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Mirror By Waldo Chapter 1 - The antique shop Chapter 2 - Just sharing a cigar between friends Chapter 3 - Pamela's panties Chapter 4 - So convince me Chapter 5 - Does the nightstand match.. Chapter 6 - The G Spot Mirror By Waldo As usual, the standard "adult's only" restriction applies to this transgender story. All rights retained by author. Story may be posted on web sites which have free distribution of stories. Please send me an e-mail letting me know where the story is posted. Chapter 1 - The antique shop "Benjamin, I tell you, there's something wrong with your brother and I'm worried about Randall. For the last month, every time that I place a telephone call to his store to talk to him, I get some damn woman answering the phone instead of your brother. According to her, 'Randall isn't there'. She gives me a cock and bull story about why he can't come to the phone to talk to his own father. Then about two or three days after my failed attempt to talk to him, I get a nice letter from Randall, telling me that he's doing great and that everything's all right with him. I'm beginning to think that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore." "Dad, Randy's got a good business and he's probably very busy working in his store. Buying and selling antiques can be very demanding on his time." "Don't try to confuse the facts on your own father. Randall can somehow find the time to sit down and write me a two page letter instead of giving me the simple luxury of a phone call where I can immediately respond to his verbal statements? He's written me three letters this month telling me how great he's feeling and that I shouldn't worry about him. That's two more letters than he ever wrote to me before IN HIS TOTAL LIFE. Why can't he find the time to give me a quick phone call and just let me hear his voice? If your mother was still alive...god bless her poor soul, she would be worried sick about him because of the way that he's repeatedly being difficult to find. It's probably true that if your dear mother was still alive, that she'd be a little happy just because her oldest son finally learned how to write a letter home. You know it's not like Randall to write letters instead of calling me and that's one of the big things that makes me suspect that there's something seriously wrong with him. I even compared his handwriting to one of his old letters to make sure it was really him writing the letters." "Dad, I'll admit that it's a little strange for Randy to suddenly start communicating through the mail instead of using the phone. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're just getting paranoid again." "Paranoid? Since when is worrying about your oldest child considered paranoid? Benjamin, I want you to drive up to Cleveland this weekend and make sure that everything's really all right with him. I won't feel right until you tell me that you've seen him in person and made sure that he's ok." "Daddddd, it is a two hundred miles one-way drive to Cleveland. And I'm supposed to take my girlfriend, Donna out for dinner Saturday evening. I'm not going to spend my weekend off by driving almost four hundred miles round trip just to look at Randy's ugly face. There's a strong chance that this could be the weekend that I finally get lucky with Donna." "Son, if you haven't got any of your new girlfriend's nooky after dating her for over two long months, then you ain't going to get any where near her pussy unless you win the lottery and become an instant millionaire. A woman who keeps you that far away from the interior of her panties, won't give you any good loving unless you slip a wedding ring on her finger and allow her to slip a ring through your nose so she can lead you around some more. Listen to some good advice from your old man who used to understand women before he married your poor departed mother thirty years ago and discovered that the rules drastically change immediately after the marriage vows. A woman uses her body to get what she wants from a man. You haven't got into her panties because there's nothing that your prissy-ass new girlfriend really wants from you. Your new love knows that she can get you to spend your hard earned money on her and she doesn't have to let you fuck her in return. I think that you ought to go see your brother instead of wasting more of your time with this particular woman. You went years without screwing some woman so I know that you can go one more weekend of not getting into Donna's bed without too much pain." "Dad, she's not like that. We have an progressing relationship because Donna is a lady and I respect her wishes. I'm not going drive all the way up there. I'm twenty-four years old. Randy's twenty-eight. But it's my girl's number that's more important to me right now. Donna's thirty-five - thirty-five C Cup, that is. I'm old enough to know what I ought to do with my free weekend off and Randy's old enough to know how to take care of himself. And I'm going to spend my time admiring Donna's 35C-23-34 body instead of checking up on my older brother just because my father is getting overly apprehensive in his old age." "Yeah I know that you don't owe me nothing...I'm just your poor father who may not be around too many more years...you don't owe me anything just because I devoted the best years of my life to putting food on the table, clothes on your body and a roof over your head. Spare me the part of your usual speech about how you moved out of my house five years ago and you're a big man who can take care of himself now. I'm not asking you to do much...just humor me by calling him and talking to him." "Dadddddddd! I don't want to poke my nose into his business just because you think he's avoiding you for some stupid reason. I refuse to call him just because you're getting unduly suspicious in your old age. That's my last word. I don't want to hear any more about this topic." ****** "Rosewood Antiques. How may I help you?" The female voice on the phone sounded professional. Just from the sound of her voice, Ben immediately built a mental image of a flat-chested thirty/thirty-five year old woman with her dark hair up in a bun and wearing glasses. She was probably wearing an ankle length skirt and didn't believe in wearing makeup or dating men. "Hi. I'm Ben Kline, Randy's brother. Is Randy there?" There was a long pause of five to six seconds dead silence from the woman before she replied. In that time, her voice changed from the cool professional sound to a higher pitched slightly startled tone as if she was trying to quickly think of a response "Uh...Mister Kline is unavailable right now. Could I take a message?" "Nah. Just calling my older brother to see how he's doing. Haven't talked to him in a couple of months and just wanted to chit chat a little. Can you ask him to give me a call later today when he's got time to B.S. a little with me?" "He's..He's not here now. He's on a purchasing trip and I don't expect to talk to him today." "Oh! O.k. Just let him know that I called. I'm sorry but I didn't get your name when you answered." "Marie. Marie Tanner. I'm the Assistant Manager." Her voice returned to a more in-control positive sounding tone as if she were talking to a friend now. "So my brother can afford an Assistant Manager now. Sounds like my older brother's business is doing good. How long have you been working there?" "He hired me a month ago." "Great. I'm glad that he's got someone to keep him straight. Well Marie, it's been nice talking to you." Her voice changed tone again, losing the professional tone and becoming a more relaxed friendly sounding voice "It's been great talking to you too. Randy's told me so much about you that I feel as if I know you already. You don't have to worry about your brother because I'm taking good care of him." There was just enough emphasis on her words 'taking good care of him' to add hidden meaning to the words. Although as Assistant Manager of the business, it was her job to take care of the business, her words and warm tone sounded as if she was also taking care of Randy's more intimate needs...perhaps even Randy' sexual needs. Ben's mental image of Marie quickly changed as he built a new mental image of a sexy blonde with big boobs on the other end of the phone line. Randy had always been partial to blondes and Ben was partial to women with big boobs. "Great. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting you someday." Again her voice changed, reinforcing the image of the sexy blonde with big boobs but now the mental image of the woman on the phone, was completely naked in Ben's mind. Her new tone was a softer, sultry sounding tone as she cooed "We have to get together soon. I'm so looking forward to...meeting you. Have a good day." As Ben hung up the phone, he felt very confused. Just as you can feel someone smile or frown on the other end of a phone, he had felt a strong sexual tug from the woman that had just hung up the phone. An indirect come-on, just as if she was trying to seduce him over the phone. Why was she coming on to him, if she was involved personally with his brother? ****** "Hi dad. Well, uh..I called him like you requested." "Did you talk to him?" "No, he's out of town on a trip." "See. He's spending a lot of time on the road now. Did you talk to 'her' and that's where she said he was? Is it her word that you're believing when she says that everything is all right with my son?" "Dad, he's all right. Right after I called, he sent me a fax, telling me that he's doing good and except for a sore throat today, he was feeling great." "A fax? Your brother can't call you, but he can send you a fax? And you think everything is normal with him? Benjamin, I didn't raise you to be an idiot. I tell you that there's something seriously wrong with your brother. You need to go up there this weekend to investigate this matter. I insist." "Dad, I'm not going. Get off of that tangent. He's all right. I'll call back tomorrow when the store is open and if he's not there, I'll request firmly about getting a phone number where I can talk to him." "Call his apartment tonight. I insist." ****** "Hello." The very feminine voice was friendly, relaxed, and definitely wasn't Randy's voice. "Uh..hi. Is this Marie? This is Ben again. I'm still trying to get in touch with Randy." Her voice became distant sounding and cautious as if she were trying to hide something from him. "Ben?...Oh...Hi. Randy's uh uh ..forwarded his apartment's phone to my phone so that I can answer his phone for him while he's out of town. He's still traveling." "Look, it's important that I talk with Randy soon to discuss some family matters. He sent me a fax right after I talked to you today but I need to personally speak with him. Do you have a number where I can get in touch with him?" "Sorry...but he calls in from wherever he's at sometime during the day, to check on the business and he just happened to call me right after you called the store earlier. His voice was very hoarse and he said that he had a bad sore throat." "Please have him call me. Bye." ****** Ben Kline unbuckled his seat belt as he put his car's transmission into the park gear before turning off the car's motor. He glanced at his craggy face in the visor's small mirror as he ran a large hand through his thinning hair. Another eight to ten years of ever-increasing hair loss and his head would look like a billiard ball with fringe around the side, just like his old man's head. Running his hand across his sandpaper feeling chin, he hated the way that his thick and coarse facial hair was too fast growing and thick while the thinning hair on his head was making him look older than he really was. Rubbing his fingertips across his face again, he knew that he had closely shaved that morning but his heavy beard growth made him look and feel as if he had a two day-old beard. Grimacing at his image in the mirror, he stared at his strong pointy chin, long sender face, hawk nose, slicked back pompadour hairstyle and deep set eyes under bushy eyebrows. He mumbled out loud to himself "Benjamin David Kline, you're one old looking mutherfucker already and you're only twenty- four years young. No wonder you can't get anywhere near Donna's supposed-to-be-virgin young pussy. If I was a young beautiful woman like Donna who could have any man in the world that she wanted, I wouldn't fuck a stubbled-faced, skinny old fart like myself either. Well, let's go see what Randy's new bitch looks like and get this out of the way so that I can go back home and tell Dad that everything is all right. Then maybe Dad will leave me the fuck alone and let me live my live without any more interference from him." Pushing the visor back up out of the way so that he couldn't see his reflected face, he climbed out of the small sports car. He stretched his six foot two inch, one hundred and seventy pound slender body as he tried to shake off some of the lethargic numbness in his butt after the two hundred mile drive from his home up to Cleveland. There were a lot of other places that he would prefer to be on a beautiful Friday night instead of Cleveland. But when his brother didn't call him within two days of his after-hours phone call to Marie, he knew that his father's suspicions might be right. And his father was still bugging the shit out of him, so that was why he was here to investigate the facts in person. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he had arrived just in time to beat the store's closing. The store was scheduled to close at six p.m. so he had rushed to get there before she could lock up the store and disappear for the evening. The ringing door-opening bell over the store's front door sounded too loud as he entered the front door of his brother's business. Antique businesses always have a changing mixture of displayed antiques and junk to attract your attention as you enter those places. But instead of looking at any of the crowded mixture of antiques, his attention was immediately focused on the young attractive woman that was busy behind the counter. That one glance at her was enough to invoke the image of the sexy, sophisticated, seductive, sultry slender blonde that Sharon Stone played in the Basic Instinct movie and to give Ben's preconceived mental image of Marie a beautiful face to go along with the perfect body. Randy's pretty assistant manager was the movie's star's almost exact twin with her lithe sexy body and sensual classical face. She looked up from the notebook that she was writing in and she smiled a 'welcome to the store' type of smile which quickly faded into a 'oh..shit' type of smile as if she somehow recognized him. Her large expressive blue eyes went from being friendly to being stunned to being scared to being cautious as he walked toward the counter. "Hi. You must be Marie. I'm Ben.", he declared as he continued staring straight into her beautiful but obviously cautious beautiful big blue eyes. For a second her mouth hung open as if she was flabbergasted at his unexpected appearance, then her face assumed a somewhat 'wish I was elsewhere but I will make the best of it' type of smile as she held out her hand "Yeah, I know. Uh...that is, I recognized you from your picture." He wrapped his large hand around her small hand and shook her hand as he pretended that he didn't notice her awkward coolness to his unexpected arrival "When my big brother didn't call me back, I decided to come on up anyway. Reason that I was trying to get in touch with him, was to tell him that I was coming up to see him this weekend. I've got a spare key to his apartment and thought that I would stop by here first to see if I could catch him here. Is Randy