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Remirror - Skin Deep.
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This is an experiment in erotic fiction. As many readers know,
there are some basic tropes in TG fiction that are now long-standing
and predictable. The Remirror project is an experiment in
turning those tropes back on themselves to see what comes out
of it. I plan to take passages from popular TG fiction and
tweak them from MtF to FtM. However, I intend to keep most
of the same gender-role expectations intact (e.g. the
submissiveness, the softness, and other stereotypical
expectations of transformed MtFs).
The following passage is an adaptation of a part of Mark McDonald's
Skin Deep (without his explicit permission). Join me in
exploring and questioning what TG fiction is really about and
in exploring yourself in a new mirror - once again.
-Remirror, 2009
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As I went down, my vision started to clear; I wouldn't die
blind after all. I remember hitting the ground hard, my
head bouncing slightly off the floor. As I passed out, I
could smell old spilled coffee on the indoor/outdoor carpet
by my head. I could see in the semi-darkness the patterns
the coffee had made in the carpet when it landed there.
Before me was a puddle of beautiful brown hair that spilled
out in front of my face.
My last thoughts were: "Where the hell did all the pretty
hair come from?"
I don't think I was out long, but it was the idea that I
had passed out at all that got my eyes open and my brain
working again. As though a magical hand had propped me up,
I sat bolt upright. The pain in my head and body was
exquisite; it made the world swim before my eyes and I had
to close them to keep from passing out again. Leaning back
against a desk that I had fallen next to, I remember
thinking may have even hit with my head on the way down. I
stayed there until the fainting spell passed.
There was something flowing over my shoulders. I reached
over with one of my hands and grabbed what ever it was and
examined it. When I did, my leg brushed something fleshy
between my legs. I didn't even pretend not to know what it was. I
paused, and then reached to touch the flesh on my crotch
again without looking at it. It reacted to my touch,
becoming just slightly firmer. I could feel the sensation
of touch from both points, from the touch of my fingers and
from the penis when my hand touched it.
I looked down. Yep, I'd been right, a perfectly shaped
cod-piece with balls hanging from my crotch.
"Oh hell!" The voice was different, deeper and
softer. I reached up and clutched at my throat. "Testing
one, two, three..."
"Uh oh!" I rumbled.
I didn't need further exploration to understand that the
skin I'd gotten was male. The package, it was next to me
on the floor. It snatched it up and looked again at the
lettering. Yep, it said XY all right, male chromosome
pattern. I should have seen that for what it was, damn it.
The rest of the sequence of the serial number came into
focus CMA25 meant of course, Caucasian Male - Age 25. I
still couldn't make out the warning.
Out in the warehouse I could hear voices, different from
the ones that I had come here with. I tried to count the
number of distinct voices and quickly came up with five.
They were all female voices, which meant I alone had drawn a
male skin. Okay, I thought, all bets were off; I didn't
come down here to become a guy. All the skins had been put
on so that transmitter thing could be activated. I should
be able to take this thing off now, so I'm off the hook. I
smiled at the thought. In fact, I couldn't have been
happier. Since I'd been dead set against this to begin
with, the idea that all this was over so quickly was really
making my night -- and no one could blame me for ruining it
for everyone else.
I reached behind me to undo the buttons that had activated
it. Then, I paused for just a moment, wondering if it was
going to hurt like it did when it activated, but I figured
it was worth it to get out of this mess. My hands worked
the back of the suit looking for a lump, a crease or an
opening somewhere. They found nothing except smooth,
continuous skin.
"Skins are imperceptible, even to surgery," a small voice
reminded me.
It had to be there. How the hell else was I supposed to get
it off? If it was gone then that meant...
I shook the thought away before it had a chance to reach
its logical conclusion and panic could set in. Still, I was
getting concerned so I stood up and searched again. For the
first time feeling the strangeness of moving in this body,
the sensation of things missing and new things where there
shouldn't have been any. All that hair kept getting in my
way so I grabbed it and tossed it over one shoulder. Then,
I ran both hands flat over the back of my neck again.
"Jesus, where is it?" I grunted as I continued to explore
the back of my new body.
My hand to slide further away from the base of the neck
looking for and opening, a way out, but it was one
continuous piece of skin.
The skin was smooth and soft -- and quite warm. With that,
my heart started to pump harder. I had to get this thing
off; I couldn't let anyone see me like this. Panicked, my
hands raced faster over the back of my body, searching
franticly for a release somewhere else on my body -- my
body? I searched my scalp, my face, the front of my body
even my balls, down over my torso and around my ass --
nothing. The urge to cry grew as I searched the room trying
to get an idea. Briefly, I thought about breaking the
window to the office and using the shards to cut the thing
off me, but I knew that wouldn't work. I had to get this
thing off the way I had gotten it on or it wouldn't come
off at all.
My lips started to tremble with panic. I was close to the
edge of sheer hysteria. Then I saw my reflection in the
glass of the window, because the lights were down, it made
and excellent mirror.
"Oh my God!" I heard myself creak. "Look at me,"
whispered as I walked closer to the glass to get a better
look.
I was considerably taller, willowy, with just longer than shoulder
length chestnut brown hair flowing from the top of my head
like a brown silk fountain. I reached up to touch it and
watched as the beautiful boy in the window did the
same. When I touched my hair, he touched his. The penis
of the boy in the window was not huge but not small
either, with a large brown tip. It was dark but it
appeared to be perfectly shaped. I reminded myself that
it would be. It was designed to be. His chest was
wide and hips narrow. The whole body was very lean.
It was perhaps the most surreal moment of my life. I could
feel myself walking toward the window, drawn by the image I
saw there. I could feel my legs work to move me across the
room. At the same time I could see the stranger in the
reflection of the glass make the same movements in reverse.
As I, or what my consciousness I perceived to be "I,"
approached the glass, I lifted my hand to touch it. The
boy on the other side followed my movements perfectly.
When I said "Oh nooooo!" his lips synced my words as if he
had practiced his line for hours. Worse was that although
he lip-synced the words, it was his voice that I heard. I
could not reproduce what I knew as my voice.
"Okay, don't flip out man," I consoled myself in that other
person's voice. "It will be alright. Just take it off.
That's all you have to do."
"Hey, where's Anne?"
Maddy
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