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.  
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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.  
 

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