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Weekend Fantasy By Morpheus It was Friday afternoon and I had just gotten out of school, so I hurried home as fast as I could, filled with a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement. If I stopped to think about it I probably would have concluded that the excitement dominated. After all, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. My parents were going to be out of town for the weekend, thanks to my dad's high school reunion, leaving me home alone. They'd left for the airport this morning and weren't scheduled to be back until late Sunday night. As a result, I had the whole house to myself. Strangely enough my plans for the weekend didn't include a big party or anything else of the sort. In fact I didn't even really plan on being in the house for most of the weekend. I had other plans instead, ones that would have been a lot more difficult if my parents were around. My name is Jake Simmons and I'm a fairly normal 16 year old boy. I'm 5 foot 10, have short black hair and a relatively fit figure. I've played school sports on the swim team and basketball team, but I'm not one of the star players on either and don't consider myself a jock. I get better than average grades, but not quite good enough to get me on the honor roll. My dad always tells me that I could do better at sports and my grades if I bothered to apply myself but I don't really see any reason to do so. Like any other boy my age I spend a great deal of my time thinking about girls. I think about blonde girls and brunette girls, about short girls and tall girls, about busty girls and willowy girls. But most of all...I think about Tara. Tara wasn't exactly a girl though. In fact Tara was the 27 year old woman who lived in the house across the street from mine. She was extremely sexy, the object of most of my fantasies and wet dreams. But in spite of how much I thought about her, I was realistic enough to know that nothing would or could ever happen between us. After all she was an adult woman while I was just a teenage boy. At the moment Tara was also central to my 'opportunity of a lifetime.' Tara frequently went away on business trips, and until recently, she'd had a girl down the street looking after her house when she did so. But since that girl had moved away just a couple weeks ago, Tara asked me to take care of her cat while she was gone. "This is going to be great," I grinned to myself as I thought about what I had planned. As soon as I arrived home, I raced into my bedroom and pulled out the small wooden box hidden under my bed. I peaked inside to make sure that everything was as it should be, then I grabbed Tara's house key, locked up my own house, then rushed across the street. Tara's car was gone from the driveway, which wasn't a surprise since she had left on her trip yesterday afternoon. I'd already come over to feed her cat Trixie this morning. But in spite of that, I fumbled nervously with the key as I tried to unlock the door. "Hey Trixie," I called out as I went inside, looking around and spotting the little calico cat. She meowed and watched me curiously but didn't come any closer to me. "It's okay," I told her, "I won't hurt you." However Trixie still avoided me. When I moved closer to her she ran away, then stopped at a safe distance to glare at me suspiciously. I wasn't surprised by this reaction since Trixie didn't like anyone but Tara. I spent a minute trying to get Trixie to come close enough for me to pet, then I gave up. I went to the kitchen and put down her food and fresh water, then I stood safely back and watched her gobble it all up. "I guess it's just you and me," I said with a grin. After a minute I turned my attention to snooping through Tara's house. It was my first chance to really look through it and satisfy my curiosity. I felt a bit guilty for doing so, though not nearly enough to stop. At first, I looked into every room with the goal of just seeing how everything was decorated, but I had a secondary goal as well. Since I had something of a crush on Tara, I also had a morbid curiosity about what kind of men she liked to date. I was looking for signs of a boyfriend or even ex-boyfriends, something that could answer my questions. However I didn't see anything of the sort and didn't want to dig around too much in her personal things. I did have my limits after all, even if they were a little blurry at times. "Too bad," I sighed, going to the living room and sitting down, trying to build up my nerve for what I had planned next. In spite of the fact that I had been thinking about this for over a week, it was going to take a bit of mental preparation. "I can do this..." Several minutes later I finally opened the wooden box and revealed the necklace that was stored within. It was a green crystal pendant with a fine gold chain. The crystal gleamed with a faint inner light which I knew was more than just my imagination. I'd pulled it out at night and watched it glow in the darkness like a faint night light. "Wow," I whispered as I stared at the pendant, my heart nearly jumping at the sight. I knew without a doubt that this pendant was even more than it appeared. After all I'd bought it from a strange magic shop just a few weeks ago. The owner was a mysterious old woman who had insisted that it was just what I needed, though she didn't explain exactly why. However she had demonstrated a few things that left me convinced that magic was indeed real and not just something from old stories. "Incredible," I muttered, trying to remember everything the strange old woman had told me about the pendant. Of course I didn't need to try hard since I had been thinking about it almost nonstop. The old woman had told me that the pendant worked much like the Medallion of Zulo, which didn't do me much good since I'd never even heard of this Zulo thing. Fortunately she'd explained that it could transform a person into someone else. According to the old woman, if someone wore the pendant and touched a piece of clothing to it, they would be transformed into an identical copy of the last person to wear those clothes. "Too bad," I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment. I had been hoping to find some clothes belonging to Tara's boyfriend or ex- boyfriend since that would give me a good idea of what kind of guys she liked. "But I can definitely have some fun anyway." I stared at the pendant for a minute before carefully placing it over my head. I took a deep breath, feeling increasingly nervous and excited with every passing moment. Then I slowly made my way to Tara's bedroom, quickly finding her bath robe hanging from the back of her door and touching it to the pendant. As soon as the pendant touched the robe, it began to glow just a little brighter. "I think I feel it," I gasped as I felt a strange tingle spread through my body. I took a deep breath, struggling to stay calm as I thought about what was going to happen. I had already touched the pendant to the robe so it was too late to turn back now. The old woman had said that even if the pendant was removed, it wouldn't stop the transformation. All I could do was wait for it to run its course. At first I didn't notice anything different, until I realized that my arm hairs were gone. From this point on I stared down at my body, trying to notice each and every change as they slowly occurred. After my arm hairs came the sense that my clothes no longer felt quite right, though it was nothing obvious right away, though that soon changed as well. After a moment I decided that it might be a good idea to put the pendant in a safe place. I took it off, confident that the transformation would continue without it, then placed it back in the wooden box and closing it for good measure. Only then did I turn my attention back to my still changing body. My hands already looked a little more feminine and my