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Through The Looking Glass Darkly
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
"Holy shit!' she heard her own voice call
out from a dozen feet away.
Turning in that direction, Lara saw the
body no longer her own, rising to its feet.
"I don't fucking believe this," {Lara} said
as she stood and looked first at herself and then at
the body standing across from her.
"Don't panic," {Doug} said to his
brother/sister, "there has to be some kind of
explanation for this."
"Explanation," she said. "Explanation?
I'm a fucking girl!"
"I'm not too happy about being in this
body either," {Doug} said, "But we have to
remain calm and try and sort this out."
Trying to overcome the initial shock,
{Lara} began to realize his sister/brother was
right.
"I've never believed in magic," {Doug}
said as he searched around for the amulet. "But in
light of what we're looking at right now, I think I
have to concede it exists."
"Who cares about magic," {Lara} said,
"how do we change back?"
"Well the first thing to do," {Doug} said
as he spotted the talisman under the patio table
and reached down to pick it up, "is to figure out
what happened to us."
"What do you mean what happened to
us?" {Lara} said in a voice that showed she was
still on the verge of panic. "I'm in your body and
you're in mine."
"Are we?" {Doug} asked. "Well maybe
that's the first thing we should find out?"
"What are you talking about?" {Lara}
asked.
"Well the first thing we might consider,"
{Doug} said, "is that this isn't really happening.
That maybe this is some kind of hypnotic trance,
maybe even some drug in our system."
"This isn't no dream," {Lara} protested.
"And I'm not imagining these," she added as her
hands grabbed her breasts."
"I think that maybe you're right there,"
{Doug} mused, not having to grab between his
legs to know there was something new there. "So
we're left with the question of did we switch
bodies, or did our bodies change form?"
"Is that important?" {Lara} asked.
"I think it might be," {Doug} answered,
"Especially when we change back. I don't really
know how long we were unconscious, so the
change might not have been instantaneous. If our
bodies themselves changed, we might want to
make sure we were somewhere real private when
we went back."
"Are you saying we can change back?"
"From what Professor Lyons translated,
the ceremony lasted about forty-eight hours, so
my guess is that we'll change back then," {Doug}
said.
"You guess ..?" {Lara} said in disbelief.
"Well I can't see why anyone would want
to do it if it was permanent," {Doug} went on,
"so I think it's a pretty safe bet."
"I hope so," {Lara} added.
"Now for the other question," {Doug}
said after some quiet consideration. "I'd say we
switched bodies rather than our bodies changed."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well our clothes, first of all," he
explained, "As you can see, I'm not exactly
wearing the skirt and blouse I was wearing before.
Another thing is that I think it would have be
easier medically speaking, for however it
happened, to switch our minds."
{Lara} couldn't find fault with that.
"I wonder if the fact that we're twins is
what made this possible," {Doug} went on, his
scientific curiosity making the most of it all. "I
remember reading once that a lot of those early
Egyptian rulers were interrelated to the point of
what we consider incest."
"You're acting like this is some sort of
science experiment?" {Lara} said with a touch of
anger.
"Well look at it this way, brother mine,"
{Doug} smiled. "For the next two days at least,
we each get to see how the other half lives."
{Lara} didn't seem all to pleased at that
prospect.
After a quiet dinner, during which they
agreed to stay home for the next few days and lay
low, {Doug} and {Lara} retired to what now
seemed to be their respective bedrooms.
"Well this is certainly a new experience,"
{Doug} said to himself as he stepped into the
bathroom to answer nature's call.
Manhood in hand, he laughed as for the
first time in his life he urinated standing up. When
done, {Doug} couldn't resist the temptation to run
his hand up and down his cock. It was a pretty
nice feeling he had to say.
Sibling rivalry aside, he had to admit his
new body was nicely equipped as far as manhood
went. As Lara, he had only seen a handful of
cocks first hand, but the one he was now holding
fell in the upper ten percent.
"Might as well get the full picture," he
thought as he stripped off all his clothes and stood
naked in front of the bathroom mirror.