around?" She pulled her small hand back from his country-boy handshake grip, using the same hand to push a lock of golden hair back from across her face as she quickly uttered in a somber sounding voice "I don't expect him to be here..that is, to be in town this weekend. Looks like you drove up here for nothing." As he gazed at her, several thoughts rushed through his mind. "I WANT TO FUCK HER! Why is she hiding my brother's whereabouts? I WANT TO FUCK HER! She's one attractive bitch. I WANT TO FUCK HER! I can see why my brother hired her. With her looks, she could be incompetent and who would notice her lousy work. I WANT TO FUCK HER! Is she fucking my brother? I WANT TO FUCK HER!" Pulling himself out of his circle of repeating thoughts, Ben decided to act as normal as possible until he could discover what type of relationship was really going on between her and his missing brother. Smiling at her as if they were old friends, Ben's next few words are a cautious mixture of his personal attraction toward the woman, his desire to find his brother and a feeling that she was hiding something. "Well, I've missed my brother before so I know how to find my way around his place by myself and I've got a key to it. Look, it was a long drive up here and I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. Do you have any plans for dinner?" A twinkle appeared in her eyes and the expressed caution began to disappear from her eyes as some of her womanly confidence reappeared in her smile and the way that she held herself. There was just the barest noticeable movement as she pulled her shoulders back slightly, resulting in a minor, more rounded chest expansion of her boobs. He let his eyes drop down from her face as a result of her slight movement and he allowed himself the momentary glance at what he knew had to be the curved shape of two of the most perfect boobs in the world hidden underneath her blouse. Normally he liked women with big heavy tits but he could tell from her slender body that she had the luscious type of swimmer's body with firm perky tits that he couldn't pass up if given the chance to sample the merchandise. For a long second he just stared at her perfectly rounded breasts underneath the tight chiffon blouse. Then he jerked his eyes back up to her twinkling eyes which were smiling like a cat that just cornered a mouse - or were her now-gleaming eyes more like the eyes of a fisherman who just set the hook into a record-size fish that hadn't discovered that it was caught yet. Anyhow her smiling eyes and fluid body movements were expressing non-verbal statements that were easily understood by any man over twelve years old. She answered his invitation to dinner in a laughing tone but her response was a double meaning question "Is there anything special that you would like to eat?" He knew what he wanted to eat - her golden pussy. But he lied and responded with an answer that wouldn't get his face slapped "Uhh..no, I just want to relax and enjoy a good meal with pleasant company after my long drive here. Where would you like to go?" She pointed to a small doorway at the end of the room "The office is back there and Randy keeps a shaving kit in his lower right hand drawer for emergencies. Why don't you grab his razor and knock off some of that heavy stubble growth while I close up the shop." ****** A slightly cleaner looking Ben Klein waited on Marie to lock the door to the store. He had used his brother's shaving kit to shave so that he looked slightly more presentable and some of the cologne to make himself smell a lot better. He used the opportunity while she was busy locking the door; to closely examine the bewitching woman who had worked her way into his brother's confidence. She was about five foot four inches tall and looked like she barely weighed a few pounds over one hundred pounds. But it was a perfectly proportional body with wide rounded hips, a narrow waist and relatively large breasts on her small tight body. Her two inch beige high heels supported two of the nicest flesh-colored nylon-encased legs that he had seen in a long time. The shapely legs disappeared into a mid-thigh beige tight skirt that showed just enough leg to be tantalizing and covered just enough thigh to be acceptable for wearing to work. The delicate belt around her waist showed off her small waist while holding up the skirt and tucking away the bottom of a white chiffon blouse. The form-fitting blouse tastefully followed the contours of her chest and made her shoulders look narrow while highlighting the delicate thinness of her neck that demanded nibbling. The sheerness of the blouse softened the basic outlines of the soft bra under the blouse while at the same time showing that there wasn't a bit of foam padding within the bra. Her hands had long delicate fingers that looked as if she could play the piano but tipped with painted, long fingernails that wouldn't be too suitable for using a computer's keyboard; but the long fingernails were perfectly suitable for scratching a naked man's back. Her face wasn't the classical, chiseled beauty that artists desire to capture on canvas. Her eyes were her dominating facial feature, closely followed by her luscious lips. Her almost constantly gleaming eyes were too large, too expressive and too sultry looking to be considered classical eyes. It was easy to look into her deep blue eyes and be mentally transported to a private tropical island where you could imagined what it would be like to make love to her at the edge of the surf. Her nose was too delicate but the slenderness made her high cheekbones look rosier. Her lips were large, and lush; always inviting you to kiss and enjoy the peach flavor of her natural-colored lipstick. Her straight, mid-shoulder length golden hair looked as if she had been born a natural blonde. Overall those features made Marie Tanner one of the most beautiful women that Ben had ever been able to get close enough to talk to. So what if she worked for his brother? So what if she was probably sharing his brother's bed? So what if she was going out with Ben simply because she felt bad for him because his older brother wasn't there to entertain him? Ben didn't care why she was going out with him as long as she went out with him. His little head was doing a lot of thinking for him. Whatever had caused her to be slightly shocked when he initially walked through the door had completely disappeared and she was acting every bit as confident and friendly toward him as if they were two old friends going out for a night on the town. There was a teasing tone to her friendly sounding voice, a teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, a gleam in her warm smile and a warm blush in her rosy cheeks that showed that she was enjoying his companionship as much as he was enjoying her beauty. As soon as she finished double-checking the store's door to make sure it was locked and secured for the night, she pointed toward a large van sitting in the back of the parking lot that had the name "Rosewood Antiques" painted on the side. Not glancing back to see if he was following her as she walked toward it, she headed straight toward the van knowing that he would follow her anywhere that she wanted to go. She jokingly declared "One of the benefits of working for your brother is this beautiful, dual purpose, roomy company car. In addition to being my primary transportation, we use it to haul antiques around to make sure that we get a tax break, so don't pay any attention to the mess of blankets in the back of the van that we use to protect our treasures. Since I know the local roads and where we're going to eat, I thought it would be easier if I drove us to the restaurant. You don't mind subjecting yourself to being in my absolute control, do you? I know a lot of men don't have any confidence in their manhood and always have to be