's nothing that your prissy-ass new girlfriend really wants from you. Your new love knows that she can get you to spend your hard earned money on her and she doesn't have to let you fuck her in return. I think that you ought to go see your brother instead of wasting more of your time with this particular woman. You went years without screwing some woman so I know that you can go one more weekend of not getting into Donna's bed without too much pain." "Dad, she's not like that. We have an progressing relationship because Donna is a lady and I respect her wishes. I'm not going drive all the way up there. I'm twenty-four years old. Randy's twenty-eight. But it's my girl's number that's more important to me right now. Donna's thirty-five - thirty-five C Cup, that is. I'm old enough to know what I ought to do with my free weekend off and Randy's old enough to know how to take care of himself. And I'm going to spend my time admiring Donna's 35C-23-34 body instead of checking up on my older brother just because my father is getting overly apprehensive in his old age." "Yeah I know that you don't owe me nothing...I'm just your poor father who may not be around too many more years...you don't owe me anything just because I devoted the best years of my life to putting food on the table, clothes on your body and a roof over your head. Spare me the part of your usual speech about how you moved out of my house five years ago and you're a big man who can take care of himself now. I'm not asking you to do much...just humor me by calling him and talking to him." "Dadddddddd! I don't want to poke my nose into his business just because you think he's avoiding you for some stupid reason. I refuse to call him just because you're getting unduly suspicious in your old age. That's my last word. I don't want to hear any more about this topic." ****** "Rosewood Antiques. How may I help you?" The female voice on the phone sounded professional. Just from the sound of her voice, Ben immediately built a mental image of a flat-chested thirty/thirty-five year old woman with her dark hair up in a bun and wearing glasses. She was probably wearing an ankle length skirt and didn't believe in wearing makeup or dating men. "Hi. I'm Ben Kline, Randy's brother. Is Randy there?" There was a long pause of five to six seconds dead silence from the woman before she replied. In that time, her voice changed from the cool professional sound to a higher pitched slightly startled tone as if she was trying to quickly think of a response "Uh...Mister Kline is unavailable right now. Could I take a message?" "Nah. Just calling my older brother to see how he's doing. Haven't talked to him in a couple of months and just wanted to chit chat a little. Can you ask him to give me a call later today when he's got time to B.S. a little with me?" "He's..He's not here now. He's on a purchasing trip and I don't expect to talk to him today." "Oh! O.k. Just let him know that I called. I'm sorry but I didn't get your name when you answered." "Marie. Marie Tanner. I'm the Assistant Manager." Her voice returned to a more in-control positive sounding tone as if she were talking to a friend now. "So my brother can afford an Assistant Manager now. Sounds like my older brother's business is doing good. How long have you been working there?" "He hired me a month ago." "Great. I'm glad that he's got someone to keep him straight. Well Marie, it's been nice talking to you." Her voice changed tone again, losing the professional tone and becoming a more relaxed friendly sounding voice "It's been great talking to you too. Randy's told me so much about you that I feel as if I know you already. You don't have to worry about your brother because I'm taking good care of him." There was just enough emphasis on her words 'taking good care of him' to add hidden meaning to the words. Although as Assistant Manager of the business, it was her job to take care of the business, her words and warm tone sounded as if she was also taking care of Randy's more intimate needs...perhaps even Randy' sexual needs. Ben's mental image of Marie quickly changed as he built a new mental image of a sexy blonde with big boobs on the other end of the phone line. Randy had always been partial to blondes and Ben was partial to women with big boobs. "Great. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting you someday." Again her voice changed, reinforcing the image of the sexy blonde with big boobs but now the mental image of the woman on the phone, was completely naked in Ben's mind. Her new tone was a softer, sultry sounding tone as she cooed "We have to get together soon. I'm so looking forward to...meeting you. Have a good day." As Ben hung up the phone, he felt very confused. Just as you can feel someone smile or frown on the other end of a phone, he had felt a strong sexual tug from the woman that had just hung up the phone. An indirect come-on, just as if she was trying to seduce him over the phone. Why was she coming on to him, if she was involved personally with his brother? ****** "Hi dad. Well, uh..I called him like you requested." "Did you talk to him?" "No, he's out of town on a trip." "See. He's spending a lot of time on the road now. Did you talk to 'her' and that's where she said he was? Is it her word that you're believing when she says that everything is all right with my son?" "Dad, he's all right. Right after I called, he sent me a fax, telling me that he's doing good and except for a sore throat today, he was feeling great." "A fax? Your brother can't call you, but he can send you a fax? And you think everything is normal with him? Benjamin, I didn't raise you to be an idiot. I tell you that there's something seriously wrong with your brother. You need to go up there this weekend to investigate this matter. I insist." "Dad, I'm not going. Get off of that tangent. He's all right. I'll call back tomorrow when the store is open and if he's not there, I'll request firmly about getting a phone number where I can talk to him." "Call his apartment tonight. I insist." ****** "Hello." The very feminine voice was friendly, relaxed, and definitely wasn't Randy's voice. "Uh..hi. Is this Marie? This is Ben again. I'm still trying to get in touch with Randy." Her voice became distant sounding and cautious as if she were trying to hide something from him. "Ben?...Oh...Hi. Randy's uh uh ..forwarded his apartment's phone to my phone so that I can answer his phone for him while he's out of town. He's still traveling." "Look, it's important that I talk with Randy soon to discuss some family matters. He sent me a fax right after I talked to you today but I need to personally speak with him. Do you have a number where I can get in touch with him?" "Sorry...but he calls in from wherever he's at sometime during the day, to check on the business and he just happened to call me right after you called the store earlier. His voice was very hoarse and he said that he had a bad sore throat." "Please have him call me. Bye." ****** Ben Kline unbuckled his seat belt as he put his car's transmission into the park gear before turning off the car's motor. He glanced at his craggy face in the visor's small mirror as he ran a large hand through his thinning hair. Another eight to ten years of ever-increasing hair loss and his head would look like a billiard ball with fringe around the side, just like his old man's head. Running his hand across his sandpaper feeling chin, he hated the way that his thick and coarse facial hair was too fast growing and thick while the thinning hair on his head was making him look older than he really was. Rubbing his fingertips across his face again, he knew that he had closely shaved that morning but his heavy beard growth made him look and feel as if he had a two day-old beard. Grimacing at his image in the mirror, he stared at his strong pointy chin, long sender face, hawk nose, slicked back pompadour hairstyle and deep set eyes under bushy eyebrows. He mumbled out loud to himself "Benjamin David Kline, you're one old looking mutherfucker already and you're only twenty- four years young. No wonder you can't get anywhere near Donna's supposed-to-be-virgin young pussy. If I was a young beautiful woman like Donna who could have any man in the world that she wanted, I wouldn't fuck a stubbled-faced, skinny old fart like myself either. Well, let's go see what Randy's new bitch looks like and get this out of the way so that I can go back home and tell Dad that everything is all right. Then maybe Dad will leave me the fuck alone and let me live my live without any more interference from him." Pushing the visor back up out of the way so that he couldn't see his reflected face, he climbed out of the small sports car. He stretched his six foot two inch, one hundred and seventy pound slender body as he tried to shake off some of the lethargic numbness in his butt after the two hundred mile drive from his home up to Cleveland. There were a lot of other places that he would prefer to be on a beautiful Friday night instead of Cleveland. But when his brother didn't call him within two days of his after-hours phone call to Marie, he knew that his father's suspicions might be right. And his father was still bugging the shit out of him, so that was why he was here to investigate the facts in person. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he had arrived just in time to beat the store's closing. The store was scheduled to close at six p.m. so he had rushed to get there before she could lock up the store and disappear for the evening. The ringing door-opening bell over the store's front door sounded too loud as he entered the front door of his brother's business. Antique businesses always have a changing mixture of displayed antiques and junk to attract your attention as you enter those places. But instead of looking at any of the crowded mixture of antiques, his attention was immediately focused on the young attractive woman that was busy behind the counter. That one glance at her was enough to invoke the image of the sexy, sophisticated, seductive, sultry slender blonde that Sharon Stone played in the Basic Instinct movie and to give Ben's preconceived mental image of Marie a beautiful face to go along with the perfect body. Randy's pretty assistant manager was the movie's star's almost exact twin with her lithe sexy body and sensual classical face. She looked up from the notebook that she was writing in and she smiled a 'welcome to the store' type of smile which quickly faded into a 'oh..shit' type of smile as if she somehow recognized him. Her large expressive blue eyes went from being friendly to being stunned to being scared to being cautious as he walked toward the counter. "Hi. You must be Marie. I'm Ben.", he declared as he continued staring straight into her beautiful but obviously cautious beautiful big blue eyes. For a second her mouth hung open as if she was flabbergasted at his unexpected appearance, then her face assumed a somewhat 'wish I was elsewhere but I will make the best of it' type of smile as she held out her hand "Yeah, I know. Uh...that is, I recognized you from your picture." He wrapped his large hand around her small hand and shook her hand as he pretended that he didn't notice her awkward coolness to his unexpected arrival "When my big brother didn't call me back, I decided to come on up anyway. Reason that I was trying to get in touch with him, was to tell him that I was coming up to see him this weekend. I've got a spare key to his apartment and thought that I would stop by here first to see if I could catch him here. Is Randy around?" She pulled her small hand back from his country-boy handshake grip, using the same hand to push a lock of golden hair back from across her face as she quickly uttered in a somber sounding voice "I don't expect him to be here..that is, to be in town this weekend. Looks like you drove up here for nothing." As he gazed at her, several thoughts rushed through his mind. "I WANT TO FUCK HER! Why is she hiding my brother's whereabouts? I WANT TO FUCK HER! She's one attractive bitch. I WANT TO FUCK HER! I can see why my brother hired her. With her looks, she could be incompetent and who would notice her lousy work. I WANT TO FUCK HER! Is she fucking my brother? I WANT TO FUCK HER!" Pulling himself out of his circle of repeating thoughts, Ben decided to act as normal as possible until he could discover what type of relationship was really going on between her and his missing brother. Smiling at her as if they were old friends, Ben's next few words are a cautious mixture of his personal attraction toward the woman, his desire to find his brother and a feeling that she was hiding something. "Well, I've missed my brother before so I know how to find my way around his place by myself and I've got a key to it. Look, it was a long drive up here and I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. Do you have any plans for dinner?" A twinkle appeared in her eyes and the expressed caution began to disappear from her eyes as some of her womanly confidence reappeared in her smile and the way that she held herself. There was just the barest noticeable movement as she pulled her shoulders back slightly, resulting in a minor, more rounded chest expansion of her boobs. He let his eyes drop down from her face as a result of her slight movement and he allowed himself the momentary glance at what he knew had to be the curved shape of two of the most perfect boobs in the world hidden underneath her blouse. Normally he liked women with big heavy tits but he could tell from her slender body that she had the luscious type of swimmer's body with firm perky tits that he couldn't pass up if given the chance to sample the merchandise. For a long second he just stared at her perfectly rounded breasts underneath the tight chiffon blouse. Then he jerked his eyes back up to her twinkling eyes which were smiling like a cat that just cornered a mouse - or were her now-gleaming eyes more like the eyes of a fisherman who just set the hook into a record-size fish that hadn't discovered that it was caught yet. Anyhow her smiling eyes and fluid body movements were expressing non-verbal statements that were easily understood by any man over twelve years old. She answered his invitation to dinner in a laughing tone but her response was a double meaning question "Is there anything special that you would like to eat?" He knew what he wanted to eat - her golden pussy. But he lied and responded with an answer that wouldn't get his face slapped "Uhh..no, I just want to relax and enjoy a good meal with pleasant company after my long drive here. Where would you like to go?" She pointed to a small doorway at the end of the room "The office is back there and Randy keeps a shaving kit in his lower right hand drawer for emergencies. Why don't you grab his razor and knock off some of that heavy stubble growth while I close up the shop." ****** A slightly cleaner looking Ben Klein waited on Marie to lock the door to the store. He had used his brother's shaving kit to shave so that he looked slightly more presentable and some of the cologne to make himself smell a lot better. He used the opportunity while she was busy locking the door; to closely examine the bewitching woman who had worked her way into his brother's confidence. She was about five foot four inches tall and looked like she barely weighed a few pounds over one hundred pounds. But it was a perfectly proportional body with wide rounded hips, a narrow waist and relatively large breasts on her small tight body. Her two inch beige high heels supported two of the nicest flesh-colored nylon-encased legs that he had seen in a long time. The shapely legs disappeared into a mid-thigh beige tight skirt that showed just enough leg to be tantalizing and covered just enough thigh to be acceptable for wearing to work. The delicate belt around her waist showed off her small waist while holding up the skirt and tucking away the bottom of a white chiffon blouse. The form-fitting blouse tastefully followed the contours of her chest and made her shoulders look narrow while highlighting the delicate thinness of her neck that demanded nibbling. The sheerness of the blouse softened the basic outlines of the soft bra under the blouse while at the same time showing that there wasn't a bit of foam padding within the bra. Her hands had long delicate fingers that looked as if she could play the piano but tipped with painted, long fingernails that wouldn't be too suitable for using a computer's keyboard; but the long fingernails were perfectly suitable for scratching a naked man's back. Her face wasn't the classical, chiseled beauty that artists desire to capture on canvas. Her eyes were her dominating facial feature, closely followed by her luscious lips. Her almost constantly gleaming eyes were too large, too expressive and too sultry looking to be considered classical eyes. It was easy to look into her deep blue eyes and be mentally transported to a private tropical island where you could imagined what it would be like to make love to her at the edge of the surf. Her nose was too delicate but the slenderness made her high cheekbones look rosier. Her lips were large, and lush; always inviting you to kiss and enjoy the peach flavor of her natural-colored lipstick. Her straight, mid-shoulder length golden hair looked as if she had been born a natural blonde. Overall those features made Marie Tanner one of the most beautiful women that Ben had ever been able to get close enough to talk to. So what if she worked for his brother? So what if she was probably sharing his brother's bed? So what if she was going out with Ben simply because she felt bad for him because his older brother wasn't there to entertain him? Ben didn't care why she was going out with him as long as she went out with him. His little head was doing a lot of thinking for him. Whatever had caused her to be slightly shocked when he initially walked through the door had completely disappeared and she was acting every bit as confident and friendly toward him as if they were two old friends going out for a night on the town. There was a teasing tone to her friendly sounding voice, a teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, a gleam in her warm smile and a warm blush