fingernails a little longer. I stared at them, watching them slowly grow, right before my eyes. They shapes themselves into smooth ovals, forming a perfect manicure. "Look at this," I gasped, wiggling my fingers then tapping them against the coffee table. I'd never had long fingernails before so this felt a bit odd. Of course I was quickly distracted from my new manicure by the rest of the changes in my body. I could feel my very bones and flesh shifting and reshaping. It was an eerie sensation, one unlike anything I had ever felt before. Just then I noticed that my clothes were becoming quite uncomfortable on me. I scrambled to strip out of them, dropping them onto the floor piece by piece. I stared at my chest, which now had two noticeable breasts that were slowly swelling larger as I watched. The nipples darkened and grew larger as well while I watched in wide eyed amazement. "Wow," I gasped, grabbing my swelling breasts and feeling them grow in my palms. The sensation was absolutely incredible, not to mention more than a little erotic. The changes continued to run through my body all at once. My crotch began to twinge and pull up inside of me while my waist constricted, becoming thinner. I felt a tingling along my shoulders as my hair grow longer and more luxurious. A thousand other alterations happened all at the same time, more than I could keep track of. All I could do was stare down at myself in awe and amazement. When the transformation neared it's end, I ran my hands over my skin, amazed at just how soft and smooth it all felt now. This was getting me excited, though it didn't feel at all like it normally did. For one, Little Jake was gone and little Jakette was feeling all warm and gooey. My nipples were hard and swollen, feeling like a pair of tiny erections. "God," I gasped in awe, my heart racing, "this is unbelievable." Then it finally stopped and I knew that the transformation had reached it's end. My heart raced even more at the very thought of what I had to look like now. Hell, I was getting more and more excited just looking over this incredibly sexy body that I now wore. "Stay calm," I told myself, taking a deep breath and trying to follow my own advice. I stood where I was and ran my hands down my front and sides, savoring the sensations. Then I decided that I had to get a look at myself. I had to see what I had become. The very thought filled me with excitement and anticipation. "A mirror," I announced, "I need a mirror." I was sure that I'd seen a rather large one inside of Tara's bedroom so I hurried there as fast as I could, giggling a little at my top heavy sense of balance. When I reached Tara's bedroom, I saw that the large mirror I remembered seeing was covering most of one wall. There were several other mirrors in the room as well, and to my surprise, I even noticed a one on the ceiling above the bed. "Wow," I gasped, suddenly thinking that the whole setup was a little kinky. Then I turned my attention to the reflection in the mirrors, gasping in amazement. It wasn't me that was reflected, but Tara, just as I had expected. But expecting that and actually seeing it were two completely different things. Tara was a gorgeous woman with flowing golden blonde hair down to her mid back. She had a killer figure with DD cup breasts, a fact I learned from looking at the bra's in her dresser, long legs and a perfect ass. And at the moment, all that was mine. "Absolutely incredible," I grinned as I admired my own reflection, becoming even more turned on by the sight. Of course the real Tara was a lot more than just her looks. In spite of her incredibly hot body, she was also smart, confident and not too stuck-up. Unlike most beautiful girls I'd met, she wasn't too caught up in herself to just be nice and friendly to other people, even little kids or horny teenagers like me. As far as I was concerned, Tara was the perfect woman. Then again, that was why I'd taken advantage of the opportunity to temporarily turn myself into a copy of her. Since there was no way I could be with her for real, this way I could both satisfy my curiosity and get even closer to her than I had imagined possible. "If she had a boyfriend with some clothes around here..." I mused to myself, just a little disappointed that I hadn't found something like that. At the same time I knew that even if I had been able to turn into a copy of her boyfriend, I could never bring myself to actually impersonate him and trick her like that. Lying and tricking her like that just seemed wrong. Of course turning myself into a copy of her while she was away was certainly pushing the envelope too, but this I could handle. "Actually," I winked at my reflection, "I'm glad I didn't find any boyfriend clothes. This is MUCH more interesting." I stared at my reflection, licking my pouty lips, wishing more than almost anything that I could actually kiss them. After a moment of staring and making sexy faces at myself, I couldn't resist the temptation to walk up to the mirror and actually kiss it. "I can't believe how turned on I'm getting by all this," I said in my sexy new velvet voice. With that, I absently sat down on the edge of Tara's bed and began to massaged my breasts and nipples. It felt so good that I never wanted to stop. A moan escaped from my lips and I closed my eyes, pinching my nipples and savoring the raw, pleasurable sensation. My body was responding even better than I ever would have imagined and I was sure I was creating a small puddle on the bed. My hand slipped between my legs, almost of its own accord. It felt so wet and slippery... I just touched my new sex at first, feeling nervous and excited. Then I slowly began to rub my fingers around the edges, moaning further at just how incredibly sensitive it was. "Feels so good," I moaned in delight, plunging one of my fingers up inside of my hot slit and gasping at the sensation. "So fucking good...." I had to be extremely careful with my nails now that I had my finger up inside myself, but the feelings it gave me were definitely worth it. A shudder of pleasure ran through my body and I began to massage myself inside and out. A warm flush filled my body and I could feel a building pleasure that was difficult to describe. It was awesome and like a pressure that continued the build the more I masturbated myself. It build and built until I didn't think that it could get any stronger, then it finally exploded. "OH GOD!" I screamed, my whole body wracked with indescribable pleasure. My whole body shook and spasmed from the orgasm, driving me nearly insane with pleasure. I was just about delirious, and it didn't end. I continued to finger myself and the waves of orgasmic delight just came coming, rolling over me again and again. I had no idea how long I lay sprawled out on Tara's bed staring up at myself in the ceiling mirror while fingering myself to complete and utter sexual bliss. Eventually though I'd had enough for the moment and managed to stir myself enough to get up. "Is it always like that for women?