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Through the Mirror: A Father Son Story Author's Note: Been a while and this came to me, at least the idea. We'll see where it leads Tim sat at his desk, his history book open, pen poised above the paper as he scanned the page looking for the answer to the questions listed. He wasn't a fan of eighth grade history, didn't really understand what difference it made if he knew who did what when. "Hey, son." His father stuck his head in the door. "I need to run a quick errand, about an hour or so. Will you be ok here by yourself while I'm gone?" "Sure." Tim tapped the paper. "Got plenty to keep me busy for a while." "OK, save me some grief if you get your homework done before you go back to your mother," he grinned. "Get it cleared out and we have all day tomorrow to do things and Sunday before you have to go back." "That's the plan," Tim answered. "I don't have much left so I should be done before you get back. I can just watch TV until you do if I finish early." "OK, sounds good." He walked away from the door. "Be back soon!" Tim scribbled down the answer to the question and listened. In truth this was the last of the homework he had brought with him and he was done. But he knew this would be the last chance he had to be alone during the weekend. He had clothes here at his dad's house but always brought along some extra things. Sometimes leaving things here and bringing other things back to his other home. He dug into the back of the case and pulled out a small pack pf some clothes carefully folded together. He unwrapped and spread them out: a pleated skirt, white blouse, white panties with little blue flowers and blue lace, white bra, white socks, and a pair of black shoes. His heart raced as he quickly began stripping off his current shorts and t-shirt in anticipation of donning his new clothes. His mother had asked him to move all the boxes of clothes she was donating out to the curb for collection later that day. Tim had taken the opportunity to go through them and take out a complete outfit that his stepsister had outgrown. He pulled the cotton panties on first and then reached for the bra. There really wasn't much to it except the shape to indicate it was a bra, the soft cotton cups felt nice against his nipples. He imagined it had enough room if he were a budding little girl. The thought sent a shiver through his body. He put on the blouse; the short puffy sleeves had a cuff that was tight on his bicep. He stepped into the skirt, tucked the blouse in and zipped and buttoned it. His heart felt like it would hammer through his chest, and even the tight elastic of the bra didn't feel like it could stop it. He sat and pulled the anklet socks on his feet and slipped his feet into the shoes. The shoes were a little tight, but bearable. Tim glanced at the clock, already fifteen minutes had gone by. He stood up and twisted back and forth watching the skirt swirl about. Grinning he walked to the bedroom door and listened again to be sure he was alone. After a moment he moved out into the hall. "Probably too late if I'm not alone," he told the empty hallway. He wandered into the kitchen where he got a glass of water. Then he walked back toward his bedroom. He focused on what he was feeling: aware of the tight panties, the skirt that brushed at his thighs, the cuffs on his arms, the bra wrapped around his chest, the shoes on his feet. He peeked into an extra room as he walked up the hall and saw a full- length mirror standing in the corner. He quickly turned and went to it, a chance to see himself head to toe in his outfit! He checked to be sure the water glass wasn't going to leave a ring and set it on a table. He moved over to the mirror and stood in front of it. He understood the need for the bra as he could see the outline of it through the blouse. Wouldn't want someone seeing his boobs, he thought and giggled. He turned around and bent over peering back in the mirror trying to look up the back of his skirt. He finally bent far enough to catch a glimpse of the white panty with the blue flowers covering most of his bottom, indeed one side had started slipping between his cheeks. He straightened back up and looked again at image in the mirror. He silently congratulated himself for getting himself an outfit he could wear. He would definitely find a place to hide it here. Maybe he would have another outfit later. His stepsister was getting older and starting to wear shoes with high heels on them. He wondered what that might be like. He raised up on his toes and tried to envision what changes were being made to his legs. He turned a bit trying to see when he lost his balance and fell toward the mirror. The sound of breaking glass flashed through his mind as his body got closer to the mirror, he reached to try and get his hand on the frame, but it felt like it would not move fast enough. He did the one thing he knew he could do in time: he closed his eyes. The fall seemed to take longer than he expected. The sound of broken glass never came. A solid concrete floor met his hands, hip and knee. "Ow!" he called out and opened his eyes. He didn't understand what he was seeing. First, the floor was gray. Also, there was long blond hair hanging down either side of his face. He looked up and saw a solid cinder-block wall on one side, lockers on the other. His confusion was starting to clear as be began "remembering" where and who he was. "Look at her," a voice came from somewhere, "she can't even walk out of a locker room without falling down." Jennifer, he realized. She was a popular girl who was so sweet and kind to everyone she liked, and everyone else whenever someone was watching. But, apparently like now, when alone she was mean. Tim, no Trina he remembered, got to her feet. "Nothing to say?" Jennifer taunted. "Clumsy as you are you should probably be over in the boy's side. Nobody would even notice, flat as your chest is." She enjoyed rubbing in to all the other girls who were late bloomers. She relished all the attention she got from the boys too. Trina was about to say something when they heard a door. Jennifer immediately changed her demeanor. "What are you girls still