in her rosy cheeks that showed that she was enjoying his companionship as much as he was enjoying her beauty. As soon as she finished double-checking the store's door to make sure it was locked and secured for the night, she pointed toward a large van sitting in the back of the parking lot that had the name "Rosewood Antiques" painted on the side. Not glancing back to see if he was following her as she walked toward it, she headed straight toward the van knowing that he would follow her anywhere that she wanted to go. She jokingly declared "One of the benefits of working for your brother is this beautiful, dual purpose, roomy company car. In addition to being my primary transportation, we use it to haul antiques around to make sure that we get a tax break, so don't pay any attention to the mess of blankets in the back of the van that we use to protect our treasures. Since I know the local roads and where we're going to eat, I thought it would be easier if I drove us to the restaurant. You don't mind subjecting yourself to being in my absolute control, do you? I know a lot of men don't have any confidence in their manhood and always have to be in control when they're with a woman, but you don't strike me as being that type of person." "Sounds great to me. And there's more room in the van than in my little sports car. I've got my suitcase rammed tightly into the car's passenger seat because it wouldn't fit into the small area that they call a trunk." She glanced at the small two-seater sports car and commented "Don't understand why single men buy cars that small. It's so small, that all you can do is live dangerously in traffic but there's no way that you could ever get some good ass in something that small." Slightly stunned by her words that could be expected in a man- to-man discussion but not from a woman's virginal looking lips, he mumbled "That's why I've got my own apartment." She paused; standing beside the van while she patiently waited for him to open the driver side door of the van. After he opened the van's door like a perfect gentleman, she hiked her skirt up her thigh slightly exposing a quick flash of leg just before she stepped up into the higher level van. Sitting down in the driver's seat, she rewarded his mandatory chivalry for opening the door with a wide smile. His eyes were distracted elsewhere as he thought that she also allowed him another fleeting glance at a little more of her quickly exposed leg through the skirt's narrow slit. Continuing their discussion, she voiced a mild rebuttal about his choice of cars as she declared in a teasing tone "Benji, you need to get you a larger car where you can take advantage of unexpected opportunities. You might learn how to enjoy life more." "Uh..Benji is a family name that Randy used to call me when we were kids and he was just trying to piss me off. How did you know about that old nickname?" "Same way that I know that you're uncircumcised and that you paid some thirty-five year old prostitute to deflower you two days after your sixteenth birthday because you couldn't find any free pussy the night that you decided to lose your virginity. Your brother told me everything about his family back home. Would you like for me to discuss some more of your family secrets...to show you how much your brother trusts me, Benji?" Ben fought the urge to ball his hand up into a fist, knowing that it was his big-mouthed brother that he suddenly wanted to punch out, not the beautiful woman that was staring at him with a funny smile on her face, waiting for some type of response from him. Holding back the anger, he tried to appear calm as he tried to change the subject by jokingly responding "It's an old family curse that men have to deal with when they come of age." She laughed as she changed the subject slightly but she continued to talk about family things - childhood secrets that only his brother would know about "Randy told me that you used to spend all of your money from your allowance and newspaper router on collecting bubble gum cards. Because he was three years older than you, he thought he was smarter and he would try to get you to spend the money on impressing girls instead of buying your damn old cards. Now that he's in the antique business, I know that he's very proud of the way that you invested in your future back when you were just a snotty- nose kid." Chapter 2 - Just sharing a cigar between friends She drove him to a combination cigar bar and steak house. From the friendly way that some of the bar regulars greeted her as they walked into the restaurant, Ben knew that she was very familiar with the menu. And she proved it by not even looking at the menu as she ordered a salad for herself and a steak cooked medium rare for him - just the way that he liked his steaks. She also surprised him by ordering a Bourbon and Coke for him and a glass of wine for herself. The steak and drink were his favorite items that he would've ordered for himself. He wondered how she knew what he liked for dinner; then he chalked it up to Randy talking to her about that also. The rest of the dinner was uneventful except for one minor thing. Ben fell totally head over heels in love with the vivacious and beautiful woman sitting across from him. Never had he met a woman with whom he bonded with as quickly as he bonded with the beautiful Marie Tanner. Never had he met a woman whom he felt as comfortable with; even though she occasionally mentioned something about his childhood past that only Randy could've told her and caused a minor chill to run up his back. She knew too much about him already. The woman clearly shared his brother's confidence and that worried him. Randy would only tell a woman this much about his childhood life only if he was romantically involved with her and spending a lot of time with her. That logical thought hurt Ben because he wanted his older brother to be lucky in the romance department but Ben felt that he was also falling in love with the same young woman. And he didn't want to compete with his brother for the love of this beautiful young woman. After dinner, the waitress brought around a large tray containing several different boxes of cigars and Maria selected cigars for both of them. Sitting across from her as they shared the heady feeling from the cigars and cordials, he knew that he had never met another woman as fantastic as she was. He felt very relaxed and comfortable around her even though her language was frequently more suited for a man's locker room than a first date. She broke him up laughing when she told him a joke "A woodpecker lived in a petrified forest all of its life. Anytime that he started a new hole in some of the petrified wood, he would work on it for at least a week before he would finally break through the petrified wood. One day the bird flew out of the petrified forest and stopped at a big oak tree when a thunder storm broke out. Deciding to take advantage of the pause in his flight, he struck the tree with his bill. At the exact same moment that he hit the tree, lighting from the storm struck the top of the tree, splitting it down the middle. The woodpecker looked at the split tree and mummered to himself 'a fellow doesn't know hard his pecker can get until he gets away from home'. Get it?" Ben burst out laughing but quickly discovered that Maria was staring at him with a cool, appraising look in her eyes as she expertly puffed on the cigar that looked obscenely large in her red lips. He laughed "That's a good one. I'll have to remember it." She pursed her lips and with her fingertips, swirled the fat cigar between her peach-colored lips as if she was pretending that it was something else. She removed the cigar from her mouth and tilted her head toward his face as she blew a perfect cigar smoke ring toward the cigar that he was holding in his mouth. Dumbfounded, he could only watch as the smoke ring perfectly floated around his cigar before breaking up as it hit his face. The sexual theme of her smoke ring around his cigar was very obvious to him. Her next soft words were very direct and caused a warm burning sensation in his groin when she softly asked him in a very sultry sounding voice "Is it true that a pecker gets hard when you're away from home? How far away from home do you have to be, for it to get real hard? I would think at least two hundred miles should be more than sufficient hard, wouldn't you Benji?" What happens when an unmoving object runs into an unstoppable object? That's the quandary Ben was facing as his cock expanded within his trousers as far as the tight jeans would allow. He wanted her. He wanted to push everything off of the table, throw her on the table and ravish her. He didn't care that they were in a restaurant and that they had just met a little over an hour earlier. He didn't care that she had some type of unknown relationship with his brother. But he did worry that somehow she belonged to his brother and he hadn't been able to find out exactly what that relationship was yet. Putting his cigar in the ashtray, he leaned his elbows on the table as he stared into her laughing eyes, ignoring the mild slightly obscene tongue action that she was doing to the tip of her cigar at the moment. "Look Marie, like all brothers, Randy and I competed with each other in sports and for our parents attention. But one thing that we've never done, is to compete with each other for a woman. Before this goes much further and I do something that will hurt Randy, I need to know what your relationship is with my brother." She swallowed a small sip of her wine before answering "I lied to you when I said it was call forwarding that redirected your phone call to my phone. I live in Randy's apartment..and I sleep in his bed." "Thank you for your truthful answer which was something that I suspected. To answer your original question, my pecker..my uncircumcised pecker has been hard ever since I first saw you when I stepped into the store. I think that my brother is the luckiest man in the world to have a woman like you. Except that I don't like the way that you've constantly flirted with me when you're my brother's woman. I've enjoyed my dinner with you but I think that it's best that you take me back to my car now before I do or say something that I'll regret for the rest of my life. I'll find some other place to spend the night and will drive back home tomorrow." Her eyes went wide as if she was astonished but the slight twinkle and overall expression was as if she was secretly laughing at some private joke that she wasn't sharing. She shrugged her shoulders and used her cigar as a pointer as she answered aka a very mischievous Groucho Marx style "If you thought that I was flirting with you, I apologize. I'm just very close to your brother and wanted to establish that same close friendly relationship with you. As for the exact details of my personal relationship with your brother, its true that we share the same apartment and bed but I can honestly say that I've never had sex with your brother. Really! You might say that we're 'best friends' and that we..don't have a sex or dating type relationship. Yeah, that's how you can describe it. So in case you're interested in developing a relationship with me, I'm not your brother's girlfriend." "I apologize that I misjudged you.", he admitted as he tried to figure out how his brother could share a bed with her but not have sex with her. She conspiratorially winked at him as she held her hand up, signaling the waiter to bring the check to the table. With a completely blank face, she asked in a sultry voice that almost caused Ben's erection to explode like a bomb within his tight underwear "So are you going to tell me just how hard a pecker can get when you're away from home?" The woman had balls. He laughingly admitted the truth as he stared into her gleaming blue eyes "Hard. Very hard." They paid the check, discarded their cigars and walked to the van which she had parked back toward the back of the restaurant's parking lot. He was fighting the urge to stop her, spin her around and kiss her although he knew that that was what she wanted him to do. The still-absolutely-undefined relationship that she had with his brother was holding him back from going after her. Just before they got to the van, she grumbled "Shit. I left the keys in the ignition and locked the doors. I just hope that I left the rear door unlocked." She pulled on the van's rear door and it opened, showing that it was unlocked. Throwing her purse into the back of the van, she pulled her skirt up and knee walked into the back of the van. The sight of her skirt pulled up over her knees as she crawled into the van caused a momentary rise in Ben's blood pressure as he stared at her perfect ass wiggling across the blanket's on the van's floor. The large van was a large two seater delivery van and the back of the van was empty except for the piles of blankets that they used to wrap the antiques in, to protect the antiques as they traveled. She felt his heavier weight as he followed her into the van and she waited until she heard the van door shut behind him. Then she spun around on her knees so that she was facing him within the relative privacy of the van. With both of them on their knees facing each other, their lips were almost the same height and she used that opportunity to kiss him. ****** Ben Kline had a new experience that he would never forget. He'd never made love in the back of a van parked in a bar's parking lot before. He'd resisted her very generous proposition for thirty to forty seconds but she wouldn't take no for an answer and his body quickly refused to respond to common sense that his brain was rejecting. If their genders had been reversed, what she did to him in that van, could've been considered a rape because of the aggressive way that she forced herself onto him. Lying naked together on the hastily spread out blankets on the van's floor after the best sex in his life, he wondered how he was going to explain about doing this, to Randy when he finally found him. He had to tell his brother that he made love to Marie and to take whatever consequences that his brother would use to punish him for stepping over the brotherly-trust line. He had never violated his brother's trust before and it bothered him that he still wasn't sure about Randy's relationship with this beautiful woman. But not so much that he wouldn't have done it again. He didn't regret a moment of what he did with her in the privacy of the van parked at the back of the restaurant's crowded parking lot. Her small body was perfect. He would never forget how beautiful she looked as her naked body bounced up and down on his hard cock - no, she had called his pride and joy a 'very hard pecker' as she kept laughing about the woodpecker joke. And he had discovered that she wasn't a natural blonde but he didn't care about that small misconception. After he exploded a massive amount of jism into her beautiful mound, both of them collapsed into each other's sweating arms on the hasty spread-out pile of blankets in the back of the van. And they laid there on the old blankets enjoying the afterglow of a good dinner, wonderful companionship, strong cigars, and mind-blowing sex. He felt more at ease in the back of the van curled up next to her than he had ever felt in his total life with any woman. The cops could've jerked open the van's door and hauled him off to jail forever and he wouldn't have cared a bit. He had found nirvana that he would never forget, with the woman who lived in his brother's apartment. She rolled over from where she had been laying curled up in his body's sweaty sideway's curl as she gripped his still heavy cock with her soft warm hand. He stared into her beautiful blue eyes and watched a small drop of sweat drip down her nose. For a moment he thought about how tantalizing it looked, then he licked the drop of sweat from her nose as if it was something very normal for him to do. After all, in their short ten minutes of exploring each other's naked body, his tongue had tasted the other wonderful secretions from her beautiful body. He was pulled from his reverie of their short time together by her soft voice asking him "Benji, have you ever sucked a cock or imagined what it would be like to make love to a man?" He jerked his head back and stared at her to see if she was kidding or if she was getting ready to suggest something slightly more dangerous than fucking in a van in a bar's parking lot. "No. Of course not.", he answered, not sure where she was taking the conversation. He knew that whenever a woman stroked his cock and started asking silly questions that she had alternative motives in mind. That she was probably stroking him simply to get him to an aroused state where he would say "yes" to anything that she wanted him to do. She buried her head against his chest and teased his chest with her warm breath as she whispered "Don't laugh at me because I'm telling the truth. Later tonight, I'll give you the proof that I'm telling the truth. Neither had I performed oral sex on a man until about a month ago. Honest to God. Prior to a month ago, I had never had sex with a man. I had always had nothing but women lovers up to that time in my sexual history. Never in my whole life did I ever have any desire, before a month ago, to be intimate with a man. I always wanted women and the thought of just flirting with a man disgusted me. Prior to that change in my life and lifestyle, I made love to maybe as many as thirty different women in my whole life. Then....I can only describe it now as something that happened that changed my life forever. A month ago, something magical happened to me and I...became the person that you see now. In that short time, my life has totally changed, I've had several male and female lovers since then. You're only my fifth man in that short time and you know from just a few minutes ago that I'll willingly suck a cock now. A month ago, the thought of me sucking on a cock or lying here next to you, stroking your big hard cock like this, would've totally disgusted me. But now I immensely enjoy sex with a man, although I still prefer pussy." Not knowing where she was going with the discussion but that she paused because she wanted some feedback from him, he kissed her on the lips, whispering "I won't have sex with a man. I'm a confirmed pussy-eater." His hand stroked up and down her smooth back, enjoying the softness of her back and the gentle curve of her ass as he rested his chin against the top of her head. They laid like that for several enjoyable seconds, feeling the warmth from each other's body and the gentle stroking that they were sharing. Ben's cock was rock hard again and he was beginning to drift off into a fantasy of her warm mouth wrapped around his cock again. So he was a little surprised by her next question "If something happened to you so that you unexpectedly transformed into a woman, do you think that you would suck a cock?" Pulled back from his fantasy, he answered in a husky voice "In that case, I would probably be a lesbian and restrict my bedroom activities to nothing more daring than eating some other woman's pussy. Under those conditions, I might have sex with a man and ..get fucked once or twice to see what it was like but I don't think that it would be a regular thing for me. With my current body and limited experience, I can't see me in bed with a man. Even if I was a woman with a very itchy cunt, I don't think that I would willingly get in bed with a man. Now it's my turn to ask a question. Where are you going with this unique questioning?" Her head drifted down his belly and the combination of her warm breath and her flickering tongue against his skin delayed her answering his questions. She gradually bowed her upper body toward his waist until her warm breath was blowing against the top of his engorged cockhead. She gently stoked his manhood as she allowed her warm breath to tease his sensitive skin while she softly answered "Remember Mister Helvey, the eighth grade science teacher that you and Randy used to hate when you were growing up. Old Man Helvey used to declare that the only thing constant in the world was 'Change'. That everything changed sooner or later and that everyone must learn to adapt to those changes. Well, I've changed a lot over the last month and I'm still adapting to those changes. Soon you'll have to see how much you can change." Before Ben could question how she knew his old junior high school teacher's favorite expression, her mouth opened and she wrapped her warm mouth around his cock as she guided the hard erection deep into her hungry mouth. Pushing the thought of the Change expression out of his mind, he remembered another high school locker room expression from his childhood "When a woman's going down on your cock, don't resist and enjoy every second of it." ****** She was wearing only his shirt which was almost as long as a short dress on her small body. Somehow during their initial mutual quick undressing of each other's body earlier, her delicate blouse had been ripped from her body. So instead of redressing in her damaged clothes, she was wearing only his shirt while he wore the trousers. She sat in the van's passenger seat with her bare feet propped up on the dash as he drove them back to the store. When they reached the store, she unlocked the store and led him into the store as if they were going into a motel room. Within the privacy of the closed store, she pulled his shirt off, pulling it over her head revealing her naked body again to him. Standing barely just inside the store's closed front door, he let her unzip his trousers and push them down around his ankles. As soon as they were both completely naked, she grabbed his cock and used her handhold on his most delicate body part as she giggling led him through the shop back into the 'Employee Only' area. As soon as they were in the back area, she flicked on an overhead light and pointed at a huge canvas covered object standing in a corner. Exuberantly, she declared "There is the proof that I promised you. The reason that I've changed in the last month." She let go of his cock as she grabbed the canvas covering the large piece of furniture and tugged the heavy cloth from the huge object, revealing an old full-length mirror mounted in a groddy-looking old wooden mirror floor stand. She pushed him into position so that he was standing directly in front of the mirror, then began her tale. He stood there confused as he listened to her because he thought that she was taking him back into this room to a bed so that they could have some more sex. Instead she used his pride and joy to lead him to the mirror as if his still engorged manhood were nothing more than a wagon handle to pull a wagon. She lovingly touched the antique mirror as she whispered in a soft, almost reverent voice "About four months ago..your brother went to an estate sale and saw this ugly-looking old mirror among the other pieces of junk that the recently deceased owners had collected over the years. The current owners wanted at least four hundred dollars for this old, ugly- looking mirror but your brother didn't want to pay over two hundred dollars because he didn't think that he would be able to easily unload such an ugly piece for a profit. So he bought some other stuff from them, then bargained with the owner until he got the owner down to a price that they were both happy with. Bringing it back to the shop, he put it in the back of the shop and covered it up, knowing that he needed to clean it up a little when he had the time." She pointed to a spot in the back of the room. "He kept it back there, out of sight of his daily customers, postponing the day that he would need to do something about it to get it ready to sell. So about five weeks ago, one of his best customers came in looking for something unique for a house that she was redecorating. He brought her back here and showed her the old mirror that he had kept covered all that time. She stood in front of it and pranced around as she imagined what it would look like in the new place that she was re-doing. Then she rejected the mirror as being the wrong period for her project and they moved on to look at something else. Later that day after the shop was closed, Randy walked by the mirror and was surprised to see his customer's female image still being reflected in the left-uncovered mirror." "That's impossible.", Ben mumbled as he looked at his own image in the mirror. "Normally yes, but this is a magically created mirror. Stunned by his discovery, your brother examined the reflection only to discover that he wasn't seeing his reflection in the mirror...just the woman's reflection who was making the same movements that Randy was making. You can imagine his surprise on seeing the woman's image doing exactly the same things that he was doing. Then he hit upon a unique concept. The reflected image was mimicking his every move but the reflected woman's image was completely dressed just as the real woman had been dressed. He jerked his clothes off and as he undressed, so did the unreal female image in the mirror. Within seconds, he was standing naked in front of the mirror and looking at the reflected woman's equally naked body in the mirror. As he felt his naked body, the reflected image of the woman also felt her equally naked body. He was cupping nonexistent female boobs on his own body while the reflected woman's mirrored image was squeezing very realistic looking boobs. He got a raging hard-on as he manipulated her reflected body into doing a masturbation routine. He shared an orgasm with the woman in the mirror and collapsed on the ground. When his energy returned, he began examining the mirror closely and that's when he found this." She fumbled with a wooden decoration at the base of the mirror and a hidden drawer below the mirror popped opened. She removed an old notebook from the drawer as she continued her tale "The mirror was created in 1649 as a special gift for the King of France by someone who practiced black magic. However before the mirror could be presented to the King, the King had the mirror's maker beheaded for some other unknown reason. With the owner dead and no one else aware of the mirror's special powers, the mirror was removed by a junior member of the King's court and taken to its new owner's small estate. It sat there for over five years before he accidentally discovered the secret of the mirror. He spent the rest of his life learning all of its secrets and documenting it within this notebook. When he died after a ripe old age of owning the mirror, his son became the proud owner of the mirror and continued keeping his father's tradition of documenting the mirror's mysteries. And the grandson after the son also followed in his ancestor's footsteps. The great grandson brought the mirror with him to America and also translated the documentation into English as he continued the tradition of passing the mirror down from son to son. Over the year's, the mirror and its secrets stayed in the same family..until your brother bought it from the surviving relatives. Apparently, there wasn't anyone to pass the secret on to within the newer generation and the distant relatives didn't know the secret of the mirror or want such an ugly piece of furniture in their house." Ben hadn't moved from where she had positioned him and he had stared into the mirror constantly as she talked, seeing nothing but his own reflection in the mirror. Her difficult-to- believe story was interesting but seeing nothing in the mirror but his own reflection wasn't very convincing to him. She pointed to another small decoration that looked like a small wheel "The mirror can display the last thirty-two images that its reflected or be a normal looking mirror as it is at this moment. Your image is now stored in the thirty-two images as the last of the thirty-two images. Watch what happens when I turn this dial and call up some of the previous images that are stored by the mirror." She clicked the dial once on the mirror as he stared at his mirrored image, wondering if Marie had mentally freaked out. For ten seconds there wasn't any change in the mirrored image, then his reflected skin began changing color and his physical features began restructuring into a different image. In less than another five seconds, he was staring at the reflected image of a long-legged, attractive, naked, black woman. Gone was the image of his own body that he had seen every day of his life, replace by the image of the naked black woman with a confused look on her face. So realistic was the illusion that his head snapped down as he stared down at his real body, then back looking at the reflected black woman's body in the mirror while he verified that his body hadn't really changed. Every movement that he made, the scared-looking naked black girl made the exact same movement, only reversed as is normal for mirrors. Startled but intrigued by the fantastic magical ability of the mirror, he began to experiment with the effect the same way that he used to fool around with carnival fun house mirrors. He grabbed his chest and the woman in the mirror grabbed her boobs. He tweaked his nipples and she tweaked her much larger nipples. He tilted his head and she tilted her head. He smiled and she smiled. He made a silly face and she made a silly face. He grabbed his dangling cock and she coiled her hand as if she had an invisible cock in her hand. "I don't understand. How is this possible?", he asked as he did a quick tap dance step in the mirror trying to catch the reflected image out of synch with his actions. "If I knew how it worked, I would make thousands of these mirrors and sell them for millions each. But even without knowing how it works, I'm extremely satisfied just to know how to use its secrets. Now watch the mirror as I turn the dial a couple more turns and slightly change the way that you look again." She turned the dial four clicks. Again after a few seconds, his reflected image changed and turned into the image of someone completely different from his real image. This time, the reflected image was the image of a middle-aged, overweight, short, naked white woman with huge sagging breasts that had freckles over most of her pudgy body. "My god, how does she put up with looking at herself like that in the mirror?", he asked as he pranced around in front of the mirror, watching the way that her large sagging breasts hung down toward her belly button. She looked worse than his Aunt May ever looked. "That is Mrs. Rupert Mason. A very powerful local woman who can influence local politics. Whatever she asks someone to do for her, it happens without fail. She came into the shop one day to buy something and I got her to stand in front of the mirror just long enough to capture her image. Naturally she was fully dressed at the time and wasn't naked as you see her now. She didn't realize what I was doing and didn't care because while her image was being recorded by the mirror, I was buttering her up over some horse shit project that she supported. As soon as she left the store, I made sure that her recorded image was saved by the mirror. A few days later, I used her image to convince a couple of other people to do some favors for the store." Ben glanced down at his real large hands which he was holding halfway up his waist. The short woman in the mirror was supporting her heavy breasts in her short pudgy hands and the woman's face was looking slightly maniacal, which Ben realized was probably the expression on his real face. "Wait a minute. How is my brother involved in this?", he asked, suddenly stopping and staring at Marie as the blood drained from his face. She ignored him while she clicked the mirror's dial a few times. Again the mirrored image changed but this time, it changed into the exact image of Randy Kline. Ben stared at the reflected image of his naked older brother in the mirror. It was his brother's naked body and face, but it was Ben's confused look on his face. A very mischievous smile formed on her sly-looking face while she confidently answered his question of a few seconds earlier; her calm voice almost being overshadowed by the sudden loud thump-thump-arump sound of Ben's heartbeat which was beginning to beat rapidly "I was wondering when you were going to get around to putting two and two together. Marie Tanner doesn't really exist. It's just a phony name and identity that sounded appropriate for this new woman's body that I obtained through the mirror's magic ability to transform bodies. I'm really Randy." Chapter 3 - Pamela's panties A person can handle just so much truth at one time. Ben had began suspecting within the last ten seconds that something was unholy weird in Marie's too-close involvement with his brother. Now too many portions of his brain were telling him that it was impossible to transform into another person and that her ridiculous claim could be nothing more than a fucking lie. There was no way that his brother could have been transformed from being a tall balding skinny guy into a small sexy beautiful young vivacious woman with a fantastic body that he had just sucked and fucked. So sure was Ben that the person that he had just made love to had been born a natural woman, that he was willing to swear in court on a stack of bibles a mile high, that she was one hundred and ten percent pure woman. There was no way that the beautiful woman could be his brother, Randy. "Look....I... don't know what's going on here, but suddenly it's not funny any more. WHERE IS RANDY AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?", Ben screamed at the top of his voice as he stepped away from the mirror, making sure that he didn't turn his back on Marie, who he instantly didn't trust any more. Smiling a Mona Lisa type smile with her lips tightly pursed, Marie stepped in front of the mirror, ignoring his question as she stared at Randy's reflected image in the mirror. WHICH INSTANTLY BECAME HER IMAGE. Randy's image was now mirroring the same sardonic smile on his face that was on her grinning face and the image also reflected her slightly slouching position. Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. Instead of the mirror reflecting the naked woman's own image, she was reflecting his brother's naked image. She pointed at her ungodly male image and whispered at the mirror as Randy's image pointed back at her "That's me. The real me before I discovered the fantastic secret of the mirror. Since that wonderful day when I discovered the mirror's secrets, I haven't lived too much of my life as my old male self much because it's so much more fun being someone else. I've mostly been Marie because her body has allowed me to experiment with my new personality and choice of bodies. I wanted to tell you about how I had changed into someone else when you called me to check up on per Dad's request, but I knew that you wouldn't believe me. I really didn't believe it myself so how I could make you believe it over the telephone. I expected you to come up sooner or later to check on me but I was going to turn myself back into Randy first and then show you how the mirror worked. But you surprised me by coming into the store without calling me first. So I decided to have some fun with you before I showed you the rest of the mirror's secrets." Spinning around so that she was facing Ben, Marie traced the outline of her breasts as she teasingly crossed one leg over the other leg and struck a seductive pose "And I did have fun with you. I enjoyed fucking you, knowing that you thought that I was your brother's main squeeze and that you didn't recognize me as your big brother. Not even when I kept dropping you little clues about our family life that only you and I would know about. I delighted in watching you squirm as I teased you and finally got you to put that horny tool between your legs to good use. Was I a good fuck, little brother? Have you ever had any pussy before that was as good as my new pussy? Would you have liked to had me as your big sister when we were growing up, Benji?" "STOP!", Ben screamed as he stepped backwards, almost tripping over a small chair. "Careful, that's a Louie the fourteenth chair. It's a real thing that I picked up very cheap because the former owner didn't recognize it as to what it was worth in the antique world. I would hate to see it busted up in a stupid accident after surviving all these years." Ben held up his tightly clinched hands and struggled to keep from knocking the stupid smile from the woman's grinning had- to-be-lying face. She acknowledged his anger as she whispered in a sultry Lauren Bacall talking to Bogart type of voice "I can tell that you still don't believe me. But I know it's because you don't want to admit that you had sex with a woman who used to be your brother. Well, even with this fantastic new female body, I'm still your brother. That's why I'm willing to share the secret of the mirror with you. What do I need to do, to convince you that I'm Randy? I know! You can ask me a couple of hundred questions until you know that there's no other way that I could know the answers. What's your first question?" "NO! I refuse to believe your lies anymore. Where's Randy?", he screamed as he held his head as if his head was getting ready to separate from his body. "You ask me to tell you where Randy is in the same breath that you tell me that you think that I'm lying. Maybe I need to show you instead of trying to tell you first. I thought that seeing the different images in the mirror would be more than enough to get you over your initial confusion but I can see that you need a lot more proof. So if it's proof that you want, then it's proof that I'll give you." She grabbed the mirror's dial and spun the dial. She stared at the mirror as her reflected image wavered and changed again. This time her reflected image changed into the image of a young tall redheaded woman with large breasts. Although Marie's small proportional naked body was extremely sexy, the new redheaded reflected woman's naked body could only be described as lusty. Large full breasts that were plump D cup size, an hourglass looking figure because of her tiny waist, wide hips, long full legs leading up a burnt copper mound of pubic hair, full lush lips that demanded to be kissed, half-closed emerald green eyes that could charm a cobra, long naturally curly long red hair that hung a couple of inches down her shoulders, a beautiful seductive young face - all features of a beautiful young woman's fantastic body that could keep a man's cock hard forever. Marie stepped away from the mirror and the redheaded woman's disturbing sexy likeness disappeared from the reflection. Marie backed away from the mirror as she challenged Ben "You partially believe me. I know that you believe the mirror is magical because you see the images of other bodies that you know aren't real. Yet you don't believe that the mirror is what changed me into the woman that you see now. Well, it's time to show you what it can do. One simple test is all I ask of you. Stand in front of the mirror and follow my directions. Let it change your body into her body. Then after you see your new woman's full busted body with your new emerald green eyes, you'll have to believe me. Go ahead, little brother. In less than one minute, you'll either prove that I'm the world's greatest liar or you'll have to believe me. Stand in front of the mirror." "No. It's not possible. I refuse to humor you." She held up one finger in front of her face as if she was chastening a small child "You refuse because you partially believe me and you think that you don't want to be turned into a woman. You know that the mirror's magical and you're afraid of seeing the truth. Try it, little brother. In just one minute, it's over and you'll have to believe me when you see your new female body." Ben fought the urge to jump in front of the mirror and yell "Go ahead. It's not fucking going to work." He knew that his brother knew how to manipulate him too well and he was finding himself being connived into participating in her test - the same way that his brother would've pushed him into taking a childhood dare. 'Nah nah na na nah, double dare you' roared through his memories of his brother pushing him into similar reckless stunts. He didn't believe one bit of what she was saying could be true. It was too preposterous and fantastic to believe. Yet her request for a simple one minute test was difficult to pass up. Holding back his anger at being thrust into this predicament but knowing that he had to do whatever it took to find out the truth, he responded with an icy coldness to his voice "What do I have to do?" She pointed at the mirror and let her voice grow loud as if she was presenting an act on a stage "Stand in front of the mirror. Let the image become your image. Then step forward until you are close enough to fall into the mirror. Reach out and let your hand touch your image. When your real hand touches your new hand in the mirror...well, that's really all you have to do. The mirror will do the rest." Knowing that he had to seek the truth, Ben stepped back in front of the mirror and instantly picked up the attractive redheaded woman's reflection as his own reflection as expected. He stared at her beautiful face, seeing the slightly scared look on her face now that the unholy mirror was merging his real confusion with her unreal image again. Taking a deep breath and putting a phony smile on his face as if he was confident that the test would absolutely fail, he watched the mirrored lush lips of the redhead move in synch with his voice as he unwaveringly proclaimed "I don't believe any of this bull shit." He took one step forward which put him so close to the mirror that his warm breath created a small fog on the mirror. Lifting his right hand close to the mirror, he held his hand two inches from the mirror, while he looked at the reflected woman's long slender upstretched palm of her right hand matching his hand's position. Taking a deep breath to calm his jittery nerves, he pressed forward slowly with his palm until he barely touched the cool glass of the mirror. As his hand moved toward the mirror, he carefully watched the reflected image of the redhead's palm move to meet his palm. Before he could say "I told you so", the coolness of the glass disappeared as the warmness of a real hand from within the mirror actually touched his right hand instead of the expected glass of the mirror. Stunned by the sudden change in temperature and texture of whatever it was that his hand was touching, he tried to pull his hand away from the mirror. But his hand remained glued to the other hand in the mirror. He pulled back hard and instead of his hand coming away from the mirror, his hand went into the mirror almost to the elbow as if his energy was directed toward the mirror instead of away from the mirror. Scared shitless by the unexpected merging of his flesh through the glass into the other side of the mirror, he did what anyone would do in that situation. He pulled harder and thrust his left hand against the mirror to give him leverage to push himself away. "Aghhhh!", he half screamed, half thought as he realized his mistake too late. Just as his right hand met warm flesh and somehow merged into the mirror, so did his left hand when he tried to use that hand to stop his movement into the mirror. Gasping for breath and stopping to think, he stared at his right arm merged into the glass up to the elbow and his left hand merged as far as the wrist. It was as if the mirror was a very reflective pool of water and his hand was able to break the water's surface and disappear into the water without creating any ripples. He instantly through of the old kid's finger handcuffs, where you stick your opposing fingers into the handcuffs. The more that you pull against the finger handcuffs, the tighter the handcuff became. He recognized that he needed to remain calm but seeing absolute laws of physics being unexpectedly broken, can make anyone too terrified to think or act rationally. Unable to contain his strong fear or think even slightly logically, he began struggling like a scared fox caught in a hunter's beartrap. For a second, he knew why animals sometimes chewed off their limbs to escape traps. He tried to pull away from the mirror but the more that he struggled, the more that his feeble efforts resulted in him sinking further into the mirror. Fighting the urge to scream again, he tried to remain calm as he pulled so hard that his arms went completely into the mirror and pulled his chest tightly against the mirror. The feel of the cold glass mashing against his chest quickly turned into the feel of two soft warm mounds of flesh - large boobs - pressed against his chest as the woman within the mirror pressed against him. Looking at the scared redheaded woman's reflected face which was too close to his own face, he wondered for just a fraction of a second if his real face really looked that scared. He panicked even worse and struggled against whatever was holding him within the mirror. But the more he struggled, the more of him that went into the mirror. Just before his face touched the mirror, he turned and screamed at Marie who was watching him with a very bemused smile on her face. Then he was pulled completely into the mirror. Or that's what it felt like to him as more of him went into the mirror. But that unresistible tug changed as he lost his balance and he thought for a brief tenth of a second that he was falling into the mirror. Instead he fell forward and went sprawling on the floor. Stunned by the quick release and hard reality of the antique store's hard wooden floor, he spun his head quickly and stared at the mirror. From his position lying on the floor, the woman's reflection was gone from his view and he had somehow escaped the mirror's grasp. The tug into the mirror and the subsequent fall away from the mirror onto the hard floor had so startled Ben that he didn't notice a lot of things. But laying on the floor looking back at the mirror, he instantly discovered that somehow a redheaded wig was mysteriously slapped on his head. There couldn't be any other explanation for the long strands of shoulder length red hair falling across his face. Unless......!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ben panicked as he rolled over on his back and looked down at his naked body. Rather he looked down at his naked body, expecting to see his naked body. He saw a naked body all right but it wasn't his naked male body. It wasn't even someone else's naked MALE body. The large boobs and female genitalia on his body definitely proved that his body wasn't a male body any more. "WAKE UP!!!!", he screamed to himself within his mind. "I'M ASLEEP. I'M DREAMING. THIS CAN'T BE REAL." He stared at the large dual mounds that flowed like two small mountains from his chest, simply because the breasts were so close to his nose that he couldn't ignore them. He really had two small mountains topped with delicate large areolas and perky nipples on his chest. It was hard for him to keep from looking at the obvious breasts because his mind kept telling him "THEY CAN'T BE REAL. YOU'RE DREAMING." When he moved from a prone to a sitting position and felt the large mounds slightly change shape on his chest due to gravitation effects, that never-before-experienced physical sensation was the deciding point where he determined that this nightmare wasn't a dream. He concluded logically that he really had somehow changed so that he was now a woman - the woman in the mirror. After all it was hard to argue against that logic because of the jiggling female breasts. He still found it hard to believe and had to feel his new body to confirm the change. As his new slender hands cupped the very real feeling breasts, he saw a woman's hands cupping the impossible breasts. The hands looked like a woman's slender long fingers tipped with manicured long red fingernails. Long sharp fingernails that he curled up to dig into the tender flesh, feeling the sharp pain that reinforced the reality of the situation. He let his eyes drift over the hand that was now his hand as he examined the unfamiliar red fingernails, across the back of the narrow hands, over the slender wrists, and up the narrow arms into the softly rounded shoulders. His shoulders were partially obscured by a long mane of curly auburn hair. The narrow shoulders trailed into the chest that supported the breasts that he still couldn't believe were real. But sitting on his bare ass on the wooden floor with his legs slightly spread for balance, he could see the convincing argument between his legs through the cleavage - the burnt copperish colored pubic hair of a woman's pussy. The same color pussy hair as the woman's image in the mirror. His mind was whirling faster than the fastest computer with millions of thoughts as he tried to find something to prove that he was dreaming. But he was more aware of the other senses of his new body now, from the rough hardness of the floor under his soft ass, to the tickling and warmth of the hair on his back. He had to see his face. Pulling himself to his feet and looking back at the mirror, he stared at the mirror, seeing the red headed woman's image in the mirror. It was the same image that he had seen just seconds before but one that he knew was a true reflection of the way that he looked now. He had become the red headed woman with the large breasts, hourglass figure, wide hips, lush lips, emerald green eyes and natural burnt copperish pubic hair covered pussy. This time as he moved and touched different parts of his new body, he felt and touched the actual woman's body as his mirror image reflected his quick explorations. "As they said in the Wizard of Oz movie, 'you ain't in Kansas any more Dorothy.' Well little brother Ben - or should I address you as little sister Betty now. Do you believe that sweet little fuckable me could somehow be the person that you remember as your big brother now?" Ben swung around to stare at Marie's smiling face - the female face of the person that he now knew was really his brother. The sudden spin caused a dual sensation of long locks of auburn hair to fall across his face and the large boobs to jiggle. Startled by the unexpected sensation as the large boobs jiggled, he grabbed the boobs, holding them as if he thought they could fall from his chest if he didn't hold them tightly. "What...", he asked, but he stopped when he heard a panicked woman's voice, then he realized that was how his voice sounded now "What..happened? How is it possible? It has to be a dream. This can't be real." He felt his knees becoming weak and he started to stagger as he became faint from the shock of the transformation. Before he could collapse and fall, Maria's strong hand grabbed his arm to offer him support. Fighting the dizziness that was almost overwhelming him, he felt her support his weight as Maria's foot glided the expensive Louie the Fourteenth's chair directly behind him. Too weak to resist, he let her ease him into a sitting position on the chair as his eyes remained focused on the two female images in the mirror. Two female images that he now knew were unreal and violated almost every scientific rule that he could recall. You can't metamorphose from being a man into being a realistic looking woman in just one second. You can't absolutely transform instantly into someone else's totally different body appearance. You can't instantly reverse the growing process and become a shorter person. You can't grow a full head of long thick hair in one second. You can't transform a cock into a vagina without a complex series of operations and hormonal treatments over a long period of time, yet.....it all happened to him. He stared at the images and tried to stay calm as he fought the dizziness. Maria's standing image was all confidence and compassion as she fussed over the image of the sitting red headed woman. The image of the red headed woman's face was pale as if she was going to pass out and her face was twisted, showing the confusion and inner turmoil that Ben was experiencing. Staring into the mirror, he watched Marie's reflected lips move next to the strange woman's face as he heard Marie's voice only inches from his ears "You'll feel better in a minute. The same thing happened to me and to everyone who's ever been transformed by the mirror. I didn't have anyone to help me through my initial transformation. I screamed and fell on the floor because I spent so much damn time examining my fucking new cunt-body that I couldn't stand up. Just relax and believe me when I tell you that you aren't dreaming. You'll feel much better when you relax and start enjoying the little transformation gift that I gave you. You really are a woman now. You'll find that you feel like a woman because you also pick up a little of the real woman's unique personality in addition to taking over her body. What she likes, you'll probably like also. The mirror pulled you into the mirror and transformed you into the woman's whose image I had captured in the mirror. By the way, the real young woman whose body you've perfectly copied, was here just a few weeks ago with a rich, older sugar daddy to furnish her new apartment when I lured her into standing in front of the mirror. I don't know what her real name was, but I've been calling her image Pamela. She looks like a Pamela with her copperish coloring and lush womanly body. I can't call you Ben anymore so as long as you're in that body, I'm going to call you Pamela. I've always wanted a baby sister and now I have one." "Turn me back. It's not natural. I..", Ben stammered as he stared at his changed body and heard his new terrified higher- pitched female voice. "I can't turn you back. You can't go back into your real body for at least three days. That's Rule number one in the book. I can put you into another body after about ten hours, which is Rule number two. So there's no way that you can go back to your real body until the three days are up. If you need to be somewhere during that period, I can transform myself into your body and go in your place." "Randy, why did you do this to me?", Ben's new soprano voice was quaking with a mixture of fright and anger. "Do you realize that you just called me Randy for the first time since I told you about the transformation. That means that you finally admit that I'm really who I said I was and that you at last believe in the power of the mirror. It's good that you believe me, but you need to call me Marie when I'm in this body. I'm certainly more Marie now than I'm Randy.", she purred as she stroked Ben's sweating brow. "I believe. Oh god, do I ever believe. I need a strong drink. What do you have to drink?" "I've got some whiskey hid away for emergencies or a celebration. But you can have some only if you