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath. I gave a dreamy smile, enjoying just how sexy I felt at the moment. I'd never felt anything like this in my entire life, or even imagined that I could. "And I've even got that just fucked look," I giggled while staring at my reflection. It was difficult to get myself up off of Tara's bed, then I wobbled a little as I stood there. I slowly walked across her bedroom floor, swaying as sexily as I could. Somehow that seemed the most natural thing in the world after what I'd just done. "I think this should fit me," I smirked as I grabbed Tara's robe from the back of the door and slipped it on. "A perfect fit." Then I left the bedroom, but not without a fond glance back at the bed. I went back to the living room feeling incredibly sultry as I did so. Hell, I was tempted to go back to the bedroom and finger myself in front of the mirror again. After a minute I settled onto the couch, a big smile still firmly fixed on my pouty lips. I felt so satisfied after what I'd been doing and my whole body was still tingling from the afterglow. I hoped that it never ended. "Hard to believe I've got the whole weekend for this," I marvelled aloud. But with Tara gone on her business trip and my parents out of town, I could do whatever I wanted, including staying like this. Of course I reminded myself that there was one thing I couldn't do, at least not at the moment. The old woman who'd sold me the pendant told me that once it changes a person, it couldn't change them again for six hours. She said that it was some sort of safety feature, ensuring the person's body stabilized before it could be changed again. As a result the one thing I couldn't do was change back to normal for several more hours, even if I wanted to which I most definitely did not. I was just reaching for the remote control, wondering what I should watch on TV or if I should even bother, when I noticed a pack of Tara's cigarettes sitting on the end table. The pack said they were Bensen and Hedges, though I didn't really know one brand from another. What I did know was that if I was going to be Tara for the weekend, I was going to be Tara all the way. "Let's see," I mused, reaching for the pack and pulling out one of the all white cigarettes. I stared at it for a moment before placing it between my lips. Then I flicked the lighter that had been sitting beside the pack of cigarettes and brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette. I took a long draw, feeling the smoke rush through my mouth, down my throat and into my lungs. After just a few seconds, I blew the smoke back out to the side, feeling quite pleased with myself. "So this is what it feels like to smoke." I took another draw on my cigarette, feeling sexy and grown-up as I did so. There was something about doing this that turned me on and made me feel even closer to my dream girl Tara. I had to admit that I really liked this sensation of sexy adulthood as well, even if it was only temporary. After I blew a stream of smoke out to the side, I realized that I was feeling a pleasant buzz, which only made this all the more enjoyable. "Very nice," I purred, slowly getting up and going to the kitchen. It only took me a minute to locate some bourbon in the cupboard and to pour myself a glass. Then I returned to my seat on the couch, taking a sip of the liquor and smiling as it burned going down. I followed that up with another drag from my cigarette. After taking a second drink I mused, "I could definitely get used to this kind of thing." Once I was done with the cigarette, I stubbed it out in the ashtray and finished off the rest of the bourbon as well. I smiled as I emptied the glass, then took it back to the kitchen. A minute later I returned to the couch, though almost as soon as I was sitting down, Tara's cat Trixie suddenly leapt on my lap. I was surprised by this since Trixie didn't have anything to do with anyone other than Tara, but then again, at the moment I was Tara. I guess Trixie's acceptance said something about just how much like Tara I now looked. "Good kitty," I smiled as I scratched Trixie behind the ears, earning a nice purr in return. I was so comfortable where I was that I remained there for several hours, even after Trixie had abandoned me to do some other catlike activity. That was all right with me though as I was more than happy to sit there, occasionally massaging my nipples and breasts and thinking about just how great it had felt earlier. I was so caught up in my thoughts and sensations that I didn't hear the keys at the front door, not until the door opened. I jumped to my feet in fear and surprise, my heart racing at the thought of being caught like this. Just a second later I found myself staring at the real Tara. Tara stared at me, her eyes wide open in confusion and disbelief. Then she finally blurted out, "What the fuck?" She gasped, "Who the fuck are you?" For a moment I just stood there frozen, staring at her and feeling a swirling mass of emotions. Saying that I was embarrassed would have been an extreme understatement. For an instant I considered bluffing my way out of this, pretending that I was the real Tara and demanding to know who she was. But this idea was immediately discarded for something even more outlandish. "It's me," I cried out, holding out my hands so she could see I wasn't any kind of a treat, "It's me Jake." "Bullshit," she gasped, a look of confusion on her face. I took a deep breath, shaking at the humiliation of telling her the truth but unable to bring myself to lie now that I had been caught. "It is me," I quickly blurted out, "a magic pendant made me look like you." I knew how ridiculous that sounded but also knew that she couldn't deny the proof in front of her. "I know it's wrong," I said, looking at the floor in shame, "I just wanted to see what it was like..." When Tara didn't say anything, I slowly looked up at her, expecting a look of anger and disgust. Instead she was staring at me with a strange expression. In fact she didn't look angry at all, just confused, thoughtful, and something else. "You're really Jake?" she finally asked, staring at me intensely, obviously stunned to see someone who looked exactly like her. I knew that it had to be pretty creepy and that I wouldn't react very well running into my twin. When I nodded, she continued, "A magic pendant..." "Yeah," I admitted quietly, hardly able to look at her. "It...can turn people into exact copies of other people." She stared at me as if she thought I was joking, but quickly decided I wasn't when she saw her own face again. "Exact copies?" "It's only temporary," I quickly told her, hoping that this would keep her from getting too made. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have turned into you, but..." I gulped, not sure how I could possibly explain my reasoning to her. She'd trusted me and now she thought I was some kind of sick pervert. Then as I stared at Tara I was surprised to realize I was getting turned on again. God, even caught like this, I couldn't help but staring at Tara and getting aroused. She was so gorgeous, so sexy. My whole body quivered with desire, with a hunger to have her. I grimaced at that since this was definitely not the time for those kinds of thoughts. "I'm sorry," I cringed, feeling even more ashamed of myself. It was one thing to do this kind of thing in private, but quite another to have someone else catch me. Tara didn't say anything for a minute. She just continued to stare at me with a strange expression before finally saying, "You... You're attracted to me...aren't you?" All I could do was nod at that. How could I tell her that I was more attracted to her than any other girl or woman I had ever seen, especially at the moment. That was the very reason I'd chosen to turn into her when I could have used the pendant to become almost anyone I wanted. I wanted her in the worst way and it was my chance at having her, of being her, even if only for one weekend. Tara continued to stare at me, but it wasn't with a look of disgust. Instead, she had an expression of... interest. She licked her lips absently, surprising me with a nervous smile. "Did you know," Tara asked quietly, looking self-conscious, "that I am a lesbian?" "No," I responded in surprise. That would certainly explain why I hadn't found any traces of a boyfriend or even ex-boyfriends though. She nodded, looking even more self-conscious, but at the same time, almost... attracted to me. The way she was looking at me was the same expression that I'd worn while staring at myself in the mirror such a short while ago. I couldn't mistake that look of desire. "I'm also a severe narcissist with some nymphomaniac tendencies," Tara said, staring at me with a hungry look in her eyes. "In other