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Through The Looking Glass Darkly
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Three
An hour after Betty had left, {Doug} was
still thinking about his lost "virginity". This
certainly was turning out to be an astonishing few
days. Even so, he would be glad to see it end.
"I wonder what {Lara} had been doing all
day?" he asked himself. "Probably using her new
gender to check out every place in town in which
women got naked. The dressing rooms in the
mall, the locker room and showers at the gym, or
even the pool over at the community center.
"I hope you're keeping me out of trouble,
brother mine," {Doug} said, never realizing how
far from the truth that statement would turn out to
be.
"Hey Dougie boy, you home?" a loud
voice called in-between the ringing doorbell.
"What is this, Grand Central Station
today?" {Doug} said as he got up to answer the
bell.
If he'd been disappointed to find Betty at
the door earlier, {Doug} was even more disturbed
to now find Harry standing there.
"Yo Doug, open up," the tall blond yelled
as he now started banging on the door as well.
"I've got to talk to you It's important."
On the slim chance that it actually was
important, {Doug} reluctantly opened the door.
Harry started talking before he was even inside
the house.
"You are not going to believe the morning
I've had," an exited Harry said. "I still can't
believe it myself."
"Great," {Doug} thought, "he probably
looked in some poor girl's window and saw her
tits. Now wants to tell me all about it. This idiot
has sex on the brain twenty-four hours a day."
"I'm pretty busy right now, Harry,"
{Doug} said, hoping to dissuade him, "maybe you
could come by later. In fact tomorrow would be
even better."
"This can't wait, pal of mine," Harry
insisted. "You have got to hear about what
happened with your sister and ..."
"My sister?" {Doug} interrupted.
"Yeah," Harry said in a rush, "Lara
showed up at my house this morning and ..."
"Harry, take a breath and get a hold of
yourself," {Doug} said, grabbing him by his arms.
"It's just so unbelievable," Harry went on.
"Harry, I want you sit down and tell me
everything that happened," {Doug} said, almost
afraid to hear what the excited young man was so
eager to say.
"Well," he said, finally catching his breath,
"I was just about to leave my house, when who
should show up on my front door but your sister."
"What did she want?" {Doug} asked.
"You know, I always thought she really
didn't like me," Harry said. "The way she always
puts me off. That's why I was so surprised when
she ..."
Harry suddenly paused, thinking for the
first time about telling his best friend what had
happened. About if it might be a bad idea after
all.
"Doug, it just hit me, I really shouldn't be
telling you this," Harry said as a rarely used
conscience emerged. "I mean she is your sister
and ..."
"But you're going to tell me anyway, aren't
you?" {Doug} asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Harry admitted.
"Then don't leave out any details."
{Doug} listened intently as Harry told his
tale, feeling the pit in his stomach grow deeper as
he went on.
"I mean first, she shows up at my house
with her tits practically poking through her shirt,"
Harry said, "I mean you could see her nipples
right through that shirt and everything."
{Doug} should've known that shirt was
going to be trouble.
"Then she says that she feels sorry for all
the bad times she's given me, and wants to make it
up to me. The next thing I know she has that
T-shirt off and I'm looking right at her tits."
"Oh God!" {Doug} mentally groaned.
"Doug, I gotta say, your sister has got
really dynamite tits," Harry said. "They're soft as
pillows and they taste like honey."
Somehow, {Doug} didn't think a thank
you was quite appropriate in this situation.
"Then, and I really couldn't believe she
was saying it, she said if I wanted, I could see the
rest of her as well. The next thing I know her
pants are off too."
"Please say it ended there," {Doug} was
praying.
"Man, I had a boner that won't quit," he
continued. "I said to myself that it couldn't get
any better than this."
"Obviously," {Doug} thought with a
touch of fear, "it did."
"She then said was there anything else she
could do to make everything up to me. So I
figure, what the hell, why not go for broke."
"Oh no," {Doug} thought, trying not to
show the emotions raging within him.
"How bout a blowjob, I said."
{Doug} groaned mentally, his stomach
awash in acid.
"But she said that she had a problem with
her teeth and couldn't do that right now." Harry
added.
"Figures," {Doug} thought, "Doug won't
even go down on a girl. I can't imagine him
sucking off a guy regardless of what body he's in."
