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Fox Tales 2: When Next Comes the Fox By Bill Hart As I entered my small apartment, I let loose with a long sigh. I was beat. It had been a long rough game, but we'd finally won. I was that seldom-used last sub - a role I'd never relished. At six foot four inches in height, there were far too many people that considered me too small to play the game. Some of those raucous fools - you'd think they'd actually paid to see the game - had booed loud and long when I'd finally stepped out onto the court. But in spite of all that shit, I'd still scored the winning basket - a little jumper from the top of the key - just as the buzzer sounded ending the game. Believe it or not, my winning shot had even silenced some of the boobirds Basketball could simply be a funny game sometimes. In grammar school, I'd been a center. I had towered above just about everyone in all of my classes. There just hadn't been that many six-foot ten-year-olds running around the school. I might have even made the scale climb all the way up to a hundred pounds, provided I was fully clothed and dripping wet. Back then, I'd often wondered what it would be like when I got to be seven foot tall In the summer between grammar school and junior high, I grew four more inches. I figured I was right on schedule. After all, I only had eight more inches to go. I might have even gained as much as twenty pounds that summer. But I was still little more than a walking, talking bundle of twigs that a good stiff breeze might easily pick up in one place and set down in another. However, despite those four new inches I'd grown that summer, my position was changed from center to forward. It was a real shock finding out for the first time that I had a few peers far taller than me. But those four new inches had also thrown off my coordination. Being a clumsy klutz also made it hard to develop many social graces. How many times had some whiny little turd I been asked about the weather up there by? I doubt anyone could truly realize what it was like growing up a foot and a half taller than just about everyone else unless they'd lived through it. I was already taller than my parents were by then. And of course, it was always easier for all those little bozos to laugh at the awkward gangly youth I'd become. Kids were often cruel to people just a little bit different than themselves. There had been a few times I'd even wished I could be just as normal as everyone else. Moving from junior to senior high meant another change of position. I became a guard in high school. The smallest players on the team were typically guards. And somehow, I had inexplicably become one of them. What had happened? Quite simply, I hadn't grown even a fraction of an inch taller since that summer of my four-inch spurt. I didn't know why that should be true, but it was. At the same time, I'd probably gained as much as thirty pounds in the three years of junior high. As a result, I no longer had to worry about being blown into the next county whenever a strong breeze kicked up. On the other hand, I was easily outmuscled and pushed around on the court by taller players outweighing me by at least a hundred pounds. Even off the court, things had become different. A lot of the other kids that had looked up at me for as long as I known them now stood eye-to-eye with me. Some of the others hadn't quite grown enough to pass me up yet and I imagined - no, hoped - many of them never would. And yet, several of those boys I'd known for years now looked down at me and smirked. At least in college, I'd remained a guard. There weren't any other positions for me to play. But I was just another small guard that spent more time warming the bench than playing in the game. How could things have changed so much over one short lifetime? There were many times, I wished my whole life could have been far simpler than it had been. But what was the use of wishes. It was also at times like these that I wouldn't have minded having a roommate or two with which to commiserate. However, no one I'd known for any length of time was surprised I lived alone. I was a loner; I'd always been one. Even when I was feeling good - that wasn't very often anymore - I wasn't the easiest person to live with or be around. I knew it; no one had to tell me something like that. And more often than not, I was a real bear when I was feeling shitty. "Have another rough day, Mr. Harris?" asked an unexpected male voice. "What?" I looked around my apartment but saw no one else. How could anyone have possibly entered my small apartment without me noticing them? There were simply no places to hide. "Who's there?" I asked nervously. "Where are you?" "I am right here, Ralph," replied that same male voice. "I hope you won't mind that I've called you Ralph. Using your surname just seems so much more formal than is absolutely necessary." "I've got no problems with you or anyone else calling me Ralph," I replied. "It's my name." Wondering if I might have somehow missedsomething, I took another quick look around my apartment. Not too surprisingly, I had no more success than I had the first time. "Who are you?" I repeated, after finishing my look. "No more games. Where are you hiding?" "I'm not hiding anywhere, my friend." As I watched, a man I'd never seen before stepped out from behind the mirror hung on the wall. Or rather, if I could believe my eyes, he stepped out through the mirror from behind it. "You may call me, Basil." "How did you do that?" I asked even more nervously. After walking over to inspect the mirror, I found it still firmly attached to the wall. How could he have been hidden behind it? "What do you want from me, Basil?" I asked as I turned and looked him straight in the eye. "Direct and to the point; I like that," replied Basil. "Have you ever heard that mirrors can be gateways into alternate realities, my boy?" He smiled at me oddly. Was he putting me on? "I just stepped through one in another reality convergent with yours." For several seconds, he looked at himself in the mirror. "How very interesting? I can't remember the last time I was this small." "Small? You're six foot four, Basil. You're the same height as me," I told him. "You're definitely not the tallest man I know, but you certainly aren't what most people would consider a small man either." "How kind of you to say that. In this reality perhaps you're right," replied Basil with that same odd smile. "Which brings me back to why I've come here, my boy. Clearly, you're not overly happy with your current life. How would you like the chance to change things?" He stared at me for a moment. "You play basketball." It wasn't a question. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like being over seven feet tall, Ralph?" "Not since I was a kid," I snapped back. How did this stranger know these things about me? "I'd given up on those dreams years ago. There was no real reason to waste any time thinking about something that would never happen." "But it can happen, my boy," grinned Basil. "I can take you to that alternate reality where you have become that seven foot tall plus basketball star you've always dreamed of being." Damn! I couldn't believe it. "I'm not going to sell you my soul, Beelzebub," I snarled at the man. "I might not be the happiest man around right now, but I'm not that stupid. You have to get up a lot earlier than this to fool me with this kind of nonsensical shit." Basil simply smiled. "You've misunderstood me. I'm not the Devil, Ralph. As I told you, my name is Basil, not Beelzebub, Lucifer, Old Scratch, Old Nick, or whatever else he might be calling himself now," said Basil. "What I practice is a science of a sort, not metaphysics. We step through the mirror portal on one side. On the other side, we step out and become who or what we would have become in that world." His smile widened. "You watched my arrival through the mirror. Did you smell any brimstone as I arrived, Ralph?" "No, I didn't. If you're not the Devil, then you must be crazy." And yet, I had watched as he'd stepped through the mirror from somewhere behind it. I'd seen him do it with my own eyes. "If we assume for a minute or two that I might be interested in what you're offering me, then what would something like this cost me?" I asked curiously. It still sounded a little too fantastic to me. It sounded more like the plot of some weird B-movie. "And why would you want to do something like this for me? I don't know you." "It would cost you absolutely nothing, unless you choose to remain permanently," replied Basil. "The time we can safely visit any of these alternate worlds before acclimatization begins varies greatly from one world to the next." "Acclimati-whatsits? What the hell is that supposed to be?" "Acclimatization. It's a perfectly natural process," replied Basil. "It's nothing nefarious, if that's what you're concerned about. The theory behind traveling to alternate worlds states we should have at least a week there before it begins. However, the actual starting time following our arrival in any reality is always highly unpredictable. I've never actually stayed in any one world longer than just a few days. Why should I tempt fate?" "I see." I had no idea what he'd been rambling on about. "That's all well and good," I snapped, "but you still haven't said a word about what this acclimatization shit really is." "Simply put, if we stay too long in an alternate world, then that reality we're in will begin to claim us," replied Basil. "Slowly at first, according to some interpretations of the theory. It might even be unnoticeable. No one really knows. Eventually, those people we'd become on our arrival to that world would be who we were. Only another acclimatization process on our home world would be capable of restoring us again. That is, provided of course, we could remember the way back to our home world." "It sounds dangerous to me." "It's perfectly safe as long as we keep within the parameters," said Basil. "But I'll give you that choice. If you'd rather stay and be who you become, then you can remain there." "What's in it for you?" I asked. "The satisfaction of seeing you living a happy life, my boy," replied Basil. "However, I will also admit to a certain level of professional curiosity about watching an acclimatization run full term to its ultimate completion." "I'd be an experiment." "You might say that." "What if I decided this new life you've offered me wasn't what I wanted?" I had to admit I was becoming more intrigued with this impossible notion of Basil's. But I definitely didn't want to go to all the trouble of changing my life and wind up making it worse. "Do I get an escape clause?" "An escape clause? You don't need an escape clause. Don't you remember me just telling you that I want you to be happy, Ralph," replied Basil. "If you aren't happy or if you're in any way dissatisfied, then we'll simply move on to the next world and begin all over again. Or if you'd prefer, we'll return here." "What would I have to do?" I asked. My curiosity kept increasing. I hoped it wouldn't do for me what it had done for the cat. "Just take my hand," smiled Basil as he held out his hand to me. "You and I shall then walk through the mirror together. I'll guide you safely to your awaiting new life." I hesitated for a moment. Could I trust him? I barely knew him. But then I figured what the heck and took his hand. "Let's go! What have I got to lose anyway." *** As soon as I stepped out on the other side of the mirror, I noticed immediate changes around and about me. I was clearly a whole lot taller than I'd been. Everyone seemed so small. People were looking up at me in a way they hadn't done for several years. But the first one that asked how the weather was up there was going to get hurt. "Can I have your autograph, Mr. Harris?" asked a young boy. "Would you sign your picture for me? Make it out to 'my best friend Tomas'." "Of course, I will, Tomas," I replied, loving the adulation that clearly showed in the boy's eyes. However, I was wondering why Tomas held out a picture of some black man for me to sign. But I got the answer even before I could even ask the question. As I reached out to take the picture from the boy, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my hand. It was a black man's hand. And so was the arm attached to it. Even as I wrote on the glossy photograph "To my best friend Tomas" and then signed it "Rondell Harris", I somehow knew that stepping through that mirror portal with Basil had inexplicably turned me into a black man. I quickly looked around. Although I saw the mirror we must have come through, Basil was nowhere to be seen. I had to find him in a hurry. That fool owed me an explanation. This wasn't what I'd wanted. He'd never said anything about us turning into black men in this reality. Where the hell was that little weasel? "Is something wrong, Mr. Harris?" smiled a leggy redheaded young woman with the most incredible rack I'd ever seen in my life. She was one hot total babe with a voice that simply oozed sex. She wasn't all that bad for a white woman. I just hoped she wouldn't be too offended once she noticed just how much I was noticing her. "Maybe you can help me out, sweetheart," I smiled. "There was another man with me when I arrived here a few minutes ago," I explained. "Did you see him? Do you have any idea where he went, miss?" The young redhead grinned at me for a moment, then suppressed a laugh. "I didn't go anywhere, Mr. Harris. I'm still right here." Her grin widened at my look of total bewilderment. "I suppose you'll want me to start calling you Rondell here instead of Ralph." I stared at the hot redheaded young woman. "You can't possibly be Basil, babe. You're a woman." "I'm so glad you finally noticed the obvious," replied Basil. "And I did notice just how much you were noticing me, Rondell. You should be ashamed of yourself for thinking those kinds of thoughts about me, big boy. However, to be perfectly honest with you, I'm not surprised that you find this body so attractive. I'm sure I'd feel the same way if our positions were reversed." She flashed that odd smile of hers in my direction. "But you can't very easily continue calling me Basil here; can you? People will look at you funny. You wouldn't want to be put