Turning first one way, then the other,
{Doug} had to admit that, for a guy, it was a nice
body. It could be a lot worse, the image of that
fat, out of shape deliveryman coming to mind.
"I wonder if I dare," {Doug} thought as
he continued to stroke his erect cock. "After all,
I'm sure {Lara} is checking out her new body
down the hall."
He finally decided that scientifically
speaking of course, it did fall into the realm of
seeing how the other half lives. Besides it was too
good an opportunity to pass up, {Doug} stretched
out naked on his bed and began the time-honored
practice of jerking off.
He closed his eyes as his hand moved up
and down his cock, producing an interesting series
of sensations with his motions. From deep inside
his balls, {Doug} could feel what he assumed was
the first swells of an approaching orgasm.
"So this is what it feels like for a guy,"
{Doug} said softly as the pressure in his balls
swelled until he thought they might explode.
Explode they did a few moments later, in a
quite delightful manner. A male orgasm was quite
different, {Doug} decided as he looked at his
hand to discover it covered in milky white goo.
Different, but very enjoyable in its own right.
"I wonder how {Lara} is making out
down the hall?" {Doug} thought as he washed
himself off and drifted off to sleep. A small part
of him hoping that he'd wake up to find this all a
dream.
Down the short corridor separating the
bedrooms, {Lara} had pretty much come to the
same conclusions {Doug} had. Hopefully, this
would all be over in a few days, but until then,
make the most of it.
The mirror in Lara's room was even larger
than the one in {Doug's}bath, and it was in front
of this that {Lara} now stood. She had already
taken off her blouse and was now trying to undo
the clasp of her bra.
"Never thought I'd have to open one of
these from the inside," she laughed, trying to find
some humor in the situation.
Finally off it came, and {Lara} brought her
slender hands up to cup her breasts. They were
small, she thought, much smaller than Betty's or
any of the girls Doug normally dated. Yet, they
were so very sensitive to touch. Rubbing her
fingers against the bright pink nipples, she felt
them grow hard. It was a pretty nice feeling.
Spreading out her fingers, she squeezed
the mounds hard, playing with their softness. It
suddenly occurred to her that the way Doug had
played with his girlfriend's breasts might not have
been the best way. A softer, gentler touch felt
much nicer.
"It's a good thing guys don't have tits,"
{Lara} laughed as she stopped playing with hers,
"or they'd walk around all day squeezing them."
It was an old joke but one that seemed
strangely appropriate.
Running her hands down her body, {Lara}
slid them under the elastic of her panties and
against the light brown hair of her pussy.
"Well this I know I'm good at," she
though as her fingers played with her
womanhood.
She was indeed quit skilled with her hands,
the memory of that skill transferred as well. It
didn't take long for {Lara} to sample her first
female orgasm.
"Fucking outrageous!" {Lara} said as her
climax subsided. "Lara must do that every night."
{Lara} got very little sleep that night,
exploring every inch of her borrowed body.
"I wonder if she's really still a virgin?"
{Lara} thought just before sleep finally overcame
lust.
{Doug} woke the next morning, half
hoping that it would indeed turn out to be some
sort of dream. It only took a moments to know
that it wasn't. He tossed off the sheet and sat up
on the side of the bed.
"Good God!" {Doug} said as he looked
down at his crotch. "Do they wake up every
morning with a hard on?"
A quick trip to the bathroom for a nature
call brought the erection back to more manageable
proportions. {Doug} was actually a little bit
disappointed, thinking that "beating the meat" was
something worth trying again. He was sure there
would be other opportunities.
That idea brought forth another interesting
question. What would it take to produce an erotic
reaction in this body. {Doug} knew that there
was a collection of nudie magazines hidden in the
back of the closet. Would looking at the girls in
them produce an erection, or would the "female
identity" in his mind see that as a lesbian reaction.
Something to think about, and maybe to try later.
A quick shower, during which {Doug}
managed to avoid playing with his newfound toy
too much, helped wash away much of the night's
confusion. Dressing for the day in shorts and a
T-shirt, he was thankful that clothes differed only
in size. {Lara} must've been facing a much more
difficult choice.