show me that you're beginning to act normal. Address me by my feminine name and I'll pour us a nice little glass of some whiskey that I've been saving for a celebration." "Pour me a shot of whisky or I'll knock the shit out of you...MARIE.", gasped the still terrified younger brother. "Close enough of a proper response..from you. You were always slightly uncouth at times, little brother." Marie stepped over to an antique hutch and revealed a small hidden bar built into the wooden piece of furniture. She opened a bottle of whisky and poured two small glasses of whiskey while Ben continued to look at and feel his new body. The new woman was so deeply engrossed in analyzing the various unusual physical sensations that only a woman with large firm breasts would typically be familiar with, that Ben didn't realize for several seconds that Marie was holding out the glass of whisky that he had requested. Grabbing the whisky, Ben turned the glass up and swallowed the entire shot in one gulp. "Whoa, that's some expensive stuff that's made for sipping slowly and you're chugging it down as if it were nothing more than cheap beer." "How is it fucking possible to be transformed into someone else's body?" "You're beginning to sound like a broken record with the needle jumping tracks. I've already told you the whole fucking story as I know it. Remember...mirror created in 1649...special gift for the King of France....black magic. Like duh, what more can I tell you? Created by Black magic is all the explanation that anyone should need. You were always a little dense, little brother but now that you're a woman, your thick headed dimness is soooooooo easy to classify. Your mentality is more blonde than redhead right now. You've really been a blonde bimbo all of your life and I didn't know it." "Give me another shot of whiskey. And I'm not ..a bimbo. I know that it's impossible to..transform like this and I'm trying to come up with a reasonable explanation." Marie poured another glass of whiskey while she watched her former little brother who was now her new little sister, unabashedly examine his new female body. The new woman spread her legs slightly to provide better access to the obviously different genitalia area between the legs. A long, slender finger timidly spent a few seconds tracing the outlines of the vagina lips that were partially hidden beneath the copperish pubic hair. Smiling to herself because she remembered her own first transformation, Marie took her time carrying the glass of whisky the ten feet back across the room to Ben who was deeply engrossed in examining the exterior of the new genitalia. Chapter 4 - So convince me "Here, but remember this good brand of whisky is made for sipping, not chug-a-lugging like the cheap beer that you usually drink. Take your time drinking it or you'll be flat on your back like a drunken sot before you know it. If you get drunk on me, I'll take you over to the Marine Barracks and teach you a lesson that you'll never forget. Naw, forget that threat. That wouldn't be a lesson but would be more of a treat for you now. You'd enjoy what those horny Marine's could do with your new woman's body so much, that you'd probably stay drunk and female for the rest of your life." Ben grabbed the glass and ignored the advice as he poured the burning liquid down his throat again. The first glass had already calmed him down somewhat. Holding the empty glass, he listened to the unfamiliar soprano tones of his new voice as he asked "What did you say about..having to wait the three days?" "You can use the mirror to change your reflection but you can't use it to change back into your old male body for at least three days. If you don't like that particular body, I can change you into any of the other bodies store in the mirror but you have to wait until at least ten hours has passed between the changes. I've got some other interesting bodies stored in the mirror if you'd like to experiment a little bit more, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to try any of them." "Marie...I feel funny calling you that now..tee hee..but you're right. It's easier to think of you as being Marie than to think of ..a sexy blonde as being my funky, stiff-assed older brother. But where was I? Oh yeah, I can't wait three days. I've got to be back at work on Monday morning." "Girl, you're getting drunk after only a little bit of my whisky. Guys will love you because you're sure one cheap date with your low alcohol tolerance. And you'd better watch who you're insulting. I was never stiff-assed. You were always a young punk, but we've had this argument too many times before. As for work, if you feel that you've got to be there, then hop in your car and go back home. I'll lend you a dress until you can get some clothes of your own." A smile formed on the new woman's face for the first time as she pointed at the naked breasts and laughed "I can't go to work looking like this. Old man Browning would have a heart attack just looking at ...this new body....shit, I can almost see him looking at me now. How could I explain..this transformation to him, when I can't explain it to myself." Marie picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured both of them another glass full as she giggling reminded "Sip. Enjoy the moment. Sip." Marie slipped her arm around Ben's slightly taller waist as Ben continued to talk intimately because of the whiskey's soothing effect "Browning keeps all of these old calendars on the wall of his office. He's got old pictures of women pinned to the office wall, who must be sixty years old now, but he keeps the old faded pictures lining the office wall showing the women in the prime of their youth. Everywhere you look, there's some calendar picture of a young woman stretching her arm and showing off a boob. I can't go back to work looking like this. He would try to rape me...Ha..can you imagine what it would be like to see him dropping his drawers and asking me for a little pussy? The old fart is the horniest man that I know. He's so horny that I think that he would try to fuck even the Queen Mother. I've accused him of fucking over me before but now with this body..he would certainly try to fuck me. He's an asshole." Ben was so relaxed, thanks to the whisky, and busy talking that he didn't notice that Marie's soft hand around his waist had guided them over to an antique bed. He was still rambling about why he couldn't go back to work when he discovered that he was somehow directed to where they were now standing beside the bed. The gleam in Marie's eyes revealed that she had brought them back to the bed for more than just because it was a place to sit down. Ben suddenly shut up his babbling as he realized that the young blonde had plans to show him that there was more to being a woman than just the visual aspects. Ben didn't resist or move as Marie eased in front of his body and dropped down to her knees so that the beautiful blonde haired woman's face was just inches from Ben's new genitalia. His mind went blank as a long time fantasy came somewhat true - a beautiful naked woman was down on her knees to go down on him. He tilted his head back as he shut his eyes and felt his breathing get deeper. He felt her warm breath blow gently against his pubic hair, warming him and tantalizing him at the same time. He felt the warmness from her face as Marie's nose rubbed against the copper pubic hair that covered Ben's new sex organ. He felt the hardness of her nose as it gently probed against the two vaginal lips between his new womanly legs. ****** The sunlight coming through the window slowly awakened Ben. He squinted his eyes and tried to drift back to sleep but the brightness kept forcing its way under his eyelids. He rolled over to shade his eyes from the sun and to try to sleep some more. But the unexpected strangeness of the mashed boobs and long hair covering his face shocked him wide awake. Jerking his eyes open, he stared at the still sleeping face of the naked woman in bed beside him who looked just like Sharon Stone. The woman's face was covered with dried jism and that further reminded Ben about all of the unique experiences temporary forgotten because of the sleep. Sitting up slowly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, it was easy to see why the breasts were so tender this morning. The flesh was still red in some areas where Marie's sucking and nibbling as they made love, had been almost too aggressive. A smile rushed across Ben's new face as he remembered the way that they greedily sucked on each other boobs as they made love most of the night. They had been laughing like two giggling teenage girls as they teased and probed each other as they tried to get a lifetime of experience in one short night. Remembering the probing, Ben looked down at his pubic hair. It was still copperish, even though it was matted with dried cum. That sight reminded him about Marie's cum-covered sleeping face. Lifting his hand to his own face, he felt the dried jism on the soft skin of his new woman's face. He was momentary distracted by the strong odor of pussy juice on his fingers. Holding his hands close to his nose, he smelled his fingers, smelling two similar but slightly distinct odors which he was able to recognize as to whose body each odor came from. Pussy! Ahhhhhh! Just smelling the dried remains of their mutual probing was able to make him feel slightly heady again as the wonderful memories of their almost all-night-long mutual oral sex caused a rush deep within him. He felt a slight tingling sensation and inner warmth which he now recognized signaled that his new body was lubricating itself - the female version of an erection. Fighting the urge to finger himself again, he eased out of the bed. Standing somewhat unsteadily on his feet, he pushed the long locks of hair back from his face as he tried to remember where the bathroom was. Turning slowly, he almost knocked over the half-empty bottle of whiskey with his feet. He stumbled across the room, discovering that by the time that he got to the bathroom, that the mild desire to pee had increased to a strong desire to pee. ****** The warmth of the hot shower began to restore energy to Ben's tired body. He enjoyed standing under the shower nozzle and letting the stinging water massage his tender flesh. The shower curtain being pulled back startled him but seeing the smiling face of the woman that he considered to be Marie now, quickly calmed him. She stepped under the shower as he made room for her. She spun in a circle, letting the water soak her blonde hair and plaster the golden hair down her silky smooth back. As soon as she was thoroughly soaked, she picked up a bar of soap and built up a lather as they stared into each other eyes. Marie rubbed the soapy lather onto Ben's breasts as she whispered "I love squeaky clean titties. How do you feel this morning..Pamela?" The warm water, the tingling bubbles ticking the nipples, the already mild inner vaginal deep itch, and the nearness of the beautiful naked woman all combined into one overwhelming sensation that Ben wasn't able to ignore. He answered by easing his hands around Marie's head and guiding her mouth to one of his turgid nipples. Her warm mouth and teasing tongue was just what he needed at that moment as he braced himself against the tiled shower wall. ****** They looked like two naked women who had just climbed out of the shower. Their wet hair was plastered to their heads and their bodies were red from the hot water and mutual groping during their shower. They were standing in front of the old mirror pointing at each other image and laughing as if they were looking into a fun house mirror. "So...PAMELA, how does it feel to have a cunt?" "It's like a dream. I'm still feeling as if I'm asleep and I'll wake up in a minute to discover that it's only a dream." "Yeah, that's how I felt for the first couple of days, then I began to get used to it and started enjoying myself. I've got another surprise for you this morning. Remember in the bathroom, how you were complaining about your long hair..about how you said that you didn't know how to dry it so it wouldn't look clumpy. Well, you don't need to dry your hair this morning, because it's been ten hours since you changed into that body so that means that you can swap into a body other than your old real body. So you and I will swap bodies. I'll become Pamela and you'll be Marie for the rest of the day." "Uhhhh...I need to think about that." "Think HELL. Let's do it and you can think later. Watch this, little brother." Marie adjusted the knob and her reflection in the mirror changed so that the mirrored image of her became Pamela's image. She placed her hand against the magical mirror and touched the mirror as she stared at her new reflection. Then she took one quick step forward into the mirror. To Ben it looked as if she was stepping through the mirror but as soon as the young blonde haired woman stepped completely into the mirror, the long-legged, full breasted red-headed, slightly taller woman that they were calling Pamela, stepped out of the mirror. Randy transformed from Marie to Pamela in less than one second. The new Pamela stood in front of Ben and spun around, inviting the old Pamela's eyes to visually examine her new body. Ben had been Pamela just long enough to be slightly used to being the redhead woman and seeing an exact twin of his current body, staring back at him caused a slight rush as Ben began to realize more about the mirror's possibilities Laughing at the obvious effect that Ben was experiencing as he observed someone else's transformation, the new Pamela grabbed the mirror's dial and spun it, then pointed at the mirror as she exuberantly declared "Go for it Girl. Step into the mirror and see if it's true that blondes have more fun." Ben felt himself being drawn to step into the mirror. Part of his mind was telling him "it can't work and you're only dreaming this", while another part was saying "you know it works, so just do it." Slowly he faced his new reflected Marie image and stared at the familiar Marie features which would be his features if he just took that small first step into the mirror again. He raised his hand slowly and mentally fought with himself for five long seconds as he held his hand only inches from Marie's mirrored hand. Then he pressed his hand forward, took a deep breath and stepped into the mirror. He wasn't scared this time and was able to notice things that he didn't notice before. It felt like he was stepping through a shower without getting wet. There was just a brief tingling sensation as he passed through the mirror's glass then he noticed that he was facing the other direction and stepping out of the mirror. He instantly looked down to confirm that Pamela's large full breasts had changed into Marie's small perky breasts. Spinning around to look at himself in the magical mirror, he stared at Marie's cute face and Sharon Stone-like slinky body. Instead of feeling especially terrified as he did after the first metamorphosis, Ben felt extremely thrilled with this transformation as soon as he saw that it was successful. Touching the creepy old mirror again and stepping into its horrifying, unknown, black magic powers again had been terrifying to say the least, but the first look at his beautiful new slender female body caused an unexpected euphoria that he was finding hard to contain. When he transformed for the first time into the woman's body that they were calling Pamela, he had taken his time exploring that woman's body because of his fear of the unknown. But now that he was slightly more comfortable with the transformation process and pleased with the subtle differences of being a woman, he didn't waste any time before he began exploring his new body. Standing in front of the mirror, he spun and looked at his slender new body as he playfully squeezed, touched, and probed the body that he made love to, just minutes before. Now that beautiful lithe body was his body. The pleasing lilt of Pamela's laugh coming from the former Marie, sounded strange as she laughed at the way Ben was exuberantly exploring his new body. It sounded strange because in the short time that Ben had been the beautiful red-haired woman, he had quickly grown used to hearing her voice come from his lips whenever he spoke. Thus it felt strange to hear 'his own voice' coming from someone else who looked exactly like him...or rather the way that he looked only minutes before. "Ok girl, it's time that I remind you about rule number three. When you change bodies, you also change identities. Thus, you're now Marie and I'm now Pamela. We're both women so think of yourself in the female gender from this moment on. You have to use my new name when you talk to me, so let's get the first time out of way, which is usually the most difficult. I want to hear you address me by my name, Marie." "I find it hard to call you that, but if you insist...Pamela." "Good girl. Just as I'm now Pamela, you must think only of yourself as being Marie because that's who you are until the mirror changes you again. And rule number four is that if we had boyfriends or lovers prior to this even body exchange, then we should also pick up the respective boyfriend that goes with the new body and drop the old lover. You don't want to confuse anyone who isn't aware of the mirror's magical capabilities, by holding onto old lovers when in a new body." The new Marie giggled "Lover? Shit. I'd forgotten about Donna. You remember her, don't you. She was that cute girl that I liked that worked at McDonalds when you moved away. Shit, I mean when 'Randy' moved away, Pamela." "CUTE? Girl, that was one scrawny, ugly girl if I remember her correctly. You were dating her? Remind me not to swap into your old body when she's around. She's so ugly that I wouldn't even fuck her with your dick." In the short time that Ben had been in Cleveland, he had almost completely forgotten that the wonderful person joking so freely with him, had really been born as his brother instead of his sister. The few hours that he spent yesterday evening with 'Marie' was enough for him to accept her as a genuine girl who his brother was somehow lucky enough to be dating. The first time that they made love in the back of the van was enough for him to accept 