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The Heir By Morpheus My Aunt Elyse was a special woman. She was not only tall and beautiful, but kind and generous as well. And she often had a feint smile, almost as if she was on in some private joke, which the rest of the world was unaware of. But Aunt Elyse also had a bit of a hard side as well. I'd once seen her verbally castrate a waiter because he had been rude to her at a restaurant we were eating at. And another time, she had given similar treatment to a woman who had insulted me, driving her to tears. Whenever I thought of my Aunt Elyse, I couldn't help thinking of her three most noticeable... talents. She had a talent for making money without much effort. She had a way of always being sexy, seemingly without even trying. And of course, she had a knack of always getting her way, which may have been related to her first two talents. There was no doubt that Aunt Elyse would have been my favorite aunt, were it not for the fact that she was also my only aunt. So it came as quite a blow when the news came that she had died in a car accident. Just a short time later, during the reading of the will, I was in for another surprise. I nearly feinted when they read the line from the will, "I hereby declare my nephew Joshua Chambers as my sole heir..." I was completely shocked. After all, I was only 16 years old and I had just inherited a few million dollars. Of course, there were a few conditions that were stated in the will as well. For one I would have to move into my aunt's house and into her old bedroom and live there by myself for a week, within a month of the will being read. And then I would also have to live in her house by myself for at least two weekends a month until I turned 18. My mom and dad were of course surprised that they hadn't been left anything, but they didn't seem to be at all mad about it. I didn't understand why Aunt Elyse hadn't left them anything either. Perhaps it was because she had taken such good care of them while she was still alive, even paying off their mortgage. All that I knew though was that my parents seemed oddly accepting of my being named heir, and of the conditions. So there I was, two weeks after the reading of the will and I was standing in front of my aunt's house...bags clutched in my hands. My parents were standing behind me, apparently not bothered the least by the fact that I was going to be left alone for the next week. "Take care of yourself Josh," my mom told me with a gentle smile. My dad just nodded. "See you in a week..." And with that, they both turned and left. I stared at them in surprise. They hadn't even gone into the house with me. Nor had my mom even said a word about making sure to call her once a day or some other similar thing. "It looks like I'm on my own," I said, feeling a bit excited yet nervous at the same time. I hesitated a moment, took a deep breath and then stepped through the front door. As soon as I was inside, I took a slow look around, already knowing my way around the house as I had visited it countless times. This house was only on the other side of the town where I lived with my mom and dad, though technically it might be considered as being in the next town over. The house itself was pretty large. In fact, it had two stories, with six bedrooms on the second floor, even if one of them had been converted into a storage room. But by contrast, the yard itself was fairly small, not really any bigger than that of my mom and dad's house. Aunt Elyse hadn't liked gardening or lawn work. I felt a little nervous as I just stood there inside the doorway, realizing that this was the first time that I'd ever been in that house all by myself. And though I knew that this house and everything in it was now technically mine, I doubted that I would ever think of it as anything other than Aunt Elyse's. And the thought of her just reminded me of how sad I was that she was gone. Then after a minute, I dropped my bags to the ground and decided to look around. It wasn't as though I was really exploring new territory, but everything had a different look to it without Aunt Elyse there. I front of me, there was the wide staircase that went up to the second floor, and I knew that in the back of the house there was a spiral metal staircase as well. But I only glanced at that for a moment, deciding not to go upstairs just yet. Other than the six bedrooms, the only things up there were the bathrooms. First, I went into the entertainment room, pausing to look at the huge plasma screen TV that was along one wall. There was also a very nice surround sound, stereo and entertainment system built into the wall, as well as a couple of comfortable looking recliners. This room was probably the most up to date and modern room in the whole house, and I suspected that it would be where I spent most of my time over the next week. Next I went to the kitchen, which was twice the size of the one that we had at home. I didn't know much about kitchens, but I knew that my mom wished she had one like it. And I didn't even bother looking in the fridge, already knowing that my folks had come in the day before and made sure it was stocked up with all the food I could possibly need for the next week. There was of course a nice dining room, but I passed by that, the pantry and the laundry room and went into the living room instead. It was decorated with a lot of old Victorian style furniture, which I knew Aunt Elyse had been fond of. Just about everything in that room was expensive and fancy looking, but the room itself seemed more for impressing visitors than for actually spending any real time in yourself. Then finally, I arrived into the den. It was actually a fairly decent sized room that was set up for multiple purposes, including entertaining guests. It had always been one of my favorite rooms to spend time in, because it seemed a little more ordinary and down to earth. The far wall was covered with bookshelves and lined with everything from an encyclopedia set and the works of such classic authors as Shakespeare, Victor Hugo and Mark Twain, to more modern works such as Harry Potter, The DaVinci Code and some trashy romance novels. And of course, there were even several comfortable looking chairs sitting close by for convenient reading. Along the wall to my left was a foosball table, a pool table and somewhat more normal table, which seemed perfect for such things as pool games. I don't know how many games of Yatzee and chess I had played with Aunt Elyse at that very table. And then to the wall on my right, there was a small bar and the liquor cabinet. I was a little surprised when I noticed that my parents hadn't emptied it out when they'd come to the house the day before. But not only was the bar still full of all the varied forms of alcohol, but the wine rack next to it was still full as well. "I guess they forgot," I mused. Then I grinned, realizing what an opportunity this might be for me. I had the whole house to myself for a week, and I had the keys to the liquor cabinet. I could easily try that stuff out and my folks wouldn't even know. "I can have a party," I gasped. For a moment, I allowed myself to smile at the thought of inviting a bunch of kids I knew over and throwing a huge party. We could drink, crank the music up and have an absolute blast, without my parents even knowing. It would make me really popular too. But then reality settled in. I knew that with big parties that didn't have adult supervision, things were likely to get broken or smashed. And as I realized that these were now MY things, that was the last thing that I wanted to happen. "I guess a party is out," I sighed. Besides, it wasn't like I really knew a whole lot of kids that I could invite anyway. Not to mention the fact that it was summer vacation and I had no idea how to get hold of most of the kids in my school either. After this, I played a couple games of pool with myself, then went back to the