words, I turn myself on... a lot. And I've got a really high libido." Tara took several steps towards me, licking her lips and moving seductively. "Oh," I gulped nervously, both turned on and confused with no idea what to do. "I spend hours masturbating in front of a mirror," she admitted with almost no look of embarrassment, only of increasing lust. "My greatest fantasy is to make love to myself." Tara stepped right up to me so that we were face to face. My eyes were locked on her brilliant blue ones while hers were locked on mine. I could feel her sweet breath on my cheek. My heart raced with excitement and my body was burning with desire. My nipples were poking out even harder than they had been when I was playing with myself in front of the mirror and I was at least as wet. I wanted to reach out, to grab her and kiss her though I held back. "Oh God," I whispered, hardly able to believe this was happening. It was impossible. "Do you feel the way I do?" she asked in a quiet breathy voice. Tara didn't wait for an answer before kissing me. The moment our lips met, it was almost like fireworks. A surge of adrenaline shot through my body, along with an overwhelming, burning passion. I kissed her back as though it were the most important thing in the world. We were lost in this kiss for who knew how long. I had no idea how long we were passionately kissing each other before we began to remove our clothes. Since I was only wearing Tara's robe, a quick tug on the sash dropped it to the floor. Tara's clothes were a little more difficult but they soon followed as well. Neither of us said a word as we moved to the couch, each of us running our hands over the other. I massaged her breasts and played with her nipples while she did the same to mine. The sensations were absolutely delicious, as were her nipples when I ran my tongue over them. She returned the favor, bringing some loud gasps to my lips. "This is my greatest fantasy come true," Tara said when she came up for a breath. She stared at me with a dreamy, lust filled expression. "You have no idea how much I've dreamed about making love to myself like this..." "Oh God," I moaned, knowing that this was my greatest fantasy come true as well. Tara dropped down between my legs and began to lick at my sensitive spot, bringing more sensations that I'd never before imagined. I moaned and groaned as shivers of pleasure shot through my entire body. The sexual pressure began to build again and I knew that it would only lead to another mind blowing orgasm. "Oh God," I gasped out, then burst into a scream as the orgasmic explosion finally hit me. Wave after wave of intense indescribable pleasure flooded through every fiber of my being and she continued to bring even more. After I'd recovered a little, Tara and I traded positions and I went to work on her, doing my best to imitate what she had done for me. As much as I'd dreamed about doing this sort of thing to Tara, I didn't have any actual experience. But I knew from the way Tara was moaning and squirming that I must be doing something right. We eventually moved to the bedroom where we had a little more room and comfort to continue our lovemaking. Tara definitely knew what she was doing and she seemed quite experienced. She ran her hands over my body, playing it like a musical instrument and eliciting feelings that I never even knew were possible. My whole body was kept in a constant state of pure and utter bliss. Of course Tara wasn't the only one involved in our lovemaking. I slowly ran my hands and tongue over every inch of her body, delighting in the experience. This was truly a dream come true, a literal fantasy made into reality. Then again in my fantasies I wasn't a copy of Tara, but somehow this only made it even more exciting. Our bodies writhed together until I wasn't sure where Tara ended and I began. It was almost as though we were one, that any pleasure one received was felt by us both. Our movements were synchronized, in perfect harmony which drove our passions to even further heights, to an unimaginable peak of bliss. Once we were through several hours later we lay tangled together in bed, wrapped up in a shared afterglow. Neither of us said a word, nor did we really need to at the moment. Our bodies provided all the communication we required. Tara finally sighed and moved, reaching into her night stand and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. As she placed one of them between her lips and lit it, I hesitantly asked if I could have one as well. She gave me a strange look but did so, even holding out the lighter to light it for me. "Thank you," I told her as I took a long drag, feeling oh so very satisfied. "I'm surprised you're smoking," she told me after a minute, "but then again, you're surprising me with a lot of things tonight." I just nodded at that, realizing that I'd been surprising myself a great deal as well. For one thing, I never would have imagined that I'd be smoking and liking it. It was like being turned into a copy of Tara was giving me some of her habits and such. Suddenly, I couldn't help wondering just how much of my desires and behaviors tonight had been from me and how much I had inherited from Tara. It was a little scary to realize that I didn't know how much of my own thoughts and feelings were my own. But as I looked at Tara beside me, I decided that at the moment it really didn't matter. I was enjoying myself way too much to worry about it. Strangely enough, now that we were relaxed, Tara didn't bother asking me any more questions about how I had come to be transformed into her clone or why. She didn't even bring up the subject of my turning back to normal and that was just fine with me right now. I was more than happy to be curled up beside her naked. It wasn't much longer before Tara and I drifted off to the warm embrace of sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms. It was a sleep that was filled with strange, exciting and oh so very erotic dreams. I was sure that I woke up in a wet spot of my own creation. In the morning Tara woke me with a kiss then with a gentle fingering of my most sensitive spot. It was an incredible way to wake up, filling me with a bright grin at the memory of the night before and the knowledge that we were starting a repeat. "I think we can save the rest for later." Tara winked at me, then slipped on the robe I'd been wearing the night before and left the bedroom. "Horrible tease," I muttered, feeling all hot and horny, not to mention a bit impatient. I looked around for a minute until I found a red silk robe hiding inside the closet. I smiled as I slipped it on and tightened the sash, deciding that this one made me feel even sexier than the last. "Very nice," I purred as I admired myself in one of the mirrors, which didn't help me tone down my arousal at all. In fact it only made it worse. "Damn this isn't going to be easy." When I went into the kitchen I found Tara already at working cutting up a few things to make an omelet with. She didn't say a word, so I remained silent as I watched her. When she put peppers into my omelet, I was about to protest since I didn't like them, but for some reason, they looked rather appealing. I wasn't at all surprised when the omelet turned out to be absolutely delicious, including the peppers. It seemed that I'd gained her taste for peppers, which wasn't really unexpected. Just as we were finishing our breakfast, I was the one who broke our silence by nervously saying, "I didn't think you were supposed to be back until tomorrow night." "Obviously," Tara responded, giving me a sexy wink. I could see the admiring and lusty look in her eyes. She pushed her plate away, then went to light herself a cigarette, offering me one and asking, "Do you know what I do for a living?" I thought about it for a minute and realized that I didn't. I knew that she was always going off on business trips, but