"How bout a fuck then, I say," Harry said,
the expression on his face one of near euphoria.
"And she says, sure why not."
"Oh My Dear God!" {Doug} said, this
time loud enough for Harry to hear. Luckily, he
was so wrapped up in his story that he didn't
wonder about his friend's strange reaction.
"Then before you can say 'Let's do it', she's
on the couch, legs in the air and I'm giving her the
old boom da boom."
{Doug} thought he was going to faint.
"Doug, you okay?" Harry asked, finally
noticing the suddenly pale face of his friend.
"I just need a moment," {Doug} said,
trying to absorb the images of what Harry had just
told him.
"Man, I know I shouldn't have told you,"
Harry said. "I mean she is your sister."
"I can't believe this," {Doug} was saying
to himself, oblivious to Harry's apology. "{Lara}
let Harry fuck her. She let this miserable little
worm put his cock into my body. I'm going to be
ill."
"Then what happened?" {Doug} forced
himself to ask.
"Well I was kind of hoping we'd have
another go at it," Harry said, disappointment in
his voice, "but she said she had to go."
"Thank God," {Doug} breathed a sign of
relief.
Part of his mind was outraged, that {Lara}
would do something like that. Another part, the
rational part, said that something like that
should've been expected. After all, hadn't he also
fucked Betty? But Harry Willis?
"Did Lara say where she was going after
she left your house?" {Doug} asked as he tried
very hard to balance {Lara}'s being with Harry
against his own encounter with Betty. No matter
how he looked at it, they wouldn't cancel each
other out.
"I'm not sure where she went exactly,"
Harry said, "she just said that there were a few
other people that she needed to apologize to.
Don't know exactly who else she meant."
By the time Harry formed the last
sentence, he was talking to an empty couch. A
sudden motion toward the bathroom was all the
warning he had that {Doug} was about to lose his
lunch. From the bathroom, Harry could hear the
sound of his friend vomiting repeatedly.
Never, ever in her life had {Doug} been so
angry at another living being. That the object of
his animosity was the same flesh and blood in no
way diminished his fury.
It was long after midnight before {Lara}
finally returned home. During the long wait,
{Doug} had considered over a dozen forms of
revenge. At least half of them ended with death
or some form of dismemberment.
"Hey Sis, how was your day?" {Lara}
said as she walked into the living room. "Full of
discovery I hope?"
"I am going to kill you," {Doug} said, his
brown eyes red with anger.
"Lets not get all melodramatic," {Lara}
laughed as she walked right to the bar and poured
herself a drink. "You know that you're really not
going to do anything like that."
"Harry came by this afternoon," {Doug}
said, as if to explain her hostility.
"I figured that," {Lara} replied as she
drained her scotch in a single motion. "Good old
Harry couldn't wait to tell his best buddy what
happened."
"How could you do something like that,"
he thundered, "and with Harry Willis ?"
"As opposed to," {Lara} replied, pouring
herself another drink and again draining it in a
single motion, "say Jerry Hayes, Carl Tucker,
Lamar Wilson or maybe T.J. King. All of whom,
I must say, now have a much higher opinion of
you then they did yesterday."
"You didn't?" {Doug} said, choking on
his words.
"I'm afraid I did, big sister," she laughed.
"Guess it's like having a delicious piece of candy.
You can't just eat one."
"They're all going to think I'm some kind
of slut," {Doug} gasped, unable to believe that
even Doug could go so far. "Why?"
"Lets just say that it suddenly occurred to
me that I'd never have a better opportunity to
make up for a lifetime of listening to you tell me
what a royal fuck up I am," {Lara} explained.
"Of listening to everyone else say, why couldn't I
be more like you? Well after today, maybe a few
less people will be saying that."
"This is beyond anything I thought you
capable of," {Doug} said, "Don't think I'm going
to let you get away with this."
"What are you going to do?" {Lara}
laughed, "Fuck every girl in town to get back at
me. Go right ahead. It'll be better for my rep
when we change back. If you want some advice,
start with Betty. She's one awesome lay. Now if
you'll excuse me, it's been a long and tiring day.
I'm going to turn in."
{Lara} started up the stairs, then paused
and turned around. The smile on her face was of
such a vicious nature that it sent an icy chill
through {Doug}.
