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The (Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place
regarding characters etc. This is only a fantasy story. I only wish
there is enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given
me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. If you
don't like the story that's understandable but please be kind in your
critique. Lauren Westley. ([email protected])
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
By Lauren Westley
A lifetime seems to become shorter when you reach fifty-five; also known
as the double nickel. My twenty-year marriage had ended in divorce and
since we had been a childless couple I didn't contest incompatibility.
If I had been more honest with myself I probably would never have
married. It wasn't sexless but it was without passion.
During our divorce my last parent had passed away. Mother had outlived
my Dad by nearly ten years and since I had no siblings I inherited what
little estate remained. The most valuable was the deed to a small ranch
house with no mortgage outside Tupelo, Mississippi. As nondescript as
the house is it was still my home. In settling the divorce I had not
wanted anything from our house in Auburn Georgia but instead found my
mother's furnishings quite adequate.
It took awhile for me to decide to move from my room to refurnishing the
master to my liking. I had the bathroom redone having taken an adjacent
room and joining it to make a wonderful modern, large bathroom. During
the renovation an old door to a closet revealed a mirror had been
covered over by plywood and painted on the other side. It was a
beautiful beveled antique mirror. Over the years it had crackled a bit
but my decorator and I decided it would make a wonderful full-length
mirror for the new bathroom.
No bathtub had been installed since I've taken showers since I was a
young boy despite my mental proclivity. You see, ever since I could
remember I had mentally thought of myself as having been a woman but
when I explain what I look like you'll understand why I buried the idea
deep in a hidden and private area of my brain.
At fifty-five I stand six foot tall and weigh 230 pounds. I'm big and
hairy except for my head, which is balding with plenty of white and gray
with what remains. I am what you call a bear of a man.
One night, after I had showered, as I stood on the limestone floor in
front of my antique mirror looking at the somewhat crackled mirror
reflection of me my mind concentrated on seeing my hairy mans' body and
at the same time thinking of the girl I dreamed I should have been.
Holding my second vodka martini with my naked body in the mirror I
momentarily was shocked when I looked down at my feet and for a moment
thought I saw feminine toes with red toenail polish.
That night I dreamt a dream from back in my childhood when I visited my
cousins. Christina was three years older then David and I. I stayed
there for a week. For some reason I ended up in Christina's room. I
remember looking in her drawer and finding a simple pair of white satin
panties. I put them on and I felt so good. And then I put them back in
the draw and pressed all those thoughts deep into my mind as I pressed
the panties flat as if squeezing out my unholy thoughts. For my lifetime
I only remembered them from time to time.
However this night I dreamt of being in that room with the pastel
colors; a smell of jasmine wafting through the air as I saw myself as
Christina and not as Bobbie, my mind awake but my body asleep. The night
was electric with my dream. I'm sure you've had vivid dreams. This was
one of those. I awoke in the morning disappointed and got back to the
reality of my job and boring life. By early afternoon my thoughts turned
back to the day before and I assured myself I would do exactly the same
thing as yesterday and see what may happen.
Even though my mind was elsewhere I saw my big hairy hands complete my
workload early and since I wasn't an hourly employee I decided to go
home at four pm. The ride in my vintage wreck of a Honda Civic kept me
in both anticipation and suspense. As I drove I thought if I were
Christina I wouldn't drive this heap. Instead I'd have a Mercedes
convertible; white with red leather interior. I'd have blond hair, blue
eyes and a skirt riding up my thighs. But here I was, David driving this
Civic wearing Sam's Club clothing. Even my no name sneakers told the
story of my sorry ass.
Arriving home I lumbered out of the dinged up Civic and walked to my
front door. The door was the only outward sign of another me. In a
nondescript neighborhood of homes I had painted the door a glossy shade
between watermelon and plum. It was an oddity on my street but when I
was asked why I would reply, "the color was on sale." But it was a
feminine touch for such a bachelor pad.
Home at last with my outlandish colored door closed behind me I took
stock of my meager abode. Since this house had been my mom's the living
room furniture was old and worn but since my Mom a decorator it had her
look. The sofa was green worsted wool and the stuffed chairs a plaid of
yellow and brown. Actually it looked atrocious. I guess I knew where my
door color came from genetically.
My bedroom was a different story. I had done the whole thing in black
and white. It was a neither here nor there scheme and without a gender
orientation, modern Spartan. I removed my clothes laying them on the bed
and walked naked into the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror I turned on the
shower and while waiting for the water to warm brushed my teeth. The
one
good asset I had. They were white, straight and created a nice smile. In
the mirror above the sink I could see my five o'clock shadow, which had
arrived as usual early. Washing my legs my fingers glided over the
thick
testosterone follicles.