To {Doug's} surprise, {Lara} was already
at the breakfast table, having a cup of coffee. She
had solved the clothing problem in much the same
way, with shorts and a T-shirt. {Doug} noticed,
however, that {Lara} had chosen an old shirt that
was now too tight. She also hadn't bothered with
a bra, the nipples of her breasts being quite visible
through the shirt.
Normally, Lara wore very little make-up,
preferring a more natural look, so {Lara} hadn't
even tried. {Doug} suppressed a smile when he
considered that if this had happened a week earlier
in the month, {Lara} would have had a lot bigger
concern than how to wear make-up.
"Well we made it through the night,"
{Doug} said, pouring a cup of tea and dropping
two slices of bread into the toaster, "hopefully
without too many surprises."
"I'm glad you still find humor in all of
this," {Lara} said, a note of dissatisfaction in her
voice.
"Just trying to make the best of it,"
{Doug} chimed back, "Making the most of a
strange situation."
"Not a bad idea," {Lara} said in a
response too quick to be spontaneous, "I should
be doing the same thing."
"What do you mean?" {Doug} asked
suspiciously.
"I think that maybe I should follow your
advice," {Lara} smiled knowingly. A look
{Doug} knew all to well. "I think I'll go out
today and find out for myself how the other half
lives."
{Doug} was definitely not happy with that
suggestion and was quick to say so. "I thought
we agreed to stay low for the next few days until
things were back to normal."
"Well it's a new day and I had a new
thought," {Lara} grinned.
It was disconcerting to {Doug} to see
Doug's facial expressions on her own body. An
expression that said {Lara} wasn't really saying
what she was thinking.
"I don't think this is a good idea," {Doug}
said again.
"Well we'll have to see, won't we?"
{Lara} smiled.
After {Lara} left, {Doug} spend most of
the morning worrying as to where she'd gone.
The idea of following her did occur to him, but
then he decided that if she saw him it would lead
to worse problems. By eleven o'clock, {Doug}
was already regretting that decision.
The sound of a car in the driveway caused
{Doug} to look up from his reading. He had been
going over the artifact notes for the tenth time,
hoping he would find something he'd overlooked
the previous nine. At one point, {Doug}
considered trying to place a call to Central
America and talk to their father. To see what his
take on the situation might be. That idea was
tossed aside as well. The fewer people who knew
what had happened the better.
"It's about time she's back," {Doug} said,
thinking how strange it was that he'd fallen into
the habit of referring to his brother as 'she'.
Looking out the window before opening
the front door, {Doug} was disappointed to see
the wrong female body.
"Damn, this is just what I need now,"
{Doug} said as the doorbell rang.
It was too late to close the curtain and
pretend that no one was home. {Doug} knew
that he'd been seen at the window. Reluctantly, he
opened the door.
"Doug, baby," the tall, buxom redhead
cooed as she threw her arms around him, "I
waited all morning for your call and you didn't
call. Don't tell me forgot your Betty."
Betty Braddock was all he needed on top
of everything else. Dressed in cut off shorts and a
barely concealing bikini top, she looked dressed
for the beach. Doug and her had obviously made
plans for the morning.
"Something came up unexpectedly,"
{Doug} said in way of explanation. Thinking that
was the understatement of the year.
"Something more important than me,"
Betty said with a pout as she pressed her balloon
like breasts against his chest.
"I'm sorry," {Doug} apologized.
"That's okay," Betty said in a happy tone,
suddenly changing her emotional level as quickly
as one might press the channel changer on a
remote. "I forgive you."
Releasing her hold on {Doug}, Betty
moved past him into the house. Since she had
already invited herself in, {Doug} closed the door.
He was already trying to think of a good excuse to
cut her visit short.
"Is your sister home?" Betty asked as she
walked into the living room and looked around.
"No, she had to run some errands,"
{Doug} lied.
"Good," Betty bubbled, "cause I've got
something I want to show you."
Curious, {Doug} asked what it was.
Betty paused for a moment, looking
around the empty room as if she wanted to be
totally sure that they were alone.