doing in here?" the woman, Ms. Cantor, asked. "Oh, Trina took a spill and I was just checking to be sure she was alright." Jennifer offered a smile. "You OK?" Ms. Cantor asked. "Yes, ma'am," Trina nodded. "I'm fine." "Good." She turned opening a passage to the door. "Then you all best be getting on to class." Jennifer spun on her heel and headed for the door. Trina hesitated, she glanced behind her and saw a mirror attached to the wall. She looked back at Ms. Cantor and decided she should just go and figure things out in a while. She pushed the door open an merged in with other boys and girls walking the hallway and headed for her locker and then on to her next class. "What is going to happen when my dad gets home?" Trina wondered, but that thought quickly became muddled. Something wasn't quite right. Gerald walked into the house and saw the living room was empty. He took the bags he had to the kitchen. "Hey Champ! You just about done with that homework?" He listened as he started putting away the groceries. "Tim? Answer me! You alright?" Again, he was answered with silence. He stopped and walked briskly back to Tim's room. He called his name again as he reached the door and looked around. He was confused by the scene. The suitcase, the clothes on the bed as though Tim had decided to change clothes. What was he up to? Gerald turned and looked into his own bedroom and called his name. "Tim, if you are hiding you had better come out now. This isn't funny!" He looked into his extra room and didn't see him. He turned to leave and stopped. He looked back and saw the glass of water sitting on the table. "No," Gerald spoke to himself, "he couldn't have." He walked over to the mirror and touched it. Solid, as he expected, he had figured out the rules of the mirror a couple weeks earlier. "But that would mean..." He stood there considering his options for a moment, but he knew what he had to do. He turned and opened the closet door. He moved some clothes giving him access to a deeper part of the closet. His fingers felt along the hangers and then selected one and pulled a dress from inside. He reached back in and pulled box from the floor. "Maybe I didn't have to hide all this away when Tim is here after all?" Gerald selected a bra, panty, shoes and wig. He quickly changed, applied a little make-up, then stepped to the mirror to check his look. The sleeveless dress was a favorite of his. Just above the knee in length, form fitting, red and black colored to make his waist appear smaller. It did little to help here, but once through the mirror he knew he'd look great. He took a step forward and landed in a small house. Gerald waited a moment until Miranda had the memories of her life. She loved knowing what it was like to grow up as a little girl and all the memories of her life, but still, in the background was the knowledge of how to return to Gerald. It was a little different this time, she had a daughter and it was time to go pick her up at school. She checked her purse to be sure she had her keys and went to her car. She drove to the school and joined the line of cars waiting to retrieve their children. Trina left her last class, she walked with two other girls, her best friends she knew. They chatted, stopped at lockers to leave books behind, and then out the doors of the school into the sunshine. Trina spotted a car she knew she hadn't seen before but seemed right. She walked over to it and saw her mother. Well, it was and wasn't. "Hi, sweetie, have a good day?" her mom called as she approached. Trina opened the door and slid in tucking her skirt. "Yeah, but it doesn't feel right. Something strange." "We'll talk about it at home," Mom replied. They drove to the house and both went inside. "So, Trina, you want to tell me about today?" her mom started but before she could answer she held up a hand stopping the answer. "Wait, let's see if we can't get things a bit more settled first. Follow me." They walked up the hall to Miranda's bedroom and stopped in front of a mirror on the back of a door. "You first," she instructed her daughter. "Huh?" "You went through the mirror in my room back in the other reality of Gerald and Tim. Let's go back before we start talking about this." Trina stood there confused. Miranda sighed and reached out to the mirror and his fingers passed into the glass and disappeared. Trina's eyes grew wide. Miranda withdrew her hand and pointed. Trina reached toward the mirror tentatively not sure of what would happen. When her fingers reached the mirror, they bent against the glass. Miranda's face fell. It wasn't going to be a quick or easy solution. She had hoped she would be able to go back through with her, but it appeared she would have to return through her own mirror. "Where did you come through?" she asked her daughter. "Where were you when you first came here. You have to think real hard but you can differentiate between the memories you made and what was made up for you. Think." Trina felt really confused but thought back over the day. She remembered getting up, getting ready for school, going to classes, talking to her friends, gym class, her last class. Wait. Gym class. After that class before she left the locker room. Right before that witch Jennifer showed up. She had tripped and fallen but there was something odd about the fall. A glitch in the memory that didn't quite feel right. "That's it," Miranda prodded, "I can see it on your face. Where were you?" "In the locker room at school," Trina answered. "Is there a mirror there?" "Yes, I saw it where I fell." Miranda turned away. "Well, the school is going to be locked up now. You're going to have to go back tomorrow. I guess we are here for the night. Let's eat some dinner." Mother and daughter went to the kitchen and prepared a light dinner for themselves. Miranda didn't try and explain anything going on yet, she understood they would have to go back through the mirror before Trina would be able to totally understand what was going on. "I'll clean up the dishes, why don't you go get ready for bed," Trina's mom instructed. "OK," Trina went off. Trina went into her room, closed the door and peeled off her clothes, except her panties. She moved to the mirror and touched her chest. She could see her nipples were starting to show the signs of breasts that would soon be adorning her body. She wondered at how big they would be. She opened a drawer and pulled out a short nightgown. Yellow, sleeveless, a little ruffle at the bottom hem and slipped it over her head. It was shorter than the skirt she had been wearing. It was a good for the warm weather. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and went back to the living room where her mother sat watching the news. She hadn't bothered to change yet except the heels she had been wearing were laying on the floor. Trina snuggled up beside her mother and they watched in silence together. The next morning Miranda woke Trina and told her to get dressed in the same clothes she had worn the day before. "Can't I at least put on some clean underwear?" she asked. "No, everything has to be the same," she instructed. "We have a lot to talk about later, but I just want to get back first." Trina grumbled but got out of bed and proceeded to dress. Miranda hurried back to her room and followed her own instructions. They ate a quick breakfast and drove over to the school. As they approached the school Miranda spotted an open door near the back of the building. "Does that door lead to the gym?" "Yeah, there's a hallway that goes to the gym and both locker rooms," Trina confirmed. Miranda found a space to park the car. "Come on." She left the car. They walked to the door and into the hall. Trina led the way to the locker room and to the place she fell. Miranda took a quick look around, Satisfied, she told Trina to go through the mirror. "What?" Trina asked confused. "You came through the mirror, this one," she whispered. "Hurry before someone comes along. Go!" She gave Trina a little push in the direction of the mirror. Trina put a hand up to keep from stumbling. She wasn't too far off balance but enough that she put her hand up and watched it disappear into the mirror up to her wrist. "Oh!" she yelped. "Don't worry, it is the same way you got here," Miranda explained. "I'll see you back at my house in a little bit. Now you have to go." Trina tentatively reached out again and watched her fingers disappear through the glass. Her heart beat wildly as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Finally, she took a step and disappeared from Miranda's sight. Miranda touched the mirror to be certain that she couldn't follow her daughter, or was it her son now? She turned and quickly retraced her steps back to the car. Tim stood there for a few moments trying to make sense of what he had been through over the last day. Was it a day? He wondered what day it was now. Then he looked down at his skirt and blouse and decided he needed to change clothes quickly before his father showed up. He scurried back to his room and quickly changed clothes. He was shaking as he refolded things back together again and considered tossing them out in the trash. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he was also not sure about wanting them to happen again. He opted to hide the bundle deep in the closet in his room. He started back toward the living room and as he passed the extra room he peeked in and saw the mirror start to glow with a blue aura. He froze watching as a leg came through followed by a red and black dress on his father. "Dad?" "Yes," Gerald answered. "Well, we are back." "Were you able to get through the same mirror I did?" "No, I had to go home to the one in my bedroom," he explained. "The mirror has rules. OK, so we are going to have a nice long talk. Why don?t you go sit in the living room while I change?" Tim nodded and left. Gerald quickly changed and went to the living room. Both felt more comfortable though Gerald was pretty certain things between them had already started to change and by this evening would be completely different. Tim declined to sit on the couch with his father instead choosing a chair off to the side. Gerald knew he was going to have to drive the conversation, so he began. "Tim, how long have you been wearing your sister?s things?" "Um, I don?t know," Tim mumbled. "Tim, look up here at me," he spoke gently, trying to encourage the boy to open up to him. "I knew how to find you because I?ve been going through the mirror for about a month now. The mirror only lets me through when I am dressed as a woman, and when I get through, I am always Miranda. So, tell me please, how long?" "About a year now I guess," he admitted. "I got curious about it and tried on one of Tracy?s dresses one day when everyone else was out. I liked it and started doing it every time I was alone. I even tried some of Mom?s things because they were, um, nicer." "I know what you mean," Gerald answered. "I don?t imagine Tracy?s underwear or nightclothes are as silky, or lacy as your Mom?s are. I know how nice those things can feel." "You do?" Tim hadn?t considered that fact that his dad had a dress already to go looking for him. "Yes, I?ve enjoyed wearing women?s things since I was a little older than you are now," he confessed. "And after your mother and I decided to divorce I?ve indulged in it a bit more. I have had a collection of things that I hide every time you are coming over to spend time with me because I thought it would be confusing for you knowing your dad liked to dress up in women?s clothes." "Um, well, I think it actually makes me feel better now," Tim stammered. "I mean, I thought I was some kind of freak doing something that nobody else would understand. Now, at least I know there are two of us." "There are a lot more than that," his father explained. "Like everything else in this world there are different levels people enjoy things. Different ways people enjoy things. One day perhaps people will stop judging about things that don?t affect other people, like enjoying the feeling of a nice dress." "Where did the mirror come from?" Tim scooted forward to the edge of the seat becoming more invested in the conversation. "Estate sale," Gerald answered. "I was driving around one day and happened upon it. Decided I had to have it, so I got and brought it home. I accidently discovered it worked as a portal