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Mirror Site: Another Way Home
By Bill Hart
"It's such a fucking depressing night," mumbled Dave Kendricks to
himself as he finally left the bar where he'd been sitting and
drinking ever since he'd found that body sprawled out in pieces in
the alley. "This shit fucking sucks." Clearly Dave had had just a
little too much drink.
Although no one who knew him would have considered him a teetotaler,
Dave seldom drank to excess. He wasn't what anyone might consider a
good drunk. Generally, he only imbibed heavily when he was feeling
low or depressed. But a simple sense of depression would have been a
grade or two upward from how he actually felt. And as was normally
the case with those already suffering from depression, his heavy
drinking generally only served to aggravate his problems.
He wished, knowing full well that no one would ever consider granting
someone like him a wish, that he'd never found that body. It had only
reminded him that he was all alone in the world. His parents were
both long dead. At least he assumed they were dead since that was
what he'd always been told at that hellhole of an orphan's home where
he'd been raised from an early age.
He'd always wondered what it would have been like to have parents of
his own that cared about him. For one reason or another, no one had
adopted him when he was younger. And the older he got with each
passing year just made his adoption that much more unlikely. It
always seemed to him that everyone wanted cute and cuddly little
babies. No one ever gave a damn about him.
Dave had also once wondered on several occasions, what it might have
been like having brothers or sisters. Even just one or the other
would have been better than being alone.
But even more than that he would have also liked having a real
friend - not one of those phonies - for once.
However, Dave knew that no one could ever make real friends at the
orphan's home. It didn't seem to be allowed by those running the
place. Whenever he had tried to make friends those first few years
when he'd actually cared, they'd always claim they would be his friend
forever and ever, but then every one of them, with the sole exception
of Frank Barlow, had gone and got themselves adopted. He'd never seen
any of them again. So after a while, he'd just quite trying to make
friends. What the hell was the use?
Things might have been different if his friend Frank, who had been a
couple of years older than Dave, hadn't got sick and died.
And then those bureaucrats in charge of the home had finally labeled
him anti-sociable, which for all practical purposes ended any hope he
might have had of ever being adopted. But by then, he no longer cared
no one or the other. Besides, Dave knew all his troubles were really
their fault and not his. Those cute and cuddly little ones were
always their favorites. Was it any wonder they were the ones that
always managed to get adopted? Was it any wonder the assholes had
failed to seek help when Frank became sick?
He'd gladly left that poor excuse of an orphan's home on the day he'd
finally turned eighteen. And like all those others who had left
before him, Dave had never been back in the seven years since. And
he never intended going back to that place either.
"Life just sucks," he muttered, not caring whether or not anyone
heard him. At twenty-five, Dave was already a bitter old man. He
knew he was bitter, but he also figured he had every right to be.
As he reached the corner of Diamond and 6th, he wondered why he was
there. Somehow, he was on the opposite side of town from where he
lived. And here he'd been so proud of himself for leaving his car
parked in that alley behind the bar and walking. He figured all this
trouble served him right for trying to be considerate to others.
How was he going to get home from here?
He didn't feel like walking anymore; his feet ached. And he just knew
if he tried to thumb a ride home, it would be a police squad car that
stopped to pick him. They - especially that bitch Officer Bergstrom -
were always on his case for some trumped up reason or another. And
once they caught the telltale smell of liquor on his breath, Dave knew
exactly where he'd be spending the night.
As soon as he'd crossed the street, Dave was surprised to see a large
green tent standing in what he'd been certain was a vacant lot only
moments before. He was convinced he hadn't seen the tent before
crossing the street. Dave rubbed his eyes, but, when he looked again,
the green tent was still there.
"I didn't really think I had that much to drink."
Just then, he noticed the sign on the side of the tent that told
anyone who bothered to read it that this tent housed the "Hall of
Mystic Mirrors." Dave wondered if they had a bench where he could
sit down for a few minutes to rest his aching feet.
As he approached the tent, Dave saw a shapely and very attractive
blonde girl of no more than twenty exit from it. She quickly closed
the flap as if there might actually be someone around who was not
permitted to see what was going on inside. Dave stopped and stared
at her in fascination. He didn't know how it could be possible, but
she was the girl of his dreams, or at least a reasonable enough
facsimile until the real one actually came along. He had to talk to
her. And yet, how could he walk up and talk to such a beautiful girl?
Dave knew she'd never stoop low enough to speak to someone like him.
Pretty girls like her never did.
But with a pleasing smile, the blonde motioned him to come closer once
she saw him looking in her direction.
Dave quickly looked behind him, but there was no one standing there.
And when, he turned his attention back towards the girl again, she
once more bade him come closer.