"Face it, Sister dear," she said with
vindictiveness, "the contest between us is over.
I won!"
Watching her disappear out of sight,
{Doug} promised himself that {Lara} was wrong.
It wasn't over, he wouldn't let it be over. He
didn't know how he was going to do it yet, but
somehow, in the less than twenty-four hours
before they changed back, he was going to pay
{Lara} back. Doug was going to pay for every
single moment of humiliation he had subjected
Lara to, and then some.
Even after sleeping the morning away,
{Lara} was still exhausted from the previous day's
non-stop sexual marathon. Zero hour was only a
few hours away and she had no real plans to do
anything except take it easy until then. The rich
memory of her revenge on her life long antagonist
was enough to satisfy her above all else.
{Doug} was nowhere to be found when
she finally came down for lunch. Just as well,
{Lara} thought. After yesterday there was no
love lost between the two of them.
Later that evening, with less than an hour
to go until the exchange, {Lara} actually began to
worry about {Doug's} absence. Had something
happen to {Doug} and more importantly his
body? If so, would he be trapped in Lara's?
He thought about it a little, finally deciding
that if that had happened, well he could live with
it. He'd learned over the last forty-seven hours
that there were certain advantages to being a
woman. Especially a good looking woman.
Being called a slut by some people wouldn't
bother him at all.
{Lara} decided to enjoy one last orgasm
as a woman, assuming that the change went off as
planned. In looking for a change of clothes this
morning, she had found the vibrator Lara kept
hidden in her lingerie drawer. What better way to
spend his last minutes as a woman.
"I'm going to miss this," {Lara} thought
as the gentle vibration of the plastic cock brought
her to the edge of orgasm. A few more minutes
and she would be over that edge.
Unfortunately, those few minutes were not
hers to have. With her climax just about to erupt,
{Lara's} vision began to blur and she felt a little
light-headed.
"Looks like this orgasm's for you, Lara,"
{Lara} thought as she felt her mind leaving this
body. "Don't say I never did anything nice for
you."
The switch back was a lot easier that the
original transfer. Possibly because their minds
were returning to their natural bodies. Even so, it
took a few seconds for Doug to become aware of
his surroundings.
His first awareness was of a thick, salty
substance in his mouth, the taste of which he
couldn't identify. Then a searing pain in his ass
grabbed his attention, a pain that lessened for a
heartbeat, then ripped through him again.
"Oh no, Lara you didn't," Doug tried to
say as he fully realized what was happening.
He could only try to say the words
because a large black cock filled his mouth,
choking them back. The ejaculation of that cock
moments before accounted for the strange taste in
his mouth.
The pain in his ass was the result of
another cock, this one belonging to an equally
large white man doing to him what Doug had
done to so many girls over the years.
"I'm going to come!" Doug heard the
bearded man plowing his ass call out, just before
his own cock exploded into the jock from the
other end.
"Oh man, that was really great," the man
who had just emptied his load into Doug said as
he pulled out of him.
At the same time, the black man also
withdrew his cock, stepping back enough to allow
Doug to lift his head.
Doug looked up at his surroundings, his
eyes fixing on a sign that read 'The Purple Rose'.
That sign said it all. Everyone in town had
heard of The Purple Rose. It was an infamous gay
club out on route nine, just beyond the county
line. It was big with the college crowd, situated
between three major colleges. Stories of all kinds
of wild gay sex parties were associated with the
name.
"Damn, who'd have believed it," the
bearded man said as he stretched out his hand to
help Doug up to his feet. "Doug Jones, All City
Champion. I've seen you play a dozen times,
man."
"Oh shit," Doug thought as he looked
around the heavily packed club. "Every one of
these guys heard him use my name."
"I never would've imagined that you were
into guys," the man went on, "but anyone who
could take on a dozen guys in one afternoon is
okay by me. You're going to be a legend in no
time. Everyone's already talking about you."
A sense of abject horror filled Doug's
heart. In his mind, he could picture Lara stretched
out on her bed, enjoying the orgasm he had left
her. He could also imagine her laughing at the
revenge she had left for him. A laughter he could
hear even from here.
Closing his eyes as he saw two men take
the place of those who had just finished with him,
he could see the life he had so enjoyed slipping
away like a distant shore.
Lara had won after all.
END
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