I had no idea exactly what kind of business those trips were for. Finally I had to shake my head and admit my ignorance. Tara took a languid drag on her cigarette while I did the same to mine, then she said, "I'm a dancer... a stripper." "Really?" I blinked in surprise. Of course she definitely had the body for it so I don't know why I was surprised. I guess it was because I'd always thought she was a bit more elegant than I would have expected of a stripper. Tara nodded. "I sometimes go out of town to headline at other clubs for the weekend. Unfortunately the club I was going to dance at this weekend had an accident and burned down right before I got there so I came home early." "Oh," I responded, letting out a sigh. "I suppose I should change back now..." "How long were you planning to stay like that?" Tara asked me, giving me an appreciative look. I hesitated for a moment before admitting, "Until tomorrow night, before my folks got home." Tara just stared at me for a moment, then licked her lips nervously. She almost looked shy as she said, "If you like... you can still stay like that until then. I don't mind." "Really?" I blinked. Of course I could see that she didn't mind from the way she was looking at me. "This is...interesting," she admitted with a faint blush. We sat there for a few minutes, finishing up our cigarettes and talking. I told her about how I'd found the shop with the strange old woman who'd sold me the pendant for a ridiculously small amount. Now that I thought about it, it was almost as though that old woman had wanted me to have the pendant from the start and only asked for money because it was expected. After we left the table Tara and I found ourselves being drawn together again. Neither of us said a word, nor did we need to. I could see the desire in her eyes and I knew that she saw mine as well. We were pulled to each other with an inescapable hunger that led us right back to the bedroom. I licked and teased Tara's nipples while she did something completely indescribable to my nether regions, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was soon lost in the same ecstasy as the night before and more than eager to return the favor. "Wait," Tara gasped after awhile, "I want to try something else with you." "I'm game," I responded, wondering what she could possibly have in mind and looking forward to finding out. Tara reached into a drawer in the night stand and pulled out several items which immediately made my eyes go wide. There was a vibrator as well as a large strap on dildo that had to be about three times as big as my natural dong was. I'd heard about these kinds of things before and joked about them with some of my friends, but this was the first time I'd ever seen them. "Now just lay back and relax," Tara said, giving me a wicked grin as she turned on the vibrator. As soon as Tara touched me with the vibrator, I think I screamed. It felt absolutely incredible and she soon had me shuddering with wave after wave of explosive orgasm. I had no idea how long this continued before I collapsed like a puddle of jelly, still twitching in the afterglow. "We're not done yet," Tara told me after I'd had a few minutes to recover, "I still want my turn." "Okay," I groaned as I sat up. It took a bit of effort since I didn't want to move yet. Then I picked up the vibrator and gave Tara the same grin she'd given me and told her, "Now just lay back and relax..." Once Tara and I shifted positions, I went to work on her, doing my best to imitate what she had done to me. I could tell that she was enjoying the sensations, though she wasn't squirming nearly as much as I had been. I wondered if this meant I wasn't doing something right. "Up a little more," Tara moaned, licking her lips and moaning even louder as I moved the vibrator up. "Yes, right there..." We continued with this until Tara collapsed into the same quivering mass that I had, then I merely shifted positions again and began to kiss her. It was pure bliss. Eventually Tara slowly sat up and gestured to the dildo, "I think we can save that one for later..." And with that she gave me another long, passionate kiss and slowly climbed off the bed. "We don't want to rush into everything at once or there won't be anything new to try." She winked at me and sauntered into the bathroom. I waited where I was until I heard the bathtub faucet running then I slowly got up and join her. Tara and I took a nice long shower together, washing each other's backs and doing a bit more than that. We came close to ending up back on the bed, though we somehow managed to keep at least a little self-control. "Remember to use conditioner on your hair," Tara told me as she poured some conditioner into her hand, "it's a requirement for great hair." I didn't question Tara's advice as I copied her actions and began to use the conditioner in my own hair. After we were done with our shower, Tara wrapped an enormous towel around her body so I did the same. Then she pulled out a blow dryer and showed me how she used that and a brush to dry her hair while keeping it untangled and smooth. I'd never realized how much care her luxurious hair took, but I certainly wasn't about to argue with the results. A short time later I stood by and watched in curiosity as Tara dug through her closet and dresser, looking for what she described as 'the perfect outfits.' Piece by piece the clothes were tossed onto the bed to await our putting them on. First came the panties and bra, though Tara had to help me a little with the latter. I stood there for a minute, feeling extremely sexy to be wearing nothing but such sexy lingerie. I was even tempted to tear off the lingerie and end up on the bed again, and from the look in Tara's eyes I could tell she was thinking the same thing. Tara showed me how to put on pantyhose without tearing it or causing runs, and to her surprise, I was able to duplicate her actions with ease. In a way it felt like I'd been doing that for a long time. It was kind of strange, but I didn't question it. I just figured that it was more of the pendant's magic. After this came the rest of the clothes, the skirts and blouses which showed off our great figures. It was a little more flirty and sexy than I normally saw Tara running around in, but I was glad that she'd chosen those particular outfits because they certainly made me feel hot and sexy. Next Tara pulled out a pair of high heels and put them on, then handed me a very similar pair. By this time, I had the feeling that Tara was showing off more than anything and that she wanted to get a look at me all dressed up and sexy. That was just fine with me and I slipped the high heels on without hesitation, only wondering for a moment how I was going to walk in them without breaking an ankle. "Start off slowly," Tara cautioned me, "take it one step at a time. I'll be right here to help you with your balance." "Okay," I said, slowly standing up and getting my balance in the heels, "one step at a time." I took my first step, being very careful and ready to reach out and grab Tara if I felt myself falling. I frowned and concentrated on taking a second step, and then a third. Before I realized it, I was walking all around the bedroom without much problem. Sure, I felt just a little shaky, but not much at all. In fact the more I walked in them the less of a problem they were. "You're a natural," Tara grinned in delight, then added, "and those heels really make your legs look great, even if I do say so myself." "You would," I laughed as I admired her own legs. "Now for the final touches," Tara announced, gesturing to her makeup table and having me take a seat. "Just sit still while I get you ready." With that, Tara went to work putting the makeup on me, humming something to herself as she did so. I even found myself humming along as I watched her work in the mirror. As good as I looked before, she made me look even