"Hi there, Dave," said the young blonde goddess in a tone so totally
reeking of incredible sexuality that it caused - even through the
remnants of his alcohol induced haze - Dave's manhood to stiffen. "I
can certainly see that you're already prepared to enter the Hall,
Dave," she smiled warmly. "But tell me... are you also ready to be
totally and utterly amazed?" She held out a small ticket. "I am
Barker, your hostess for this evening."
"Just what is this place supposed to be, Miss Barker?" asked Dave
curiously. He couldn't keep from staring at her; he hoped she didn't
mind.
"It's just Barker, Dave. Nothing more; nothing less," she cooed, not
voicing any objections to his constant stare. "Barker's both my name
and my avocation." She smiled at him again. "I think it highly
likely you'll find what's inside a place of truly amazing wonders.
More often than not, great truths are revealed inside. In addition,
those simple truths found within the Hall most often change the lives
of those who enter for the better." Once again, she held out the
ticket to him. "Would you like to enter the Hall of Mystic Mirrors
and be absolutely amazed, Dave?"
"How much?" asked Dave gruffly, now figuring the girl was little more
than a good-looking blonde shill for the owners of the tent.
"There is no charge for you, Dave," replied the blonde beauty Barker.
"Your visit today is on the house. I hope you'll consider it as
merely the gift it is."
Dave wasn't entirely certain he trusted Barker. Everyone knew a
pretty girl like her could get away with just about anything she
wanted. But absolutely no one gave something away without expecting
to get something back.
"What's in this for you, Barker?" he asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, of course."
"Why don't I trust you, Barker?"
"I don't know. Why don't you trust me, Dave Kendricks?" replied
Barker with that same sweet smile. "This is simply a gift from me to
you freely given. There are no strings whatsoever. But if you choose
not to accept this gift, that is your right. I will not force you
to accept something you do not want. But you should remember, Dave,
there are always those in need of what others foolishly toss aside."
Once more she held out the ticket to him.
Dave, still uncertain about Barker and her motives, grumbled for a
moment, before reaching out to take the proffered ticket. "I suppose
you want me to thank you for this."
"If you wish, you may," replied Barker calmly. "However, a 'thank
you' is unnecessary."
"Will you be here when I come out?"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not," replied Barker cryptically. "But I think it
quite doubtful."
For just a moment, Dave stared at Barker. She's definitely one very
strange girl, he thought. And, never noticing the grin spreading
slowly across Barker's face, Dave entered the tent after the lovely
young blonde had lifted the tent's flap for his entry.
Once inside the tent, Dave was absolutely amazed. From what he could
see, the tent enclosed a vast maze. If he didn't know it was
impossible, he would have sworn the maze itself was far larger than
the tent that covered it. And the many walls of the maze appeared to
be far more solid in their construction than seemed reasonably prudent
for such an obvious temporary structure. But he could only see a
single opening along the entire length of the wall. And above that
lone opening hung a sign that proclaimed in large letters, "Enter
Here".
Seeing nowhere else to go, Dave entered through the opening. As he
slowly made his way down the corridor inside, he suddenly heard an odd
creaking noise behind him. When he turned to investigate, he saw that
the entrance door had slid shut. He was now trapped in the maze. Or,
as he quickly realized, there was simply no returning from the way
he'd just come.
"An interesting way to make sure I complete this odd maze of theirs," he
mumbled.
Dave continued onwards. There was, after all, little else he could
actually do. As he did, he wondered what other surprises this place
had in store for him.
He didn't have to wait long for his next surprise. As he turned the
next corner in the maze, every wall became a series of full-length
mirrors that stretched out seemingly forever.
"An interesting special effect," mumbled Dave.
He had been wondering why this maze had been called the "Mystic Hall
of Mirrors" and now he knew the reason why.
And even the "Mystic" in its name gained new significance as Dave
peered into the very first mirror. Reflected back at him was an old
man, a century at least in age and probably more, with a long white
beard that hung down to his waist and a mass of straight hair equally
long and white. And eerily, no matter what Dave did, the ancient man
in the mirror matched his every move exactly.
"This is absolutely amazing."
And then, realizing Barker had told him the sights inside would amaze
him, Dave smiled and moved on to the next mirror. But he wondered how
anything could be more amazing than what he'd just seen.
But Dave had wondered wrong. He found the image in the next mirror
even more amazing than the one he'd just left.
This mirror showed him a small Asian girl with long jet-black hair
that easily stretched down to the floor. She had the most incredibly
large soulful eyes that seemed to bore deeply into his soul as he
stared at her, even as she stared back at him. As he smiled at the
young girl in the mirror, she smiled back at him. And when he slowly
raised one of his hands, the girl, just as if she were truly his
reflection, raised her own hand exactly as he had.