All clean I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. The mirror
above the sink showed a middle-aged man who had aged badly. There was no
growing old gracefully for me. I had simply grown old. It's funny how
my
mind and my body didn't match as if God had played a cruel trick on me.
I caught an odd glimpse of my butt reflected in the mirror above my sink
reflecting from the antique mirror behind. But I didn't see my flat
butt. Instead as I looked I saw a perfectly rounded feminine ass. I
could only see the left-hand side but I saw enough to see the curvature
of my waist and hairless thigh.
Shocked I stood longer looking then you'd expect. I was amazed. Awed.
Over the next week I would return to my mirror each night. Spending more
and more time looking at the beautiful me. When I touched my body she
touched hers. It wasn't mine because my hands felt my balls and penis as
she felt her Venus mound and pussy.
Each night I got to know her body and it was exquisite. I fail at the
words to express what I saw. The words seem so mundane comparatively but
here is whom I saw. Judging from my height I estimate her to be 5'7",
small frame, perhaps 115 pounds. I don't know her cup size but they
appear as if sculpted by the gods to perfection. When my hands lifted my
chest I could tell how lush they would feel as her hands mimicked mine.
Her nipples were moderate pink toned with wonderful areolas. To look at
her skin was to think she was photo shopped. The only blemish on her
skin was a small beauty mark, a mole, just to the left of her small
blond patch of hair above her mon pubis and although her skin was a
radiant white it seemed obvious her skin would tan a golden bronze.
Her arms and legs showed feminine muscularity. Her face was strikingly
beautiful. Full-unpainted lips radiating a pouting sensuality captivated
my eyes.
I spent hours before the mirror studying her and she seemed to be
studying me, a mirror image. Her calves were turned so femininely with
light blond fuzz and what appeared cotton like in texture. And although
I couldn't smell her I imagined her scent to be a mixture of honey and
lavender.
The days at work blurred while my nights and weekends were full with an
emotional rapture I can't describe. At work I worried she'd be gone but
fortunately she was there when I got home.
Everything changed one Friday evening while I standing looking at her. I
was very close, within inches, to the mirror. A small smudge on the
mirror blurred one of her areola. I reached out to rub it clean when
something truly amazing happened. My forefinger reached for the mirror
and so did hers. Our fingers didn't stop at the mirror but instead
rippled through the mirror and I was touching her nipple and she mine.
The shock was mental electric. My minds so shocked I pulled my hand back
quickly and began to perspire. Shaking I left the bathroom scared,
excited and emotionally drained.
Saturday morning I got up. I didn't even go to the bathroom. Instead I
got dressed and went out for the whole day. And although all I thought
about was what had happened the night before I stayed away from the
mirror until Sunday morning. Drawn like a moth to a fire I walked over
to the mirror after showering. She was still there. Dripping wet like I
was. Her blond hair darkened wet shedding water droplets onto her
breasts.
What should I do? What would happen if? And as if lightening flashed
across my synapses a decision and action formulated and became action. I
walked into the mirror and she walked out into my bathroom. I turned
watching myself leave my bathroom and I realized I was now her. The
mirror changed from showing my bathroom to simply reflecting my new
body. And as much as I was now who I always wanted to be I was also
scared. I wondered how this mirror worked. Why wasn't she there while I
was standing here? What had happened?
I walked naked with an unimaginable feeling. The whole movement of my
body was different. It was so much more then just the movement and
awareness of my breasts. Wandering through her place, now my place, I
found I was in a one-bedroom apartment with no windows and no doors.
There was a closet full of beautiful dresses and dresser full of erotic
lingerie. There was a kitchen with a dining area. The bathroom was large
with a vanity and it was in the drawer on the right of the vanity I
found this note later that day.
"I have been stuck here for nearly 60 years waiting for someone to
change places with. Every day and every night I would come to the mirror
hoping someone would be there. Finally you arrived. I have very little
to tell you except this. You must learn everything about being a woman
including menstruation, cramps, mood swings but fortunately you cannot
get pregnant. If you are successful windows and doors will magically
appear and you will find yourself in a world where you are the only
woman. You have thirty days to accomplish this. If you are not
successful the mirror will disappear and you will still be what you are.
The mirror is your only hope to find a way out of here. And although I
will have the mirror boarded up again someday someone will find it and
you may be able to entice them to do what I enticed you to do. The
mirror seems to only works when the owner is alone looking into it. I
don't really know how the magic works but I know it pulled me in some
sixty years ago. Whether you take the next thirty days seriously or not
the men will come on the thirty-first day. You will learn to please the
very many seductive and perverted pleasures of men with your body.
Without the mirror it could be for eternity. The first thing for you to
do is pick a name and write it in the red leather bound book you'll find
on the top shelf of the bookcase. Serena.
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