in control when they're with a woman, but you don't strike me as being that type of person." "Sounds great to me. And there's more room in the van than in my little sports car. I've got my suitcase rammed tightly into the car's passenger seat because it wouldn't fit into the small area that they call a trunk." She glanced at the small two-seater sports car and commented "Don't understand why single men buy cars that small. It's so small, that all you can do is live dangerously in traffic but there's no way that you could ever get some good ass in something that small." Slightly stunned by her words that could be expected in a man- to-man discussion but not from a woman's virginal looking lips, he mumbled "That's why I've got my own apartment." She paused; standing beside the van while she patiently waited for him to open the driver side door of the van. After he opened the van's door like a perfect gentleman, she hiked her skirt up her thigh slightly exposing a quick flash of leg just before she stepped up into the higher level van. Sitting down in the driver's seat, she rewarded his mandatory chivalry for opening the door with a wide smile. His eyes were distracted elsewhere as he thought that she also allowed him another fleeting glance at a little more of her quickly exposed leg through the skirt's narrow slit. Continuing their discussion, she voiced a mild rebuttal about his choice of cars as she declared in a teasing tone "Benji, you need to get you a larger car where you can take advantage of unexpected opportunities. You might learn how to enjoy life more." "Uh..Benji is a family name that Randy used to call me when we were kids and he was just trying to piss me off. How did you know about that old nickname?" "Same way that I know that you're uncircumcised and that you paid some thirty-five year old prostitute to deflower you two days after your sixteenth birthday because you couldn't find any free pussy the night that you decided to lose your virginity. Your brother told me everything about his family back home. Would you like for me to discuss some more of your family secrets...to show you how much your brother trusts me, Benji?" Ben fought the urge to ball his hand up into a fist, knowing that it was his big-mouthed brother that he suddenly wanted to punch out, not the beautiful woman that was staring at him with a funny smile on her face, waiting for some type of response from him. Holding back the anger, he tried to appear calm as he tried to change the subject by jokingly responding "It's an old family curse that men have to deal with when they come of age." She laughed as she changed the subject slightly but she continued to talk about family things - childhood secrets that only his brother would know about "Randy told me that you used to spend all of your money from your allowance and newspaper router on collecting bubble gum cards. Because he was three years older than you, he thought he was smarter and he would try to get you to spend the money on impressing girls instead of buying your damn old cards. Now that he's in the antique business, I know that he's very proud of the way that you invested in your future back when you were just a snotty- nose kid." Chapter 2 - Just sharing a cigar between friends She drove him to a combination cigar bar and steak house. From the friendly way that some of the bar regulars greeted her as they walked into the restaurant, Ben knew that she was very familiar with the menu. And she proved it by not even looking at the menu as she ordered a salad for herself and a steak cooked medium rare for him - just the way that he liked his steaks. She also surprised him by ordering a Bourbon and Coke for him and a glass of wine for herself. The steak and drink were his favorite items that he would've ordered for himself. He wondered how she knew what he liked for dinner; then he chalked it up to Randy talking to her about that also. The rest of the dinner was uneventful except for one minor thing. Ben fell totally head over heels in love with the vivacious and beautiful woman sitting across from him. Never had he met a woman with whom he bonded with as quickly as he bonded with the beautiful Marie Tanner. Never had he met a woman whom he felt as comfortable with; even though she occasionally mentioned something about his childhood past that only Randy could've told her and caused a minor chill to run up his back. She knew too much about him already. The woman clearly shared his brother's confidence and that worried him. Randy would only tell a woman this much about his childhood life only if he was romantically involved with her and spending a lot of time with her. That logical thought hurt Ben because he wanted his older brother to be lucky in the romance department but Ben felt that he was also falling in love with the same young woman. And he didn't want to compete with his brother for the love of this beautiful young woman. After dinner, the waitress brought around a large tray containing several different boxes of cigars and Maria selected cigars for both of them. Sitting across from her as they shared the heady feeling from the cigars and cordials, he knew that he had never met another woman as fantastic as she was. He felt very relaxed and comfortable around her even though her language was frequently more suited for a man's locker room than a first date. She broke him up laughing when she told him a joke "A woodpecker lived in a petrified forest all of its life. Anytime that he started a new hole in some of the petrified wood, he would work on it for at least a week before he would finally break through the petrified wood. One day the bird flew out of the petrified forest and stopped at a big oak tree when a thunder storm broke out. Deciding to take advantage of the pause in his flight, he struck the tree with his bill. At the exact same moment that he hit the tree, lighting from the storm struck the top of the tree, splitting it down the middle. The woodpecker looked at the split tree and mummered to himself 'a fellow doesn't know hard his pecker can get until he gets away from home'. Get it?" Ben burst out laughing but quickly discovered that Maria was staring at him with a cool, appraising look in her eyes as she expertly puffed on the cigar that looked obscenely large in her red lips. He laughed "That's a good one. I'll have to remember it." She pursed her lips and with her fingertips, swirled the fat cigar between her peach-colored lips as if she was pretending that it was something else. She removed the cigar from her mouth and tilted her head toward his face as she blew a perfect cigar smoke ring toward the cigar that he was holding in his mouth. Dumbfounded, he could only watch as the smoke ring perfectly floated around his cigar before breaking up as it hit his face. The sexual theme of her smoke ring around his cigar was very obvious to him. Her next soft words were very direct and caused a warm burning sensation in his groin when she softly asked him in a very sultry sounding voice "Is it true that a pecker gets hard when you're away from home? How far away from home do you have to be, for it to get real hard? I would think at least two hundred miles should be more than sufficient hard, wouldn't you Benji?" What happens when an unmoving object runs into an unstoppable object? That's the quandary Ben was facing as his cock expanded within his trousers as far as the tight jeans would allow. He wanted her. He wanted to push everything off of the table, throw her on the table and ravish her. He didn't care that they were in a restaurant and that they had just met a little over an hour earlier. He didn't care that she had some type of unknown relationship with his brother. But he did worry that somehow she belonged to his brother and he hadn't been able to find out exactly what that relationship was yet. Putting