Second Chances Chapter 29 The Man in the Mirror
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"OK, get a hold of yourself Tony," I said, in an octave higher than I
expected. I cleared my throat. "What's going on?" I tested my voice and
was greeted with the same feminine voice again.
The girl in the mirror. Her face was mine, although a little softer.
Her nose wasn't as pronounced. She actually looked a lot like my little
sister when she was a teenager, except this girl in the mirror had
straighter hair. Well, as straight as one would expect considering she
just woke up. I pushed aside some additional stray hairs in my face I
didn't notice before, as the reflection did the same.
Everything is a little blurry since I don't have my contacts in my
eyes. Did I even take them out of my eyes last night? I notice a pair
of wire-frame glasses on the dresser so I grabbed them to put them on.
I can definitely see clearly now.
She was wearing my old high school mascot t-shirt. A red and black bull
with the high school name above it. I remember having a shirt very much
like this. Behind the shirt were clearly breasts. Maybe B-cup judging
by my limited understanding of breast sizes. Just below the hem of the
shirt was red cotton shorts. The shortness of the shorts made her
smooth legs go on for miles.
I reflexively reach down to my crotch and didn't feel my penis under
those shorts. My womanhood confirmed. I was speechless.
I looked down at my hands and saw that they were smaller, softer and
more feminine that what I had went I went to bed last night.
I closed my eyes. "This is a dream," I told myself. "I'm having an
alcohol induced dream." Dammit, there must've been tequila in that
shot. Tequila changes me into another person. Although I didn't expect
it to happen literally. Maybe that bartender roofied me. I reopened my
eyes. My hands were the same. The girl in the mirror was still there.
Through the glasses, I could see she had my brown eyes.
Once I accepted that I was looking at my reflection I took a deep
breath and looked at myself again. I'm definitely a teenager. Not sure
what age, but I'm missing all of the visible age spots around my eyes.
I rubbed my face expecting to feel my normal stubble but instead felt
smooth skin... and a pimple near my jawline. Ug. I didn't miss acne!
"OK," I tell myself. "It's time to see what's going on. Who am I?" I
look around the room for my wallet, or something that would tell me who
this girl is I found myself inhabiting. I didn't see a wallet. Or a
purse. But I did see a school backpack lying next to the door. Digging
through it I found a sky blue clutch. I zipped it open. I didn't find a
driver's licence but the first card I did find was a Student ID.
Staring right back at me was a face portrait of the body I'm currently
inhabiting. Except for the aforementioned case of bed-head.
"Christina Demarco - Student - Class of 1998"
Well, that's not my sister's name. It's also not a feminine version of
my male name. I was seriously prepared for it to say "Antonia" or
"Toni," But in a way it makes sense. I was named Anthony after my dad's
grandfather. His wife was named Christina.
Now that the adrenaline of waking up in a strange room has worn off I
realized I really needed to use the bathroom. "Great" I mumbled to
myself. "I've been a girl for 2 minutes and I already have to learn to
pee like one."
I turn off the bedroom light and open the door to the hall way. The
hallway was slightly illuminated by the kitchen at the end of the hall.
I walked straight across the hall and into the bathroom. As I turned on
the light I noticed immediately that his was indeed my child hood
house. The bathroom was exactly as I remembered it 15 or so years ago.
I looked in the mirror again. "Hi Christina," I told my reflection.
"I'm Tony. I know we've only met, but I think we're going to have to
work together to find out what's going on," I gave my reflection an
awkward smirk and she smirked back at me.
I sat down and felt the rush of pee come out. It was an interesting
sensation. I tried not to dwell on it as I wadded up some toilet paper
and wiped myself.
"Now with that out of the way," I told myself, "it's to to see what
else is going on in this dream of horrors."
I left the bathroom and walked to the kitchen. At the table my father
was sitting reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee. A younger
version of my dad. He had black hair rather than the salt and pepper
color I was used to. His face was thinner and he was sporting a
mustache. He peered up from the paper and smiled at me. "Good Morning,
sweetie. Happy Birthday!"
I was stunned. That isn't the greeting I was expecting. I was equally
surprised from behind me my mom's voice echo'ed "Happy Birthday!" I
turned around to face my mom as she gave me a hug. "I can't believe my
baby is seventeen!"
Well that answers that question.
A stray hair fell into my face. I pushed it behind my ear and smiled
back to my parents. "Thank you." My mom was equally younger. Thinner
and less wrinkles on her face. More bounce to her permed hair. Totally
90's.
"Don't forget to make sure you home by 3:30 today," my mom said. "Don't
dilly-dally after band practice. We don't want to miss your driver's
test appointment."
I stood there confused for a moment, as my sister, Cindy appeared from
behind my mother. "Happy Birthday," as she came at me with a hug. Wow -
she was so young too. If I was 17, then my sister had to be 14. Last I
saw her she was married with a two kids. I hugged her back. "I can't
wait til you can drive me to school," she added.