better, more sophisticated and sexy. I absolutely loved it. "My turn," Tara said as we traded positions, though she did her own makeup. Still, I watched carefully and she even began to describe exactly what she was doing and why. I still didn't understand everything about makeup so I just took her word for it. "You look great," I told her once she was done, admiring her beautiful face and then bending over to kiss her again. "Now for the final touches," Tara told me as she reached for her jewelry box a minute later. "Just a little bling if you know what I mean." With a few well practiced moves Tara slipped a pair of ear rings into her ears, put on a necklace and then a bracelet, ladies watch and a ring. Afterwards she turned her attention to picking out some similar pieces for me. I was a little startled to realize that I now had pierced ears and hadn't even noticed it. "They feel kind of weird," I said, shaking my head a little and feeling the slight weight on my ears shifting position. "But I think I like it." "Oh yeah," Tara said, looking me over, "I guess you're missing one more thing." With that she held up a bottle of nail polish of the same color as her own nails. "This will only take a few minutes." I soon found myself fully dressed, ready and primped, looking like a complete and total sexy babe. I took one look in the mirror and swelled with pride... not to mention lust. Damn I turned myself on. It was no wonder that Tara had so easily accepted my looking like her. If she felt like this whenever she looked into the mirror, then having her real life reflection there had to be her deepest fantasy come true. "So where are we going?" I asked Tara as we walked out her front door. She hesitated a moment, then smiled. "I figured that we'd go out shopping a little and have some lunch out." "Sounds good to me," I grinned, then hesitantly added, "but I don't have any money." Tara shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it." I looked over and suddenly noticed Tara's neighbor's, Mr. and Mrs. Devroe, out in their garden. They were a middle aged couple whose lawn I'd mown a few times for spending cash. "Hello Tara," Mrs. Devroe waved, then froze with a look of surprise on her face as she noticed that there were two of us. Her husband looked as though he was questioning his own sight. "Hey," Tara waved back, then gestured to me, "this is my sister Mara." "Wow," Mrs. Devroe blinked, "I didn't know you had a sister, much less a twin." "We haven't seen it other in quite awhile," I said, deciding to play along. "I'm Ellen," Mrs. Devroe said, "this is my husband Bill." "Pleased to meet you," I told them. "The resemblance is uncanny," Mr. Devroe... Bill said, shaking his head in amazement. "We used to get that all the time," Tara chuckled. "You should have seen some of the pranks we used to play when we were kids. Our dates never knew which one of us they'd get." I stood there for a few minutes as Tara went on, spinning an incredible story about how inseparable we were growing up, then how we went to separate colleges and have barely seen each other since. Of course I knew better, but her tale was so good that even I was almost ready to believe it. Once we said good-bye to the Devroe's and climbed into Tara's car, I told her, "Where did you come up with all that?" "It's a gift," Tara laughed, looking rather pleased with herself. "So I'm Mara now?" I asked with a grin. "It was short notice," she shrugged, "now let's get going. If you're lucky, I might even let you drive back." "But I don't have my license," I blinked. Tara just shrugged again. "That's okay... I just might let you borrow mine." A short time later we arrived at the mall and went inside. I felt a little strange walking around in public as I was and having guys stare at me, especially when I knew exactly what they saw when they looked at me. They saw Tara, a very sexy woman. As strange as that was, it kind of filled me with excitement at the same time. Tara and I walked through the mall side by side, attracting more than a little attention. After all Tara alone was a complete and total babe, so having two of her was even better. I couldn't help but giggling at some of the looks we got, and Tara was obviously amused as well. In fact I was beginning to suspect that she'd brought us to the mall just so she could get that kind of reaction. "Let's go in here first," Tara told me, gesturing to one of those sexy lingerie shops. I gulped but went along with her, thinking that this could definitely be interesting. "I've always wanted to come in here and watch women try this stuff on," I admitted to Tara, "I never even come in though." "Then you're in for an experience," Tara smiled at me. "Just don't think it's going to be like one of those Penthouse stories." "Penthouse?" I blinked in confusion. "Never mind." She rolled her eyes. "And I thought all guys were familiar with that..." A minute later we were in the back section with Tara picking out several interesting pieces of clothing. She seemed to be going for the raciest red and black ones, ignoring anything white or too plain looking. "This would look fantastic on you," Tara told me, holding a lace nightie up to me and looking at me thoughtfully. "But I'm only going to be like this until tomorrow," I reminded her. Tara just snorted, "Who do you think gets to keep this stuff afterwards?" She raised an eyebrow then winked at me. "Now I think we have enough to start trying these on." "I think I want to see you in THIS." I picked up a particularly risque looking piece. Tara just took one look at it and smirked. "I already have one just like it at home." Then she grinned, "If you're lucky I just might show you my working outfit and my routine." "Wow," I gulped, remembering that she was a stripper. I'd never seen a real stripper do her thing, much less for me privately. I could barely wait. "Now let's get you undressed so you can try this on." Tara held up a slinky looking corset. "Okay," I said, going into the dressing room and changing clothes. Tara came in with me and gave me a long, passionate kiss. We probably would have gone a lot further if it wasn't for the fact that there was a sales lady and other customers just a short distance away. Even so it took a great act of willpower on both our parts to break it off before we got carried away. A few minutes later I was dressed up in an outfit that made me drool at my reflection, as if I didn't do that already. I was wearing a red corset, a garter belt, some stockings, high heels and almost nothing else. It was all Tara and I could do to keep from going at it again long enough for us both to change into something else. When Tara and I left the lingerie store an hour later it was with several bags stuffed with sexy looking under things. I don't think that either of us could wait to get back to her place and try them on without anyone to interrupt us. I know that I was dripping wet at the very thought. Tara and I continued on our trip through the mall, checking out various clothing and shoe stores, none of which was nearly as interesting as the lingerie one. However I had to admit that it was a lot of fun looking at things to wear and trying them on. I'd never imagined that shopping could actually been fun, but then again, I'd never been shopping with Tara before or with a body like the one I currently possessed. Eventually we ended up at a coffee shop in the food court, where Tara immediately ordered us each a pastry and an espresso. I'd never had an espresso before and hated the taste of coffee, but I went with her judgment on this since I seemed to have gained so many of her tastes. "This is good," I admitted with some surprise as I sipped my espresso. Tara nodded. "There are some days where these things are the only thing that keep me going." Then she asked, "So what do you think so far?" I thought about it for a moment then grinned, "I'm having