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Mirror Site: The Marrieds
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2001
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so I can revel in the thrill of having a story posted.
This story involves transgender. If that bothers or displeases you, sorry.
First Amendment rocks. Please take your displeasure elsewhere.
The story is rated G.
This story also involves Identity Death. Again, if it's a problem for you,
please don't waste your time reading it - or complaining about it. This is
only a story, with no higher purpose than a bit of frivolous entertainment.
The tale I wanted to tell fit better this way, so that's how I told it. My
last story was over 70 pages and didn't involve Identity Death, so give me a
break.
Thanks for staying with me while I vented. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Mirror Maze: The Marrieds
By Ellie Dauber
"Harry, get a move on, we'll be late," Sue Winslow said, looking at her
wristwatch. She was a tall, slender woman in her late 40s.
Harry Winslow sighed and kept driving. "Sue, we're just going to a mall.
It's open till after nine. How can we be late?" He was 51 and balding,
putting on a bit of weight, though he tried to exercise at least once a
week.
"Yes, but by then, all the bargains will be gone." She nervously smoothed
her long blue dress over her knees. "I don't know why you had to take this
route."
"Because they just started resurfacing Atwood Street. Everything's torn up.
You should know that."
"And how would I know that? Do you think I have nothing better to do than
read the paper for stories about which street they're paving?"
"Well, you certainly aren't spending your days cleaning the house," Harry
said.
"If you'd spend some money on a new heating system instead of that old
furnace that shoots out almost as much soot as heat, I could get the place
clean."
"Do you have any idea how much a new furnace would...no, you wouldn't. You
think money is something I bring home for you to waste on clothes or
whatever as quickly as possible."
He turned the car onto 6th Street. Before Sue could say anything, there was
a load "Thunk!" under the hood, and steam began to pour out. "Now what," he
said.
"If you'd gotten a new car like I told you to last year, we wouldn't be
having trouble like this," Sue said.
"Quiet." He pulled the car over to the curb and turned off the engine. Then
he pulled a cell phone from a jacket pocket and called the Auto Club. "This
is Harry Winslow." He recited his membership number. "I'm having some kind
of car trouble. Can you send a tow truck to Diamond and 6th Streets?"
They could send a truck, but it would be at least 45 minutes.
"So we just sit here." Sue glared at him. "Mr. Wonderful does it again."
Harry looked around, anything would be better than listening to her blame
him for the car, her life, and the universe in general till the truck came.
There was some kind of circus tent, green with a yellow banner flying above
it, on the vacant lot across the street. "Let's go check that thing out,"
he said, pointing to it.
"Is that how you want to solve our problems? Run off to join the circus?"
"It might be worth running off to get away from you. Look, the truck isn't
going to be here for almost an hour. Why not go see what that tent is over
there? It's as good a way as any to pass the time."
She climbed out of the car. "Well, it certainly beats having to sit here
and talk to you."
They crossed the street, looking straight ahead, rather than at each other.
As the came close to the tent, they could see a sign near the tent. "Hall of
Mystic Mirrors," it said in large green letters. The rest of the sign said
"Be Amazed - Be Amused; See What Lies Without _and_ Within; $1 Admission."
"Okay, so who do we pay?" Harry asked. There didn't seem to be anyone
around.
"That would be me, sir." A slender young woman who looked like she was
still in her teens came out through a flap in the tent. She was dressed in
green slacks with a green and yellow striped vest over a white satin blouse.
She was blonde, her long, straight hair hanging down to her waist. Her
accent dripped of Southern charm.
"And you are?"
"Barker, sir. It's my name and my job." She lifted the tent flap slightly.
"Would you and the lady care to go in?"
Sue glared at Harry. "Oh, pay the girl her money, and let's get this over
with." She reached for the flap, but it seemed to be stuck on something.
Harry pulled out his wallet and paid. The flaps slid open, and they went
inside the tent.
Somehow, there seemed to be more room inside the tent than outside. It was
empty except for what seemed to be a great box with eight-foot walls that
filled most of the tent. Strings of Christmas lights were strung above the
box, the only light source in the tent.
There was a section missing from the wall nearest them. A sign next to the
opening said, "Enter Here." Harry shrugged and walked through into the box.
Sue squawked and hurried after him. As soon as she entered, there was a
whooshing noise, and a section of panel slid in, closing the entryway.
They were in a long, mirrored corridor. Harry was standing a few feet away
from her. "Took you long enough, Sue."
"Don't start, Mister. I only came in here to humor you."
"All right, then. Let's find our way out."
They walked down the corridors, glancing occasionally at the mirrors. These
were far beyond any funhouse mirror, Harry had ever seen. Some did just
make them look short or fat, but others seemed to change them completely.
Harry and Sue saw themselves as children, as an elderly Black couple, even
as a Chinese woman and a young girl, who could only be her daughter, in
matching silk dresses. I wonder if they're using some sort of computer,
Harry thought.
They'd been walking for several minutes when the corridor forked. "Go left,
Harry," Sue said.
"Why? Do you have any reason for saying that?"
"I just saw something about left-handed mazes on the Discovery Channel.
That, yes, that was how the pyramids were built."
"Well, that certainly makes a lot of sense. I think we should go right."
