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THE MIRROR OF FATE
By M. L. Powers
As I reflect on this story I find it hard to believe that it could ever be possible.
However, I am living proof that it was in fact possible. My name is Tommy
Gardener. Well more to the point, it was my name.
It all began 7 years ago, one night when I was unable to sleep. I had these
nights on occasion and usually ended up watching TV or reading in attempt to
fall asleep.
This night however, I figured I'd install the new CD pinball game my wife
Donna recently bought. After I had installed the game I was browsing the
files on the CD when I noticed a file called newworld.exe. Curious as to
what this was I decided to run it. It installed a virtual chat program for a new
online service called "New World, A Virtual Community".
In New World, you create a cartoon image of yourself, and as that image you
could chat with other users, play games with them, or just observe. Having
never chatted online before I was interested in seeing what this was. So, I
connected and registered, and began to use my free trial 20 hours.
I quickly discovered that as myself no one wanted to initiate chat with me.
Several of my attempts to chat with others were ignored or I received just
"polite" responses. After trying for several sessions to get involved in the
virtual community I became discouraged and was going to give up altogether
when I got an idea I wanted to try out.
I exited the program and restarted it, selecting "create a new image". This
time instead of creating a cartoon "me" I created a brand new person. As part
of my experiment I made this new "me" a female. A pretty, young, female.
It started out as just a simple exercise to see if a female persona would
generate any more interest than a male one. With that decision Monica was
born and I had started down a path that would forever alter my destiny.
Needless to say Monica was a big hit. Guys were suddenly interested in
chatting with me. Though I didn't act any differently as Monica. I got swept
up in it. Suddenly I was popular just because I was pretending to be a
woman. During one of my sessions as the lovely Monica, I was chatting
with a man and it started to get sexual. I played along to see how far I could
go. It was my first cybersex session, and I liked it.
I soon became addicted. I started to develop a personal history for Monica.
Her likes, dislikes, job, family, hobbies, interests. She was quickly
becoming her own separate person. She was my very own Miss Hyde.
After about 2 months I realized that I couldn't go on being Monica. Not that I
was bad at it, in fact I was becoming very good at being a woman. I was
unfortunately running up some rather large credit card bills from the charges
for the New World service.
I was just about to retire Monica for good when I discovered internet chat
rooms. All the chatting I could ever want, and thanks to an unlimited access
Internet Service Provider, it wouldn't bankrupt me.
Over the next few years my female personality grew stronger and more
confident. I was told by many of my cyber lovers that I was the best sexual
experience they'd ever had. I was good and I knew it. I also enjoyed it
immensely. Bringing myself to climax, as I did the same for my cyber lover
du'jure.
More and more as the time went by I found myself wishing that I could
actually be able to meet certain of my cyber lovers in real life or at least talk to
them on the phone. By this point in time my Monica personality had become
bisexual and cybered with both men and women.
Having spent so much time pretending to be Monica, I started to realize she
was fast becoming the dominant personality. I was Tommy less and less and
Monica more and more. I found that when I was alone I'd think like Monica.
I thought like a woman, I reacted like a woman, I cried like a woman. I
seemed to only be Tommy when I had to be. Finally, I had to admit to
myself that I was no longer Tommy posing as Monica. I was really Monica,
pretending to be Tommy.
Occasionally I would dress up in woman's clothes because as Monica I really
needed to express my femininity. This started to become a frequent habit
with me as I began to take over full control of Tommy's body. I admit I
wasn't beautiful but I was comfortable.
I thought long and hard about confessing to Donna about my mental gender
transformation, and then telling her I was going to proceed to make the
physical change as well, but I knew that it would kill her. I couldn't hurt her
that way. She'd find a way to blame herself. She had a knack for doing that.
Besides Tommy was nearly 40 and was never what you'd call good looking.
Vain as it may sound, in my image of myself as Monica my beauty was as
much a part of me as was my wit and charm were. Becoming female with
Tommy's body didn't appeal to me because I didn't want to be a homely 40
year woman.
I wished, I prayed, I screamed to the devil that I'd sell him my soul to be
transformed into a young beautiful female. I searched the internet for spells,
references to transformation, anything that could make my desire to become a
physical woman a reality. I discovered many transgender story sites but
never a way to transform myself.