a blast. I've never done anything like this before and it's all so different from what I'm used to. I like it." I was a little embarrassed to be admitting this, though not much. At the moment I was enjoying myself way too much to be self-conscious. "I'm glad you're having fun," Tara smiled, looking genuinely happy. "I know I am. It's nice having a twin sister." "It's nice being a twin sister," I laughed. We both smiled at each other and sat there for several minutes, sipping our espressos and chatting as though we really were the twin sisters we appeared. I felt so grown-up and sexy, especially since Tara was treating me as though I was an adult woman and not a teenage boy who just looked like one. I was getting quite caught up in this and enjoying every moment of it. After we had finished with our break, Tara and I were ready to go through the rest of the mall. We spent a short time wandering through a store full of scented soaps and lotions, the kind of place that drew women like moths but any self respecting guy would avoid. Normally, I wouldn't even be caught loitering near the place, but at the moment I wasn't a guy so didn't have to feel embarrassed about going inside with Tara. Tara and I wandered through a few more stores before ending up inside of a jewelry shop. Tara's eyes immediately lit up as she scanned the display cases, nearly drooling on some of the gorgeous pieces of gold and diamond. To my surprise I even found myself admiring how nice some of the jewelry looked and wondering what it would look like on me. "Look at these earrings," Tara told me, pointing to a pair of dangling silver ear rings with diamond studs, "and how about this bracelet...?" "Very nice," I nodded appreciatively. "It looks so elegant..." "Very," Tara agreed. "And what about this necklace?" I asked her. "It's fantastic." Tara stared at the necklace for a moment, then smiled, "You have exquisite taste." "I learned it from the best," I teased her. "Why so you did," Tara grinned smugly. We continued looking through the jewelry store for a lot longer than I thought anyone could, examining nearly every piece inside the cases and offering our opinions. Then we found a gorgeous white gold pendant with an amethyst stone in the middle. Tara and I both found ourselves staring at it for few seconds, and when we left the shop a short time later we each had a matching pendant. "It's just too bad I won't be able to wear this after I go back to normal." I sighed regretfully, fingering my pendant and admiring it as well as thinking about how embarrassing it would be to wear such a feminine piece of jewelry as a guy. "Well, I guess you'll just have to enjoy it while you can," Tara told me. "By the way, it looks great on you." "It looks great on you too," I grinned back and we both laughed. Once we were finished with our shopping trip through the mall, we eventually left with each of us having our hands full of bags. I had no idea just how much Tara had spent since she'd paid for everything, but I had no doubt that it was a lot of money. It was probably more than I made in allowance, house sitting and mowing lawns for the entire year, so I felt honored that she'd spend so much on me. We paused just outside of the mall entrance, simultaneously reaching into our purses for our cigarettes. I'd been craving one for awhile so I felt a great sense of relief as I lit my cigarette and took a long drag. I blew the smoke out to the side as though I had been doing so for years, amazed at just how normal this felt for me. It was hard to believe that I'd never smoked a cigarette before yesterday. "Well sis," Tara said as she blew out her own stream of smoke and picked her bags up again, "Let's get going. We only have a limited amount of time so I want to make the best of it." "Sure thing sis," I responded as I picked my own bags back up, "I wouldn't want to miss a minute of this." I inhaled deeply of the aroma that came from my plate, then took a bite of butter soaked lobster. It was delicious, nearly melting in my mouth. Then I washed it down with a sip from my wine. There was no doubt in my mind that this was definitely the best dinner I had ever eaten. "What do you think?" Tara asked me with an eager smile. "Very good," I grinned, "fantastic." I paused to glance around the expensive restaurant and then look back at my plate. "I've never had lobster before... or wine." Tara just smiled and took a sip from her own glass of wine before responding, "I don't eat at places like this as often as I'd like, but I thought this deserved a celebration." "Thanks for brining me," I told her sincerely. "I don't think I've ever been in a place like this before." Tara just shrugged and held out her glass for a toast. "To fantasies come true." "To fantasies come true," I echoed the toast. "I know mine certainly has." She winked at me, making me grin. There was no doubt that my deepest fantasies had been coming true this weekend as well, even if not quite how I'd imagined them. In many ways this was even better. "I can't believe I'm actually eating asparagus and enjoying it," I said a minute later as I took another bite of the vegetable. "I've always hated this stuff." "It's probably my favorite vegetable," Tara smiled, watching me with an amused look. I just nodded at that and continued eating my meal. We ate and talked for awhile longer, and when we were finished, we were both too full for desert. I considered that something of a tragedy since some of the deserts on the menu looked absolutely delicious, but the rest of the meal made up for that. After Tara paid we left the restaurant, only to nearly bump into two guys who were coming inside at the same time. They were both tall and one of them looked pretty muscular. Both men immediately looked at Tara and I both with looks of surprise and appreciation. "Hey," the taller of the two grinned, "I'm Tom...this is Greg. Would you two lovely ladies like to have lunch with us tomorrow?" "I'm sorry," Tara said with an apologetic look, "but my sister is only in town until tomorrow and we've got nearly every minute already planned." "Maybe some other time," Greg said with a look of disappointment. "Maybe," Tara answered without commitment. Tom reached into his pocked and handed Tara a business card. "Give me a call some time." "I just might do that." She smiled at him faintly before adding, "I'm sorry, but we've got to go." Tara and I slipped away from Tom and Greg a few seconds later and made our way outside where we were alone. I let out a sigh of relief, having gotten nervous with those two guys hitting on us. However there was something that which made me a bit curious. "Why were you flirting with them instead of just telling them that you were a lesbian?" I asked Tara, feeling just a little confused. She reached into her purse and pulled out her pack of cigarettes before answering, "I thought it would be nicer to at least let them have their fantasies." Then she chuckled, "I'll bet they'll both have some interesting dreams tonight." I laughed at that knowing exactly what she'd meant. I'd had more than my share of wet dreams about her, and now that I looked exactly like her, the two of us were sure to have quite an impact on them. I wasn't sure how I felt at being the object of some guy's fantasies though. Tara lit her cigarette, then held the pack out to offer me one. I accepted it without a word as well as the lighter. I casually lit my own cigarette, then gave her lighter back and blew a stream of smoke out overhead. "So," I said with a smile, "are we going back home next?" "Not quite yet," Tara said slowly, gesturing down the street and adding, "The club I dance at is just down the street so I thought we'd stop off and I could show you around." "Sounds great to me," I grinned, loving the idea of walking into a strip club and not having anyone think anything odd about it. We walked down the street a little less