'Marie' as a real woman who really knew how to satisfy a man. The short time after his transformation into a woman, when Marie showed him the wonderful mysteries of lesbian sex was enough for him to forget that she was really his brother and that both of them had been born males instead of the beautiful women whose bodies they inhabited at that time. Now, standing there, laughing and joking as they talked extremely catty about Ben's girlfriend back home, it was as if they were two very close sisters talking about two men who didn't know any better in their choice of women. Looking in the mirror at Marie's beautiful face and body, Ben abruptly realized that 'Pamela' was right when she said that Donna wasn't that attractive. Donna was really sort of plain looking when compared with either Pamela or Marie. And more importantly, he realized that a lot of his beliefs and the things that he considered to be important, had drastically changed in the few short hours. He had begun to think of himself as a 'she' more than as a 'he'. He really felt that he was Marie now. That realization stunned him but also galvanized him into action because he knew that all vacations must end sooner or later. In a few short hours, he would have to figure out some way to get around rule number one and return to his male body. Then he would have to drive home and get ready for work on Monday. Just like a kid whose parents are getting ready to check out of the motel after a week at the beach, Ben abruptly realized that there were several more things that he wanted to do before 'check-out' time. He closed his eyes and thought of the way that he looked at that moment. He pushed his real identity back into the background and pulled the identity of Marie mentally into his body as if it were a cloak that could turn him into the pretty woman. With his eyes shut, he whispered to himself "when I open my eyes, I'll be Marie. I'll think and act like a woman as I enjoy being her. Just as I think of Randy only as Pamela now, so will I become Marie and think of myself only as a woman." Opening 'her' eyes, the new Marie felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted from her narrow shoulders. She felt so carefree and happy at that moment, that she wanted to sing "I am woman". Skipping across the floor, she grabbed Pamela's hand and pulled her new best friend back toward the bed that they had shared during the night as she laughingly promised "Let's rush back to bed and I'll show you what I learned about your new body's erogenous zones when I was Pamela." Pamela resisted the gentle tugging as she counter-offered "It's Saturday which is a busy day when you have an Antique shop. In less than an hour, cars will start pulling into the parking lot and I've got to be ready for business. I've got to get dressed and get ready for business. And you're going to help me today, my beautiful little Marie. Some of the customers may recognize you because they've been in here before and seen me when I was Marie. So if anyone asks who I am, just tell them that I'm your big sister." Marie was a little vocal about being around anyone else until she got used to the new gender but Pamela used the 'double- dare' techniques on her new sister as effectively as Randy used to do the same thing with Ben when they were kids. Within forty minutes, both women were fully dressed and getting the shop ready for opening. Pamela dressed Marie in a simple skirt, satin blouse, panty hose and two inch heels. They both agreed that Marie's body looked better braless in something clingy like the satin blouse that showed every jiggle and the outline of the nipples. Pamela slipped into a form-fitting white sundress that showed every curve as it also made her red hair and complexion look more vibrant. A antique store can get busy on a weekend and the two women were quickly covered up with customers looking for bargains or something to round out their collection of collectibles. Although this new version of Marie didn't know much about antiques, she was able to help Pamela by working the cash register and baby- sitting the customers who wanted assistance even though they were 'just looking'. As soon as the last customer was out the door and the door locked for the evening, Marie kicked her heels off as she sat down in an antique chair and propped her feet up in a very unlady-like position. Looking up at Pamela who was doing the last minute paperwork, she said "That was fun. Hectic but fun." "Yeah and we did pretty good too. Look Marie, I know that you're interested in going back home to Dad and your chicken- shit job when these three days are up, but I wish that you'd seriously consider staying here with me and helping me run this store. I'm making good money now and can use your help as an equal partner. And that would give us the opportunity to fully explore the mirror's power." Marie leaned her head back on the chair and shut her eyes before she responded "All good things must end. While I'm enjoying this...respite from a normal life, I have to go back to being myself. And speaking of Dad, did you see the way that one old man kept following me around the store. He was getting ready to pinch my butt when I moved away and went to help another customer." "Yeah. He's been in here before and I've dodged him also. Well, my paperwork is finished. Let's lock up, go to my apartment which you haven't seen since I re-decorated it to be more unisexual to fit my new lifestyles. We'll drink a little wine to help relax us, then take a refreshing shower before we change into something a little more comfortable. I want to take you to someplace good where we can get something to eat. I'm famished." ****** Pamela's concept of clothes that were a little more comfortable weren't exactly what Marie envisioned. Marie was thinking about dressing in nothing more complex than blue jeans and pull-over sweater, then going to a good burger joint for some burgers and fries. Pamela had very different ideals and as usual, Big Sister got her way. The three glasses of wine relaxed the new Marie so that it didn't take much to get her dressed and out the door. Pamela was dressed in a strapless, low-cut, low-back, black evening gown, complemented with a thin gold necklace around her neck that pointed down to the pushed-up full cleavage, a gold bracelet on one arm and a simple clutch purse that matched the gown. Both of them laughed about the strapless gown and how her boobs were the only thing holding up the gown, but she was one extremely sexy woman when she finished dressing. As for Marie, they chose a simple cream-colored tight dress that emphasized her shapely legs with a long slit up one side of the skirt. The matching blouse barely showed her bra-less perky breasts by having a steep v-neck that teasingly dipped to an inch above her belly button. Marie didn't want to get that dressed up but buoyed by the confidence of being accepted all day by the store's customers, she was very open to the concept of dressing up 'to the nines' and going out on the town. She liked Pamela's description how they would be two sexy women who would do a little bar- hopping and then come home for some bedroom fun with each other. It felt good to walk into the restaurant and to feel everyone's eyes on them. After the Maitre'd escorted them to a nice table and Pamela ordered some drinks for them, Pamela pointed out two men at the bar. Then she explained why she had been so insistent on how they should look as they earlier dressed for dinner and why they had to go to this particular restaurant for dinner. "See the tall handsome guy in the blue blazer standing at the bar. His name's David. The man that he's talking to, with his back turned to us, is Jeff. As soon as Jeff sees us..rather as soon as he sees you sitting here, he's going to bring David over to the table to introduce David to me and they're going to join us for dinner and cocktails. You see, Jeff is going steady with Marie and has a date with the woman that he knows simply as Marie for tonight. A date which you're going to keep because you're now Marie as far as the rest of the world is concerned. Remember rule number four where you should accept your new body's lover as being your lover? Well, Jeff's expecting Marie to go back to his apartment with him tonight where she has been several times before and he's lining his best friend up with someone that he's not met yet..which is me. I will spend the night with David at his place tonight so you have to go home with Jeff and..do I have to explain the birds and the bees to you?" Chapter 5 - Does the nightstand match.. The sunlight coming through the window slowly awakened Ben. He squinted his eyes and tried to drift back to sleep but the brightness kept forcing its way under his hard-to-open eyelids. He rolled over to shade his eyes from the sun and to try to sleep some more as he tried to shake off the familiar feel of too much to drink the night before. But the unexpected strangeness of the mashed boobs and long hair covering his face shocked him awake as he remembered that the transformation into Marie...that he was supposed to be Marie now..that he was now a her. Keeping 'her' eyes shut and not moving so that she could drift back to sleep and sleep the hangover away, she faintly called the events of the previous day. The memory of the transformation seemed so unreal, as did the memory of Pamela taking them to a bar and feeding her little 'sister' glass after glass of wine as they partied as if they were really two single girls out on the town ....OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! The just recalled memory of the two men plying them with alcohol and flirting with the two partying women all evening roared through Marie's struggling consciousness. And started other memories pushing through the hangover that clouded Marie's mind. Memories of the four of them laughing as they got slightly raunchy, of flirting with .Jeff, yeah, that was his name. Jeff thought that this version of Marie was his girlfriend. There were more memories of the two of them dancing, of dancing close together, of kissing, of Jeff copping feels of Marie's body just because they were lovers. OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! The memory of Jeff removing Marie's clothes caused the barely awake Marie to completely awaken. Jerking her bloodshot eyes open, she stared at the still sleeping face of the naked man in bed beside her who looked just like Jeff Bridges. The man's face was covered with dried jism and that further reminded Marie about all of the unique experiences that she had temporary forgotten because of the sleep. The flash of just recalled memory of impaling herself on his erection resulted in a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips. It was one thing to have sex with a man when you're drunk and extremely horny and another to recall that sex when you're hungover and still trying to get used to a never before experienced gender change. The recalled memory of holding his cock and sliding it into Marie's very lubricated itchy vagina caused a flood of other memories to roar through her mind which she tried to suppress until she didn't have to deal with the hangover headache and nausea at the same time. She tried to forget about the mutual oral sex but the image of his cock in her mouth became too strong to push aside. She slipped out of the bed, almost stumbling over the pile of clothes beside the bed where they had stripped each over just before jumping into bed. She stumbled across the bedroom floor toward a door where she expected to find a bathroom. The cold feel of the tile against her feet added a sense of "yes, the floor is real therefore the man in bed must be real" urgency to her rush to find a commode. Pushing the bathroom door shut, she dropped down on her knees and hugged the commode as she fought the nausea. Whether the nausea was caused by too much wine the night before or by the remembrance of the things that she did to his cock when she was drunk, was difficult to tell. After a quick emptying of her stomach into the commode, she splashed water from the sink on her face to wash away the dried remains of their earlier sex. She grabbed his mouthwash and tried to cover up the taste that filled her throat. Slipping back into the bedroom, she gathered the clothes that she had on the previous night and slipped into the living room where she quickly dressed. She was about to slip out of his apartment when she remembered that she didn't have any keys or money nor did she know where she was headed. Tiptoeing back into the bedroom, she retrieved his trousers. She pulled a couple of twenties out of his billfold before rushing out of his apartment. Down on the street, she walked until she found a taxicab and gave the driver the address for Randy's apartment. There was a small courtesy mirror clipped to the back of the taxi driver's seat so that passengers could appraise their appearance. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew that she looked like shit. Her hairspray coated hair was mused and looked horrible. Her makeup was smeared around her eyes and washed away around her mouth. The cream-colored blouse's steep v-neck reveled a lot of skin and there were bruised splotches on her neck and upper chest that could only be hickeys. She ignored the driver's frequent glances into his rearview mirror and curtly answered his too-frequent attempts to be friendly. As soon as he pulled up in front of Randy's apartment building, she saw her small sportscar where she had left it when she followed Pamela back to the apartment the previous night. She fumbled around the wheel well until she found the hidden key, then she climbed into the driver's seat and immediately fell asleep. It was a sleep of exhaustion from a night of drinking and love-making. ****** "Wake up, Sis. It's time to go back to the store so that we can get ready for a beautiful day of paying customers." Sitting up quickly as the sleeping woman jerked awake from the unexpected tapping of fingernails on the car's window, the sight of Pamela's smiling face instantly filled Ben's mind with a conglomeration of memories. Some were memories of the short night that Ben spent as Pamela after the first transformation. Some were memories of the long day that Ben lived as Marie with Pamela being the sister as they managed the store. But most of the memories that flooded through Ben's still hung- over mind were of the last few hours that the intoxicated and extremely horny Marie spent in Jeff's bed. The recent memory of several hours of feeling Jeff's cock being stuffed repeatedly into various body openings somehow seemed repugnant now in the bright light of daytime. Especially the recalled images of Jeff's large cock rubbing against Marie's hungry lips. Especially the recalled masculine smells of Jeff's musky-smelling groin as he held Marie's head pressed between his legs. Especially the recalled salty taste of Jeff's jism that twice coated Marie's lips during the several hours of active sex. Pushing the car door open, Ben stumbled to his feet outside the car, then leaned against the car as he tried to regain his balance. In the bright light of day, the fantasy of being a beautiful woman didn't seem as much fun because of the hangover and just-realized revulsion as to what occurred in the privacy of Jeff's bedroom. Lighting a cigarette to quickly cover up a mentally-induced super-foul-tasting mouth odor of a man's cock, Ben mumbled "I..I need to get back home. I can't do this anymore. Put me back into my real body and let me go home. I'm not a woman and can't be one any longer." "Marie, honey, you just need a little rest and you'll feel bet." "Damn it Randy. The game's over. I can't take anymore. I'm not Marie. I'm Ben. I'm a man. I'm a 'he'. A 'he' and...men don't do what I did last night. Don't call me that again." Pamela's face scrunched up into a sarcastic smile as Randy understood what the little brother was requesting. Just as big brother Randy had straightened little brother Benji's collar when they were kids, big sister Pamela pushed a wayward golden blonde lock of hair back while evaluating the very disheveled appearance of the obviously distrait blonde. Pursing her lips to think for a second, Pamela resisted the first impulse to respond with the normal 'double-dare you to prove that you've got balls' challenge. In this instance, that brotherly taunt wouldn't work. Smiling apologetic, she told the truth "I'm sorry that you feel this way but I understand. When I first discovered the mirror's secret, it scared me also and I couldn't wait to change back into my real body after the first transformation. But then after I got back into my normal old male body and had time to think, the adventure of being able to transform myself into someone so exotic and different from my real self, kept calling me back. So I tried it again..and again, before I discovered that I had learned to enjoy my new life so much more than I enjoyed my old life. I suppose that I pushed you too much...too soon. You know that I set you up with Jeff last night, knowing full well what he expected from you if he got you drunk and back to his apartment. Maybe I should've given you more time to adjust to other aspects of feminine life before pushing you to that advanced level of self-discovery; but I honestly wanted you to hurry up and catch up with me on my enthusiasm for my feminine life. I can't speed up the rules that govern the mirror's magic, but I can make it somewhat easier for your last few hours until you can change back. Let's go back to the store, get you a different body, then we'll spend most of the running the store. After work, we'll go back to my place, spend the last few hours together in the privacy of my small apartment, then tomorrow evening, I'll put you back into your real body. You'll lose only one day at work and can be back working for old man Browning on Tuesday morning." ****** A platter of eggs and a couple cups of hot coffee at a nearby greasy spoon restaurant restored some of the twinkle to Marie's bloodshot eyes so that Ben in Marie's body was feeling a little better by the time that the Pamela and Marie stood in front of the mirror again. They quickly undressed while Pamela discussed the different options for different bodies