away someplace; would you?" Basil ran her small hand slowly through her long red hair. "Why don't you call me Beth? That's my name here, you know." "Beth?" Somehow I knew that was her name. I definitely had to admit that Beth was a better name for this sexy young redhead than Basil. "Why are you a girl now, Beth?" I asked. "And why am I a black man?" "Why are any of us the way we are?" replied Beth calmly. "Would you feel better if you were blue... or maybe you'd prefer to be green? Either color could be easily arranged." Beth looked at me and sighed. "I suppose I should have told you about these other possibilities instead of letting it come as such a shock. As I've walked among the multitude of realities, I've grown so used to a few things that I seldom think about them anymore. Put simply, there are no guarantees as we walk from world to world, reality to reality. Race and gender, among dozens of other factors, are concepts that totally meaningless and completely inconsequential. On this world, you're a black man because the you that was born here is black. And I'm a woman here, simply because I was born female. That's just the way things are, Rondell. You'll get used to it soon enough." "Are you saying I could have come out of that mirror a woman?" "You catch on quickly. If I hadn't been actively seeking some world where you were a seven foot tall man, then there was a fifty-fifty possibility of that happening, Rondell." As Beth shook her head, her red hair swirled about her shoulders. "To be honest with you, I was also trying to find a world where I wasn't female. I've become many different women in my travels through the realities. But I've never been overly comfortable about being one, especially one with tits the size of large melons. We could move on to the next reality, if you'd like. I would imagine I must be male in some of those nearby worlds." He looked at me hopefully. "Would you like to move on, Rondell? You might become shorter or even taller in one of them. You might become white again. Of course, we might also turn a bright red or a dull khaki color." I smiled at Beth. In spite of her claims, I wondered if she really knew what was going on. "We can stay here for the time being, Beth," I said calmly. She was right about one thing though. What difference did my skin color really make in the overall scheme of things? All that was really important right now was living my dream. And I could live it here as easily as anywhere else. Besides, if I had to have a traveling companion, then Beth was a damn sight easier on the eyes than any male Basil could have ever been. Maybe after the game finished tonight the hot babe and I could go back to my room and... What the hell was I thinking? *** Not that I was surprised, I was a totally dominating force at the game. People constantly cheered for me and no one else but me. I enjoyed every second at the center of their adulation. I felt better about myself than I had in several years. If this was a sample of what it would be like living in this world permanently, then I was all for it. The decision Beth had given me to make was now an easy one. I had no real reasons for ever wanting to return to my old life and reality. And I now had several reasons to remain here where I was. I'd have to find Beth so I could tell her the good news that I was going to remain here. I somehow knew that gorgeous sexy redhead would be thrilled beyond words getting to watch one of those acclimati-whatsits thingies we'd talked about earlier cycle to its ultimate completion. I felt so strong and powerful in this world. This was my life now. Everyone else on the court with me seemed more like annoying little gnats now. I could do as I pleased. I scored basket after basket at will. No one could stop me from scoring. No one could hope to slow me down. The crowd - my throng of rapt adoring fans - loved every minute of the show I put on for them. Once we were a score of points ahead, my mind started drifting to other subjects. I began thinking more about Beth than the game. Would she want to help me celebrate my decision to stay here? The fact that she'd been Basil or even male before was no longer of any great importance to me. When I looked at that babe now, all I saw was a very pretty redhead with long slinky legs and big firm knockers. That was all that was really important anyway. Who gave a rat's who or even what she'd been before she'd become Beth and my woman. As she'd said herself, we were who we were. And right here and right now in this reality, she was Beth and I was man... a really big man. I was convinced she'd enjoy our time spent in my bed almost as much as I'd enjoy taking her there. Would I be able to convince her to stay with me? There were many ways that might be done. She might object at first, but once she'd fully adjusted to this reality and come to her senses, she'd probably thank me endlessly for my thoughtfulness. She'd have to realize that we were meant to be together. If that hadn't been true, then why had she become Beth when we'd come here? As the time remaining in the game drew inexorably slowly towards zero, I drove the lane for another of my many slam dunks. However, one of those many inconsequential little gnats on the floor got in my way as I went for the slammer. As I fell over him and tumbled to the floor, my knee began twisting in a way no one's knee had ever been designed to bend. An intense stabbing pain in my knee unlike anything I'd ever experienced before immediately followed that. As my consciousness began fading, I knew I was about to pass out from the pain. I heard the referee's whistle blow. More importantly than just who might have just fouled whom, I heard that that sickening sound of splintering bone. *** The next thing I knew I was waking up in a bed somewhere else. From what I could see of my dull surroundings, I figured I must be in some cheap hospital room. That couldn't possibly be a good sign. As I remembered what had last happened to me, I shuddered. Looking down at my knee, I found it, as well as most of my leg, encased in a solid fiberglass cast. That definitely couldn't be a good sign either? I was going to be on the shelf for a while. Most likely, it was going to be a long while. "How are you feeling this morning, Mr. Harris?" said a nurse as she poked her head inside the room. "I'm your nurse, Yasmine." Morning? How long had I been out? "Like shit warmed over, Yasmine," I snapped at the good-looking dark-haired nurse. "What the hell did you expect me to feel like?" She hesitantly smiled back; she'd probably heard that I had a temper. "I'll go tell the doctor you're awake, Mr. Harris." "Do that, Yasmine," I grumbled, as I wondered where Beth might be. I hoped that stupid bitch hadn't skipped out on me. At the same time, I wondered if Yasmine thought I was a total asshole. I'd have to make it up to her. For what I had in mind, I hoped the cast wouldn't get in the way. As if on cue, Beth entered the room and sat down in the chair next to my bed. "You don't look too bad off, Rondell," she smiled weakly. "Did it hurt as much as it looked like it did?" "No," I scowled back. "It probably