About 15 months ago our friends Paul and Karen had been blessed with the
birth of their son, Terrence. Donna and a friend of ours had gone to the post
birth baby shower and all they could talk about when they got home was
Karen's cousin Michelle and how provocatively she was dressed for a 15
year old girl how well developed she was for her age.
Two months later we were invited to Terrence's christening. It was at the
church that I first laid eyes on Michelle. She was a beauty. A teenaged boy's
wet dream. Sweet angelic face, and the well developed body of a 20 year
old. She wore a long summer dress with a slit up the side. It fit well enough
that her womanly figure was no secret, and had a neckline the revealed just
enough of her ample cleavage to not appear slutty. I immediately wished I
was her.
All through the ceremony I kept glancing at her. I couldn't get her off my
mind. What I could do in that body!
The reception followed at the old Lake Garret Country Club. Lake Garret
was an old historic place dating back to the late 1600's. The country club
itself was a former fort built on the lakefront. Many of the antiques in the
club were items that were originally from the fort.
One of these antiques was a large, very old, and strange looking mirror
mounted on the wall in the main dining hall. The frame was made of dark
wood and was ornately carved.
As the afternoon wore on, my eyes kept being drawn to both the lovely
Michelle and to the strange mirror. As the guests were starting to depart
Donna was busy gossiping with the girls. I was jealous because I really
wanted to join them but Tommy wouldn't do that.
Sitting there, pretending to be bored, I noticed that from where I was sitting I
could see Michelle's reflection in the strange old mirror as she sat chatting
with her aunt, at a table on the other side of the room.
I wanted so badly to be her. I found myself concentrating on her image
extremely hard. I was practically willing my mind into that image. I soon
found I couldn't see or hear anyone else in the room, just Michelle's image in
the mirror.
With a tremendous surge of pure will power I mentally pushed my mind
towards the mirror. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power rush through me, I
felt myself being drawn toward the mirror being pulled faster and faster until
I felt I was actually in the mirror. Strangely I felt as if I wasn't alone.
Then, just as suddenly I felt myself being pushed away from the mirror, but
not back the way I had come. I felt myself rushing towards Michelle's body.
Then the sensation passed as quickly as it had come. I looked at the woman
sitting next to me and realized it wasn't my wife but Michelle's aunt. She
looked at me with concern. "Michelle honey, are you OK?" I looked back at
her and said "Oh I'm fine Aunt Janet, I guess I just spaced for a second." I
looked down in wonder as I realized that I was now in Michelle's body.
I then remembered that I had just called the woman Aunt Janet. I knew who
she was. I thought for a few seconds and knew that I had all of Michelle's
memories as well as my own. I looked over to where I had been sitting.
There was Donna and our friends and me! I mean my former body. It was
sitting there like it belonged there.
I immediately knew that the other presence I had felt in the mirror must have
been Michelle as we passed each other. Since I now had all her memories I
assumed she now had all of mine. But she didn't seem to notice that
anything was out of place. She behaved as if she'd always been me. I still
remember having spent nearly 40 years in that body. Michelle didn't seem to
notice she wasn't a 15 year old girl anymore. Apparently only I retained a
conscious knowledge of my former self.
I noticed that Donna and our group were getting ready to leave. Intentionally,
I "accidentally" bumped into my former body to see if I'd get a reaction.
"Excuse me dear, I didn't see you there. Are you OK?" my old body said to
me. "Yes I'm fine, it was totally my fault I wasn't watching where I was
going. You're cousin Karen's friend Tommy aren't you?" I asked.
"Why yes." he said. "Do I know you Miss?" "No,' I said, 'I'm Karen's
cousin Michelle. I've heard Karen speak of you." "Oh,' he said, 'I've
heard of you too." He then walked out holding Donna's hand. I remember
thinking that I never held Donna's hand anymore.
I joined my new family and we headed for home. When we got there I
kissed my parents goodnight and told them I was heading off to bed. I went
up stairs to Michelle's, or I guess I should say my room. It was weird. I
knew every inch of this house and I had never been here before. I went
inside closing the door and locking it. I went to the free standing full length
mirror in the corner and just stared at myself. It was the first good look I had
been able to get at the new me since the swap.
"WOW!" I said to the air. I couldn't believe I was seeing this body from this
prospective. I kick off my shoes, noticing for the first time that they were 3
inch high heels. I thought to myself as I looked at the shoes, that I'd been
walking around in 3 inch heels all this time and I didn't even notice.