his cigar in the ashtray, he leaned his elbows on the table as he stared into her laughing eyes, ignoring the mild slightly obscene tongue action that she was doing to the tip of her cigar at the moment. "Look Marie, like all brothers, Randy and I competed with each other in sports and for our parents attention. But one thing that we've never done, is to compete with each other for a woman. Before this goes much further and I do something that will hurt Randy, I need to know what your relationship is with my brother." She swallowed a small sip of her wine before answering "I lied to you when I said it was call forwarding that redirected your phone call to my phone. I live in Randy's apartment..and I sleep in his bed." "Thank you for your truthful answer which was something that I suspected. To answer your original question, my pecker..my uncircumcised pecker has been hard ever since I first saw you when I stepped into the store. I think that my brother is the luckiest man in the world to have a woman like you. Except that I don't like the way that you've constantly flirted with me when you're my brother's woman. I've enjoyed my dinner with you but I think that it's best that you take me back to my car now before I do or say something that I'll regret for the rest of my life. I'll find some other place to spend the night and will drive back home tomorrow." Her eyes went wide as if she was astonished but the slight twinkle and overall expression was as if she was secretly laughing at some private joke that she wasn't sharing. She shrugged her shoulders and used her cigar as a pointer as she answered aka a very mischievous Groucho Marx style "If you thought that I was flirting with you, I apologize. I'm just very close to your brother and wanted to establish that same close friendly relationship with you. As for the exact details of my personal relationship with your brother, its true that we share the same apartment and bed but I can honestly say that I've never had sex with your brother. Really! You might say that we're 'best friends' and that we..don't have a sex or dating type relationship. Yeah, that's how you can describe it. So in case you're interested in developing a relationship with me, I'm not your brother's girlfriend." "I apologize that I misjudged you.", he admitted as he tried to figure out how his brother could share a bed with her but not have sex with her. She conspiratorially winked at him as she held her hand up, signaling the waiter to bring the check to the table. With a completely blank face, she asked in a sultry voice that almost caused Ben's erection to explode like a bomb within his tight underwear "So are you going to tell me just how hard a pecker can get when you're away from home?" The woman had balls. He laughingly admitted the truth as he stared into her gleaming blue eyes "Hard. Very hard." They paid the check, discarded their cigars and walked to the van which she had parked back toward the back of the restaurant's parking lot. He was fighting the urge to stop her, spin her around and kiss her although he knew that that was what she wanted him to do. The still-absolutely-undefined relationship that she had with his brother was holding him back from going after her. Just before they got to the van, she grumbled "Shit. I left the keys in the ignition and locked the doors. I just hope that I left the rear door unlocked." She pulled on the van's rear door and it opened, showing that it was unlocked. Throwing her purse into the back of the van, she pulled her skirt up and knee walked into the back of the van. The sight of her skirt pulled up over her knees as she crawled into the van caused a momentary rise in Ben's blood pressure as he stared at her perfect ass wiggling across the blanket's on the van's floor. The large van was a large two seater delivery van and the back of the van was empty except for the piles of blankets that they used to wrap the antiques in, to protect the antiques as they traveled. She felt his heavier weight as he followed her into the van and she waited until she heard the van door shut behind him. Then she spun around on her knees so that she was facing him within the relative privacy of the van. With both of them on their knees facing each other, their lips were almost the same height and she used that opportunity to kiss him. ****** Ben Kline had a new experience that he would never forget. He'd never made love in the back of a van parked in a bar's parking lot before. He'd resisted her very generous proposition for thirty to forty seconds but she wouldn't take no for an answer and his body quickly refused to respond to common sense that his brain was rejecting. If their genders had been reversed, what she did to him in that van, could've been considered a rape because of the aggressive way that she forced herself onto him. Lying naked together on the hastily spread out blankets on the van's floor after the best sex in his life, he wondered how he was going to explain about doing this, to Randy when he finally found him. He had to tell his brother that he made love to Marie and to take whatever consequences that his brother would use to punish him for stepping over the brotherly-trust line. He had never violated his brother's trust before and it bothered him that he still wasn't sure about Randy's relationship with this beautiful woman. But not so much that he wouldn't have done it again. He didn't regret a moment of what he did with her in the privacy of the van parked at the back of the restaurant's crowded parking lot. Her small body was perfect. He would never forget how beautiful she looked as her naked body bounced up and down on his hard cock - no, she had called his pride and joy a 'very hard pecker' as she kept laughing about the woodpecker joke. And he had discovered that she wasn't a natural blonde but he didn't care about that small misconception. After he exploded a massive amount of jism into her beautiful mound, both of them collapsed into each other's sweating arms on the hasty spread-out pile of blankets in the back of the van. And they laid there on the old blankets enjoying the afterglow of a good dinner, wonderful companionship, strong cigars, and mind-blowing sex. He felt more at ease in the back of the van curled up next to her than he had ever felt in his total life with any woman. The cops could've jerked open the van's door and hauled him off to jail forever and he wouldn't have cared a bit. He had found nirvana that he would never forget, with the woman who lived in his brother's apartment. She rolled over from where she had been laying curled up in his body's sweaty sideway's curl as she gripped his still heavy cock with her soft warm hand. He stared into her beautiful blue eyes and watched a small drop of sweat drip down her nose. For a moment he thought about how tantalizing it looked, then he licked the drop of sweat from her nose as if it was something very normal for him to do. After all, in their short ten minutes of exploring each other's naked body, his tongue had tasted the other wonderful secretions from her beautiful body. He was pulled from his reverie of their short time together by her soft voice asking him "Benji, have you ever sucked a cock or imagined what it would be like to make love to a man?" He jerked his head back and stared at her to see if she was kidding or if she was getting ready to suggest something slightly more dangerous than fucking in a van in a bar's parking lot. "No. Of course not.", he answered, not sure where she was taking the conversation. He knew that whenever a woman stroked his cock and started asking silly questions that she had alternative motives in mind. That she was probably stroking him simply to get him to an aroused state where he would say "yes" to anything that she wanted him to do. She buried her head against his chest and teased