School? Oh shit. I mean, of course. It was obvious. My haze of
confusion cleared up. Band practice; this house; my parent's youth; the
student ID. Christina is only 17. It just didn't really settle in until
just now. I have to go to school today.
"Thanks," I replied to my sister as I hugged her back.
My mom handed me a wrapped gift. "I know your real gift is sitting in
the driveway, but here's something small that goes with it."
I unwrapped the gift to find a CD Player, cassette deck adapter combo.
"It's so you can play CDs in your car!" she explained.
"Thanks!' I said trying to fake being surprised. Of course I remember
getting this exact same gift on my 17th birthday. My car did not have a
CD player, so I found it very useful, In fact I remember keeping the
cassette adapter long after I switched to keeping music on an iPod.
I sat down at the kitchen table and placed the gift down as my mom and
sister walked away. I picked up one of the newspaper sections my dad
wasn't reading. I checked the date at the masthead.
"Tuesday, September 23, 1997" the headline read.
It's my birthday. I mean Tony's birthday. I took a deep breath. OK.
This is my house. My family. My birthday. This must be some kind of
alternate reality where Tony was born a girl or something.
My sister poked her head back into the kitchen and asked, "Did you want
to use the shower first?"
"Sure," I said getting up and walking back to the bathroom, eager to
keep moving and to not dwell on my current situation. I closed the
bathroom door, took a deep breath, and turned back to Christina in the
mirror. "What did I get myself into?" I said to her.
I turned the shower's water knob on and held my hand under the water
until it got warm.
I took another deep breath. "OK Tony. You can do this. You've seen your
wife nude many times. We've shared a shower before." I wasn't ready to
see Christina nude, so I kept my back to the mirror out of modesty. I
placed my glasses on the vanity and then lifted my shirt off. Then came
my shorts. Then I put my thumbs inside the elastic of what I assumed
was a soft cotton pair of panties. I stepped out of them and I looked
down at them out of curiosity. Yup. Bright yellow panties.
I pulled the shower curtain aside on step into the shower. The hot
water on my skin was a familiar comfort. It allowed me to think for a
few minutes. Since I've woken up it's been a constant roller-coaster. I
hadn't gotten a chance to really think. I let the soothing hot water
run off my shoulders for a few minutes as I let the past fifteen
minutes sink in.
"OK," I thought to myself. "Let me take myself through the rest of the
day logically. If I run through a typical day in the life of 17 year
old Tony, hopefully I can be prepared for what kind of things happen in
the day in the life of Christina."
"Typically," I continued to think to myself. "I catch a ride with Ron
to school. When I was able to drive, we would alternate who drove.
Sometimes my sister would tag along. I don't remember my class
schedule. But in my reality I kept my class schedule somewhere in my
backpack. I'll have to check to see if Christina does the same. My mom
said I had band practice after school, so that didn't change."
I scanned the shower shelves for my shampoo. Of course the only soap
products were girly products. I grabbed the shampoo and squirted it on
my hand and applied it to my hair. I was not used to longer hair so it
took a little bit to get all of the soap out.
I glanced at the body wash. I bit my lip the grabbed it and squirted
that into my hand and started rubbing my shoulders. After i gained a
bit confidence i moved my hands to my stomach.
"Wow," I thought as I felt my - I mean her abs. "Christina is in
shape." I too used to be in shape until I let myself go during my
marriage.
I moved my soapy hand upwards and under my armpits. Shaved armpits it
seems.
I delayed long enough. Lastly without looking down i moved my hands to
my breasts. I jumped at the sensation of my soapy hands slip over my
nipples. I didn't expect that. I continued to lather them up, while
ignoring the fact that my nipples were getting erect under my hands. I
turned to face the water and let the water wash away the soap.
"There," I said. "I survived."
I stopped the water, grabbed a towel hanging from the wall and got out
of the shower. I dried myself off, being careful with the newly found
sensitive parts and wrapped the towel around my waste. As I reached for
the doorknob I saw my topless reflection in the mirror.
"Ah." I jumped realizing my mistake. I turned away and re-did my towel
so my towel so it was covering my chest.
I went to the vanity and I continued my normal routine. "Familiarly
will help me through this day" I told myself. I brushed my teeth. I
found deodorant that might be Christina's, put that on. I found
contacts that were not mine - I tried. Those must've been my sisters. I
remembered that didn't get contacts until college as I put Christina's
glasses back on.
I grabbed my dirty clothes and walked out of the bathroom and into my
bedroom. I closed the door behind me, tossed my laundry into the hamper
and made my way to the dresser. The first drawer was jeans. "Oh Thank
God!" I said as I wasn't ready to deal with a skirt. The next drawer
was panties and socks. A variety of colors and patterns. I wasn't ready
for pink or flowers, so I grabbed a solid blue pair of panties and a
pair of plain white ankle socks and placed them on the bed.