hurt a lot worse, you stupid bitch. I've never felt such terrible pain in my life." "I imagine you want to leave here." "Whatever gave you that idea?" I didn't really think she meant the hospital. "Why didn't you come here earlier?" "I came as soon as I could, but I couldn't visit you until after you came out of surgery," replied Beth. "I've also talked to your doctor. You should be able start walking without a brace in just a few short months, but your basketball career here is over and done." "No kidding, bitch." I didn't know why I was so angry with Beth. It wasn't her fault I was laid out in this damn bed. Well maybe it was, at least in part. I wouldn't have been here now if not for her. However, I'd known from the horrible sound of it that my injury had been pretty serious. "When can we leave this damn hell hole?" I saw no reason to remain here now. My dream was over and done here. It had been canceled with extreme prejudice. Everything would become far worse here than had ever been the case in my home reality. I sure as hell didn't need anyone's pity. "Soon," replied Beth. "It would have taken too much effort to get you to a mirror so I brought a portable one along with me." There was suddenly a full-length mirror lying on the floor along the side my bed. Portable? I had no idea where she could have possibly had a mirror that huge stashed, but I wasn't about to complain. It was a means to an end. I just wanted to get the hell out of this damn place as soon as possible. The sooner we were gone from miserable place the better I'd like it. "What about my knee and my leg?" I asked curiously, as Beth struggled to push me to the edge of the bed. "What about them?" she replied coldly. "You broke them into multiple pieces here, Rondell. The surgery it took to patch you together was performed here. When we move on to another reality, your knee and leg should mend and be as good as new, provided of course you didn't fracture them just as badly or worse there as well." "That's nice to know," I smiled, as I suddenly copped a feel of her surprisingly firm ass. I wasn't sure I knew why I'd done it, but her ass just felt so good in my hand. Beth turned and slapped my face. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Rondell?" "Just what comes natural, hot stuff. Don't blame me that you're such a totally hot babe in this reality, Beth," I smiled impishly at her. "Besides, you owe me this one, bitch. And I want to be paid right now." Impulsively, I pulled her closer and kissed her. "How did you like that, babe?" I asked as I let her catch her breath. "I'd be lying if I told you I hadn't been thinking about you and me doing this and more since the first time I saw you... or rather that first time I saw this side of you." Beth glared at me again. I had this funny feeling she was about to slap me again. Instead, she grabbed my arm firmly and yanked me - none too gently I might add - so that I fell out of the bed and we tumbled straight into the mirror on the floor. *** "Damn my luck! I don't believe I'm still a woman," groused Beth, once we were safely on the other side of the mirror. I stared at her for several seconds. She was definitely still a woman; that was obvious. She might have been all of five foot tall, assuming she was standing on a rather thick telephone book. But even more surprising were her pale blue skin, her big inviting green eyes, and her thick curly mass of dark orange hair. Even in this new form, she still looked totally hot and stunningly sexy. "You shouldn't stare so hard, Raric Harris," she said in a sensually charged soprano. "Your eyes just might fall out of your head." "They're my eyes, Brita," I replied. Somehow I'd known her name here just as she'd somehow known mine. "If I want to keep staring at you, my dear, I will. Has anyone told you just how gorgeous you are?" "Do you want to try the next world?" she suddenly asked. "I'm so small here. You can't be more than six inches taller than me now, Raric. You'll never be a member of any basketball team in this world at five and a half feet unless you become the water boy." "That's okay, Brita," I smiled. "I don't think they play basketball here. It's just another silly game that takes time away from those more important activities. Even now, I can think of several other things far more interesting and enjoyable that I wouldn't mind doing here... with you." "You're one sick little puppy," snapped Brita. "I'm not sick at all, my dear. It's all perfectly natural," I smiled back. "I'm just hornier than hell at the moment." As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was surprised at my own blue skin that was perhaps a shade or so darker than Brita's and my own thick curly mop of dark brown hair. "I don't know how you can possibly think about resisting me, Brita. I'm a stud." "I don't believe you and all your rampant damn male hormones." Brita glared at me with total disgust, then took a quick look around. "Damn it all anyway. I should have known we'd wind up here if I wasn't careful. This is the one reality that I've ever visited that I'd rather be female. Males here are little more than beasts. They simply have no control of their emotions or themselves. They're only really good for one thing. Fortunately, they do it well. A male is just some studly bimbo with a one-track mind stuck in overdrive. Whenever you put a male anywhere near a female in this weird reality, all he can think of doing is fucking her repeatedly." "That doesn't sound so bad to me," I smiled. "When do you want to get started with the fucking, you hot and sexy little green-eyed blue vixen? I'm sure I can fuck you for a few days before you finally wear out." "Jackass," mumbled Brita. "You have clearly developed the obligatory one-track mind." "Isn't it wonderful, babe?" I replied with a lusty leer as I removed my shirt and dropped my pants. "I'm sure you must love what you see. We should quit wasting time talking nonsense now and get down to some serious fucking." "No way!" "Be that way, Brita." I began sulking following her latest rebuff. Why was she always doing this me? Even though I still knew she'd been a male before, she definitely wasn't anywhere close to being a male now. I certainly couldn't understand what might be wrong with her either. I knew it couldn't possibly be me; everyone knew it was generally the girl's fault when trouble started. "If you don't want to fuck me, you dumb bitch, then I wanna go home. So there." "Finally," grumbled Brita. "You don't have to leave. You want someone to fuck than you can fuck me if you want, Raric," smiled a dark green haired girl with light green skin. "I'd simply enjoy being your hot little fuck bunny. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would have never believed you'd actually refused him, Brita. Just look at him! All the girls want him, because he's a hot stud hung like a large woolly mammoth. When he gets in one of his moods, he's too fantastic for mere words to describe." "I don't need any of this shit right now. Just back off, Synala," snapped Brita. "He said he wanted to go home and home's exactly where I'm taking him." "I see," replied Synala cynically. "This was all some dumb game you were playing all along, you slut. You didn't want anyone else knowing how much you really wanted him." I suddenly felt much better knowing that Brita still wanted me. "I knew it, Brita. I just knew you wanted me as much I wanted you." "Why me?" Brita slowly shook her head. "You two deserve each other. You're two of the same damn kind. I'd almost forgotten that the green-skinned women of this reality are even worse than any of the males. I should just leave you here with her, Raric," snarled Brita. "But you're a dumb male and don't know what you're doing. And I gave you my word. Once I get you back to your home plane I'm throwing you into the shower and turning the cold water on full force. I hope it has an glacial ice water setting." Brita then grabbed me forcibly by the arm - be still my heart at the touch of my one and only beloved - and pulled me back into the mirror again. *** "That's ever so much better," said Basil. "I'm a man again. If I ever become a woman again, it will be far too soon." However, he wasn't exactly the same Basil I remembered him being. He was fairly close to being the same man. However, there was just something I couldn't put a finger on that was somehow different abouthim now. Unless it was my imagination, I thought he might be a little taller than he'd been before, but I wasn't entirely sure whether he was or wasn't. I simply couldn't tell what might be different about him. Nor was Basil the only one that had changed as we had once more traversed between worlds. I wasn't overly surprised that I'd changed form again. After all, I'd already been altered twice as we'd moved between the realities. It had, however, taken me a few additional minutes to realize my most recent change was far more extensive than I'd ever imagined possible. As much as I wished he had, Basil hadn't been lying about those possibilities. At the same time, we clearly weren't where we were supposed to be. "I thought we were returning to my home reality, Basil. This most definitely isn't it," I snarled in this soft lilting soprano voice I couldn't believe escaped from my own throat. My long soft hair fell over my shoulders and down to the middle of my back. Without thinking about what I was doing, I cupped one of my new oversized full breasts and began nimbly fingering my highly sensitive nipples. This quite simply wasn't my reality at all. "What the hell are you up to now?" Why did my voice have to sound so sexy? "Did you think I'd fail to notice being a woman here, Basil?" "Of course not. We - or rather you, that is - were simply blocked off from returning to your home reality, Rhonda dear," replied Basil. "This nearby reality was the closest to your own world as I was capable of bringing you. As you've already noticed, things are a little different here." A little? That was an understatement. Fortunately, I wasn't all that concerned or even worried about Basil calling me Rhonda. Since I now appeared to be female, I figured that Rhonda was as good a name as any for me here. And somehow I just knew that Rhonda was my name. I wasn't overly thrilled about that 'dear' he appended. I also wondered - for a moment or two - why he was called Basil here. But I had other concerns to deal with first. "How could I possibly be blocked off from returning to my own reality, Basil?" "I don't actually know. From what I know of the theory, something like shouldn't have been possible." "Oh really." I wondered if that was just a load of bullshit. "It sure looks like someone must have figured out some way to make it possible somehow," I sneered snidely at Basil. "If it still wasn't possible, then we'd be there instead of here right now. Wouldn't we?" Basil shook his head. "I wonder. It's almost too simple a solution," he mused. "Could it be possible that's the answer?" "Could what be possible?" "It's an intriguing notion," replied Basil. "If the theory involved is as sound as it now appears to be, such a blockage might exist under certain improbable conditions." "What kinds of conditions - improbable or otherwise - are we talking about?" "The most common condition would likely result from one of your alternate selves from yet another reality currently occupying your former place in your own original reality. That might prevent you from returning." Basil looked at me and shook his head. "I know this is all so confusing for you. However, to be perfectly honest with you, Rhonda, I can't believe any of your alternate selves would ever be even slightly interested in assuming your original life as Ralph. It's a ludicrous thought." I saw his point, but it didn't really change anything. "How did my alternate self get in there to take over my life?" "Someone must have taken him or her there," replied Basil. "I'd put my money on an alternate me, even though I've never met another me capable of traversing these different realities as I do. It could be cataclysmic if we ever met." "What are you planning to do about correcting this mess?" I grumbled. "I don't want to remain a girl for the rest of my life." "Just relax, Rhonda," smiled Basil. "I'll investigate this further. It's probably some stupid miscommunication foul-up. I doubt you'd ever believe all the paperwork involved that's intended to prevent stupid foul-ups like this one. I don't imagine it will take very long to straighten everything out." He gave me a rather strange look. "You know you'll have to remain here while I'm gone, of course." I didn't like the way he kept smiling at me. Nor did I like that odd glint I kept seeing in his eyes. "Once I return here, I should have no further trouble getting you home." Basil walked slowly over to the mirror. "You should try to relax just a little, Rhonda. I'm sure that a little nap will do you a world of good. I'm also convinced some refreshing sleep will make you feel a whole lot better about everything. I'm sure I'll be back before you know it, my dear." Basil then turned away from me. As he stepped into the mirror, he vanished. I hoped his alternate self was a nice person. But how could he possibly meet his alternate self? My alternate self being in my reality had blocked me from returning there. I couldn't help but think that Basil hadn't exactly told me the whole truth. All of a sudden, I yawned. I tried to fight it off, but simply couldn't. I didn't know why I suddenly felt so tired and sleepy. However, it had been a very long - as well as one incredibly weird - day. I began thinking Basil might be right about that nap. What possible harm could there be in taking forty short little winks? Besides, it wasn't as if I was going anywhere any time real soon. I was stuck right here until after Basil returned. Deciding to explore my new surroundings, I picked one of the doors at random and opened it. I was surprised - yet somehow not that surprised - at discovering the room was a large bedroom. The huge bed sitting in the middle of the room looked so comfortable and so inviting. I went inside the room. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Without thinking too much about it, I sprawled out on the soft comfortable bed. Even though I'd considered it, sleeping hadn't been my highest priority as I'd lain down. However, the bed was just too comfortable and the pillow on which I rested my head was so soft and inviting that I couldn't possibly resist. It wasn't very long before I'd fallen fast asleep. *** When I awoke - I had no idea how long I might have slept - I felt a little confused and disoriented. It took me a few moments to realize I wasn't in my own reality. Was this Basil's reality? All that weight on my chest also felt somewhat disconcerting until I remembered on this world I was female just as Basil had been in the previous two realities of which we'd briefly been a part. I didn't exactly remember going to bed naked, but that was way I'd awakened. I marveled at how large and firm my new breasts were. It was just too bad they were hanging so proudly on my chest instead of some real girl's. That's where they belonged. I couldn't keep from smiling as I remembered I was a real girl in this world. That made me also wonder if Basil now had thoughts about me like those I'd had about Beth and Brita. I certainly hoped not. At the same time, I would have been surprised - maybe even just a little disappointed - if he hadn't. As Raric, I suddenly remembered, I'd stripped in order to impress Brita. I hadn't been wearing very much when we'd entered the portal. I didn't think I donned any more clothes in the time I'd been here. Maybe I had been naked when I'd taken my nap and just not realized it before now. If that were true, then Basil had seen me naked. I wondered why that didn't bother me as much as I thought it should. Feeling curious about my appearance, I rose from the bed and headed for the mirror sitting atop the dresser against the wall. The nearer I approached the dresser and mirror, the more apprehensive I felt about seeing my reflection. I was being so silly. However, when I finally looked into the mirror, I was surprised at the sight of my reflection. I stood five foot seven and probably weighed right around 124 pounds. I was a blue-eyed blonde with big tits and a hot shapely bod. In addition to all that - even though I found it somewhat embarrassing to be thinking of myself that way - I was one very pretty girl, very definitely a hot fox. But none of that was why I'd been surprised seeing my reflection. I'd been through the mirror portal and come out this end as a woman - a really hot babe. My form had changed both previous times through the mirror and I'd fully expected it to change again this time as well. But it hadn't at all. That was me, Rhonda Harris, being reflected from the surface of the mirror. Even though I knew I'd been a man before arriving in this reality, I also knew I was still the hot sexy young woman I'd always been. I'd originally been Ralph and male. I knew that as well as I knew my name was now Rhonda. On successive changes in my reality, I'd become Rondell and Raric, both male. I remembered it all so clearly. It was just that being one of them and a man didn't seem all that important or relevant anymore. I wondered if Basil might have done something to me. I wasn't too sure I trusted him. But he wasn't even here. I'd felt fine before he'd left. What could he have possibly done to me? Deciding I'd better get dressed, I picked out several things I just somehow knew I'd look good wearing. I liked the feel of the silky panties, but decided against wearing a bra. As big and firm as my tits were, I didn't think I really needed one. Besides, I liked the way my nipples poked out from beneath the taut material of my tank top. And the short skirt I'd selected showed off my long slender legs to their best advantage. I also decided to forego shoes for now. I wasn't going outside any time soon and I'd always enjoyed going barefooted. As I left my room, I was surprised to see three other girls - all equally pretty and as well-endowed as me - in the room where Basil and I had arrived. "You must be the new girl," smiled the brunette. "Basil told us there'd be a new girl here today," said the redhead. "I'm glad I'm no longer the new girl of the group," added the blonde. New girl? I wasn't sure I knew exactly what they meant by that. And yet, in spite of knowing I'd been a girl my whole life, I also knew I'd only been a girl for a short while now. "I suppose you could call me a new girl," I replied. "I knew it," said the brunette. "Basil's been at it again." "I can tell you'll be happy here," added the redhead. "We're all happy living here together." "Who are you girls?" I asked them curiously. Clearly, they were all friends of Basil's, but he had said nothing to me about expecting more company. But were they even company? The redhead had said they were living there. Why hadn't Basil told me anything about them? Was he afraid I'd be jealous? "My name is Rhonda," I smiled at them. I felt no great need to include my Harris surname in my self-introduction. For some reason, it just didn't seem necessary any longer. "That's the name of the girl Basil told us we should expect to arrive today," smiled the blonde. "My name's Nicole, but everyone calls me Nikki." "I'm Skylar," smiled the redhead. "And my name's Yvette," added the brunette. Nikki came over and kissed me. "You taste real good, Rhonda." She smiled at me mischievously. "Let me taste her too," grinned Yvette just as playfully. She kissed me long and hard. Strangely, I felt myself dampening at my crotch. At the same time, I wondered why I considered this dampness down there in any way strange or unusual. Even though I'd only been one a short while, I knew that a damp crotch was perfectly normal for a sexually aroused girl like me. Besides, this wasn't the first time I'd become so hot and aroused by a kiss from a beautiful young woman. "My turn now," said Skylar. She kissed me even longer and harder than Yvette had just done. My crotch was well on its way to being soggy. My knees weakened, then buckled. One of the girls - I don't know which one - caught me in her arms before I could fall to the floor. One thing was certain. Whichever of them had caught me was very definitely far stronger than I would have guessed any of them might have been. The four of us sank slowly to the floor. I had no idea just when it had actually happened, but I was naked again. And so were the other three girls. Our clothes were in a jumbled heap nearby. Just looking at their incredibly sexy bodies made me feel all hot and bothered. I hoped they felt same way about my own hot sexy body. But why did I think that was somehow wrong? As I lay on my back on the floor, I closed my eyes. One of the girls began kissing my lips. The second was soon caressing my large breasts and tweaking my sensitive nipples. The last one had swiftly busied herself and her highly skillful tongue at my wet and constantly growing wetter crotch. I didn't know which was which to me. Nor did I particularly care who was doing what to me. As long as it was getting done was all I was concerned about. I had this odd feeling these three girls were interchangeable parts of a larger and greater whole. Whatever one of them did well, I was certain they all did well. But I could worry about their many skills