entertainment center. And as I had earlier predicted, I spent most of the rest of the day in there, watching DVD's from the decent sized collection, and of course playing video games. I was pretty sure that Aunt Elyse had only bought the game system for me to play when I came over to visit, but then again, she hadn't really hesitated to play the games with me either. Eventually though, I took a break from playing in order to make dinner. It wasn't much of a dinner, but I felt like waffles and those were certainly a lot easier to make than the casserole mom had suggested I try making earlier that morning. I guess it was a good thing that mom had thought to give me a few cooking lessons over the last couple weeks to prepare me for the time that I would be living alone there. But then after dinner, I decided to finally take my stuff up to Aunt Elyse's bedroom... I didn't think that I could ever think of it as my bedroom, especially since none of my aunt's stuff had been removed. The huge walk in closet was still full of all of her clothes. "Wow," I whispered as I slowly looked around the large room. It was at least twice the size of the master bedroom that my parents used. "Impressive." There was a large wooden four posted bed in the middle of the room, which looked as though it could have been an antique, though it was in great shape and could very well have been more recently made as well. And there were other pieces of furniture in the room, such as a large dresser, an armoire, and a makeup table with a large oval mirror on top of it. "Great," I sighed, feeling a bit depressed as every bit of the room reminded me of Aunt Elyse. I wondered if that was her intention when she put the bit in her will about my staying in her room. Then I slowly started to look at the furniture a little more closely. Though I didn't know anything about wood working, I had no doubt that these were all very well made and probably very expensive. I paused for a moment to look into the oval mirror above the makeup desk. A slender but average looking 16 year old boy was reflected back. Suddenly the image in the mirror began to shimmer and blur. A moment later, my image had vanished from it, only to be replaced with an entirely new image. It was the image of a beautiful woman, about 32 years old and with such dark brown hair that it nearly seemed black. She had dark eyes, and a faint smile on her lips, as though amused by some private joke. "Aunt Elyse..." I squeaked out in shock, taking a step back, sure that I was imagining things. Then as if to shock me further, the image spoke. "If you are seeing this," my aunt's reflection stated from the mirror, "then I am dead and you have moved into my home as I required in my will..." All that I could do was stare at the mirror with my eyes bulging out and my mouth hanging open. I was too stunned to think clearly, much less speak. "Please don't be afraid," Aunt Elyse's reflection said reassuringly, "in spite of what you must be thinking, I am not a ghost. What you are seeing is merely a recording. If you know how, you can cause the reflection in a mirror to be delayed until specific conditions have been met... such as my death and your moving in." "My God," I gasped in disbelief. Was that mirror some sort of TV screen? It sure as hell didn't look like it. "I suppose that you must be surprised by all of this," Aunt Elyse said from the mirror, having a faint look of amusement. "You can say that again," I gulped. "And you must have a lot of questions," she continued, "such as how I was able to do a video recording on a mirror. The answer to that is magic. Yes... it does exist, and I obviously know how to use it... to a degree. That is also how I was able ensure your parents would be... agreeable to my will." "What?" I gasped in surprise. "I made your parents promise to accept my will," Aunt Elyse frowned slightly, "albeit without knowledge of what was in it. But I had to be certain that my brother and your mother would keep their promise and not interfere in my will's conditions... so, I cast a spell on them." "What?" I gasped again, realizing that this explained why my mom and dad didn't seem to have any problems with my staying there alone for a week. "You must understand," she pointed out seriously, "that one of the rules of magic is that it can NOT be used upon someone without their consent. Your parents gave that with their promise. I regret the need for that, but this was too important to risk." For a moment, I just stared at Aunt Elyse's reflection, not sure that I could I could absorb all of this. It was just too strange. Dead people don't just show up in your mirror... At least not unless you are on something or need some serious therapy. "Of course you must also be wondering why I chose you as my heir," Aunt Elyse said from the mirror. "That is difficult to explain at the moment. But there is more to being my heir than just accepting what is in my will. Much more. You will have to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you..." I was getting more and more confused as this went on, not to mention more nervous. This talk about having to trust her was definitely leading up to something. And knowing Aunt Elyse, I knew that it had to be something big. "The house and the money is only part of what you will inherit from me," Aunt Elyse told me, looking very serious. "But in order to gain the rest of your inheritance, to learn what it means to be my heir, you will have to trust me. I know that this may not be easy after what I have just told you... but in order to proceed, you will have to say I consent." With that the image in the mirror froze, almost as if put on pause. But perhaps that is exactly what happened. It wasn't like I really understood the magic behind it, or had even believed it in before a couple minutes earlier. In fact, a small part of me still couldn't help doubting it's existence and thinking this some sort of joke, but Aunt Elyse hadn't been the type to play elaborate pranks. It was then that the words she had said sank in. She had told me that I would have to say 'I consent', right after making a very clear point about that rule of magic. I gulped with the realization that she wanted to cast some sort of spell on me. "Oh shit," I whispered. But on the other hand, Aunt Elyse had asked me to trust her. Aunt Elyse had never lied to me before, at least not that I knew of. She had always made a point of being straight forward and honest with just about everyone. And as strange as the situation was, I knew that I did indeed trust her. There was no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't do anything that would hurt me. After a minute of silent thought, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "I consent..." Suddenly the image in the mirror flickered out, then shifted, almost as if jumping to a different scene. And perhaps that was exactly what it was, because Aunt Elyse was sitting in a somewhat different position now. "Thank you," Aunt Elyse smiled to me from the mirror, looking somewhat hopeful. I suspected that she hadn't been sure if I would choose to consent or not, and that she had probably recorded different messages for whatever my choice. Then her expression turned serious again. "Since you have consented to learning of your full inheritance, I must warn you that the coming days will be extremely strange for you. But don't worry... it is only temporary. Just go with flow and have fun with it." Just then I let out a loud yawn, suddenly feeling extremely tired. I didn't know where it had come from, but I felt completely exhausted. It had just hit me without warning. "It will be easier on you if you sleep while this happens," Aunt Elyse said from the mirror with an expression that seemed both apology and amusement. "Good night..." And with that her image faded from the mirror while my own reflection returned. However, I was too exhausted to really notice much at that point. I staggered a bit, letting