The House of Mirrors
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Shaded Mirror
By Radioactive Loner
Copyright 1997, 1998, 1999
My eyes fluttered open. I yawned, stretched out in the bed, and
then realized instantly something was wrong. First, I was wearing
a T-shirt and sweatpants, not the nightgown I had gone to sleep
in... and this T-shirt was one I had never seen before. Secondly,
my whole room had changed around me! It looked completely
different.
I got up in shock, first walking over to the wall and seeing the
male in the portrait. "What the heck?" I muttered to myself.
Standing amidst my family in a graduation robe was a tall,
somewhat portly young man with a goatee. I continued to look
around the room. I pulled open a drawer and gasped. My clothing
had all disappeared! There was male underwear in the drawer.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered under my breath. "What the fuck is
going on here?"
I opened the drawer and walked quietly to the bathroom. Opening
the cabinet, I saw none of my toiletries. Oh yes, there was still
shampoo, soap, shaving gel, razors all in the cabinet, but they
were distinctly male versions of the toiletries I had bought. I
looked at myself -- and aside from the clothing, nothing else had
changed on me.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen very hesitantly. My
mother's eyes boggled at me when I walked into the room,
something I really didn't expect. "Um, hello," she said very
hesitantly. "Who are you, and why are you wearing my son's
clothing?"
Now it was my turn to boggle. "Son? Mom, don't you recognize me?"
"What?"
"It's me... Heidi."
She took a couple steps backward. "What's going on here?"
I looked down. "God, this is freaky. Mom, why don't you recognize
me?"
"Stop calling me 'Mom.' I don't have a daughter, I have a son."
"I feel like I've stepped into an episode of 'Sliders.' Mom--"
"Stop calling me that!"
"I'm sorry! I can't very well call you 'Mrs. Andrews,' can I?"
"That's what I'd expect a total stranger to call me!"
"Okay." I took a seat at the table. "Let me tell you what I
experienced this morning. Let's work through this calmly." I took
a breath. This was something right out of the movies, but if I
just ignored the fantastic and concentrated on what's in front of
me... "I woke up this morning and my world seems to have changed
around me. My room, my toiletries, my clothing... everything
seems to point to a male version of me existing here. Your
reference to a 'son' seems to indicate that too."
My mother nodded.
"Okay. I know nothing of a son. So I figure... now stay with me,
Mom, I know this sounds really weird... that there are two
options from my viewpoint: first, that I've gone totally stark
raving bonkers and am hallucinating all this; or two, that I've
slipped into a parallel universe or something. That still doesn't
account for waking up in clothes like this, or the fact that I
was in your son's bed when I woke up."
My mother started inching towards the phone. I saw her, and made
no effort to try to stop her.
"Listen, Mom, I see you. There's no way I can stop you from
calling the police. But I hope two things will stop you. First,
look into my face. See the family resemblance? Look hard. Don't I
look a lot like Grandma? You always said I had her features. And
two, you once told me that you had a nervous breakdown the night
before you married Dad, but that you had a very strange dream
that night and realized what he meant to you. You also told me
you never told anyone else that."
My mother stopped inching towards the phone. She then hesitantly
took a few steps towards me, and took me by the chin, and gazed
at my face intently. She then let go. "I never did tell anyone
about that story. And you do look a lot like Dale's grandmother."
"Okay. So are you willing to at least take it for now that I
*could* be genuine?"
"Well... call me undecided. For now."
"Good. Because I really need to throw up." And with that, I made
a mad dash for the bathroom as the stress and fear I had been
retaining made its way up my gorge.
=-=-=
I got back, and over the next couple hours began relating tales
of the memories I had with her, from the time she had caught me
playing 'doctor' with a boy at the age of three to the time she
bought me my first real dress a year later, to ballerina school
when I was seven, showing me how to use a tampon and about
'womanly things' when I was twelve, I confiding in her when I
lost my virginity at sixteen; and going off to college at
eighteen.
She then over the next couple hours began relating a tale to me
of a Dale Andrews. As I listened, I realized... this guy really
*was* my male counterpart. From little league to fights to
everything, his experiences with my mom were too rich for her to
have invented from whole cloth. This was getting into some
seriously weird territory.
At the same time, my tales about my upbringing by her seemed to
have had a similar effect in fully convincing her. She said to me
that I just flat out knew too much about her and the way she
reacts and sounds and talks for me to have been a total
stranger... and that, as weird as it may sound, she accepts me as
a daughter, for now, until we can figure out together what
happened.
=-=-=
I logged onto the Internet. Frankly, it was a complete and utter
guess what Dale's password was, but I bet when I saw the Alanis
Morrisette posters in his room that he liked her as much as I
did, and that we might share the Alanis-themed password 'ironic'
-- which we did, and I soon found myself surfing the 'Net as
[email protected]. A rather strange parallel to my 'Net
surfings as [email protected] in the past.
"You have new mail in /usr/spool/dandrews," the computer spat at
me as I logged in. I went into PINE and looked at what messages
had come in. One was from a gentleman named Jon Sleeper. As I
brought it up, I noticed that the To: line was addressed to
something called the "Transformation Stories Mailing List."
Transformation?
I skimmed the message further.
"Actually, um, no. I've thrown out this idea for *you* guys to
fool with. :) Though I'm going to fool with it myself (with a
deer xform, of course. :) We haven't had any new story universes
put in lately. So take this and run with it. :)
"Oh, one more possibility. *You* don't know you've changed, but
everyone else says you *have* changed. :) A sort of reverse from
one of the other possibilities that I mentioned."
Oh, my God.
I think I know what's happened to me now.
Somehow Dale actually transformed into me... but decided to keep
the world the way it was. And to give me... him... me... aw,
fuck, WHATEVER... the memories of a lifetime...
Oh, my God.
My head swam. Before tonight, I never really existed... my whole
world, all my memories never happened? I never really lost my
virginity? All those birthdays, those friends... my whole life,
invalidated, empty?
I glanced at the window. There was one way I could make sure that
Dale couldn't continue *his* life, and maybe in the process put
that one final stroke on my own...
=-=-=
FAYVILLE, MD (Reuters) -- In a bizarre suicide/murder case, the
town of Fayville, MD has recently had to cope with the appearance
and subsequent suicide of an unknown woman approximately in her
early 20s, who jumped to her death from the second story of a
house belonging to a Mrs. Andrews on 92 Fourth Street. Mrs.
Andrews' son, Dale, had disappeared that same night, and police
are currently questioning Mrs. Andrews about the suicide and
death of the young lady and her son's disappearance. Some reports
suggest linking the unknown girl and Dale Andrews together
romantically, while some experts...
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