"How can they do something like this?" he wondered aloud. But even as
he spoke, he watched the young girl mouth his very words. Watching
her do that was something Dave found a little unnerving.
He moved on to the next mirror.
And immediately wished he hadn't.
The image was a smiling boy, who couldn't have been more than ten
years old, that Dave didn't recognize. But he certainly recognized
what the boy was wearing. How could he ever forget that damn uniform
he'd been forced to wear daily for so many years?
"Fool," muttered Dave. "You'd be better off anywhere else. How can
you possibly be happy there?"
Without waiting for an answer he knew would never come, Dave quickly
turned from the boy and headed for the next mirror. He never saw the
small tear in the boy's eye as the image slowly faded away.
"This is definitely a helluva lot better!" exclaimed Dave as he stood
before the next mirror. The image in it showed him a sixteen,
possibly even as old as seventeen, year old girl. She was a busty
blue-eyed blonde dressed solely in a string bikini that revealed
absolutely everything. She had curves that would have certainly been
labeled "DANGEROUS" if she'd foolishly been a mountain road. "What a
hot total babe," whispered Dave. "I sure as hell wouldn't mind waking
up in your bed some morning."
Absently, his hand moved up to his chest. And in the mirror, he saw
the girl do the same. But disappointingly, all Dave felt there was
the coarse fabric of his sweatshirt.
Reluctantly - he really didn't want to spend the whole night inside
this strange maze of mirrors - Dave continued on to the next mirror.
This new image was decidedly more disturbing than the last. It was an
odd-looking little man with an extremely haggard face, pointed ears,
and the scraggliest looking beard he'd ever seen. He also had large
cloven hooves instead of feet and his legs would have looked more at
home on a shaggy mountain goat. However, the odd little man's most
disturbing aspect hung proudly from his crotch. But Dave's mind
simply rejected it as being far too large for someone of his small
stature.
Suddenly and inexplicably fearful that he was being leered at by
the image reflected by the mirror, Dave quickly fled to the safety
of the next mirror.
For several moments, he stared at the mermaid reflected back at him
from the mirror. A mass of auburn hair swirled and floated about her
head making her seem far more mysterious and otherworldly than she
actually was. From the waist down, she was definitely nothing but
fish. But from the waist up, she was an overly well-endowed, very
naked, and exceptionally sensual goddess.
"I sure hope they've kept some photographs of you, babe." Dave smiled
as he watched the mermaid echo his words. "I wouldn't mind spending
the money for a few dozen assorted 8x10 color glossies of you and that
hot blue-eyed blonde I saw earlier to hang prominently on my wall."
Reluctantly, Dave went to the next mirror. He was surprised, then
disappointed, that it reflected nothing, other than that lone cow off
in the distance, but a large open field.
Moving swiftly on to the next mirror, Dave found another young boy,
this one naked from the waist down, looking back at him wistfully. At
least Dave thought it was boy, even though his penis was so tiny. But
if he were really a boy, why did he have those small, but still very
noticeable, twin swellings pushing out from beneath his silken shirt?
But not really wanting to know the answer, Dave moved quietly on to
the next mirror. "What a fox!" he exclaimed without thinking, as he
stared at the hot two-legged vixen in the mirror.
With only a few notable exceptions, she was covered with red fur from
her toes to the tips of her ears. There was a wide streak of white
fur under her right eye that extended along the right side of her
muzzle. Dave thought that streak made her look a lot more exotic than
she would have otherwise. Even her form was curvaceous and slinky.
And even though her nipples were clearly bare of it, the fur around
her moderately sized breasts was also the same sexy snowy white.
Dave liked her exotic, as well as erotic, look, but wondered what
she'd look like with somewhat larger breasts. However, Dave soon
decided she was probably better off with breasts no larger than those
she currently possessed. Dave wasn't overly certain she'd be able to
function normally with the additional weight from even the most modest
expansion of her five pair of breasts.
He wondered, not that he was ever likely to find out one way or the
other, if she also had snowy white pubic fur. A short loose skirt,
the only clothes she was wearing, completely blocked that part of her
anatomy from his sight.
Dave was constantly amazed at the technology that must be involved in
making this place work as he went from mirror to mirror. Clearly,
this place must have cost someone a fortune. But that thought only
fueled his suspicions. Why were they letting him see it all for free?