I walked to the closet and found dresses, women's tops, shirts and a
good selection of t-shirts. I found a woman's cut navy blue stripped t-
shirt. "Good enough," I said. I get the feeling Christina as the same
casual style that I do. I was very much a t-shirt and jeans kind of
guy.
I took the towel off and draped it over the bed. I grabbed the panties
and put one leg in, then the next and pulled them up. The soft cotton
felt good on my bare legs. it felt snug on my waste and ass. This
feeling triggered my male curiosity as I craned my neck back to the
mirror where I got a view of my ass in the blue panties. A smile formed
on my face until I realized I was staring at Christina's ass.
"Tony, get a hold of yourself," I mumbled.
I grabbed the jeans and put them on. At least those felt familiar. I
was expecting skinny jeans. I guess those haven't been invented yet.
I pulled the shirt over my head and it was a snug fit. I turned back to
the mirror and smoothed out any wrinkles. The shirt hugged all of the
right curves.
I saw a hairbrush on the dresser and started brushing my damp hair.
"OK. I think I look at least semi-presentable," I told myself.
I left my room and returned to the kitchen. My dad had already left,
but my sister was putting a bowl in in the sink.
"Your turn," I said to her.
Cindy looked at me, rolled her eyes and sighed. "I really wish you'd
let me put some makeup on you. You're 17 now, I'm getting tired of
explaining that my bigger sister is a tomboy." She walked past me and
toward the bathroom.
I didn't say anything back. I'm not sure what kind of relationship
Christina and Cindy had and whether I should trade barbs. I figured I'd
just play this safe.
I raided the pantry and found a cereal that I liked and poured myself a
bowl. I was too nervous to sit down so I stood leaning against the
counter eating it.
My mom came back into the kitchen. She looked me up and down.
"Christina honey. How many times do I have to tell you to put a bra
on."
I blushed out of embarrassment and ran back to my room.
I found dresser drawer that had bras in it. I grabbed a solid color tan
one. I pulled my shirt back off. I felt the unfamiliar bounce of the
breasts as the shirt lifted up and over them.
I had gotten pretty good at removing my wife's bra. I just had zero
experience putting on back on. Granted, I had seen my wife put it on
countless times. "OK. clip it on the front," I told myself. "And
rotate." I pulled the bra up and the straps over my shoulder. I
adjusted the boobs in the cups and put the shirt back on. Looking back
in the mirror, the bra definitely made Christina's breasts more
pronounced.
I noticed a tube of Clearasil on my dresser. "Oh, that reminds me," I
mumbled as I dabbed some acne cream on that zit and rubbed it in.
The clock now read 6:25. "I guess it's almost time." I retrieved the
backpack lying on the floor and made sure its contents back inside of
it, and made my way out of my bedroom again.
"What if nobody comes to pick me up," I thought to myself. "I guess
I'll just take the bus," I reaffirmed. Of course I don't remember what
time the bus came.
I looked around and marveled at my childhood house. This was a crazy
rush of nostalgia. I thought I'd never step foot in here again. The
pictures on the wall. There were pictures of my family. Except instead
of Tony there was Christina. This one picture was still hanging in my
parents new house in the present. It must've been taken when I was 10.
My parents were the same in this picture, except here, me and Cindy
were wearing matching dresses. They looked like a nice happy family.
This will be a fun story to tell my parents when I wake up, or return
to my reality, or whatever the hell is going on here.
I peered out the front door to continue marveling, and I saw it. There
it was parked in the driveway. My old car. A white 1994 Saturn Sedan. I
loved that car. I kept it for 11 years all through college and into my
adult life. I only sold for a measly $500 when the maintenance costs to
keep it running became too much. But there it was.. clean and shiny, a
3-yr old car my parents gifted me on my 17th birthday.
My Mom called from behind me, "Is Ron picking you up today?"
"If he doesn't I'll just prepare to take the bus," I replied.
So Christina rides to school with Ron just like Tony. Interesting. Well
at least I got confirmation that Ron is still my friend in this
reality. I wonder if I will be able to confide-
"Have you guys started dating yet?" my mom interrupted my thoughts.
"You've known each other for years now, and he's a good kid."
I stood there paralyzed at the thought. Me and Ron? My best friend?
"I think he's got a thing for you," my mom said as she walked back to
the kitchen. "Have a good day sweetie! See you at 3!"
"We're just friends," I yelled upstairs hoping she could still here me.
I hope we're not dating. I don't think I can handle that today.
Just then a beat-up tan 1980's Toyota pickup truck pulls into the
driveway. I recognize that piece of shit truck. It's Ron.
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