later... much later. Right now, wave after wave of incredible pleasure washed through mybody. It was unbelievable; it defied description. I was engulfed by a torrential flood of orgasms, I wished would never come to an end. *** That was how Basil found the four of us, when he finally returned. Although I didn't know how much time had passed since he'd left, I didn't particularly give a damn either. I was no longer worried about much of anything. "Having fun, Rhonda?" he asked. His question broke the mood we were in, as we scampered to our feet. I hoped Basil wasn't angry with me. I hadn't intended doing with his girls what the four of us had done together. It had just sort of happened. At the same time, I damn well wasn't going to apologize for what we'd done either. And when, not if, I got another chance, I'd sure as hell do it all over again. But Basil didn't look even the least bit angry with us at all. In fact, he seemed more pleased with this totally girl orgy scene he'd returned to than anything else. And of the four of us standing naked in front of him, I was clearly the only one surprised by his reaction. "Are you ready to go home now, Rhonda?" he asked. He had that strange look in his eyes again that both worried and intrigued me. "Home?" I asked. "What do you mean?" Why hadn't I noticed what an incredibly handsome hunk Basil was before now? "I thought I was home." "Of course." Basil smiled. "I suppose I should have said your home plane of reality, Rhonda." He looked over at the mirror. "I've fixed the snafu there; it was a simple communications error just as I'd expected. I can return you to your old life now." I felt suddenly confused. Return to my old life? Why would I want to do that? "I think she wants to stay here, Basil," said Nikki. "That's right," agreed Yvette. She turned to me and smiled. "You do want to stay here with us; don't you, Rhonda?" Truthfully, I was confused. I wasn't too sure I knew what I wanted. "She'll be a lot happier here with us, Basil," argued Skylar. "I'm sure you know that as well as we do. In fact, I doubt she would even be here now if you didn't already know that." She turned to me, then lightly ran her soft hand through my blonde hair. "Even you must know you'd be better off remaining here than anywhere else you could go." "It's your choice, Rhonda. It's always been your choice," he smiled. "What'll it be? Stay here in our reality. Or return to your own?" Clearly, Basil wanted an answer from me as soon as possible. I looked first at Nikki, then over at Yvette, and finally at Skylar. At that moment, I realized she was right. I would be happier here. Once I'd thought about it rationally and considered my options, the decision hadn't been that difficult to make. "I'm staying here, Basil," I announced. The girls smiled at me. Oddly, so did Basil. I wondered just how long he had been expecting me to make this decision to stay. "Are you sure that's what you want to do, Rhonda?" Basil smiled at me. Once more he had that odd glint in his eyes. It didn't seem to bother me as much as it had before. I wondered why he'd asked me that question. I was convinced he'd known I'd decide on staying even before I'd known I would. "I'm positive," I replied. "Why would I ever want to return there? I have friends here, who like me just for the girl I am." I looked over towards the girls and saw them nodding their heads in agreement. "Nobody even liked the man I was there all that much. Why should I go back to a life I despised and where people despised me? Why would I ever want to leave this one behind to return there?" I looked over at the girls, winking at each of them in turn. "Besides, I've decided I like being a girl. It's a lot of fun." "Then you may stay here with us, Rhonda," replied Basil. He had that odd smile again. My decision to stay in this world had definitely pleased him. I still wondered why that was. The girls cheered Basil's announcement. Clearly they were also happy about my decision to stay. After what we done earlier in the day - or was it the night - I figured I knew why that was. I couldn't really blame them a bit. But they couldn't possibly have been happier than I was about my decision to stay. Even though it meant remaining a girl for the rest of my life, it just seemed the right thing to do. And yet, why did I have this odd feeling that the girls had also known Basil would let me stay? What could they possibly be holding over his head to make him do whatever they wanted him to do? "Is there something else you might need, Rhonda?" asked Basil. I smiled as I thought about his question. Suddenly, I knew exactly what the other girls had on Basil. It was so perfectly obvious to me now that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it before. I'd have to get that same power over Basil. And I already knew just how I'd get it. "When we first met, you told me all you expected out of this was the satisfaction of seeing me living a happy life. Do you remember saying that, Basil dear?" "Of course, I do." "Did you mean it?" "I say nothing I don't mean, Rhonda." Basil smiled. "You'll find out just how true that is in time." "Good. I'm going to help you become more satisfied than you can possibly imagine," I smiled at him that same way he'd been smiling at me. "Without your help in this little matter, I doubt I'll ever be as truly happy as I could be." "What did you have in mind?" he grinned. "Anything I have is yours." "Anything?" I knew I had him wrapped around my little finger now. "I thought we could go to my room, Basil," I smiled suggestively. "I was sort of thinking you could fuck me for a while. I'd sure be a lot happier girl if you'd fuck me for the next few hours." "I'm sure you would. I'd be more than happy to oblige you in this matter, my dear," replied Basil. He slid his arm around my waist, then lightly brushed his lips against mine. I felt the electricity start rushing through my body right away. He turned to the other girls. "We don't want to be disturbed for the next few hours." "Whatever you say, Basil," chorused the girls. For a moment I wondered if I'd made a mistake. But that thought fled from my mind quickly. I was about to get fucked by Basil. How could that possibly be any kind of mistake? As we entered my room, I closed the door behind us. All I could really think about was how happy I'd soon be. *** "Do either of you think Rhonda was a gullible as a man as she is now?" asked Nikki, once Basil and Rhonda had left the room. "Perhaps," replied Yvette. "Perhaps not," added Skylar. "We all know how deviously clever Basil can be when it comes to getting his own way." "But alternate realities?" asked Nikki. "That's just so totally unbelievable." "Unbelievable or not, it's the truth," said Yvette. "You've got to be kidding." "No, I don't. We were there; we played our parts," smiled Skylar. "As the green-skinned Synala, I offered myself to Raric when Brita declined." "And Rondell was such a stupid prick while I was his nurse Yasmine," added Yvette. "He wanted me; I could feel it. Men like him always want me. But he was so filled with so much anger about his injury. He also lusted after Beth. That was all just