"You always were a stubborn, fool, Harry Winslow. I don't know why I ever
married you." She started down the left branch of the corridor.
"I don't know why I asked you to," he shouted behind her. "I think you got
me drunk or something." He gritted his teeth and headed down the right
branch.
The corridor seemed to go on forever. Harry saw himself reflected as a
muscular teen-aged boy with a shaved head, a middle-aged woman in a business
suit, and a little girl, no more than three or four, dragging a dolly behind
here.
He stopped for a moment to try and figure out where the doll came from.
There was another whooshing sound, and two sections of panel slid quickly
from the wall, trapping him in a narrow space.
He looked around. The room was hexagonal with ordinary mirrors on the
walls. Suddenly, the mirrors began to move as if the room was spinning.
Harry felt a strange sensation run through his body.
He watched his reflection as it seemed to grow younger. His hair grew back
in, dark brown now instead of the gray it had become. The wrinkles and
crows feet around his eyes smoothed out. He seemed to be losing weight,
too. His clothes looked far too big for the slender young man of twenty he
seemed to have become.
He thought it was just another trick reflection for a moment. Then he felt
the full head of hair on his head. He looked down to see how his now
oversized clothes fit. He had to pull his belt to the last notch to keep
his pants from falling.
"This is amazing." Then he felt the odd sensation as the changes continues.
His hair grew long, longer, over his ears until it reached down to just
below his shoulders. His face seemed thinner, too. His jaw and nose were
less prominent.
His body was growing thinner as well. He looked as his arms grew thin and
supple. The hair on his arm shrank back into his skin and disappeared. He
felt something on his chest. He touched it through the shirt and felt
something growing out. He pulled the shirt out and looked down through the
collar. He was growing breasts!
A hand instinctively reached down to his groin. He penis was still there.
He even had a hard-on. But as he touched it, it seemed to shrink away. He
felt it through his slacks, growing smaller and smaller until he couldn't
feel it at all. He jammed in a hand, but his fingers, now grown long and
slender, only found the vertical slit of a woman's vagina. He yanked out
his hand as if he'd touched a hot stove.
"What the hell happened to me," he said in a voice that was now a high alto.
He stared into the mirror in front of him. A very pretty young woman was
wearing the slacks and golf shirt that he had put on this morning. He, good
grief, he was wearing make-up and lipstick. He leaned forward and reached
up to touch his -- her? -- face. He saw his fingernails, long, manicured,
and painted with a red polish.
Now his clothes began to change. First they shrank to fit his new body.
Damn nice figure, Harry thought. He turned and posed, looking back over his
shoulder. He had a killer ass. Too bad it was on him.
The clothes seemed to ripple. The short sleeves disappeared from his kelly
green shirt, as the cotton altered to a clingy light green lycra. He could
see the faint outline of the bra he was now wearing through the fabric.
His slacks ran up his legs to just past his knees. Then they seemed to grow
together into a tube that changed into a matching skirt. The shirt fused
with the blouse to become a single dress that hugged the curves of Harry's
new body.
He felt a coolness around his crotch, and he knew somehow that his jockey
shorts were now a pair of lace panties. His socks ran up his legs, stopping
at mid thigh. They became sheer elasti-top stockings. His sneakers altered
into a pair of light green sandals with a one-inch heel.
"What am I going to tell Sue? How do I explain this?"
There was another whooshing sound, and a section of wall slid back. There
was a tall, rather muscular man on the other side. He looked as confused as
Harry felt. Then, in a flash of insight, Harry knew who the man was.
"Sue, is - is that you in there?" Harry couldn't help noticing how
attractive, how sexy the man was.
"Harry?" The man, Sue, stepped into the room with Harry. She looked him up
and down, noticing Harry's new figure. She felt a tightness in her slacks
that she didn't want to think about. "What the hell happened to us." The
wall whooshed back into place. "How do we get out of here?"
"The hell with that. How do we change back? What are we going to do?"
Harry felt like he was about to cry.
The mirrors began spinning again, now accompanied by blinking lights. There
was a sudden flash and everything was still.
Stu Taylor took his wife of one day in his arms. "I don't know what we'll
do, Harriet, Honey, but we'll do it together." He brushed a strand of hair
off her face and kissed her. She kissed him back. Hard.
"The first thing we have to do I get out of this maze." He reached out, and
they clasped hands and started down the corridor again. They'd gone no more
than a dozen yard, when they saw the exit.
They stepped outside, back into the tent itself. "We made it," Harriet
said.
"We made it the way we'll make it through everything, together." They
kissed again, pulling each other close, rubbing their bodies together.
There was a loud cough behind them. "Excuse me," Barker said. He coughed
again. The young couple stopped kissing and turned in his direction. "The
man from the auto club came while you were inside. I told him where your
car was, and he took a look. He said he can jump start it. You need a new
battery, but he said he could put one in at his garage. He even offered you
a special discount as a wedding present."
"Wonderful," Harriet said. She kissed Stu, then ran over and gave Barker a
small peck on the cheek. "Thank you for helping us. Your Hall of Mirrors
was wonderful."
"Glad you liked it," Barker said, running his fingers through his thinning
black hair. "Always glad to get a couple of lovebirds off to a good, fresh
start in married life."
The End
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