out another yawn as I slipped off my shoes and pants. Somehow, I just barely managed to get undressed and into bed before sleep claimed me. --- When I woke up in the morning, it was with a faint smile after a good night's sleep. And the dreams... I'd had some strange dreams, though I couldn't actually remember much of them at all, except one about Aunt Elyse talking to me from the mirror. I let out a loud yawn and absently reached between my legs to scratch my balls, as I did just about every morning. However my fingers met... nothing. For a moment, I was confused, realizing that something was wrong. Very wrong. For several seconds, I remained frozen where I was, then I slowly sat up, my feelings of wrongness getting stronger and stronger. Then I slowly looked down at myself, letting out a loud gasp as I did so. My eyes went wide in shock as I saw myself... as I saw my body. "What the..." I gasped in confusion. My body... It... it WASN'T my body. Or at least it sure as hell wasn't the body that I knew. For one, a single glance was enough to tell me that it was undeniably a girl's body. No... It was a woman's body. I had all the curves, including a pair of very prominent bulges on my chest. And there was a very visible absence between my legs. I stared down at myself in complete shock and disbelief, trying to make sense of what had just happened to me. But then I remembered what Aunt Elyse had told me from the mirror. "It wasn't a dream," I whispered in amazement. That answered the questions about how this had happened to me, as well as who had done it. However, it also left a thousand more questions without answers. "My God," I gulped, poking at the big round globes on my chest. They were undeniably real. Then I slowly looked down over my body again, taking in every inch. I took a deep breath as I stared at the spot between my legs. Though I had never seen a naked girl, at least not in real life, there was absolutely no doubting that those were indeed real girl parts. "What did she do to me?" I muttered, remembering Aunt Elyse's statements from the night before. About the only thing that kept me from freaking out was the fact that I knew that Aunt Elyse would never do anything to hurt me, and I remembered her saying something about strange things happening, and about them only being temporary. After a minute, I took a deep breath and carefully climbed out of bed, fully aware of just how odd my body felt. My sense of balance was all off. And those things on my chest felt a little heavy and definitely contributed to the balance issue. "Oh God," I gulped, looking down at myself again and shaking my head in disbelief. That kind of thing just wasn't possible. But then again, neither was having dead relatives talk to you from a mirror. I shook my head, then moved to get a look at myself in the mirror above the makeup table. But as soon as I saw my reflection, I couldn't help but letting out another gasp of shock. That wasn't my face in the mirror, but it was most certainly familiar. "Aunt Elyse," I blurted out. For a brief instant, I had thought that Aunt Elyse was going to talk to me from the mirror again, but her face had a look of shock and disbelief on it, and of course, she was completely naked. As I raised my hand, so did the Aunt Elyse in the mirror. As impossible as it was, I now looked like my aunt. "That's me," I exclaimed, unable to help bur move my hand around to make sure that the mirror was doing the same thing. It was extremely strange to look into the mirror and see Aunt Elyse looking back. God she was gorgeous, even with the first thing in the morning look that I had going on at the moment. Just then the reflection began to shimmer and change. A moment later, Aunt Elyse was still in there looking back at me, but it was with a much more confidant look than how I felt. And then of course, there was the fact that her hair was now done up, she had makeup on and she was dressed. It took me a moment to realize that this was another one of her recorded messages. "I'm sure that this must be a surprise for you," Aunt Elyse said from the mirror, looking somewhat amused. As I stared at it, I noticed that she was wearing different clothes than she had been wearing in the message from the night before. It was pretty obvious that this message had to have been recorded at a different time than the other one. "And I am sure that you would like an explanation," she continued. "As my heir, I want you to understand me better..." Then she paused for a moment before assuring me, "This is only temporary... only for the week. You will be changed back before you go home, so just take advantage of the opportunity and have some fun with it." And with that, the image changed and vanished, leaving my naked version of Aunt Elyse's face in its place. But I could still only stare at the mirror for a moment in surprise. "A week," I whispered, hardly able to believe it. "I'm going to be like this for a week?" The thought was of course shocking, and I could scarcely believe it. But as I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror, I let out a faint sigh. Aunt Elyse wouldn't do anything that would hurt me, and it was only for a week. "A week," I thought aloud. "I can handle a week." And then I looked down at myself, and with a faint smile added, "It might even be interesting..." With that I slowly sat back down on the bed and began to look down at myself a little more carefully. I was a little nervous, but also a bit excited. Now that I knew what was going on, and more importantly, when it would wear off, I wasn't nearly as freaked out about the whole thing. Of course, the fact that I was in a girl's body... in may own aunt's body was kind of embarrassing, and I wouldn't even think about looking at myself that way if there was someone else in the house. But I knew for a fact that I was the only one in the house and would be for a whole week. There was no fear of anyone bursting in on me or finding out what I was doing. "And Aunt Elyse did give me her okay," I mused with a faint but embarrassed smile. Aunt Elyse was a gorgeous woman and had a killer body that women ten years younger would envy. And that just made the fact that I looked like her all the stranger... and all the more exciting. I took my time as I looked over my body, trying to tell myself that it wasn't Aunt Elyse's body... that I just happened to look like her. It made it seem just a little less strange, though not by much. I slowly ran my hands over my body, probably touching nearly every inch of skin on my body. It was so soft and sensitive compared to my normal skin. My hands went to my chest... to my breasts. They were nice firm and round, probably around a large C cup or even a small D, with hardly a hint of any sag. But that just matched the perfect condition that the rest of my body was in. I had a thin firm waist, long legs and good muscle tone. It was hard to believe that Aunt Elyse could be 32 and have a body that good, but certainly not stranger than my being a 16 year old boy and having the same body. As I felt my nipples, I marveled at just how sensitive they were. And the new girl parts between my legs... WOW. Really sensitive. It felt really strange running my finger along that moist little slit that had appeared down there, but kind of nice too. After I had just explored my body for a little while, I climbed off the bed and ran a hand over my breasts, no longer feeling quite so uncomfortable with them. Now that I had familiarized myself with them, and the rest of my body a little, it didn't feel quite as strange, though it was certainly a far cry from actually feeling normal. Now that I had checked out the new body that I would be stuck with for a week, it was time to take care of some slightly more normal things. Such as going to the bathroom. However I realized that going to the bathroom with my new equipment might be anything but normal. Fortunately, going to the bathroom wasn't the ordeal