Each image in the next mirror continued being different from any of
those preceding it. Anything he'd ever imagined - as well as several
other things he could have never imagined before - he'd seen reflected
in one of the mirrors. Clearly, what he was seeing had to be some
kind of computer-generated imagery, possibly even holographic in
nature. But the necessary technology, from everything he'd ever read,
was still years away from escaping the realm of science fiction.
But each image continued moving exactly as he moved. It had to be
some kind of laser motion sensors, Dave decided. They very obviously
detected how and when he moved, then instantly translated his own
movements through their computer simulation software to make this
hologram move accordingly. It's all simply amazing, thought Dave.
However, it all worried him, since he'd surmised that the technology
necessary for this was still further removed into the future.
Between his thoughts about the possible advanced technology involved
and his continued amazement at each image in the succession of
mirrors, he never noticed a small decline in the level of the floor
as he turned another of the many corners in this most unusual maze.
But he was suddenly surprised at running straight into a mirror that
formed a rather abrupt dead-end across the mirrored passage.
Figuring he'd only have to retrace his last few steps, Dave turned
just in time to see one of the mirrored panels sliding directly across
his return path. "What the hell's going on?" He was now trapped in
a mirrored hexagonal room?
Did they know he was now trapped inside their maze?
Of course, they know you're trapped in here, stupid, he scolded
himself mentally. They had wanted him inside; they had even given him
a free ticket. "They must be aliens," he suddenly mumbled. "It's so
obvious. Why didn't I see it before?" Dave scoured his small
enclosure for other telltale signs of an alien presence. "This place
must be run by aliens from outer space. That definitely explains all
this futuristic technology I've seen in here."
Dave pounded on the mirrors, but the glass, being thicker than Dave
had imagined, didn't even move a fraction of an inch. "Please help
me! I'm trapped in here!" he screamed in budding panic. "If you let
me go, I won't tell anyone you're here walking among us!" he added
quickly.
But there was no reply.
And then unexpectedly and quite impossibly, the mirrors comprising
his cell - what else could he call it - began moving and shifting in
non-repeating random motions as if some giant child were merely
playing with his or her kaleidoscope. Making matters even worse, the
lights being reflected from and refracted through the glass flickered
and flashed in his eyes.
Although afraid of being cut, Dave continued pounding on the moving
glass. A tingly sensation, beginning in his hands, rushed down
through his arms and quickly spread throughout his body. And as his
entire body began feeling increasingly strange, Dave stared at his
hand. It wasn't possible, but it appeared to be shrinking. And the
arm - his very own arm to which his hand was attached - was also
slimming noticeably. When he held his hand up in front of his face,
Dave was stunned, not only by its smaller size, but also the longer,
more slender fingers and the long fingernails painted dark red.
"What's going on?" he asked, his trembling voice cracking.
His hands reached up to his chest. Although he saw nothing out of the
ordinary with his own eyes, his hands impossibly found twin mounds of
flesh hanging there. But in spite of what his hands told him must be
there, his chest was clearly as flat as any other male. However, what
little he could see in the spinning mirrors told him a far different
tale.
As Dave stared down at his chest, two small nubs suddenly began
pushing out his sweatshirt. And as those tingly sensations he felt
centered about his chest continued intensifying, the two nubs soon
began swelling increasingly larger and larger. After only a very
short time had passed, what Dave's smaller hands had felt hanging
from his chest earlier and what he could clearly see there for
himself with his own eyes matched perfectly.
And as he stared in disbelief at his new breasts swollen large beneath
his sweatshirt, suddenly, without any real warning, a mass of coal
black hair suddenly blocked his view. As he lifted his head, Dave was
very surprised to find his hair draping across his shoulders. Even
though Dave wasn't certain just how far down his back his new mane of
hair stretched, he clearly saw that it now cascaded over his shoulders
and onto his breasts.
However, as all the strange sensations he still felt coursing through
his body failed to subside, Dave realized that - whatever else these
aliens might be doing to him - he wasn't finished changing.
The muscles in his face twitched involuntarily. One, then another,
and yet another muscle spasmed. His face grew numb.
Unaware that the mirrors of his cell had stopped spinning, Dave stared
at his reflection, which unquestionably and quite impossibly mirrored
his altered physical appearance. Although he thought it was clearly
impossible, he was now somehow physically a female, sixteen or maybe
seventeen years of age. The girl was quite attractive, but in no way
did she come close to resembling his former male self. His new
reflected image had jet-black hair that easily extended to the middle
of his back. And the tight form fitting sweater he found himself
wearing exaggerated each and every one of his new feminine curves,
while, at the same time, clearly highlighting his rather large new
breasts. And the short skirt his image was wearing, prominently
displayed a pair of long and slender, very sexy legs.