making me into the woman I wanted to be. I?ve stumbled onto a few different things like the need to wear the same thing in order to return, and that you can travel into the past if you wear vintage clothes." "Can you go back any time? Or is it once a day?" Tim inquired. "Any time. But before we go too much further with this, I have to know how you came to go through the mirror and why you didn?t know what happened." "Oh, well, I had changed and was just walking around and I saw the mirror," he explained but still wasn?t comfortable talking about it. "Well, I saw the mirror, decided to look at myself. Then, well I lost my balance and I closed my eyes because I thought I was going to fall into the mirror and break it but instead I hit the floor, in the locker room and I wasn?t sure what had happened. Then some things happened, and I got chased out of there pretty quick. I didn?t know I had gone through the mirror until you told me, and well, I really didn?t believe it until you made me go back through it. Even when I saw your fingers go through the mirror in your bedroom, I thought it was some trick you were doing, especially since it felt solid to me." "OK, so I guess the question is: Now what?" Tim?s dad asked. "What are your feelings about what you know about me? And about what is possible?" Tim slumped back in the chair and thought. Gerald let him take all the time he needed. This was certainly a lot of things to consider, especially for a fourteen-year-old. After a time, Tim sat up again. "Like I said, knowing you like girl?s clothes too makes me feel better. Knowing about the mirror and what it can do makes me curious. If you go through for a day, it is always a day here?" "So far," Gerald confirmed. "So, when I come over for a weekend again, we could go through the mirror and spend a couple days there as Trina and Miranda?" "Is that what you want to do?" Gerald inquired feeling slightly thrilled by the notion. He had so enjoyed their time together even though he was concerned about getting them back. Now that they knew they could do it together, he wanted to try and have them both go through together. "I think so," Tim nodded. "If you do." "Actually, I think I?d like to try that," Gerald grinned. "Of course, you know you can?t say anything about this to your mother." "Yeah, I figured that out before I took Tracy?s clothes." Two weeks later Tim arrived at his father?s house for another visitation weekend. "Hey, there," Gerald greeted him. He waved at his ex-wife?s car as it pulled away, "how you feeling about the weekend? Anything in particular you want to do?" "I don?t know," Tim sighed. "Let me go drop this in my room and we can talk about when I come back." Gerald nodded and watched his son walk away. A couple minutes later he came back, Gerald was seated waiting. "Give it any thought?" "Dad, um, last time, with the, um. Well, the mirror." Tim struggled to express his desire. "Tim, do you want to take another trip through the mirror?" he asked. Secretly he had been hoping he would ask. He didn?t want to press his son into something he might not want to do after thinking about it. A full transformation can really mess with your head if it isn?t something you thought about. "Could we?" Tim?s face lit up, but Gerald still sensed some reservations. "We can," he assured his son, "if that is something you really want to do. I know I told you I like doing it but that doesn?t mean you have to." "No, I really want to!" Tim?s face finally erupted into a huge smile. "We can go just for the evening, get some dinner, and come back," Gerald suggested. "Or even overnight, like last time. Or the whole weekend if you prefer. What were you thinking?" Well, I?ve actually thought about it since I left. I was too confused about things while I was at school, then when I finally got home and ready for bed I started to relax and think about being a girl but we were back before I thought about it enough." He hesitated. "I?d like to go for the whole weekend. If you are ok with that." Gerald grinned at his son. "It?s very ok with me. Come to the extra room with me." They paraded to the room with the mirror where Gerald opened the closet door. Tim could see several dresses hanging there. "I don?t have to hide things from you any longer," Gerald told him as if he read Tim?s thoughts. "And, I thought you might like something." He turned and held out a new dress in Tim?s size. Tim?s mouth dropped open as he reached out to hold the dress. "Is this for me?" he gasped. "I thought you might like something better than the school uniform this time," he explained. "I also picked up some new panties and bra for you, I looked at the clothes you left here last time for the sizes. Sorry, nothing silky or lacy, I think fourteen is a bit too young for that right now." "OK," Tim looked the dress over. Lime green, sleeveless, high waist with a full skirt. He held it against himself checking the length, pretty short, well above his knees. "Dad, I love it. "I?m going to my room to change. Where are my other things?" Gerald went to a dresser and opened a drawer on the right. "I?ve set these two drawers aside for your things," he indicated the drawer below. "These are travelling clothes. Once we get through the mirror, you?ll find you have plenty of clothes, remember the nightgown you had. We?ll just have to check things out later. Now, grab some things, change and let?s start our weekend!" Tim rushed over and grabbed a clean pair of panties, a bra, socks. He had noticed the shoes from the previous weekend in the bottom of the closet, so he returned to get them and carrying it all he went off to his room. Gerald selected his own outfit, his underwear of a much more grownup variety. He slipped on the satin and lace panty and the matching bra thinking that it wasn?t time to let his son indulge in such things yet. A few more years, if he didn?t lose interest in this, he?ll be ready to express himself in his own ways. He grabbed a dress and pulled it down over his head, smoothed it down his hips. He liked the form-fitting dresses, especially since he knew how well his body transformed to fit it. He just finished slipping his foot into his high heel when Tim burst