"I just wanted to show you," she said
quietly as she brought her arms around his neck
and pulled his lips to hers, "that you don't need
any other girl than Betty."
The press of her lips against his, and the
reaction it produced took {Doug} by surprise. It
was so different than kissing a man. Softer, and in
ways warmer. He accepted Betty's tongue as he
felt it press against his mouth.
"That felt nice," {Doug} said as Betty
finished her kiss, thinking how strange it was to
kiss another girl like that.
"Baby, I'm just getting started," Betty
laughed as she took a step back and reached
behind her neck. Nimble fingers undid the knot of
her top, letting her large mounds pop free, right
into {Doug's}hands.
"I know how much you like playing with
them," Betty said.
Thinking that to do otherwise would be to
create suspicion, after all what guy could ignore
breasts like that, {Doug} rubbed the bouncy
globes with both hands. Curiosity again won out
as he bent over and kissed her nipples.
"Oh yeah, do it baby," Betty said as she
grabbed {Doug's}head and pulled it between her
breasts, "you know how much you like it."
Her hot flesh pressed against his face,
{Doug} kissed and licked her softness. His mouth
sought out her nipple, sucking it in the way Lara
liked a man to do it to her. An action repeated on
her other mound as well.
"Oh yes, lover," Betty said as she pressed
her nipples harder into his mouth, "I told you that
you don't need anyone else. Now I'll prove it to
you.
Freeing her nipple, Betty dropped to her
knees and grabbed the waistband of {Doug's}
shorts and pulled both them and his underpants
down in a single tug. {Doug's}hard cock sprung
to attention, suddenly freed from all restraint.
"Well I guess that answers the question if
this body could still be turned on by a woman,"
{Doug} thought as he looked down and saw the
physical evidence of that attraction.
Evidence that vanished from his view a
moment later, buried within the warm, wet
embrace of Betty's mouth.
"Oh shit," {Doug} exclaimed as Betty
began to work her own particular brand of magic
on his cock.
Lara Jones was considered a fairly decent
cocksucker in her own right by the men she'd
dated, but she was a rank amateur when compared
to Betty. Having no real frame of reference, it
was impossible for {Doug} to describe what he
was feeling. One thing he was certain of though,
he now understood why guys were so hot on
getting blowjobs.
"Oh my ... " {Doug} couldn't even finish
the words as he felt his cock explode just as it had
the night before. Only this time it seemed
magnified a dozen fold.
Betty didn't stop sucking until {Doug}
was totally drained, licking every drop of his
eruption as if it was a prize to be savored.
Feeling just a little unsteady on his feet,
{Doug} finally understood the power of a blowjob
over a man. It was a lesson to keep in mind for
after the change over.
"Honey," {Doug} said as his voice
returned, "that was fantastic. I mean that, really
fantastic."
"I told you so," Betty smiled as she stood
up and pressed her body against his, her long
fingers stroking his semi-hard cock. "I only wish
you'd change your mind and do that for me too."
{Doug} wasn't surprised by the revelation
that Doug didn't go down on his girlfriends. What
he did find surprising was that his girlfriends put
up with it. Lara's attitude had always been, to get
head, you had to give head. No lickie, no suckie
as one of her friends liked to put it.
{Doug} thought back to a few daring
discussions about girl/girl sex between Lara and a
close friend back in school. The talks never went
far enough that either of them wanted to try it, but
enough to make her wonder what it might feel
like.
"Well maybe we should change that,"
{Doug} suggested as Betty kissed him again.
"You mean that?" Betty said excitedly.
"Well we can at least try it," {Doug} said,
returning the kiss. "You should try at least
everything once, right?"
"Oh Doug, I love you!" Betty gushed as
she pulled him close. "That shows that you know
I'm the best girl for you."
With that, she pulled him to the couch
where she practically ripped off her shorts and the
bikini bottoms beneath them. {Doug} hesitated
for a second, thinking what was he getting Doug
into. Then he tossed that question aside, figuring
that at least Doug would get points for trying it
once.