for them to have for the rest of the day. Eager to get out of Marie's body because of the too fresh memories of making love to a man as Marie but unable to return to his own body at this time because of the rules, Ben requested a male body for the remainder of the time until he could return to his true body. He was dismayed to learn that the only two male bodies in the mirror's magical memory belonged to him and his brother - all of the rest of the mirror's memorized images were female bodies. Abiding by Ben's request to find a male body, Pamela called up the real Randy body on the mirror. Ben stared at the familiar - yet somehow unfamiliar image of his brother's face being reflected back at him while hearing Pamela's voice approve the selection "Look's like it's my body if you insist on being male until we can put you back into your real body. It'll be good for you to see what it's like to be me. After all, since I've discovered the mirror's secrets a month ago, my customers haven't seen too much of the male person that they know as Randy Kline. And because you'll have my voice now, you can call Dad to explain to him why 'I' have been so busy that I haven't had time to call him." Committed to escaping from Marie's body so that he could try to forget the memory of sucking a man's cock, Ben took a step toward the mirror but paused as he raised the slender hand of Marie to meet the mirrored hand of his brother's reflected image. For several seconds, Ben stared at his brother's very familiar face knowing that this was the only solution for his request. Something was holding him back but he didn't know what. He stared into his brother's eyes, seeing his brother's face as Ben fought a mental battle to find the strength to step into the mirror. Ben's mind was a turmoil of confusing thoughts as one side of his mind was saying "this is what you requested - a male body" while another was saying "anybody but my brother". Ben let his eyes drift down the reflected image, seeing the mild tuff of chest hair on his brother's chest, the scar where the appendix was removed years ago, and the other familiar features of his brother's body. When Ben's eyes focused on the dangling cock of his brother's image, a cold chill slipped down Marie's backbone as Ben stared at the male appendage. Trembling slightly, Ben pulled his hand back and faintly heard Marie's voice express his words "I can't be you either. Give me another body." Pamela spun the mirror's dial through the different images showing Ben the available bodies stored in the mirror's memory. The middle-aged pudgy body of Mrs. Rupert Mason intrigued Ben for a few seconds because nothing about her body didn't invoke any of the sexual feelings that the other good-looking female bodies created in his still confused mental state. Two more clicks through the various bodies and Marie's voice sounded faint as Ben announced that he was going to chose the next body sight unseen, just to get it over with. Pamela spun the dial once and Marie's reflected image changed into the image of a large black woman was at least six feet tall and had to weigh close to two hundred pounds. The black woman's long thick legs looked like football player's legs. Her slightly sagging, large heavy pendulous breasts looked like they needed a 50- DDD bra to help support them. Seeing the large breasts, Ben came close to backing out of his commitment to accept the next body sight unseen, but seeing the smile on Pamela's lips, he knew that he was going to do it anyway. Holding his head high, Ben stepped toward the mirror, watching Marie's slender small hand move toward the mirrored black woman's much larger hand. He moved slowly, feeling the momentary cold touch of the mirror's glass immediately change into the warm softness of a large hand. He watched as he pushed his hand through the glass seeing the hand disappear as Marie's arm magically merged into the black woman's arm as if they were Siamese Twins joined at the wrist. Pushing forward slightly, Ben shut his eyes as he felt a slight tingling sensation as more of his arm eased into the mirror. Unable to look anymore, he kept his eyes shut and stepped forward, feeling the tingling sensation pass through his whole body as he stepped through the mirror. This time, he didn't fall as he came out of the mirror. Opening his eyes, he glanced down at the large dark pendulous breasts that now hung from his breasts. Breasts that looked like they were a miniature of a dual ski jump. Turning around to look at his new image in the mirror, Ben noticed for the first time that the woman had a very large butt in addition to her wide hips. She had an attractive face with large lips, a solid jaw, deep-set brown eyes with large eyelashes, and a head full of dark curly hair. Behind him, he heard Pamela's voice "I call this body Laywan. I thought that with her ethnic face, that a simple name like Mary or Ann wouldn't do her justice. She's a strong-willed woman, used to having her own way and she loves to have men stare at her large boobs. I think that you'll have fun today being Laywan." ****** It was another busy day in the store and the continual rush of customers kept Ben busy so that he quickly forgot about the uncomfortable memories that he was trying to escape. Working with the customers, Ben quickly adjusted to the new body and personality that he adopted for Laywan's body. But even with it busy with all the customers, the new Laywan discovered that Pamela was right about men staring at her very large and heavy boobs. Pamela didn't have too much of a wardrobe for this body so Laywan was limited to wearing the only dress in Randy's limited female wardrobe that would fit the woman's large body. It was a simple mid-thigh print dress with a large square-cut bodice that showed a fair amount of cleavage. The cleavage looked more pronounced because the bra pushed the large boobs up and together so that it looked like two large dark-brown cantaloupes pressed together. Laywan early discovered that male customers typically treated the big-chested black woman's body noticeably differently than they had treated Marie's small petite body the previous day. Their comments were generally more ribald and sexist crude as they joked more openly with the dark-skinned woman. They were also more direct in their staring at her body where they had tended to be slightly surreptitious when staring at Marie's body the previous day. But even all of the staring and flirtatious remarks, Ben felt better as he stayed busy and became used to the new woman's body. Feeling more relaxed as Ben became used to being Laywan, he got over the discomfort that he was feeling earlier. He chalked the discomfort up to the hangover and the unpleasant memories. Then Calvin T. Jacoby came back into the store. Laywan was standing behind the cash register, sorting the paperwork from the day's transactions while Pamela was moving some small furniture into a just-created vacant spot when the door bell signaled a new customer was coming into the store. Laywan recognized the very ethnic-looking dark- skinned man as he walked through the door. He had been in the store yesterday and purchased a small table from Pamela. He stood about six foot four and looked like he weighed about two hundred and forty pounds of substantial muscles. The rugged aristocratic look of his chiseled face, solid football player looking body, impeccably appearance of his clothes, and his casual but dangerous stride reminded Laywan of Jim Brown - the black hero in the old "Shaft" movies. As he shut the door, he smiled a smug smile at Pamela who was standing directly in front of him where she was re-arranging the furniture. He walked toward the pretty red-headed woman as he casually looked around the room. Like a magnet, his eyes quickly found Laywan's eyes and they stared into each other's soul for a tenth of a second. As his next footstep touched the ground, the man changed direction to walk straight toward Laywan without breaking eye contact with her. A deer can easily be killed by a hunter at night by shinning a bright light into its eyes. The deer will stand transfixed, unable to move or do anything except stare at the light while the hunter takes his time aiming the rifle at the frozen animal. Thus it was the same with Laywan. For some unknown reason, the newly transformed black woman was transfixed by the attractive man's deep brown eyes and pearly-white teeth as he smiled at her. Everything about the handsome man was setting off warning bells in the "Ben side" of her mind while the "Laywan side" of her mind was experiencing other types of bells. Did you ever see someone and immediately liked them? Did you ever just meet someone and find yourself feeling "tingly inside" just from being near the new person? Did you ever see someone that attracted you so much that you couldn't take your eyes off of them and you walked into a wall because you were staring at them? Did you ever meet someone and immediately know that they were your soul mate? Did you ever meet someone and feel so attractive that you violated every rule that guided your decisions? Ben didn't know what was occurring to him as they stared into each other's eyes but it was simple. Every body is different and reacts slightly differently to the same stimuli. Some bodies are sickeningly allergic to ragweed while other bodies aren't bothered by the weed. Some bodies can't tolerate simple things such as excess salt or sugar while other bodies are troubled by it. Some bodies have very ticklish feet while other bodies aren't ticklish at all. Yesterday Ben saw the black man through Marie's eyes so at that time he conceived an opinion of the man based upon his mental condition yesterday and the Marie body's neutral feelings toward the man. Today Ben was seeing the black man through Laywan's eyes and feeling Laywan's body react to the handsome man. Something within Laywan's female body as natural as hormones was reacting strongly toward the man. Standing in front of the cash register, he broke the silence of the shop by asking in a deep bass voice as he smiled roguishly "Saw a nightstand here yesterday that I finally decided to buy. Is it still for sale?" Fumbling nervously with the sales receipt's, Ben heard the slight tremor in his new body's Laywan voice "I don't know which nightstand you're interested in. I'll get your salesperson." His hand moved faster as he lightly grabbed the woman's wrist, stopping her from moving away as he explained "Please forgive me for being forward! But I see that the young lady is very busy with her furniture re-arrangement and I prefer that you assist me today. What's your name?" A warn ticklish sensation was rushing through Laywan's body which seemed to emanate from where the man's large hand was gently wrapped around her wrist. Though the fog of confusing unfamiliar emotions that was overwhelming Ben's ability to think, he heard Laywan's voice come from her lips answering "Be..I mean, Laywan. My name is Laywan." Resting his elbows on the counter as he released his grip on her wrist and leaned forward so that his beaming face was at the same level as her face, the man's impish smile revealed that he was aware of her confusion and pleased with being the reason for causing her to feel that way "Laywan. Pretty name for a pretty woman. I'm Calvin T. Jacoby, but all my friends call me Cal." Dropping the sales receipts in the box, Laywan broke eye contact with him and immediately felt a little more in control of her emotions. Staring out at Pamela who was making herself conspicuously busy with work in a different part of the store, Laywan knew that she wouldn't get any help from "her big sis". She knew that she had to take control and maintain control so Laywan placed a positive smile on her face, then glanced back to look into the man's eyes while asking "I'm not sure which nightstand you are referring to. Can you describe to me what you would for me to show you?" He broke eye contact as he let his eyes drift down her body to where it was obvious that he was starring directly at her large boobs that were mostly covered by the dress. A warm flush of embarrassment filled Laywan's cheeks as she realized what his truthful answer to her question would be - he wanted to see her naked body. Feeling flustered, she rushed from behind the counter toward the nearest nightstand. In the three seconds that it took her to get to it, she recovered some of her aplomb. Spinning around and pointing at the antique nightstand like Vanna White pointing to a letter on "Wheel of Fortune", she asked "Is this what you wan.is this the nightstand that you desire?" For being such a large man who typically move like a bull moose, he moved very lightly as he stepped over the nightstand, opened the drawer, pretended to look into the drawer, then shut the drawer as he suggested with a sly smile filling his face "I'm not sure. I'm not much of an interior decorator and have lousy furniture coordination skills. How about if I take you out to dinner after work and then WE...", he paused to emphasize the two of them before continuing "go by my apartment to see what you think about how this nightstand would blend in with the rest of my bedroom furniture?" Chapter 6 - The G Spot "Look to see if he's out there. I'm not leaving the store if Cal's hanging around the parking lot." Pamela laughed a boisterous laugh that echoed through the shop. Placing her hands on her hips, she teased "Honey, if I had a man that looked as good as Cal waiting for me outside, I'd be running so damn fast to get out to his car that you would think that I was a bolt of lighting. He's got a very obvious case of the hots for your body and from the looks of him, he could probably fuck all night long. When he was in here yesterday chasing me as he pretended that he was looking at the furniture, I got the distinct impression that the hunk of meat between his legs was just as long and thick as the rest of his body. Girl, you ought to take that home phone number that he gave you and call him. Tell him that you're a virgin and that he needs to be ever so gentle. Gentle for the first time and a fucking stud for the rest of the night." Laywan's cheeks turned red as she tried to suppress the blush. Busying herself with the papers that she had just sorted, she answered "No. I can't. I won't. And quit pestering me." Changing the subject, she blurted as her chin tightened with resolve and her eyes steeled with stoic determination that she wouldn't be swayed from her decision "Don't expect me to go anywhere with you tonight. I'm going to go only to your apartment and go straight to bed where I'm going to rest. Then tomorrow evening, we're going to restore my body as soon as possible; then I'm headed home so I can forget about this..thing that you did to me." Staring straight into Pamela's gleaming eyes, Laywan's hard stare reaffirmed her decision as she repeated her plans "You're not going to get me into trouble tonight." ****** Pamela's flushed naked body was coated with sweat. Her normal fluffed-up mane of thick red hair was matted and sticking to her drenched body because of the heavy sweat covering her body. Pushing a flattened long lock of hair back from across her flushed-red face, she unsteadily rose from the bed. Her chest was heaving rapidly because her breathing was heavy from her very recent extremely strenuous physical exertion. Pressing her hand firmly against her genitalia as if that would relieve the desperate need to pee, her face grimaced from the internal pain that she was feeling. Stumbling across the floor as her trembling legs struggled to find strength to support her weight, she rushed to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Inside the brightly lit bathroom, she shielded her eyes with a hand and scrunched her face so that her eyes were barely a narrow slit. Dropping her butt heavily down onto the commode's hard wooden seat, she immediately relaxed the muscles that were holding back the tons of pee that were trying to rupture her bladder. A mild groan escaped her lips as the painful bladder pressure immediately eased. She had needed to go to the bathroom for the last twenty to thirty minutes but had been having so much fun that she kept putting it off - and off - and off until she finally realized that she was only seconds from peeing in the bed. As the warm liquid flowed from between her spread legs, her brain began to function again. The last couple of hours of wonderful sex with Laywan had dulled her thinking so that nothing went through Pamela's brain except thoughts about how to intensify the wonderful pleasure that she was feeling. Jerking a towel from the towel rack, she wiped the heavy drops of sweat from her bright-red face that were trickling down her nose and cheeks. Seconds after she finished peeing, she wiped the matted mess of copperish pubic hair with flimsy tissue paper, giving up quickly when the tissue fell apart because the heavy mixture of sweat, pee and jism moisture was too thick between her legs. Rising to her feet, she placed one foot on the commode lid to balance herself as she used the cotton towel to dry herself between her sticky legs. Throwing the towel on the hamper, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her flushed face. Her eyes were still wild and glazed over from the two hours of intense sex, her pale complexion was a deep red from the constant high-intensity blood flow through her body, and her mouth was partially open as she used that larger opening to get more oxygen into her lungs. There wasn't a trace of makeup on her face because that had been completely smeared off within the first twenty or thirty minutes of sex. Turning the cold tap water on full blast, the beautiful red- headed woman bent over the sink and used her hands to splash the cool refreshing water all over her flushed face, ignoring the fact that the water was making her sweat-drenched hair even wetter. Grabbing another towel, she patted her face with the towel then rubbed the towel across her sweaty breasts, enjoying the pleasure of the soft cloth touching her sensitive flesh and the mild pain of her tender nipples reminding her why her nipples were so sensitive. Throwing the towel over her shoulder, she took a last deep breath as she began to shake off the last feelings of intense