back into the room in his new dress. "Ready?" he beamed. Gerald stood up, "I?m ready. Now, I haven?t ever tried going through with someone else. Last time you ended up at the school and I ended up at home. I think we should try holding hands as we do it." "OK," Tim reached out his hand while staring at the mirror. Gerald took it and they moved in front of it. It was too narrow for them to walk through side by side so Gerald decided he would go first to be sure he didn?t let go of Tim?s hand. "If we get separated, just turn around and go back through. We?ll work out a different plan, but I don?t want to spend all night trying to figure out where you went, ok?" Gerald asked. "OK, I promise." Tim was staring at the mirror and fingering the dress. Gerald nodded, turned and reached out to the mirror. His fingers entered that glass as it rippled slightly. He took a step and slipped into another bedroom as Miranda. He glanced back and saw the small hand of his daughter emerging from the mirror and was quickly followed by the rest of her, Trina was back. Trina giggled nervously. She ran her hands over herself. "It really did happen; I am a girl!" "Yes, I suspect you are, and I am very much a woman and your mother." "Yes, Mother," Trina giggled. "Are we going out to dinner? How long before we leave?" "Yes, we are going out, I didn?t think we should waste this opportunity to enjoy ourselves. There is a nice little restaurant we can go to, not too fancy so the dress you have on will be fine, as is mine. "By the way, do you like your new dress?" "Oh, yes," Trina took a fistful of the dress on each side and spread it out twisting back and forth. "I loved it before and I love it now." "Good, but don?t wrinkle it too badly," she grinned. "I?m going to go to my room for a little while until we go, ok?" Trina asked. "That?s fine," Miranda answered. "I want to check some things and we?ll know everything about our life here within a couple minutes. It?ll be just like we always lived here; except we?ll remember our other life too. Until our last trip here, I didn?t have a daughter, not until you went through the mirror, so I want to think about that for a bit." They decided to head out to dinner after a few minutes. Trina was anxious to go out and show of her new dress that her father, no wait, her mother bought her. The memories of the event were colliding in her mind, but she found she just needed to focus a bit to keep from being too confused. If someone asked her, she would share the story of her mother surprising her, but her father giving Tim a dress warmed her heart. Last time they were here it was a rush and so confusing, this time she savored the change. The mother-daughter pair spent the weekend like they were on vacation: museums, movies, dinners out, the zoo. All too soon it was Sunday afternoon and they stood before the mirror that would return them. "I?ve had such a good time." Trina squeezed her mother?s hand. "So have I, sweetie." Miranda returned the squeeze. They stepped back through the mirror. Gerald looked at Tim. "I guess you should go change. Your mother won?t appreciate seeing you in that dress, believe me." "OK, Dad." Tim turned and hugged his father tight, then rushed off to his room. Gerald sighed and began undressing, preparing to return his son to his mother. A few moments later Tim returned and asked his father, "I remember the things we did together, but I don?t remember anything else about my, um, I mean Trina?s life." Gerald nodded. "I?ve noticed that too. The only thing I can think of is so if something happens that changes your life there you don?t get confused by remembering two different lives there. It is tough enough remembering this life exists and one life there." For months on the weekend that Tim was with his father it was the same routine. Tim would arrive, select a dress for the "trip", sometimes it was one he already had, on a couple occasions his father would buy him a new dress that he thought Tim might like. Today, Tim put on a floor-length dress Gerald had gotten him. They stood in front of the mirror, Gerald dressed in a fancy black dress with stockings, that he almost never wore, and high heels. "Let?s go have a special birthday dinner." Gerald took Tim?s hand. "Fifteen today!" Tim nodded and grabbed the dress pulling it up so he wouldn?t trip as they went through the mirror. To their surprise they weren?t in the bedroom they usually came through to. Instead it was a bathroom with expensive looking tile, multiple sinks, and stalls. Miranda walked to the door and pulled it open. It was some huge gala going on outside. She could see many people all dressed to the nines outside. She signaled Trina to come along. "We should never trust the mirror to do what we want," she explained. "We are at a charity event, I promised to bring you for your birthday because we could get all dressed up. So, let?s go enjoy ourselves. If you behave like a good girl, I may even give you a sip of my champagne." "Thank you, momma for bringing me," Trina grinned, "I?ve been looking forward to this all week." They wandered about the room, ate from the extravagant buffet, Trina made several trips to the dessert table. They laughed and danced and had a terrific evening, and true to her word, Miranda allowed her daughter a sip of champagne. Miranda?s feet were aching, and she begged off going to the dance floor to sit for a few minutes. Trina moved to the floor where she could still be seen. Miranda watched her daughter dancing and realized how much of a young woman she was becoming. Others apparently noticed as well as a young man came up and started dancing with Trina. At first, Trina was reluctant but only faltered a moment. She glanced over to her mother who nodded and turned back to the boy. Miranda watched them dance through two songs before Trina waved the boy away and returned to the table. "I think we should head home," Miranda offered. "It?s getting late, my feet are sore from these heels, they are much higher than I am used to." "OK," Trina answered, "I?m pretty beat, too." She leaned over and kissed her mother?s cheek. "This has been the best birthday I?ve ever had. Thank you." "Come on." Miranda stood