that I had feared. I reminded myself to sit down, and after that, it was pretty much just business as usual. Next it was time for some breakfast, so I grabbed a white silk robe from the back of the bathroom door and slipped it on. It felt VERY nice against my skin. "I could definitely get used to this," I mused as I ran my hand over the silk and felt it rub up against my skin. A moment later, I went down to the kitchen, wondering what I was going to have for breakfast. I had several different types of cereal in the cupboard, so it was only a matter of deciding which one. Of course, I could have made waffles or fried up some eggs, but that seemed like a bit too much work. But as I stood there, looking around the kitchen, I saw the coffee pot sitting on the counter. I frowned slightly, remembering how Aunt Elyse always had a cup for breakfast. Even though I kept seeing her in the mirror, I really missed her. It was almost on a whim that I began to fix up a pot of coffee. I didn't like the stuff and had no interest in drinking it. But at the moment, I thought that brewing up a pot might help me feel a little closer to Aunt Elyse. "As if I could get any closer," I said with a bit of a smile. I had already finished with my cereal by the time that the coffee was ready, though that didn't stop me from pouring a cup. I didn't really intend to drink it, just to sit there with it and perhaps even imagine that I was Aunt Elyse. It was a strange thought, but kind of appealing at the moment. "She did say that she wanted me to understand her," I told myself. Then as I sat there with the cup of coffee in front of me, it just didn't seem right not to at least try it. After all, I had gone through the effort of making the stuff. I took a sip, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. But after putting a little milk in it and tried another sip, it seemed much better. It wasn't until after I had taken my fourth sip that I realized that this was the way that Aunt Elyse always had her coffee. With a bit of cream in it. "Not bad at all," I finally said, beginning to see why Aunt Elyse liked drinking the stuff in the morning. The milk wasn't exactly cream, but it was close enough, and it mellowed the coffee down enough for me to actually enjoy it. And to my surprise, I was enjoying it, and the feeling of wakefulness that it was giving me. Once I had finished with my breakfast and coffee, I stood up and stretched. Then I glanced over at the pot of coffee, debated with the thought of having a second cup and then shrugging it off. One cup would be fine for the moment, though it was kind of nice knowing that there was more there if I did want some later. And with that I made my way back upstairs to the bedroom, and to the large private bathroom that was attached to it. I paused for a moment to look at myself in front of the bathroom mirror, smiling faintly at the sight of Aunt Elyse reflected back. There was no doubt in my mind that it was going to be an interesting week. *** "Oooh...very nice." I let out a long sigh as I leaned back in my hot bath. I could actually stretch out in that tub as well since it was at least twice the size of the one I was used to taking a bath in at home. And it felt so good. Normally I wasn't the type to take a bath since I'd always associated baths with girls or little kids. And everyone knew that guys only took showers. But at the moment, I was a girl... or more accurately, a woman. I figured that since Aunt Elyse took baths and I currently looked like her, I might as well go ahead and do so as well. And right then, I was very glad that I had decided to. Then as I shifted position, I spotted a razor that was sitting on the edge of the tub. It was for Aunt Elyse to shave her legs no doubt. I ran a hand over my silky smooth legs and decided that they certainly didn't need them at the moment. But on the other hand, I was just a little curious and thought that the experience might help me understand Aunt Elyse and other women somewhat better. "I just hope I don't cut myself," I said as I picked up the can of foam and began to lather my legs. I hesitated a moment before actually putting the razor to my skin, but told myself to be careful and began. "Damn," I muttered, almost immediately nicking myself. Obviously shaving my legs wasn't quite like shaving my face, not that I had to do that very often. In fact, I always used an electric razor when I did. But I wasn't about to give up and went back to work on my legs, this time being a little more careful. It worked, as I was able to pull the razor smoothly over my leg, time and time again. It was so smooth and easy that I didn't nick myself once more, even when I shaved under my arms as well. "That wasn't so bad," I told myself, knowing that I didn't actually have to shave myself, but feeling a little proud that I had. It made me feel... sexy. For a moment, I actually felt almost as if I really was the sexy adult woman that I looked like. I kind of liked that feeling. Once I was done with the bath, I climbed out and took my time drying off as I ran that big soft towel over my skin. However, when I started trying to use the towel to try my hair, I realized that I had a bit of a problem. My hair was now too long and too wet. It wasn't going to dry out with a towel, and since I didn't want to go around with wet hair all day long, I knew that I would have to try something else. "Well, this always works for mom," I commented as I found the hair dryer. Or at least it worked for her when she didn't just have it piled up on her head in a towel instead. With that I sat down and began using the hairdryer. But while I was doing that, I began to start brushing my hair as well. I wasn't really sure why, only that it seemed like the right thing to do. And when I was done, I figured that it had been the right thing because my hair was not only dry, but nice and silky soft too. Then of course, there was the matter of getting dressed. But with the large walk in closet and the dressers full of Aunt Elyse's clothes, I knew that finding something to wear wouldn't really be too much of a problem. In fact, after looking, I even found some jeans and T-shirts. "Hmmm," I mused as I looked at my clothing options, specifically the jeans and T-shirt, "I don't think so." The jeans and T-shirt certainly would have been more familiar to me, and a little more comfortable because of that. But the fact was that Aunt Elyse always dressed sort of sexy. Classy... but sexy. That was the way that I always remembered her dressing, so I thought that it would be appropriate for me to at least try dressing that way myself. "Of course she does wear this stuff too," I reminded myself with another glance at the jeans and T-shirt. But she tended to wear that stuff a little less frequently and I had made up my mind to at least try dressing the way that she normally did. Obviously I would need to start off with underwear. All of the underwear that I found in the dresser were either red or black, not to mention kind of sexy. There wasn't a single pair of plain old white ones. I grabbed a pair of the black ones and slipped them on, feeling a little naughty as I did so. "Now for this thing," I commented as I reached for the matching black bra. The bra provided a little a little trouble at first, but I quickly figured out how to put it on and turned my attention to the rest of my clothes. The ones that I had picked out were a pair of tight black pants that looked sort of like leather, and a short sleeved red shirt that revealed a nice glimpse of cleavage. It was a very sexy outfit and I remembered seeing Aunt Elyse in the very same thing on several occasions. "Wow," I exclaimed as I looked at myself in the mirror, "I look hot." However I knew that I wasn't finished just yet. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and slipped on a pair of stockings, being careful not to rip them or cause any runs. That didn't really seem to be any problem though as they went on without a hitch, followed by a pair of black high heeled shoes. "Perhaps this is a little much," I commented, as I ran my hands over the shoes, thinking that I could have chosen a pair of sandals or even sneakers instead. However Aunt Elyse almost always wore heels, so it seemed kind of appropriate for me to wear them too. As with just about everything else, it just made me feel a little closer to her. "Not that I actually know how to walk in them," I grinned to myself a little self- consciously. With that I stood up, feeling more than just a little strange with the heels on. It wasn't just the fact that my balance was off in them, but that I was noticeably taller than normal. Aunt Elyse was 5 foot 11, just an inch taller than I was normally, taller when she wore heels...which was most of the time. I hadn't really noticed that one inch before, but after adding an extra three or so from the heels on top of that... I remained where I was for a minute, just trying to catch my balance in the heels until I realized that I already had it. Then I took a hesitant step, being careful about how I put my foot down and shifted my weight to it. When that worked out all right, I slowly walked across the floor, growing more confident of my balance with each step. "This isn't so bad," I thought aloud, relieved that walking in high heels wasn't as tricky as I'd heard. Sure, the first couple steps had been a little shaky, but after that it had gotten a lot easier. But just to make sure that I had it down right, I walked across the room again, growing even more comfortable in my new high heels. Then I went to the stairs, hesitating a moment before walking down them without a problem, feeling oddly sexy as I did so. And when I reached the bottom, I smiled in satisfaction before turning around and going back up them. "I have mastered the art of walking in high heels," I proudly announced, then started to laugh. When I returned to the bedroom, I paused to look at my reflection again. Damn, I definitely looked pretty good. And if I didn't know better, I would have thought that I was looking at Aunt Elyse. Except of course for the fact that she usually has her hair done up a little better, not to mention having makeup on. For a moment, I just stood there and thought about that. After all, putting on makeup would be the next logical step in the little game that I'd been playing. However, I wasn't sure just how far I wanted to take my little game of dress up. But after a few seconds, I grinned and decided that it might be fun to keep at it for a little longer. With that I sat down and began brushing my hair again, finding that it all just quickly settled into place. And once that was done, I turned my attention to the makeup. I only had a pretty vague idea what most of the stuff around the table was for, but that wasn't going to stop me from at least trying to figure it out. "What should I try first?" I asked myself with a blank look at the various bottles and jars. I just sat there for a minute before reaching for a bottle of some sort of foundation cream that seemed like a good beginning. It went on quickly and easily, giving me the confidence to move onto the rest. The blush, mascara and lipstick were all pretty easy to put on as well, even surprising me a little with just how much so. However I let out a gasp as I caught sight of myself in the mirror and REALLY took another look. I had been so focused on putting on the makeup that I hadn't realized just how much more I now looked like Aunt Elyse. For a moment, I almost thought that she was about to start talking to me from the mirror again. "Holy shit," I exclaimed, staring at myself even more intently. It was like staring at a ghost. A very beautiful ghost at that. Then I couldn't resist batting my eyes at myself, puckering up my lips as if for a kiss and then just making a few silly faces, which got me laughing a little. And then for the final touch, I would need the jewelry. I slipped a pair of slightly dangly earrings through the holes that had appeared in my ears, and then I put on a slender woman's watch, followed by a thin necklace. Then I realized that there was only one thing missing. My nails. I held up my hands in front of me, staring at my slender fingers and the perfectly manicured and pointed nails that I now possessed. I smiled faintly as I thought about how odd they had made it eating breakfast. Now all I had to do was put some polish on them. The same dark red, which Aunt Elyse always used. "Not bad," I smirked as I held my fingers up again a short while later and admired the new color on my nails, "Not bad at all..." I continued smirking just a little as I blew on my nails to help them dry a little faster. I just couldn't help it. As strange as that whole situation was, something about it made me feel sexy. It was a very strange feeling for me, but I was definitely enjoying it. Of course, I knew that if I didn't know that the whole situation was just temporary, I'd probably be freaking out about it all instead. But since I did know that it wasn't hard at all to just do what Aunt Elyse had told me from the mirror and have some fun with it. Once my nails had finished drying, I stood in front of the mirror and just admired myself, as well as marveled at the fact that this sexy and confident looking adult woman was really me. Not Aunt Elyse... but ME. Just by looking, I couldn't see a single thing that would give away what I really was inside. There wasn't a single thing to suggest that I wasn't what I appeared... an adult woman. And that knowledge just made me smirk even more. But eventually, I stopped with the staring and modeling in front of the mirror and made my way downstairs. I was feeling pretty good about myself and was wondering what I could do next. However, that was when I realized that there was one small problem with my game. I had no idea what Aunt Elyse did around her house when I wasn't over for a visit. "Well," I grinned to myself, "there's always the old standby..." With that I went to the entertainment room and settled down for a little TV and video game play. It was just a little awkward using the video game controller with my longer nails, but I quickly picked up the knack of doing so, or at least enough so that it didn't really effect my play. But still, it felt kind of strange to be playing video games while in my altered body. After awhile though, I put the game away and turned on the TV. But as I flipped through the channels, I was disappointed to see that there wasn't really much on. At least not unless I wanted to watch some talk shows, which really didn't appeal to me in the least. "Well," I mused as an afterthought, "maybe Jerry Springer." With that I leaned back in my chair and thought about putting in a movie or just going back to the video games. But while I was sitting there, I looked down at myself and noticed the way that I was sitting. I was sitting the same way that I always did, with my legs spread open. It was nice and comfortable, but I realized that it certainly wasn't how a girl would sit. I was pretty certain that I'd never seen Aunt Elyse sitting like that. "Not very ladylike," I chuckled to myself. Then with a conscious effort, I slipped one leg over the other in the same way that I had seen women do before, including Aunt Elyse. It was just a little odd to sit that way, but it wasn't at all uncomfortable. In fact, as I turned my attention back to the TV, I quickly forgot that I was even sitting like that. A short while later, it was time for lunch so I went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. I quickly decided on a tuna sandwich, which of course meant that I would have to mix up the tuna first. But once that was done and the sandwich made, I stared at it for just a moment before getting out a knife and cutting it diagonally. Normally I just ate my sandwiches whole, but Aunt Elyse liked to cut them so that was exactly what I did. I ate