"Someone is going to pay for all this shit," growled Dave in a soft
soprano voice that radiated pure sex. "They can't do this kind of
shit to me and hope to get away with it." Without a thought of what
he was doing, Dave gently caressed his large and firm new breasts.
"Once I find out who really owns this tent, I'm going to sue their
goddamn fucking asses for everything they're worth... and then some.
They'll rue the day they thought they could fuck with me."
Suddenly, the small room in which Dave found himself began spinning
again. As it did, Dave began feeling somewhat light-headed. His
thoughts became more and more disjoint as the room seemingly spun
faster and faster. His mind soon reeled in confusion.
He wished everything would stop spinning.
Abruptly, the room ceased spinning and vanished. Once more outside
the tent, where the sun was low in the evening sky, reality quickly
reasserted itself.
"Debbie?" asked a small voice, as she felt someone tugging on her
skirt.
Looking downwards, Debbie smiled at the six-year-old girl. "What is
it, Laurie?" she asked.
"Is something wrong, Debbie?"
"Of course not. Why should anything be wrong?"
"I don't know," replied Laurie. "I don't know. I just thought," she
paused. Suddenly, Laurie threw her arms around the startled Debbie.
"I love you, Debbie!" she exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I think you're just the bestest big sister in the whole wide world."
"She's the only big sister you've got, dummy," said an approaching
boy no more than a couple of years older than Laurie.
"Why are you always being so mean to me, Jimmy?" frowned Laurie. "I'm
gonna tell mommy and daddy you were calling me names again."
"It's not my fault you're so dumb," retorted Jimmy.
"Why do you keep insulting your little sister?"
"She's too sensitive. How can I possibly insult her just by telling
the truth?" asked Jimmy. "After all, you are the only big sister we
have. Darla's younger than her and Terri's still only a baby. Jack
and John are older than Laurie and me, but they're her brothers just
like me."
"You know you're not supposed to call her names." Debbie looked down
at watch. "I didn't realize it was so late. Where has all the time
gone? We have to get started for home."
"Do we have to?" whined Laurie.
"We'll be late for dinner," explained Debbie. "And you know how mom
and dad are about all of us eating dinner together."
"Can we come back later?" asked Jimmy.
"We'll see." Just then, Debbie saw Barker talking with Officer
Bergstrom. Without knowing exactly why, she made her way over in
their direction. "I wanted to thank you, Barker," she smiled.
"Whatever for, Miss Kendricks?" replied the gray-haired old woman
Barker, a curious grin on her face.
Debbie scratched her head. "You know, I don't really know exactly.
I just have this strange felling I should thank you... for something."
"You have a really cool place here, lady," added Jimmy.
"I like it too," said Laurie. "It wasn't even too scary."
Debbie turned to her sister and brother. "We'd better hurry home.
We're going to be late."
"Can I help you out, Debbie?" asked a familiar male voice.
Debbie looked up. "Frank?" she smiled warmly. "I don't know. What
can you possibly do to help?"
"I have my parents' car today," replied Frank proudly. "I can drive
you and Laurie and Jimmy home, if you'd like."
"That's very nice of you, Frank," she smiled. "C'mon Laurie and
Jimmy. Frank's going to drive us home."
Jimmy grumbled and Laurie giggled.
"I've really missed you since you were adopted, Frank," said Debbie as
she helped her younger siblings into the back seat of the car.
"And I've missed you, Debbie," replied Frank as he opened the front
passenger side door for her. "I've missed you a whole lot.
"You have?" she smiled as she slid into the car's bucket seat.
"You know I have," replied Frank, as he closed the door and hurried
around to the driver's door.
A moment later, they were on their way to the Kendricks' house.
"I think they make a nice couple," said Officer Jacqueline Bergstrom.
"Don't you think so too, Barker?"
"I certainly do, Jackie," replied Barker with an odd grin. "One might
almost think they were made for each other."
"Do you think Debbie has finally realized that Frank is in love with
her?"
"Who can tell for certain in matters where the heart is concerned?
One can never know what the Fates have in store for us," replied the
old woman. "However, if I were a betting woman, I'd be willing to bet
that if she doesn't know how he feels about her now, she very soon
will."
"It's hard to imagine that Debbie and Frank would have never met if
the Kendricks had never taken control of the old orphan's home," said
Officer Bergstrom. "With the exception of Lucy Williams, who has that
cute little girl Mary, I've never met anyone as full of love for
children as the Kendricks. I'm so glad they decided to move here,"
smiled Jackie Bergstrom. "Who knows how Frank might have grown up in
that place if the Kendricks hadn't taken over?"
"Who knows, Jackie?" grinned Barker cryptically. "Who knows?"
THE END
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