weakness because her strength was returning. A half-smoked extinguished cigar in an ashtray on top of the commode caught her eye. Picking up the cigar, she tucked it into the corner of her mouth as she fumbled with a matchbook. Within a few seconds, she had the cigar lit and was enjoying the strong heady feel of the thick smoke filling her lungs. She left the bathroom door open so that its bright light would partially illuminate the dark bedroom as she returned to the bed. Standing bedside the bed with the cigar tucked into the corner of her mouth and a towel loosely thrown over her shoulders, she stood next to the bed and smiled down at her sex partner for the last two hours. The bed was a shamble with the blankets kicked off and the bedsheet half pulled off. The dim light from the bathroom's open door revealed Laywan's body still curled up in a fetal position. Ben's transformed ebony body gleamed in the dim light, making the young Negro woman's dark skin look darker and the sweat making her body look as if she was coated with a shiny layer of polyurethane. Like Pamela, Laywan's attractive face was free of makeup and her thick curly hair was matted around her face and shoulders. But where Pamela had used the bathroom visit to recover her breathing and composure, Laywan had used the time to continue her sexual adventure by switching to masturbation when Pamela rushed from the bed. Laywan's body was still twitching and squirming on the bed as her hands moved slightly between her tightly clinched legs. After taking a long pull on the cigar between her lips, Pamela bent over the bed and held the cigar close to Laywan's lips. In the dim light, Laywan's glazed-over eyes flashed a hidden fire that revealed that she was still deep within the pleasurable world of sex. Opening her mouth, Laywan let Pamela put the cigar into her mouth. Pamela eased onto the bed, running her fingers down Laywan's sweat-coated chest, finding the transformed woman's engorged nipples. Groaning through clinched teeth around the cigar in her mouth, the attractive black woman that they were calling Laywan, rolled out of the fetal position over onto her back, exposing a large dildo mounted to a belt around her hips. Pamela's mouth quickly moved to Laywan's nipple as the red- headed woman's hand wrapped around the dildo. Flicking her tongue at the ebony nipple on the large dark breast as her hand moved the dildo, Pamela's face formed a smile as Laywan's body jerked from the dual touch. Playing with the outer dildo manipulated the inner dildo buried deep within Laywan's body and also moved a small protrusion over the ebony woman's labia. For several seconds, there was absolute silence in the room except for Laywan's gasping as she squirmed from the pleasure and rapidly puffed on the cigar filling her lungs with heady smoke. Pausing in the nipple teasing, Pamela's husky-sounding voice revealed that her ardor was rapidly returning as she asked "Do you believe me now that female multiple organisms are a lot better than a single male climax?" "Yesssssssssssssss!" groaned Laywan as she trashed her head from side to side on the sweat-soaked mattress. Laywan's head-trashing stopped abruptly as she felt Pamela's hands unbuckling the dual-headed dildo belt around her waist. Her head raised from the pillow and her glazed-over eyes revealed her confusion and disagreement with the red-headed woman's unexpected actions. Pamela continued unbuckling the device while defining her plans "It's my turn to fuck you now." Raising her ass from the bed, Laywan let Pamela remove the dual-headed dildo from her body. While Pamela adjusted the straps so that the device's belt would fit her slightly different shaped body, Laywan's fingers fumbled with the matted mess of pubic hair covering the vagina. Unable to suppress the big grin from the pleasure of the inner dildo filling the tight warm cavity between her trembling legs, Pamela's gleaming smile made her pretty face look like the Cheshire Cat in the semi-illuminated room. After making a final adjustment on the straps, she whispered "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to pretend to be a man for you? Do you want me to show you how wonderful it is to be a woman with a man?" There wasn't any hesitation as Laywan's hand's slipped from playing with herself to grabbing the outer dildo tightly with her hand. As she tugged on it to guide it to where she wanted it inside her, she gasped "YESSS!!!!!!" Acting as if it were a very normal position for her, Laywan moved in a quick worm-like double-hump movement so that she was more in the center of the bed and her spread knees were bent up toward her face, exposing the damp womanhood that was aching for the phony manhood sticking out from Pamela's belt. Assuming the position of absolute openness as if it was something that she had done thousands of times, she impatiently waited for the penetration. Her eyes were gleaming as if she had discovered the world's biggest diamond. She was staring at the dildo with a look of anticipation that reminded Pamela of a starved dog looking at a bone. Kneeling on the bed while lining up the dildo to match up with where both women wanted to place the outer dildo, Pamela's voice quivered with anticipation from the pleasure already coursing through her female body from the hard rubber already buried deep within her body and the little nub rubbing against her main erogenous zone. "Anticipation is one of the better methods of foreplay. Before I pay you back for the good fucking that you gave me, I want you think and to anticipate what it would feel like to have Cal in bed with you. Think about great real sex with him would be. Tell me the truth. Do you want Cal to fuck you?" Laywan's answer was to reach for the dildo but Pamela anticipated her movement and moved back slightly so that she was barely out of reach. A pout filled her dark face as the attractive Afro-American woman grimaced, then she angrily groaned "Yes, yes, yes, I want him to fuck me." ****** The bright light of daylight coming in through the window's open shades cast a somber shadow across the bed that was now perfectly made. The bed could easily be seen from Laywan's position on the couch in the next room, but she tried to occupy her attention by pretending to read the newspaper. She was trying hard to forget the events of the previous night and all of the new emotions that she couldn't pretend were caused because of alcohol. Pamela strode through the living room, wearing a slinky gown that looked as if she was dressing for a fashion show instead of going to work in a dusty antique shop. She actively fumbled with a large dangling earring that she was trying to attach to one earlobe while stating "I had the phone's ringer turned off so that we could get some rest. Dad called again sometime yesterday evening leaving another message on the recorder, wanting to speak to me.rather to speak Randy or to Ben. He wants to know why even Ben isn't calling him now." Laywan's angry glance and rushed words indicated her inner turmoil "I'll call him when I get home tonight." "Sure wish that you would change your mind about swapping back to your birth body and that you would stay with me a little longer. I really enjoyed last night." "Damn it. I told you that this isn't for me. You can prance around in someone else's body and pretend to be them, but I can't do that. I have to be me. And I'm not a woman." Sliding a clip on the earring, Pamela turned to face the angry person fidgeting with the newspaper before responding "Life is a series of changes. One day you're a toddler, the next a young man in the prime of life, closely followed by an aging physical transformation into being someone's grandfather. During that time, you go through several social changes as you also adapt to the social position in life that your money buys you. Then when death finally claims you, life is over. Well, I know that death will one day claim me and before it does, I intend to enjoy life to the fullest. I'll control my changes and my lifestyle, using the mirror's power to let me be whomever I want to be for as long as I want to be. I can't avoid death but I can avoid living a humdrum life. Thanks to the mirror, I can enjoy life the way that I choose to live it. Maybe someday, you'll understand and will give my lifestyle another chance. Seeing as how you've made your mind up that you won't give a new lifestyle a chance, I won't try to push you into staying a woman one more second than it takes to abide by the mirror's rules. Let's go to work and try to end this day as good friends." ****** There weren't many customers going through the shop so they spent time cleaning the merchandise. Laywan was down on her knees adjusting a stuck bottom drawer in a chest when she realized that someone was standing beside her. Turning her head to stare at the thing closest to her current eye level, her attention was immediately attracted to a obvious bulge in the man's trousers. Staring at the zipper, she knew who the man was even before she heard Cal's voice "I was hoping that you didn't have any plans for last night and wanted to accept my invitation to dinner." Glancing up at his face, she moved to her own feet in one smooth motion, feeling embarrassed at the thoughts that rushed through her head as she had stared at his trousers. Standing tall while she stared into his smiling eyes, she found herself truthfully answering "Some things take time. Don't rush me." Pointing a finger at the chest that she was fixing, he gleefully changed the subject but somehow kept it on track with his long term plans "Deal. Now tell me about this chest. I'm interested in making my bedroom into a room that will make a woman feel comfortable. Do you think that this piece of furniture will match up with the nightstand that I bought yesterday?" ****** Ben stared at the familiar image of his strong pointy chin, long sender face, hawk nose, slicked back pompadour hairstyle and deep set eyes under bushy eyebrows. It was really his image that he was seeing in the old mirror, verified by staring down at his normal flat masculine chest and seeing the shrunken cock between his legs. Turning to face a smiling Pamela who was asking a silent question simply by arching her eyebrows, he answered her unasked question "No. I don't have time to get in bed with you. I've got to get dressed, drive home, and then explain to old man Browning tomorrow why I missed work today and didn't call in. Then I've got deal with Dad." ****** The drive home in the small car seemed to take forever. Where Ben had always enjoyed the coziness of the small car before, now he felt cramped in it. About halfway home, he decided that maybe Marie had been right about the limitations of his car and that he should consider getting a larger car. He did a lot of thinking as he drove. After all there wasn't anything else to attract his attention as the small car headed straight down the Interstate. He thought a lot about how happy his brother was, with his new lifestyles. He thought a lot about all of the unusual memories that had been crammed into those short three days. He blushed but couldn't push from his mind, the wonderful sex with the person that he know as Marie, Pamela and Randy. Somehow in the distant air of his car, he began to think of those memories fondly now that he was back into his normal body. ****** "Hi Dad. I know it's late but I wanted to call you as soon as I got home. Everything's all right with Randy." There was just a second of silence, then his father's voice came on the line as the old man picked up the phone after hearing the speaker on the phone's answering machine. "Ben, where the hell have you been? I expected you to call me on Friday but when you didn't, I knew that you would call me on Saturday. By Sunday, I was worried sick about you. I called your Uncle Jacob and he talked me out of calling the police. I started to drive up there today but Jacob convinced me to wait until tomorrow when he could go with me. Son, I've been worried sick about you." "Sorry dad, but...seeing Randy and getting wrapped up in being around him, made me lose track of time." "So you finally saw my missing son. How is he doing? " "He's...looking great. In fact, he's never looked better." "Great. Did you meet that woman who keeps hiding him from me? Miss 'he will fax you in a few minutes' Marie whats-her- name?" "Yes, dad. Her name is Tanner. She's a very pretty, personable woman." "If you say so, then it must be true. But again, I've also seen Donna when I have my glasses on. Tell me that Marie is better looking than your 'no nooky yet' girlfriend and I'll be happy." "Dad, just drop the subject. I'm tired. I've had a long weekend, a long drive and I just want to get some sleep. Take my word for it that ...everything is ok with Randy and don't worry about him any more." The old man's voice became softer "Since your mother died, I don't have much to live for except for watching my sons and I spend all of my time in this old house staring at the walls. When I thought that something was wrong with Randy and later when I suspected that something bad had also happened to you, I became very worried. Suddenly my house became smaller and the walls seemed to push in on me as I tried to figure out what mysterious danger was claiming both of my handsome sons. I became frantic with worry and did something stupid. I did something that I haven't done in several years. I went out to a bar and sat on a stool drinking as I tried to forget about my problems. There was a lot of people my age in this particular bar. Even some women that I thought were attractive. Talked to them a little but didn't get anywhere. You know it's the woman that decides when sex will occur and who she has sex with. So after I struck out three times at bat with different women, I sat around and talked to some old men who were about my age. Naturally I wasn't trying to pick anyone up but I just wanted to talk with them and spend some time doing something besides sitting around watching television every night. And son, the funniest thing happened." The old man paused for a second then his voice changed from being sad and soft to his normal loud and happy sound "I had fun. I had so damn much fun that I forgot about why I went to the bar. So much fun that I had to be put into a taxi and sent home. That subsequent hangover was why I didn't try to find you on Sunday. Good thing that your mother wasn't here to see that taxi driver helping me up the staircase because she was the one that convinced me to give up going out to bars on Saturday night so many years ago. But I enjoyed getting out after all these years and I realized that there is more to life than just sitting home in an easy chair watching the television all the time. Sometimes a change is good for you. Ben, is it wrong for me to want to get out and to try to enjoy my last few years, doing something that I enjoy?" Ben's answering response had just a little tremble in his voice "No Dad. I'm glad to see that you're finding things that you enjoy." "Good. Because I'm interested in going out again this Saturday night and seeing if I can get laid. There ain't much lead in my old pencil, if you know what I mean, but I'm sure that it's still good for scribbling a note even though I would prefer to write a novel with it, if you know what I mean, Benjamin." Ben's voice was laughing as he responded "Dad, it's all right if you want to get laid. Believe me when I say that I understand." "Good. I was a little worried that you wouldn't understand because you were always the most straight-laced kid. I didn't date after your mother's death because I thought that you wouldn't understand." "Understand? Dadddddd!!! Please give me some credit. If you want to go out and get laid, well please do with my blessing. In fact....", Ben's voice paused as he gave himself a second to reconsider the wild thought that just popped into his mind. Then he continued "..if you want to get laid...if you really want to get laid, I know someone that you need to meet. How about you getting Uncle Jacob to watch the house and water the plants next weekend while you and I drive up to see Randy. There's this woman named Mrs. Rupert Mason who...I want you to meet. She looks like she's about ten years younger than you but I think that after you become better acquainted with her, that your life will drastically change. And after we introduce you to her, I think that you'll be surprised at how much easier it is for you to get laid." "A married woman. My son wants me to go out with a married woman. Ok, I'm willing to risk my ass if you recommend her but shouldn't I start with a single woman?" "Dad, you wouldn't understand if I told you. Just plan on going with me next weekend and we'll spend a week or two with Randy. I've got some leave that I can take and we'll go out on the town...just the three of us." "Son, I'm glad that you called. Where I was worried about my two sons, now you've got me looking forward to meeting this married woman. But you won't have to worry about me. I'll bring my own condoms, just in case we get lucky." A smile formed on Ben's face as he envisioned the fun that he was going to have after he and Pamela transformed their dad into the plump but attractive for her age - Mrs. Rupert Mason. "And Dad, let me ask you a question. Did you ever wish that you had two daughters? Would it bother you if one of them was an attractive black woman and the other was a stunning stacked sensuous redhead or sometimes a snazzy sexy slender blonde?" After a moment's stunned silence, the father answered "Daughters? Black woman? Benjamin Klein, what the hell are you talking about?" Laughing, Ben's more relaxed response was almost as puzzling as his unorthodox question "Dad, you're right when you say that sometimes a change is good for you. Well, let me answer by saying that next week, you and I both are going to get the opportunity to enjoy life a little more. I'm only going to say that I plan on spending a little time that we're in Cleveland, helping a friend decide how to re-decorate his bedroom. Good night Dad." THE END. ---- Copyright 1998 by the author of this message. If this message is a story and you would like to archive it elsewhere, please ask the author first, unless noted otherwise in their story.