Bending down alongside the edge of the
couch, {Doug} spread Betty's legs and got a good
look at her pussy. There was a lot less hair
around it than the last time she had seen it, back in
the showers after gym class. It was obvious the
redhead trimmed it to wear the skimpiest of
swimsuits.
He took a deep breath and then waded
right into it, surprised at how natural it felt.
{Doug} wasn't sure it was because he was for all
purposes a man at this moment, or perhaps his
female mind might actually have lesbian
curiosities. Whatever the reason, his tongue
glided up and down the length of Betty's pussy,
bringing whatever pleasure it was capable of in its
wake.
"Oh baby, do it," Betty called out as she
pressed {Doug's}head between her legs. "It feels
so good."
In truth, it was okay but far from great.
Betty could tell that {Doug} was really trying, and
for now, that was enough. The worse thing she
could do was complain about his lack of skill.
That would make this the last time they ever did
it. Better to let him think he was as good at pussy
licking as he was at everything else. Hopefully,
he'd improve with practice.
"I'm getting so wet," Betty went on. "You
are so good."
{Doug} thought Betty was laying it on a
little thick, but that was obviously a matter of
personal preference. In a matter like this, Betty
knew Doug far better than his sister ever would.
Some guys got off on being constantly told how
good they were, even if they weren't.
For what it was worth, {Doug} was
enjoying going down on Betty. He wasn't sure if
it was the transformation, the novelty of a new
experience, or those possible lesbian attractions he
had earlier considered. It was a fun thing to do.
Perhaps when this was all over, and Lara was off
to college, a little girl/girl experimentation might
be worth pursuing.
"Oh Doug, I want you inside me," Betty
said, deciding that his first attempt at pleasing her
orally had gotten as good as it was ever going to
get. "I need you inside me. Please fuck me."
"Oh oh," {Doug} thought as he heard
those magic words that most guys would kill to
hear. "This is going a lot further than I planned it
to."
He knew immediately that there was no
graceful way out of a situation like this. Not
without possibly breaking up whatever kind of
relationship Doug and Betty had. Yet deep down,
{Doug} was a little glad that was the case. It
would kill him to come this far and not see it
through. How could he not?
After all, Doug had actually been screwing
Betty for almost a year now. So what difference
did it make. He might be pissed when he found
out, but fuck him. It was his fault all this had
happened anyway. As {Doug} climbed on top of
Betty, he was thankful that Lara didn't have a
lover right now. Who knows what Doug would
do in a situation like this.
{Doug} quickly discovered there was a
big difference between being the one being fucked
and the one doing the fucking. Fortunately, Betty
seemed quite willing to take the lead. She took
his cock in hand guided it into her. All {Doug}
had to really do was provide the motion for the
ocean.
"Oh yeah, lover," Betty said, continuing
her encouragements. "Give it to me. Give me that
big beautiful cock."
{Doug} was giving all he could, feeling a
now familiar swell building inside of him. The
woman in him told him that he should be making
more of an effort to make sure that Betty reached
her own orgasm, but the rising tide was quickly
washing away such concerns. In less time than he
would've thought possible, given that he had came
such a short time before, {Doug} again shot his
load.
"No {Doug}, not yet," Betty called out,
knowing that it was already too late.
"I'm sorry," {Doug} said as he climbed
off her, feeling his cock softening and knowing it
would a lot longer wait this time before he could
do this again.
"It's okay, baby," Betty said as she sat up
and kissed him. "Like you said, there's a first time
for everything. Just as long as you don't start
making it a habit."
"I won't," {Doug} smiled, feeling a little
sorry now for the last guy who'd done that to
Lara.
"Just you remember," Betty said as she
put her clothes back on, "that you don't need any
girl other than me."
"I'll try to remember that," {Doug} said,
trying not to commit Doug to anything.
"Do more than try, okay love," Betty said,
gently patting his cheek. "I have to run, I'll let
myself out."
Watching Betty's ass sway back and forth
as she headed for the door, {Doug} decided that
maybe the big boobed airhead wasn't such an
airhead after all.
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