part of Basil's plan, you know." "Raric felt the same burning lust for Brita. That too was a part of Basil's plan. Basil's such a sneaky little bastard, you know." "But we wouldn't want it any other way," grinned Yvette. "You both went off to an alternate reality?" asked Nikki. "That's not very fair. When did you do that? Why didn't I get to go to an alternate reality too?" "It's perfectly fair, Nikki dear. Skylar and I are the senior girls here." Yvette brushed her silky brunette hair away from the front of her face. "When you and I were alone earlier, Skylar was off being Synala." "And when Yvette was playing the part of Yasmine the nurse, we were together," added Skylar. "I don't know why you're even complaining about this, Nikki. You got to stay here and have fun with both of us. We had to go off and work." Suddenly, the girls heard muffled, yet unmistakable, female screams of pleasure from behind the door of Rhonda's room. "Geez, I don't believe this. Another screamer," smiled Yvette. "So it would seem," said Skylar. "I hope Basil isn't falling into a predictable pattern." She looked towards Nikki, then over at Yvette. "Do you think he might have discovered some way of telling which men would become screamers as women?" "Perhaps. I sure hope not," replied Yvette. But after a look across at Nikki, she quickly added, "Maybe it's something simpler than that. Nikki and Rhonda are both blondes. Maybe all blondes are screamers." "Our sample's a little too small to conclude that. Nikki and Rhonda being both blonde and screamers might be nothing more than mere coincidence." "I'll take your word for it. You're the scientist, Skylar." Yvette smiled at the redhead. "Or at least... you were." "That's no more important now than any stock tips you might still have." "Why have you both changed the subject?" asked Nikki. "I still want to know why I didn't get to go to an alternate reality just like you did." "We told you, Nikki." "I'm going to complain to Basil about this shit," objected Nikki. "It's just not fair at all for you guys to get to go to alternate realities just because you've been girls longer than I have." "Just chill out, Nikki." "Leave Basil out of this," said Yvette. "It won't do you any good to rock the boat." "We'll see about that," smirked Nikki. "Aside from being so stubborn, I don't know what your problem is, girl," replied Skylar. "We were just yanking your chain," added Yvette. "You were still the new girl then." "Besides, Basil probably would have used you if they'd had to go to another reality." Skylar smiled at the blonde. "It just wasn't necessary to use you this time. Ralph simply adjusted quicker than Basil expected. That's why they came back here so early." "Back?" queried Nikki. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean. Are you saying our reality is also Rhonda's?" "Of course it is," replied Skylar. "That's how it all works." "That's not what I meant." Nikki looked at each girl in turn. "This is also Ralph's true reality. Isn't it." "She catches on very quickly, Skylar. I always knew she'd turn out to be a very bright girl." Yvette smiled at Nikki. "I could have never said the same thing about your former male self." Nikki glared at Yvette, but said nothing more to her. How could she argue with her, when she agreed with her totally? Nikki knew she'd been a dumb shit when she'd been a man. She turned to Skylar. "If this is Ralph's reality, then why is she Rhonda now?" "Why are any of us girls here, my dear?" asked Skylar. "Just as they returned from Raric's reality, Basil used his power to shift Ralph's form into Rhonda's. She never even noticed she was momentarily her true real self." "Basil told her that cock and bull story, so she'd begin to believe she was female," added Yvette. "He needed her to believe her change was permanent, so he could work on making it permanent. All he needed to do once she was convinced she'd always be female was fuck her." Once again, the girls heard muffled, yet distinctly female, screams of pleasure coming from behind the door of Rhonda's room. "If it wasn't before, I'm sure it's definitely permanent now," remarked Yvette. "But if that girl keeps screaming her head off like that, I might have to hurt her." "Are you saying he lied to R...R..." Nikki shook her head slowly. "Are you saying Basil lied to Rhonda?" Nikki looked very confused. "Why can I no longer say Rhonda's former male name?" "It's part the spell. There must have still been a little doubt in her mind before those last screams. Once Rhonda fully accepted she was Rhonda, her former male name disappeared from all of our minds," explained Skylar. "It was the same with all of us. We all remember being originally male. We all remember that the others were male. But none of us remember names." "As far as Basil lying to Rhonda, are you that gullible yourself or simply naive?" asked Yvette. "Of course, he lied to Rhonda. He's lied to you. He's lied to me. He's lied to Skylar. That man would lie to his own mother if he thought it would help him get whatever he wanted." "When did Basil ever lie to me?" asked Nikki. "She's clearly in some kind of denial," smiled Skylar. "I think she's just naive about men," replied Yvette. "She hasn't been a girl long enough to realize the full truth about Basil and his powers." "Don't talk about me like I wasn't here," snapped Nikki. "I still want to know when Basil lied to me." "Very well. He told you your transformation was permanent." "Wasn't it?" "Not when he told you it was." "It didn't actually become permanent until he took your virginity. Once he'd fucked you, you were simply fucked in more ways than one." Nikki stared at the other girls, not knowing what to think. "If it wasn't permanent, then it might have worn off eventually. I might have become him again." "Would you have liked that, Nikki?" "Hell no! What kind of ignorant dimwit do you think I am?" asked Nikki. "Why would I ever want to be him again? I'm glad Basil fucked me and made me permanently a girl." "Clearly, another part of the spell, just as you said before, Yvette." "I'd hoped I was wrong." Another scream of pleasure was suddenly heard behind the door, where Basil and Rhonda were continuing their playful activities. "Shit! I'm really getting a little tired of that," scowled Yvette. "Rhonda's not the only horny girl around this place." "I'll second that. Why is Rhonda hogging Basil to herself?" Skylar looked at the other girls. "Are either of you thinking the same thing I'm thinking?" she smiled mischievously. "I'd be surprised if I wasn't," smiled Nikki in an equally playful manner. "As long as Basil and Rhonda are locked up together having fun, then why shouldn't we have just as much fun among ourselves? It seems only fair." "It sure does. I agree whole-heartedly," said Yvette. "Let the orgy commence." With that the three girls sank to the floor and were soon intertwined with one another. They were glad they hadn't wasted any time putting their clothes on when Basil and Rhonda had left the room. They were definitely not about to let Rhonda and Basil have all the fun. Besides, weren't three of a kind far better than some lousy pair? THE END