his chest with her warm breath as she whispered "Don't laugh at me because I'm telling the truth. Later tonight, I'll give you the proof that I'm telling the truth. Neither had I performed oral sex on a man until about a month ago. Honest to God. Prior to a month ago, I had never had sex with a man. I had always had nothing but women lovers up to that time in my sexual history. Never in my whole life did I ever have any desire, before a month ago, to be intimate with a man. I always wanted women and the thought of just flirting with a man disgusted me. Prior to that change in my life and lifestyle, I made love to maybe as many as thirty different women in my whole life. Then....I can only describe it now as something that happened that changed my life forever. A month ago, something magical happened to me and I...became the person that you see now. In that short time, my life has totally changed, I've had several male and female lovers since then. You're only my fifth man in that short time and you know from just a few minutes ago that I'll willingly suck a cock now. A month ago, the thought of me sucking on a cock or lying here next to you, stroking your big hard cock like this, would've totally disgusted me. But now I immensely enjoy sex with a man, although I still prefer pussy." Not knowing where she was going with the discussion but that she paused because she wanted some feedback from him, he kissed her on the lips, whispering "I won't have sex with a man. I'm a confirmed pussy-eater." His hand stroked up and down her smooth back, enjoying the softness of her back and the gentle curve of her ass as he rested his chin against the top of her head. They laid like that for several enjoyable seconds, feeling the warmth from each other's body and the gentle stroking that they were sharing. Ben's cock was rock hard again and he was beginning to drift off into a fantasy of her warm mouth wrapped around his cock again. So he was a little surprised by her next question "If something happened to you so that you unexpectedly transformed into a woman, do you think that you would suck a cock?" Pulled back from his fantasy, he answered in a husky voice "In that case, I would probably be a lesbian and restrict my bedroom activities to nothing more daring than eating some other woman's pussy. Under those conditions, I might have sex with a man and ..get fucked once or twice to see what it was like but I don't think that it would be a regular thing for me. With my current body and limited experience, I can't see me in bed with a man. Even if I was a woman with a very itchy cunt, I don't think that I would willingly get in bed with a man. Now it's my turn to ask a question. Where are you going with this unique questioning?" Her head drifted down his belly and the combination of her warm breath and her flickering tongue against his skin delayed her answering his questions. She gradually bowed her upper body toward his waist until her warm breath was blowing against the top of his engorged cockhead. She gently stoked his manhood as she allowed her warm breath to tease his sensitive skin while she softly answered "Remember Mister Helvey, the eighth grade science teacher that you and Randy used to hate when you were growing up. Old Man Helvey used to declare that the only thing constant in the world was 'Change'. That everything changed sooner or later and that everyone must learn to adapt to those changes. Well, I've changed a lot over the last month and I'm still adapting to those changes. Soon you'll have to see how much you can change." Before Ben could question how she knew his old junior high school teacher's favorite expression, her mouth opened and she wrapped her warm mouth around his cock as she guided the hard erection deep into her hungry mouth. Pushing the thought of the Change expression out of his mind, he remembered another high school locker room expression from his childhood "When a woman's going down on your cock, don't resist and enjoy every second of it." ****** She was wearing only his shirt which was almost as long as a short dress on her small body. Somehow during their initial mutual quick undressing of each other's body earlier, her delicate blouse had been ripped from her body. So instead of redressing in her damaged clothes, she was wearing only his shirt while he wore the trousers. She sat in the van's passenger seat with her bare feet propped up on the dash as he drove them back to the store. When they reached the store, she unlocked the store and led him into the store as if they were going into a motel room. Within the privacy of the closed store, she pulled his shirt off, pulling it over her head revealing her naked body again to him. Standing barely just inside the store's closed front door, he let her unzip his trousers and push them down around his ankles. As soon as they were both completely naked, she grabbed his cock and used her handhold on his most delicate body part as she giggling led him through the shop back into the 'Employee Only' area. As soon as they were in the back area, she flicked on an overhead light and pointed at a huge canvas covered object standing in a corner. Exuberantly, she declared "There is the proof that I promised you. The reason that I've changed in the last month." She let go of his cock as she grabbed the canvas covering the large piece of furniture and tugged the heavy cloth from the huge object, revealing an old full-length mirror mounted in a groddy-looking old wooden mirror floor stand. She pushed him into position so that he was standing directly in front of the mirror, then began her tale. He stood there confused as he listened to her because he thought that she was taking him back into this room to a bed so that they could have some more sex. Instead she used his pride and joy to lead him to the mirror as if his still engorged manhood were nothing more than a wagon handle to pull a wagon. She lovingly touched the antique mirror as she whispered in a soft, almost reverent voice "About four months ago..your brother went to an estate sale and saw this ugly-looking old mirror among the other pieces of junk that the recently deceased owners had collected over the years. The current owners wanted at least four hundred dollars for this old, ugly- looking mirror but your brother didn't want to pay over two hundred dollars because he didn't think that he would be able to easily unload such an ugly piece for a profit. So he bought some other stuff from them, then bargained with the owner until he got the owner down to a price that they were both happy with. Bringing it back to the shop, he put it in the back of the shop and covered it up, knowing that he needed to clean it up a little when he had the time." She pointed to a spot in the back of the room. "He kept it back there, out of sight of his daily customers, postponing the day that he would need to do something about it to get it ready to sell. So about five weeks ago, one of his best customers came in looking for something unique for a house that she was redecorating. He brought her back here and showed her the old mirror that he had kept covered all that time. She stood in front of it and pranced around as she imagined what it would look like in the new place that she was re-doing. Then she rejected the mirror as being the wrong period for her project and they moved on to look at something else. Later that day after the shop was closed, Randy walked by the mirror and was surprised to see his customer's female image still being reflected in the left-uncovered mirror." "That's impossible.", Ben mumbled as he looked at his own image in the mirror. "Normally yes, but this is a magically created mirror. Stunned by his discovery, your brother examined the reflection only to discover that he wasn't seeing his reflection in the mirror...just the woman's reflection who