up and reached for Trina?s hand. "Let?s go to the bathroom." They arrived back in Gerald?s house, he groaned and sat on a chair near the mirror. He tucked the dress down between his legs as he brought his foot up and pulled off one shoe, then the other off. "Oh, it feels good to get those off," Gerald moaned. "For all women complain about wearing dresses, or pantyhose, or any other number of things, I can at least appreciate needing to get some shoes off." Tim giggled. "Are we going back? Change clothes so we show up at the house?" "Not tonight I think." He pulled the hem of his dress up and began unhooking one of the stockings. "I think we?ll just stay here tonight, OK?" "Yeah, that?s fine," Tim answered. He looked back at himself in the mirror. "I like how I am growing up." He ran his hands over his now flat chest. "Yes, you are quite a pretty young woman over there," Gerald confirmed. "That?s because I have a beautiful mother." Tim hugged him, then turned to go. "Is it ok if I just put on a nightie for tonight?" "Sure," Gerald answered as he slid the other stocking down his leg. "I?m not expecting anyone, I think maybe I?ll slip into one myself." Gerald went to the living room in a silky mid-thigh nightgown, Tim was sitting on the couch in a baby doll nightie with white cotton panties. Gerald plopped down and Tim snuggled up with him. They watched a little TV together before the adrenaline of the evening began wearing off. Tim yawned several times and Gerald suggested it was time for bed. "OK," Tim began slogging toward his bedroom then turned back. "Dad, I really like your nightgown, I like the feel. Do you think that now that I am fifteen, I might start being able to get something nicer like that?" "Let me think about that for a bit," Gerald answered and started toward the hall leading to his bedroom, "you are older, I?ve just got to decide how much older I want to allow you to be. Won?t be much longer before I won?t be able to stop it." Summer came and Tim got to spend a week with his father. Gerald told Tim?s mom that he was taking him out to a place that they wouldn?t be reachable but that he?d have him back by the next Sunday. He explained that he felt Tim was getting to an age that he may want to get a job to have his own money soon and that he might not be able to come stay weekends as often. She felt it was still another year away but accepted they wouldn?t be heard from for the week. "So, where are we going?" Tim asked as he went into the house. "Just where I said," Gerald answered. "Out to the woods and a lake. Only it is a nice little community I went to once before and saw what the summer looked like there. They have a club house with events during the weeknights as well as swimming, and boating, and lots of fun things to do." "Oh," Tim nodded, "sounds like a lot of fun, it will be great." "You don?t really sound all that enthused," Gerald pointed out. "I thought you?d really love being able to wear a nice bikini to go swimming in, and a nice dress to dinner, and..." He didn?t get to finish. "Oh!! I thought we were going," Tim blurted. "I mean us, you and me not Trina and Miranda. When do we leave?" "You know how it works, get changed," he laughed. "I bought you a new summer dress, it?s on your bed, perfect for the trip to the lake." Twenty minutes later Tim stood there in a short dress, two spaghetti straps tied atop his shoulders. Gerald was beside him in a white off the shoulder dress with a ruffle atop his breasts and another just above his knees. They stepped through together. They stood in the bathroom of a little bungalow; it was very crowded at the moment. They laughed and worked their way around each other, the sink, and toilet and out the door. They decided to take a walk around so Trina could become familiar with where everything was. Indeed, it felt different to Miranda as well because the time she spent here the before she didn?t have a child and didn?t pay attention to things that might interest her. And the weather was a lot warmer this time. "How do you feel about sports?" Miranda asked. "Tennis? Golf?" "Um," Trina searched her memory to see if she ever played either of those before, or anything. "I don?t know, I don?t think I have tried either one." "Well, then would you like to?" Miranda asked. "I think I might like to try both. I don?t want to sit around all the time, could be fun." "I?ll try," Trina answered. They walked to the club house where everything was coordinated. The booked a tennis court for the next day at 10am for an hour and decided on a tee time for later in the week, as well as arranging club rental. "I hope nobody is watching us," Trina opined as they left the concierge. "I don?t know if I am going to be any good." "We are both trying it for the first time, just let?s have fun. And at least we should look the part." She led them into a small clothing shop. They each picked out a tennis dress and a golf skort with a top plus all the other little things required. After putting her things away Trina changed into a bikini. She couldn?t help but spend some time looking at herself in the mirror. The tiny red bottom adorned with little flowers tied with little bows at her hips felt like it had everything covered but also showed a lot of bare skin, half her butt cheeks were bare. Her body tingled at the thought of exposing so much. And thinking of exposing skin, she adjusted the matching top to be sure her nipple didn?t slip out an edge, or her boob out the bottom of it by making sure it was tied tight enough. Her boobs were now big enough to garner attention. She grabbed a cover-up and pulled it on. It disguised things some but it was pretty sheer. Trina went to the front door to wait on her mother. She didn?t wait long before Miranda came from the other bedroom. She had on a black cover-up that looked like a truly short black dress. Miranda checked her purse for the room key, and they went to the pool. They picked a couple of lounge chairs and put their stuff down. "Come on, Trina, pull that off and let me put some sunscreen on you. I don?t want to spend all week with you trying to recover from a sunburn." Trina looked around and pulled the cover-up off. "Well, that