than a block, stopping just outside the club Tara worked at. "I have an idea," she told me with a grin, then explained what she had in mind. Tara remained outside while I stepped through the doors, finding a tall man with a mustache standing guard and checking drivers licenses. "Hey Todd," I called out to him as I walked right in. "Hey Tara," he nodded to me, "what are you doing here? I thought you were out of town for the weekend." "A slight change of plans," I told him. "The club I was going to have an accident so I had to come back." Todd nodded and I went past him, pausing just on the other side and grinning as Tara came in and greeted him, "Hey Todd." Todd's eyes went wide and he looked around in confusion, "How...? You just...?" "I see you've met my sister Mara," Tara told him with a grin while I came back and grinned. He just stared at us both in amazement, blinking as though he wasn't sure he believed what he was seeing. Then he finally gasped, "I didn't know you had a twin sister" "We haven't seen each other in awhile," Tara explained, then gave him the same story she'd told the Devroes. After this Tara and I both went inside the club, neither of us having to show Todd any ID. Of course this was a good thing since I didn't have any, but it seemed that my resemblance to Tara was all the identification I needed. The club was dimly lit with a haze of cigarette smoke obscuring some of the view. It was almost all dark in a few corners but there were several places that seemed to be well lit. One of those was the bar, while the other was of course the stage. At the moment a busty red head, dressed in a skimpy cowgirl outfit... and just barely, was strutting around the stage. She grabbed one of the two poles and stretched her leg up it until her stiletto heel was over her head. Guys were yelling and cheering for her, especially when she tore her shirt off and tossed it to the side. "Sorry," Tara whispered in my ear, "but Dusty there is happily married. Besides, I want you all for myself." I tore my eyes away from the dancer on the stage and blushed, "I was just..." "Don't worry," Tara laughed, "I've admired her more than a few times myself. She is pretty hot." "But you're hotter," I pointed out, being completely honest and pleasing Tara quite a bit because of that. "You want a drink?" Tara abruptly asked me, pulling me towards the bar. "Hey Jen," Tara said to the pretty, but not hot looking girl behind the bar, "I'd like you to meet my sister Mara." Jen looked at me in surprise, then said, "Nice to meet you. Can I pour you anything?" "Two bourbons," Tara told her. Jen quickly poured two drinks and set them in front of us with a nod. Then she asked Tara, "You going on tonight?" "Not tonight," Tara told her, taking a sip of her drink and pushing the other one towards me. "I just came in to show Mara around." Jen nodded, staring at me for just a moment, obviously surprised at just how identical I looked to Tara. However she just smiled, nodded at me and went to serve the next customer who was loudly demanding another beer. I took a sip of my bourbon, enjoying the burn as it went down my throat and into my stomach. I knew very well that I probably wouldn't like it if I was back in my own body, but at the moment it was quite good. I took another sip and followed after Tara as she walked through the club. Tara led me to a back room that had several extremely hot looking half dressed women sitting around. One of them had breasts that were nearly the size of beach balls, and she didn't have a top on. It was all I could do to keep myself from staring or acting strange. "Girls," Tara exclaimed, "this is my sister Mara. She's in town for a couple days so I thought I'd show her around." "Nice to meet you," the huge breasted woman said while the other girls nodded and offered polite hellos. "I'm on next," a woman with long brunette hair and a number of clearly visible tattoos said. She wrapped a feather boa around her neck then hurried out the door. A minute later the woman who'd been on the stage came in. "Dusty," Tara told her, "this is my sister Mara." "Wow, you sure do look alike," Dusty said with a bit of a Texas accent, staring at us both in surprise. "Nice to meet you," I told her. Then I looked to the other woman in the room. She had dark skin, though I wasn't sure she counted as black or some other ethnicity because of the shade and her features. She had long blonde hair, a nice figure and fine looking features. The woman was very beautiful, but nothing compared to Tara. "So you are sister," the dark skinned woman said in a thick accent that I couldn't place. She didn't seem all that interested, only vaguely curious. "Is nice to know you." "This is Xena," Tara told me with a smile. "Honestly, no one here can pronounce her real name so she chose one from her favorite TV show." "Is good show," Xena announced proudly. We stood around and talked to these women for about ten minutes, though the conversation wasn't all that exciting. Mostly they were telling Tara what had been going on over the last few days and complaining about some of the customers who didn't tip properly. However Dusty did a little bragging about one man who'd tossed her a hundred dollar bill for her dancing. Then the door suddenly flung open and another woman stepped into the room. This one was middle aged, rough looking and was definitely not a stripper. "What the hell are you all sitting around here for?" she demanded. "We've got customers out there expecting their lap dances." "Sorry," Dusty exclaimed, rushing for the door. "We just got a little distracted," the huge breasted woman whose name I never got apologized and left. "This is the club manager Sheila," Tara told me, gesturing to the newcomer. "What the bloody hell?" Sheila gasped as she stared at me. "There are two of you..." "This is my sister Mara," Tara told her with a smile, giving me a look of amusement. "She's in town for a few days so I thought I'd show her where I danced." "I thought you were supposed to be out of town this weekend," Sheila told Tara with a scowl. "There was a big accident at the other club and they had to close down," Tara told her with a sigh. Sheila nodded, giving me a suspicious look and then turning to Tara. "While you're here you might as well take the stage. Bambi never came in tonight." Tara frowned slightly, "I wasn't planning on it..." Then she glanced at me and smiled faintly. "But I think I can go on for one short set to show Mara what I do." I had to fight back the grin that threatened to explode on my face. Sheila just grunted and left while Tara went to a locker and opened it, showing several outfits sitting inside. She pulled out a skimpy red one and held it up for me to get a good look. "I'll probably spend more time dressing and undressing than actually dancing," Tara told me, "but I thought I'd show you what I do for a living." "Sounds great to me," I told her with a grin. Tara quickly changed her clothes and then waited for the next dancer switch out. She took the spot that the huge breasted woman was going to take and went out onto the stage while I took a seat to watch her. I was getting excited before she'd even started dancing. When the music started, Tara was immediately in motion, moving so gracefully and sexily. I nearly drooled as I watched her, my heart jumping with excitement while the rest of my body was responding in other ways. I was half afraid that I was so wet that it would actually soak through my clothes and show. Tara danced across the stage in an awesome display of flexibility and sensuality, sending invisible waves of erotic fantasy sweeping through the club. Men were yelling and cheering, throwing money onto the stage and trying to get her attention. Tara slowly looked out across the audience, winking and moving even more erotically. After Tara finished I met her in the back room, exclaiming, "That was incredible..."