was making the same movements that Randy was making. You can imagine his surprise on seeing the woman's image doing exactly the same things that he was doing. Then he hit upon a unique concept. The reflected image was mimicking his every move but the reflected woman's image was completely dressed just as the real woman had been dressed. He jerked his clothes off and as he undressed, so did the unreal female image in the mirror. Within seconds, he was standing naked in front of the mirror and looking at the reflected woman's equally naked body in the mirror. As he felt his naked body, the reflected image of the woman also felt her equally naked body. He was cupping nonexistent female boobs on his own body while the reflected woman's mirrored image was squeezing very realistic looking boobs. He got a raging hard-on as he manipulated her reflected body into doing a masturbation routine. He shared an orgasm with the woman in the mirror and collapsed on the ground. When his energy returned, he began examining the mirror closely and that's when he found this." She fumbled with a wooden decoration at the base of the mirror and a hidden drawer below the mirror popped opened. She removed an old notebook from the drawer as she continued her tale "The mirror was created in 1649 as a special gift for the King of France by someone who practiced black magic. However before the mirror could be presented to the King, the King had the mirror's maker beheaded for some other unknown reason. With the owner dead and no one else aware of the mirror's special powers, the mirror was removed by a junior member of the King's court and taken to its new owner's small estate. It sat there for over five years before he accidentally discovered the secret of the mirror. He spent the rest of his life learning all of its secrets and documenting it within this notebook. When he died after a ripe old age of owning the mirror, his son became the proud owner of the mirror and continued keeping his father's tradition of documenting the mirror's mysteries. And the grandson after the son also followed in his ancestor's footsteps. The great grandson brought the mirror with him to America and also translated the documentation into English as he continued the tradition of passing the mirror down from son to son. Over the year's, the mirror and its secrets stayed in the same family..until your brother bought it from the surviving relatives. Apparently, there wasn't anyone to pass the secret on to within the newer generation and the distant relatives didn't know the secret of the mirror or want such an ugly piece of furniture in their house." Ben hadn't moved from where she had positioned him and he had stared into the mirror constantly as she talked, seeing nothing but his own reflection in the mirror. Her difficult-to- believe story was interesting but seeing nothing in the mirror but his own reflection wasn't very convincing to him. She pointed to another small decoration that looked like a small wheel "The mirror can display the last thirty-two images that its reflected or be a normal looking mirror as it is at this moment. Your image is now stored in the thirty-two images as the last of the thirty-two images. Watch what happens when I turn this dial and call up some of the previous images that are stored by the mirror." She clicked the dial once on the mirror as he stared at his mirrored image, wondering if Marie had mentally freaked out. For ten seconds there wasn't any change in the mirrored image, then his reflected skin began changing color and his physical features began restructuring into a different image. In less than another five seconds, he was staring at the reflected image of a long-legged, attractive, naked, black woman. Gone was the image of his own body that he had seen every day of his life, replace by the image of the naked black woman with a confused look on her face. So realistic was the illusion that his head snapped down as he stared down at his real body, then back looking at the reflected black woman's body in the mirror while he verified that his body hadn't really changed. Every movement that he made, the scared-looking naked black girl made the exact same movement, only reversed as is normal for mirrors. Startled but intrigued by the fantastic magical ability of the mirror, he began to experiment with the effect the same way that he used to fool around with carnival fun house mirrors. He grabbed his chest and the woman in the mirror grabbed her boobs. He tweaked his nipples and she tweaked her much larger nipples. He tilted his head and she tilted her head. He smiled and she smiled. He made a silly face and she made a silly face. He grabbed his dangling cock and she coiled her hand as if she had an invisible cock in her hand. "I don't understand. How is this possible?", he asked as he did a quick tap dance step in the mirror trying to catch the reflected image out of synch with his actions. "If I knew how it worked, I would make thousands of these mirrors and sell them for millions each. But even without knowing how it works, I'm extremely satisfied just to know how to use its secrets. Now watch the mirror as I turn the dial a couple more turns and slightly change the way that you look again." She turned the dial four clicks. Again after a few seconds, his reflected image changed and turned into the image of someone completely different from his real image. This time, the reflected image was the image of a middle-aged, overweight, short, naked white woman with huge sagging breasts that had freckles over most of her pudgy body. "My god, how does she put up with looking at herself like that in the mirror?", he asked as he pranced around in front of the mirror, watching the way that her large sagging breasts hung down toward her belly button. She looked worse than his Aunt May ever looked. "That is Mrs. Rupert Mason. A very powerful local woman who can influence local politics. Whatever she asks someone to do for her, it happens without fail. She came into the shop one day to buy something and I got her to stand in front of the mirror just long enough to capture her image. Naturally she was fully dressed at the time and wasn't naked as you see her now. She didn't realize what I was doing and didn't care because while her image was being recorded by the mirror, I was buttering her up over some horse shit project that she supported. As soon as she left the store, I made sure that her recorded image was saved by the mirror. A few days later, I used her image to convince a couple of other people to do some favors for the store." Ben glanced down at his real large hands which he was holding halfway up his waist. The short woman in the mirror was supporting her heavy breasts in her short pudgy hands and the woman's face was looking slightly maniacal, which Ben realized was probably the expression on his real face. "Wait a minute. How is my brother involved in this?", he asked, suddenly stopping and staring at Marie as the blood drained from his face. She ignored him while she clicked the mirror's dial a few times. Again the mirrored image changed but this time, it changed into the exact image of Randy Kline. Ben stared at the reflected image of his naked older brother in the mirror. It was his brother's naked body and face, but it was Ben's confused look on his face. A very mischievous smile formed on her sly-looking face while she confidently answered his question of a few seconds earlier; her calm voice almost being overshadowed by the sudden loud thump-thump-arump sound of Ben's heartbeat which was beginning to beat rapidly "I was wondering when you were going to get around to putting two and two together. Marie Tanner doesn't really exist. It's just a phony name and identity that sounded appropriate for this new woman's body that I obtained through the mirror's magic ability to transform