certainly doesn?t cover a lot," Miranda snickered. "I hope I have enough spray here for the both of us." Miranda sprayed Trina all over and let her make sure everything was treated. Then she stood and pulled her own cover-up off and Trina?s eyes when wide. "What? My bathing suit covers a lot more than yours does," she defended herself. "Not by much," Trina laughed, "but you look good in it." Trina sprayed her mother around her black bikini. The top and bottom covered more than what she was wearing, covering her bottom more and the top had enough material so it didn?t look like she might fall out of it. They laid together in the sun for a while before Trina decided she wanted to get in the water. She walked to the edge of the deep end and stepped off the side. As she pushed back to the surface, she felt her top slip to the side as well as her bottom start to slip off. She quickly reached for the side of the pool as she surfaced and reached down to pull her bottom back into place. Then she worked on trying to get her top back in place while facing the side and treading water. It took a little bit but eventually got back to decent again. She swam back to the shallow end and watched as her mother got up and came to the stairs that led down into the cool water. It did not miss her attention that most of the men were tracking her mother?s progress. Miranda slowly descended into the water. "A lot of the men were watching you pretty close," Trina commented. "Do you think there weren?t a lot of eyes on you when you made your entrance into the water? I?m certain they were all wondering if that little bathing suit of yours was going to survive the plunge." "It almost didn?t," Trina giggled. "Almost lost both pieces." "Well that would have been quite a sight! You might have gotten us thrown out of here before we even got really started," she laughed. They slowly swam together to the other end of the pool and back, then sat on the pool steps and chatted. After a while they returned to the lounges and laid out letting the sun bake them dry. Time to go came so they tossed their cover-ups on and returned to the bungalow. They sat around until time to dress for dinner. Dinner at the club house was always semi-formal so they wore nice dresses. All week long they took advantage of the things offered by the resort. They enjoyed their time playing tennis and golf. A sailboat cruise on the lake was exquisite and they took many walks in the woods on several of the nature trails. "It?s funny," Trina commented as they passed through the shadows cast by the trees, "every time we came through the mirror before, except when we were dressed for bed we always wore dresses or skirts. This week I?ve worn a bathing suit, and shorts and a blouse a lot." "Are you saying you don?t want to wear dresses any longer?" Miranda asked. "No," Trina answered immediately. "I guess I just thought to really enjoy being a girl I had to be in a dress. I still love wearing a dress, but like these shorts and this crop-top, I still feel very feminine." "OK, I just started to wonder if you were going to tell me this was a last trip." "No, not at all. I love these trips. As a matter of fact, I" she trailed off. "You what?" Miranda asked. "I," she hesitated, "I want to talk about some things before I finish that other thought. Do you mind talking about some things?" "Well, what kind of things?" Miranda was starting to get concerned. "Well, sex, I guess," Trina admitted. "What I started thinking about was that I am your daughter and that must mean that you had sex. With a man. Unless I am adopted, I guess, then you wouldn?t have had to, but I don?t have any memory of a father." "First of all, you are not adopted," Miranda assured her. "Not in this world or the other. I do have memories of your father, of having sex with him. It disturbed me a little at first because I hadn?t thought about it before. There were times I had wondered about whether I wanted to be with a man or a woman when I was here but it never was a priority and I haven?t spent enough time here to make a connection with anyone." "Have you ever thought of coming here and staying?" Trina asked. "Actually," Miranda stopped and looked through a gap in the trees. The sunlight glimmered off the lake in the distance, "yes, I did. It was shortly after I had gotten the mirror. I had taken a vacation from work and spent a week here. I wasn?t on vacation from work here, so I went to the office every day. I loved putting on a dress, or a business suit with a skirt and going to work. I felt so.... so me during that week. In the end, I decided to go back." Miranda turned and started following the path again. "Why? Why not stay?" Trina pressed. Miranda stopped and faced her daughter. "Because it would mean leaving someone I love very much behind and I just couldn?t do that." "Oh," Trina muttered. They walked together in silence for a while. Birds chirped, a boat could be heard cruising the lake, the leaves rustled in the breeze. "What if I wanted to stay here," Trina broke the silence. "What? Here? You mean this little vacation community?" Miranda asked. "No, back home. Our home," Trina stopped. "And when I get to go on to High School next year I?d like to go to a school where I don?t have to wear a uniform. I want to decide if I am going to wear a skirt or a dress or pants if I want to. And I want to wear something other than a white blouse." "What about your mother back on the other side?" Miranda pressed. "How do you plan on explaining to her that you not only want to live with me, but that you won?t ever see her again?" "Well, that depends on what you say," Trina explained. "If you don?t want to be here, then I can?t do it. Not now. After I graduate, if you still have the mirror, I could disappear on my own, build my own life here. I?m sure you?d both be upset but you?d know I was safe. Maybe you?d even be able to visit me." "I really need to think about this," Miranda told her. "This isn?t an easy thing to just jump into. But I have a question: what has this to do with me having sex?" "Well, I?m pretty confused," Trina admitted. "I?ve thought about what it might be like to have sex. I mean I?ve, well, done some things, in