Turning back to the mirror I reached behind me and pulled at my zipper,
opening it. When it was all the way down I slipped my arms out of the dress
and pushed it down till it fell to the floor.
Below the dress was a matching light blue satin bra and panty set with lacy
trim. I immediately reach behind and undid the bra's hooks and slipped it
off. Quickly following with the panties. There I stood in all my glory.
Seeing my new body naked for the first time. I stood there awestruck. The
teenaged innocence of the face belied the womanly body which hid beneath
the clothes. Michelle's, now my, body was flawless. Only naked could I
truly appreciate the loveliness of this body.
Looking at my breasts I guessed I must be have been 36 inches and at least a
b cup. I knelt and retrieved my discarded bra. I checked the tag for size to
discover I was already a 36c at age 15. By the time my body is fully mature
I could be even bigger.
Dropping the bra again I cupped my hands around my breasts. I felt their
weight. In fact this was the first time I had consciously felt their weight on
my chest. My finger brushed across my left nipple. I was filled with the
most incredible sensation and almost immediately my nipples began to
harden. I began to fondle and caress my breasts while pinching my nipples.
I felt a warn tingling feeling feeling between my legs which began to radiate
outward through my whole body. As the feeling got stronger I felt a strange
sensation. Not that any sensation I got in this new body wasn't strange. I
reached down with my right hand to see if I could find out what was causing
this new feeling. As my hand reached the folds of skin below the small
triangle of pubic hair, I discovered exactly what this new sensation was. I
was wet. Totally and undeniably completely turned on, wet.
I slipped a finger into my slit. The memories I gained from Michelle felt this
to be a familiar and welcome action. My own memories found it to be a
totally new and exhilarating experience. I moved over to the bed and laid
down on it. I began squeezing my breast with on hand while I pumped my
finger in and out of my vigina. It felt so good. I never wanted to stop. I
added another finger. Pumping vigorously. I heard myself moaning as the
pleasure continued to build. My hips began to buck. I felt something
building within me. It got stronger and stronger. I added a third finger.
Finally the dam burst. I felt my first female orgasm hit me.
It was like a thousand little explosions which went off in unison to form a
much larger explosion. I grabbed the pillow and pressed it over my face to
muffle the scream I let out as I came. No amount of male climaxes could
have prepared me for what I had just experienced. When I was a man climax
had always been centered on my penis. As a girl, it filled my whole body
with my clit seeming to be the origination point of the pleasure waves.
As I lay there in my bed I felt a warm glow surround me like a blanket. I was
really a girl now. A devilish grin spread over my face as wondered what
having a man enter me will feel like. I scanned Michelle's memories and
found I was still virgin. I guess I was on my own for that experience.
I began to run Michelle's memories through my head so I could better cope
with my new life. Before long I discovered that I had stopped thinking of
them as her memories and started thing of them as my own. I fell asleep a
content and secure young woman.
That was just over a year ago. In that time I've really come to enjoy my new
life. I have a great family, we're very well off financially so I don't want for
anything. I'm an honor student, and a cheerleader. I have a really great
boyfriend and I have my Daddy wrapped around my finger. One flash of my
big brown eyes, and I get anything I want. Next month for my 17th birthday
he's buying me a brand new convertible. I can hardly wait.
I attempted to research the history of country club and the mirror to see if I
could learn what had happened to me. I really didn't find out much but I did
find an old legend which stated that the mirror was brought to America by an
old scorceress and that she supposedly invested it with her powers before she
died. That was accompanied with several stories of strange happenings
surrounding the "Mirror of Fate" as it was called. I remember whispering a
quiet thank you to the old scorceress.
My now cousin Karen recently mentioned that Tommy and Donna just had a
baby girl who they named Nicole. I'm very happy for them. Donna has
wanted a child for a very long time.
As for me, I've just had my first "real world" bisexual experience. It was
fantastic! Maybe even better than the first time my boyfriend Rob and I had
sex. I still chat, and occasionally have phone sex with other bi girls. I
decided to wait until I'm 18 before I try phone sex with the men I chat with.
My life is perfect, all that I ever wanted. Of course I had to get used to being
Michelle, rather than Monica, but it's a small sacrifice to make in order to be a
young beautiful bi girl for real.
The End
Trisha
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