bodies. I'm really Randy." Chapter 3 - Pamela's panties A person can handle just so much truth at one time. Ben had began suspecting within the last ten seconds that something was unholy weird in Marie's too-close involvement with his brother. Now too many portions of his brain were telling him that it was impossible to transform into another person and that her ridiculous claim could be nothing more than a fucking lie. There was no way that his brother could have been transformed from being a tall balding skinny guy into a small sexy beautiful young vivacious woman with a fantastic body that he had just sucked and fucked. So sure was Ben that the person that he had just made love to had been born a natural woman, that he was willing to swear in court on a stack of bibles a mile high, that she was one hundred and ten percent pure woman. There was no way that the beautiful woman could be his brother, Randy. "Look....I... don't know what's going on here, but suddenly it's not funny any more. WHERE IS RANDY AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?", Ben screamed at the top of his voice as he stepped away from the mirror, making sure that he didn't turn his back on Marie, who he instantly didn't trust any more. Smiling a Mona Lisa type smile with her lips tightly pursed, Marie stepped in front of the mirror, ignoring his question as she stared at Randy's reflected image in the mirror. WHICH INSTANTLY BECAME HER IMAGE. Randy's image was now mirroring the same sardonic smile on his face that was on her grinning face and the image also reflected her slightly slouching position. Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. Instead of the mirror reflecting the naked woman's own image, she was reflecting his brother's naked image. She pointed at her ungodly male image and whispered at the mirror as Randy's image pointed back at her "That's me. The real me before I discovered the fantastic secret of the mirror. Since that wonderful day when I discovered the mirror's secrets, I haven't lived too much of my life as my old male self much because it's so much more fun being someone else. I've mostly been Marie because her body has allowed me to experiment with my new personality and choice of bodies. I wanted to tell you about how I had changed into someone else when you called me to check up on per Dad's request, but I knew that you wouldn't believe me. I really didn't believe it myself so how I could make you believe it over the telephone. I expected you to come up sooner or later to check on me but I was going to turn myself back into Randy first and then show you how the mirror worked. But you surprised me by coming into the store without calling me first. So I decided to have some fun with you before I showed you the rest of the mirror's secrets." Spinning around so that she was facing Ben, Marie traced the outline of her breasts as she teasingly crossed one leg over the other leg and struck a seductive pose "And I did have fun with you. I enjoyed fucking you, knowing that you thought that I was your brother's main squeeze and that you didn't recognize me as your big brother. Not even when I kept dropping you little clues about our family life that only you and I would know about. I delighted in watching you squirm as I teased you and finally got you to put that horny tool between your legs to good use. Was I a good fuck, little brother? Have you ever had any pussy before that was as good as my new pussy? Would you have liked to had me as your big sister when we were growing up, Benji?" "STOP!", Ben screamed as he stepped backwards, almost tripping over a small chair. "Careful, that's a Louie the fourteenth chair. It's a real thing that I picked up very cheap because the former owner didn't recognize it as to what it was worth in the antique world. I would hate to see it busted up in a stupid accident after surviving all these years." Ben held up his tightly clinched hands and struggled to keep from knocking the stupid smile from the woman's grinning had- to-be-lying face. She acknowledged his anger as she whispered in a sultry Lauren Bacall talking to Bogart type of voice "I can tell that you still don't believe me. But I know it's because you don't want to admit that you had sex with a woman who used to be your brother. Well, even with this fantastic new female body, I'm still your brother. That's why I'm willing to share the secret of the mirror with you. What do I need to do, to convince you that I'm Randy? I know! You can ask me a couple of hundred questions until you know that there's no other way that I could know the answers. What's your first question?" "NO! I refuse to believe your lies anymore. Where's Randy?", he screamed as he held his head as if his head was getting ready to separate from his body. "You ask me to tell you where Randy is in the same breath that you tell me that you think that I'm lying. Maybe I need to show you instead of trying to tell you first. I thought that seeing the different images in the mirror would be more than enough to get you over your initial confusion but I can see that you need a lot more proof. So if it's proof that you want, then it's proof that I'll give you." She grabbed the mirror's dial and spun the dial. She stared at the mirror as her reflected image wavered and changed again. This time her reflected image changed into the image of a young tall redheaded woman with large breasts. Although Marie's small proportional naked body was extremely sexy, the new redheaded reflected woman's naked body could only be described as lusty. Large full breasts that were plump D cup size, an hourglass looking figure because of her tiny waist, wide hips, long full legs leading up a burnt copper mound of pubic hair, full lush lips that demanded to be kissed, half-closed emerald green eyes that could charm a cobra, long naturally curly long red hair that hung a couple of inches down her shoulders, a beautiful seductive young face - all features of a beautiful young woman's fantastic body that could keep a man's cock hard forever. Marie stepped away from the mirror and the redheaded woman's disturbing sexy likeness disappeared from the reflection. Marie backed away from the mirror as she challenged Ben "You partially believe me. I know that you believe the mirror is magical because you see the images of other bodies that you know aren't real. Yet you don't believe that the mirror is what changed me into the woman that you see now. Well, it's time to show you what it can do. One simple test is all I ask of you. Stand in front of the mirror and follow my directions. Let it change your body into her body. Then after you see your new woman's full busted body with your new emerald green eyes, you'll have to believe me. Go ahead, little brother. In less than one minute, you'll either prove that I'm the world's greatest liar or you'll have to believe me. Stand in front of the mirror." "No. It's not possible. I refuse to humor you." She held up one finger in front of her face as if she was chastening a small child "You refuse because you partially believe me and you think that you don't want to be turned into a woman. You know that the mirror's magical and you're afraid of seeing the truth. Try it, little brother. In just one minute, it's over and you'll have to believe me when you see your new female body." Ben fought the urge to jump in front of the mirror and yell "Go ahead. It's not fucking going to work." He knew that his brother knew how to manipulate him too well and he was finding himself being connived into participating in her test - the same way that his brother would've pushed him into taking a childhood dare. 'Nah nah na na nah, double dare you' roared through his memories of his brother pushing him into similar reckless stunts. He didn't believe one bit of what she was saying could be true. It was too preposterou