quickly, but instead of going back to the entertainment room when I was done, I decided to do something else. I never would have imagined that having a big screen TV, a great entertainment center and a video game console could ever get boring. But then again, they just weren't as exciting without someone to share them with. "Somehow," I commented with a wry smile as I looked down at myself, "I don't think that THIS will get boring..." For a change of pace, I decided to go to the den rather than the entertainment room. And since I couldn't very well play foosball by myself, I decided on a game of pool instead. I smiled a little as I racked the balls, thinking of all of the times that Aunt Elyse and I had played together. That only made me miss her again. I stayed at the table playing pool and practicing my shots for well over an hour, feeling a bit surprised by just how well as I doing. Perhaps it was because there was no one there watching and making me nervous. And perhaps it was because Aunt Elyse was a much better pool player than me, and just looking so much like her gave me an extra boost of confidence. Whatever the reason, I made almost every shot I took. "Now if I could only find someone to play against," I smiled to myself. After a while though, I did get bored with pool and decided to head back to the entertainment room. I sat down and absently crossed my legs in a feminine manner before reaching for the remote. The next few hours passed much the same way as the ones before lunch had, with me playing various video games and then turning the TV on to watch a few shows. It was kind funny for me to realize that in spite of my transformed body and the fact that I had a whole house all to myself, I was pretty much doing the same things that I would have done anyway. "Of course," I told myself with a bit of a smirk as I looked down at my body and ran a hand over my breasts, "I could always explore this body a little more..." The idea was more than just a little tempting, though I decided to hold off on that for just a little longer. After all, I had all week with that body so there wasn't any kind of urgency. But then I had to wonder what in the world I was thinking. There I was, with an adult body, a house to myself and a once in a lifetime opportunity... and all that I was doing with it was watching TV and playing video games. It seemed like such a waste... "I don't think so," I smirked, already having an idea of which opportunity I wanted to take advantage of next. I got up with a casual grace that I had never possessed before and barely even noticed. I was in a new body and walking in high heels, yet I didn't feel at all out of balance anymore. In fact, I was beginning to feel oddly normal, though I didn't really give that any thought. Then I calmly strolled back to the den and immediately went to the liquor cabinet. I had tried alcohol before, or at least a sip here and there, though certainly not enough to get drunk. But having the liquor cabinet there and knowing that no one was going to show up and catch me was an opportunity that I just couldn't ignore. "Besides," I looked down at myself and grinned, "I am an adult now..." Or at least I was physically. In fact, I figured that I could probably go into the store and buy some beer without even being carded. With that I opened the cabinet to take a good look inside. I quickly counted more than a dozen bottles of various forms of alcohol, and not a one of them was beer or wine. This was all the harder stuff like gin, bourbon and brandy. However, I didn't waste my time trying to figure out what it all was and just grabbed one of the bottles in front, which was some kind of whisky. "It smells pretty strong," I said as I sniffed the contents, then poured about a half inch or so into a glass. "Well," I hesitated for a moment, "bottoms up..." And with that I downed most of the glass in a single gulp and almost immediately wished that I hadn't. It more than just smelled strong... In fact, it sort burned as it went down my throat and immediately filled my stomach with a sort of pleasant warmth. "Wow," I choked out a moment later. That had been the first time that I'd ever tasted whisky, and it was certainly quite a bit different from the beer, wine and even rum that I had tasted before. And it was quite a bit stronger going down as well. Then as I considered what bottle I should sample next, I absently finished off what was left in the glass. I was barely even aware that I had done so as I was already reaching for the next bottle, a bottle of brandy. But for some reason, the glass that I had already been drinking from didn't seem appropriate, so I grabbed another one from the shelf, one which had a stem and a decent sized up on top. For some reason, that one seemed a little more appropriate for the brandy. "Nice," I commented as I sniffed that new bottle, then casually poured the glass about half full. This time, I sipped from the glass. The new drink was a good deal more mild than the whiskey, but somewhat more flavorful as well. I smiled after the first sip, then took another, deciding that I rather liked the brandy. "Not bad," I smiled, "not bad at all..." It was then that I noticed a humidor full of cigars on the shelf as well. It was a little surprising since I'd never known Aunt Elyse to smoke cigars... but I guess that didn't really mean anything. I had already learned first hand that she had a few surprises up her sleeve. Of course, for all I knew they might just be there for guests. A second later, I noticed the slender silver cigarette case sitting on the shelf next to the cigars. And though the cigars were unfamiliar, that case most certainly was not. Aunt Elyse hadn't really been a heavy smoker, but she was rarely without one of her cigarette cases. "She probably just liked showing off the case," I said with a bit of a smile as I picked it up. With that I opened the case and took a look inside. It was half full of the all white cigarettes that Aunt Elyse had smoked, which was of course about what I had expected. What else would be in her cigarette case? For a moment, I just looked at the cigarettes, then reached in and pulled one out, putting it between my fingers. Almost as soon as I'd seen the cigarettes, I just knew that I was going to have to at least try one. After all, I had been playing the game of pretending to be Aunt Elyse all day and this was just more of the same. "Let's see..." I mused as I looked around for a lighter, smiling faintly when I noticed it sitting off to the side. I hesitated for only a second before bringing the cigarette to my lips and then lighting the tip. Then I took a drag, almost immediately gagging as the smoke went down my throat and into my lungs, but then catching myself and blowing the smoke back out. "Nice and smooth," I joked with a slight cough, taking a sip of brandy to help clear my throat a little. Then I raised the cigarette back to my lips again in a casual yet feminine manner that I scarcely even thought about. I took a long, smooth drag, finding it much more appealing the second time. In fact, I was beginning to enjoy the pleasant feeling that it gave me as I turned and calmly blew the smoke out to the side. With that I sat down on one of the bar stools, taking several more drags from my cigarette before sipping my brandy. Both were going down quite well. Then I crossed my legs, feeling very sexy as I sat there, taking yet another drag from my cigarette. "Not bad at all," I mused to myself, deciding that I rather enjoyed this experience. The whole smoking and drinking thing was actually quite relaxing, and I could see why so many people did them. And besides that, it all made me feel so grown-up and sexy. Once I was finished though, I paused for a moment considering what I was going to do next. Of course I could always go back to playing more video games... "I don't think so," I thought aloud. Or at least not at the moment. But with that, I decided that there was