both worlds to myself. And I can?t figure out whether I?ll be attracted to boys or girls." Miranda laughed. "Sweetie, I don?t think you really get a choice. Now, granted, our situation is pretty unique compared to other people, but I think it works the same. One day you will find someone that you are attracted to and then you?ll know. But that may not last and you?ll find someone else. It might always be girls, or always boys, or a boy then a girl, or whatever you fall into. You are who you are and if being Trina is who you are that?s great. But that doesn?t define who you love, that is something that is part of you that is both Tim and Trina." "Oh," Trina began walking again. "It?s a lot to think about," Miranda went on. "But you are fifteen and have plenty of time ahead of you to think on those things. As Tim, I?d want you to be careful about having sex at such a young age because you don?t want to get some girl pregnant and be tied into that responsibility for the rest of your life. I would hope that your mother and I raised you to be responsible if it came to that. And as Trina, you have to realize that if you got pregnant the situation it would put you in." "It?s a lot to think about," Trina admitted. "Glad I don?t have to decide today. Which did you like more? Sex as a man, or as a woman?" "Yes," Miranda answered. "And it makes a big difference in who you have for a partner. I will tell you this: when you are ready for sex, no matter who you are with, make sure it is someone who is interested in pleasing you as you are to pleasing them. Otherwise, it just isn?t worth it." "I guess I?ll find out what that means one day," Trina answered. "Come on, let?s get back," Miranda quickened her pace. "We need to change for dinner, I have one more nice dress that I have been looking forward to wearing tonight. Are you going in a dress or slacks?" "Oh, a dress for sure," Trina answered. "I still want to wear dresses, I just want the option." The next month crawled by for Tim. He didn?t spend any time with his father. He stayed a home with his mom, stepdad and stepsister. Life was pretty good here, but it wasn?t the life he wanted. Now that he?d had a taste of life as Trina, it was the life he truly desired. He and his dad had talked after returning from vacation and he had convinced him that he was serious about wanting that life. After an hour his father admitted preferring to live as Miranda as well. They made a plan. Tim wrote a note and carefully hid it under his pillow. Nobody would look in his room until it was too late. He explained that he was happier being with his father and that they were going away together where they could live the lives they needed to live. It was his choice and that he loved his mother very much. He knew his mother would probably try and get the police to find them, lawyers too, maybe even the FBI. It wouldn?t matter, where they were going nobody would be able to find them. It was time for another weekend at his father?s house and he gave his mother a long hug and a kiss. She looked at him with curiosity. "I love you." He told her as he got out. "I love you, too," she told him, "have a good time." "The best," he told her, and then she drove off. Tim went into the house and straight to his room. There was one outfit left: A red dress with a low scoop neck, red bra and panties (he liked coordinating his underwear with his outfits), the dress had a black belt, so he wore black shoes. He went to the extra room where his father waited. Gerald had collected all their outfits and donated them, except the one last outfit they were wearing for this trip. He wore a tight green skirt with a yellow blouse. Green heels. "Last chance to change your mind," Gerald told his son. "This is what I should be doing," Tim answered. "I hope you are okay with this. You aren?t doing it just for me, are you?" "I told you," Gerald explained for the last time, "I didn?t stay before because I couldn?t give you up. I?ve enjoyed our time together through this last year so much that I would be happy doing just that for as long as you wanted. But, if this is what you want, then I am all in with you." Trina smiled and stepped into the mirror pulling her mother through behind her. They were in the right place, Miranda?s bedroom. "What?ll happen to the mirror?" Trina asked. "I imagine it will call to someone new to help," Miranda answered. "Like it did to me. I held it long enough. Now, it will be free to move on. Go change, we will burn these things and then there will be no going back." Trina nodded and went to her room. Later they watched the Trina?s dress burn along with Miranda?s skirt and blouse. Trina didn?t want to burn her underwear and pointed out that the mirror wouldn?t let them go back unless they were together and dressed exactly the same as when they came through. Destroying one item would have been enough. Trina finished her Freshman year. She found she was a lot happier and that bled over into her grades. She made lots of friends, even succeeded in becoming a cheerleader. Everyone felt she would easily make it onto the Junior Varsity squad the next year. She also planned on going out for tennis and golf because she and her mom had discovered they both really liked playing so much. Miranda had just gotten a promotion to Office Manager and was already being talked about to move to a higher position after a year or so. Nobody doubted she wouldn?t be able to handle the job. Trina occasionally worried about how her mother was getting along in the other world, she wished she could explain that she was so happy where she was but she didn?t believe there was any way to make her understand. Trina got a part-time job waitressing. She started dating a boy on the basketball team at school. The first time they kissed she felt a warmth spread through her. She wondered if it was better or worse than the kiss she had shared with her best girlfriend. They wanted to practice being ready for when a boy kissed them, but they both admitted it was a really good kiss. Still so much to be decided in life, but at least she had the life she wanted, and her mother always told her how happy she was with the choice they made together.