something that I could be doing. I could actually start getting dinner ready. Of course ordering pizza would be quick and easy, but looking like Aunt Elyse made me feel pretty grown-up so I wanted a more grown-up meal. Unfortunately, that meant that I would have to make it myself. When I got to the kitchen, I smiled faintly and the sound of the click click of my heels hitting the floor. It was such a strange sound coming from me, but kind of an interesting one too. A few seconds later, I was looking through the fridge and cupboards, trying to decide what I wanted to eat. In the end, I settled on grabbing a pack of noodles and a jar of Alfredo sauce. And if I added a little chicken with that... I wasn't really a great cook, but then again, I didn't have to be with mostly easy fixing materials. And at least my lack of cooking skills wasn't an insult to Aunt Elyse while I was looking like her since I was probably a better cook than she had been. As my mom liked to say, her talents lay in a different area than the kitchen. It didn't really take me too long to get dinner ready and on the table. The whole meal was actually pretty decent, especially with the nice glass of wine that I felt had to go with it. I wasn't completely sure why I'd chosen to have the wine, only that it somehow seemed appropriate, though I was quite pleased that I had. And once I was done eating, I leaned back at the table, and pulled another cigarette from Aunt Elyse's silver cigarette case, scarcely even giving it much thought as I did so. It all seemed so casual and... normal that it didn't even seem worth thinking about. And it wasn't until I absently crossed my legs and blew a stream off to the side that I paused to consider exactly what it was that I was doing, and how odd that behavior was. "It's odd that I don't feel more... odd," I mused aloud, taking another casual drag from the cigarette. I had been playing that game of pretend all day and was beginning to wonder if I had begun taking it too far. But at the same time, I knew that it was more than that. I had been doing things that I had never done before, and feeling perfectly normal while doing them. Drinking, smoking...walking around in high heels. None of it felt very strange after I had first tried them. Then as I thought about it for a minute, several things began to come together and make more sense. This was obviously more of Aunt Elyse's magic... part of her plan to help me understand her better. Each of those things that I now felt so comfortable with had started out with me just playing the game and trying them out. But once I had tried them... drinking coffee... smoking... or putting on makeup, it was as if I had somehow accepted those things as part of myself. As if I had opened the floodgates and let those habits and behaviors become my own. "Oh shit," I whispered as I realized just how many things I had intentionally done like Aunt Elyse during the day. There were so many things that I must have picked up from her magic without even realizing it. With that I finished off the wine in my glass in a single gulp, then took another drag from the cigarette. It was sort of scary to realize that not only my body could be so easily changed, but my own behavior as well. And without my having even been aware of it until then. I thought about what was going on and what had happened to me while I went about cleaning the table and putting the dishes into the dishwasher. The very thought that my own thoughts and behavior could be changed without my even being aware of it was more than a little scary, yet as I thought about just how I had been altered, I couldn't help but feeling a little excited as well. "Aunt Elyse would never do anything to hurt me," I reminded myself aloud, "and this is only temporary..." That reminder helped to ease my nervousness and worries, and then I realized that all that I had to do to avoid becoming even more like Aunt Elyse was just to avoid trying things out and acting like she would. The experimentation was definitely fun and interesting, but now that I knew that there was a...side effect... "On the other hand," I mused... It was only temporary and it had been rather fun. Who said that I actually had to avoid trying new things now that I knew about the side effect? "Not me..." With that I decided to intentionally try something new... to see if I could affect my own behavior and sense of what felt normal. But that only left the question of what to try. I couldn't really think of anything that Aunt Elyse did that I hadn't tried yet. Then it came to me. I took my time going back to the den and looking at the cigars that I'd seen there. I had never seen Aunt Elyse smoke a cigar and didn't even know if this was one of her habits or behaviors that I might gain, though this certainly seemed like an interesting way to find out. "Let's see," I said as I pulled out one of the cigars, then ran it under my nose and sniffed it, because that what I had seen some guy do with one in a movie once. It smelled a little strange so I couldn't tell what that guy in the movie got out of doing that. After a few seconds, I mimicked the other things that I had seen the guy in the movie doing. I took the cigar cutter that was sitting next to the humidor and clipped off one end and then took a tiny nip from the other. Then I reached for a lighter, pausing a moment before going for a small box of wooden matches beside the humidor instead. I figured that they had to be there for a reason. Since I had made up my mind, I put the cigar in my mouth and used one of the matches to light the end. Then as I took a puff, the results were very much like my first reaction to a cigarette, though the gagging was worse. Much worse. However this time I was aware of what was going on and could even notice when my perceptions began to change. The horrible taste no longer seemed so bad and I began to hold the cigar differently, more comfortably and confidently. In fact, the whole thing seemed rather pleasant. I smiled faintly and took another drag from the cigar, this time not as half-heartedly as before. I savored the rich smoke and smiled as I blew it out. "Very nice," I mused, never having imagined that I would enjoy smoking a cigar. Then again, I never would have imagined that I could not only be transformed into a duplicate of my aunt but enjoying it quite a bit as well. A moment later, I went to pour myself another glass of brandy, which I just knew would go great with the cigar. And I quickly proved myself right, sitting back to savor them both. But even as I did so, I could somehow tell that smoking a cigar wasn't an everyday thing... It somehow felt like it was more of an occasional thing. "Apparently Aunt Elyse doesn't smoke these all the time," I mused to myself, taking another drag. I felt a little relieved at that as I was finding myself surprised by too many things about Aunt Elyse as it was. It made me wonder just how well I really knew her. With that I moved to the entertainment room and sat back to watch TV while I fished the brandy and cigar. However, when I finished off the last of the brandy in my glass and considered going back for another glass, I couldn't help thinking about how much alcohol that I had been drinking. "I don't think I'm drunk," I thought aloud. Sure, I was feeling a little warm and pleasant, but I didn't feel the least... drunk. Or at least I didn't feel at all dizzy or fuzzy minded. I then I couldn't help wondering if it was because Aunt Elyse had a high tolerance for alcohol, or if it might be due to the magic that had transformed me. For some reason, I strongly suspected the latter, though I had no reason for it. The rest of the night passed pretty uneventfully. I was back to watching movies for the next few hours, sitting back with a glass of wine that I occasionally sipped from but otherwise doing what I would normally do if my body had not been changed. Eventually though, it was time for bed and I began to get ready. When I brushed my teeth, I didn't feel right using my own toothbrush since I had changed into Aunt Elyse, but I didn't feel right using her toothbrush either. That just seemed... gross, even with the strange situation. Fortunately, I found several spare toothbrushes in their unopened boxes in one of the drawers by the sink. Once I was undressed, I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself yet again. My new body no longer seemed to be that of a stranger, nor did it feel unfamiliar. It felt strangely comfortable. Of course, that was obviously part of the magic that had transformed me in the first place. "You were definitely a hot looking woman Aunt Elyse," I commented, half expecting the image in the mirror to come alive and thank me for the compliment. When I was finished admiring myself, I settled down on the bed and began to look over my body once again, and to explore it a little more closely. It felt so soft and smooth... definitely different than my normal body. And when I slipped my hand between my legs, my new parts were so sensitive. "Mmmmmm," I moaned slightly, smiling to myself as I reached over and turned off the light. After I was covered with darkness, I continued to explore my new body using nothing but my hands. It felt so good that I continued to play with myself for some time, letting the pleasurable sensation build and built until it finally exploded into the most mind numbing orgasm that I could imagine. It was definitely different from when I was a guy, though whether that was natural for a woman or yet another side effect of Aunt Elyse's magic I didn't know... or care. It was with a very happy smile that I finally drifted off to sleep. *** My sleep was filled with dreams. Strange dreams. Powerful dreams. And dreams unlike anything that I had ever before experienced. I dreamt that I was a king, sitting on a throne with a hundred gorgeous women bowing before me. More women stood to each side, keeping me cool with a fan and feeding me grapes. It was incredible. I could feel them all willing... eager to do whatever I might command, and I absolutely loved it. And then sometime during the dream, something changed. I was no longer a king in the dream, but a queen. I still had all of the obedient servants, yet now there were a few men mixed in among the women. Then the dream changed again and I found myself as some sort of god... or goddess. I was a goddess with a virtual army of worshippers, each on their knees. Each of them looked at me with awe and obedience in their eyes. And I was getting horny at the sight... very horny. But that wasn't the end of my dreams and I found myself as a business woman, wearing a suit and standing in the middle of my office. My secretary, a hot looking blonde came in... and then proceeded to take her clothes off. Within minutes, I had her bent over my desk and was ravishing her... Then the business scene repeated, but with a few twists. I was in a meeting with some male executive who was patronizing me because I was a woman. I lashed out at him, slapped him and slammed his face into the desk. The very act excited me... "Eat me," I demanded, pulling up my skirt and sitting down on the desk, "NOW." The nameless executive did just that, having gone from a position of power to my personal toy in a matter of moments. And I couldn't believe just how much I loved it. After this, the dreams changed several more times, but there was a very strong theme through theme all. At one point, I was a leather clad dominatrix and was whipping my three slaves and commanding them to pleasure me. When I finally woke up, I was still caught up in the intense emotions from the dreams. And my body was definitely responding. In fact, I think that I was lying in a puddle of my own fluids. "Wow," I gasped, as I lay in bed, hardly able to believe just how aroused I felt. "And all from a couple dreams..." But then again, those were some incredibly powerful dreams. I'd never dreamt anything like those... Without much further thought, I reached down between my legs and felt my warm, moist slit. It was so slick that my finger slipped right in, causing me to let out a light gasp. My other hand was already beginning to massage my very hard nipples. "Oh yes," I exclaimed. It felt so good... And it felt even better as I remembered the dreams and imagined myself standing over a hot and sexy woman with a whip in my hand. For some reason, that fantasy was really turning me on, even more so as I thought about wearing a pair of stiletto heeled boots that I made her lick. In fact, that fantasy was so hot that I continued thinking about it while I masturbated for the next half hour or so. Eventually though, in spite of how good my self ministrations felt, I had to bring it to a stop. I remained in bed for a few minutes after that, just savoring the sensations and wondering just why those particular dreams had such a strong effect on me. But after shaking my head, I climbed out of bed to take care of myself. My morning routine was pretty much the same as the day before, which wasn't surprising as it wasn't even my morning routine, but one that I had inherited from Aunt Elyse. Still, it felt like my routine, which I guess, was the important thing. Like the day before, I sat down and sipped at hot coffee, this time while smoking a cigarette. The fact that I wasn't even a smoker, or hadn't been before didn't even feel the least bit odd... which was obviously a part of the magic. Then came the long, and oh so enjoyable bath, followed by getting dressed. This time when I was getting dressed though, I was feeling a little more... risqu?. I slipped on a black leather miniskirt with a couple of thin, loose red studded belts around my waist. There was a black halter top with a large red print of lips across the front, and to finish it off, I put on a pair of thigh length, black leather stiletto heeled boots. "Very stylish," I commented, feeling sexy as hell. And after I added the final touches of jewelry and makeup, I looked and felt even better. When I paused to look at myself in the mirror, I smirked a little. I was definitely sexy. Extremely sexy. Yet at the same time, in spite of my revealing clothes, I didn't look trampish or slutty so much as... confident. It was the look of a woman who knew what effect she had on men and the power that it gave her over them. "I know how I would normally be reacting," I admitted to myself, even knowing that this was my aunt's body...or at least a damn good duplication of it. Suddenly the image in the mirror began to shimmer and blur. And a moment later, I knew that it was no longer myself that was being reflected from it, but Aunt Elyse with another message. Her hair was pulled back a little differently, and she was wearing completely different clothes than I was... although every bit as sexy and daring. "By now," Aunt Elyse stated from the mirror, "I am sure that you have noticed some changes in your... tastes." She paused, giving a knowing smile and winking at me from the mirror. "Changes in my tastes?" I repeated, suddenly wondering if she might have meant my dreams. There was absolutely no way that I would normally dreams something like those, or keep fantasizing about then as I had been. However Aunt Elyse continued, "Perhaps I should explain..." "You think?" I snorted sarcastically. "Different people have different tastes," she explained casually, "different sexual fantasies, fetishes and interests." The reflection paused for just a moment before adding, "And you are now experiencing mine." "Damn," I whispered, thinking about that fantasy I'd been having of a gorgeous woman in a French Maid's outfit, jumping at my beck and call, more than willing to do anything that I wanted. I felt myself shiver with desire at the image. However it was somewhat startling to realize that this was the kind of thing that Aunt Elyse was into. "I never would have guessed..." "I am bisexual, but lean towards women... Most would