Through The Looking Glass Darkly
by Ann Douglas
"I have a delivery here for Dr. Harrison Jones," the man in the
dark brown uniform said as he stood on the steps of the modest
suburban home.
"I'll take it,” the tall, slim eighteen-year-old who had
answered the door said.
"Are you Doctor Jones? the overweight deliveryman, with
the name Bob on his shirt, said with a smirk.
At five eight and a hundred and twelve pounds, the light
brown haired women could hardly have been mistaken for a
Harrison Jones. Especially when the small bikini she was wearing
barely contained her 34C-24-34 inch body.
"No, I'm his daughter, Lara," she said, unimpressed with his
attempt at humor. "I'll sign for it."
"Are you eighteen or older, young lady,” the now annoying,
middle aged man asked, sticking to his company's rules to the
letter.
"Yes I am, do you need to see my driver's license?” Lara
said, thinking it was too hot a day to put up with a jerk that
thought for some reason that he should be on the next Comic
Relief. "Cause if you do, then you are going to have to come back
later. As you can obviously see, I don't have it on me."
"No, that won't be necessary," the man responded, deciding
he had gotten as good a look at her breasts as he was going to get.
If he stayed at this stop much longer, Bob thought, he was going
to have a hard on by the time he made his next delivery. "Please
sign here, number twenty-three."
Lara practically grabbed the clipboard out of his hands and
scribbled her name on the last empty line. In the mood she was in
right now, he would've gotten the clipboard back between his legs
if she could've read his mind.
"Well you have a good day, Ma'am," the deliveryman said as
he waited on the steps long enough to get a good a look at Lara's
ass when she turned around to open the door. "You stay cool."
"Asshole!" Lara said softly as she carried the small package
into the air conditioned house, closing the door behind her.
"God, what an ass on that one," Bob thought as he climbed
back into his truck, "even better than her tits."
As he pulled away from the curb, he realized that he was
going to be sporting an erection on his next stop, like it or not.
"Who was at the door?" the young man asked as he stepped
in from the back yard. Like Lara, he was wearing only a swimsuit.
Only an inch taller, the darker haired teen bore enough of a
resemblance to Lara for them to be twins. Which was exactly
what they were. Douglas Jones shared his sister's deep brown
eyes and had a body that was just as well developed.
"A package for Dad," Lara said as she read the label on the
small parcel. It's from Professor Lyons in Cairo."
"Let's see what it is," Doug eagerly suggested, taking the
package from his sister's hand and shaking it.
"No way, Doug," Lara said as she pulled the package back.
"The last time you opened one of Dad's packages it would up in a
hundred pieces. That bowl had survived five hundred years in a
tomb, but not five minutes with you. Whatever this is, it can wait
until the end of the month when Mom and Dad get back from
Central America."
"Come on, one little accident, it could've happened to
anyone," Doug said, trying to maintain a look of innocence about
him. "It probably wouldn't happen again in ..."
"Five hundred years?" Lara chimed in.
"Exactly," he smiled.
"Well that's how long you'd have to wait before I trust you
with another of Dad's artifacts," Lara said as she put the small
package in the china closet and locked it. "And I mean that!" she
warned.
"Probably just some ancient good luck charm," Doug laughed
as he held on to the towel around his neck with both hands and
walked away, thinking that his sister could be such a bitch at
times.
The sibling's father, Dr. Harrison Jones, was a world
renowned leader in the field of Archaeology. For the last month,
he and his wife were away on a dig in Central America, leaving his
children to enjoy, as they put it, the comforts of civilizations
rather than roughing it along the equator.
In years past, Doctor and Mrs. Illyana Jones had made
arrangements for Housekeepers and Nanny's when they were away.
Once their children came of age, however, they trusted them to
handle things in their absence. What they really should've
arranged for, as anyone who knew Lara and Doug Jones could have
told them, was an armed referee.
To say that Doug and Lara didn't get along would be to say
that the Titanic was a minor boating accident. The two had been
at each other's throats since before the onset of puberty. An
event that, according to Lara, was still an ongoing process in her
brother's case. Doug, on the other hand, believed his sister had
been born an old lady, never wanting to have any real fun.
Lara Jones had been the valedictorian of her high school,
and come the Fall was going to be entering the Pre-Med program at
Harvard University. That much sought after combination of
beauty and brains, she was as committed to maintaining a sound
body as she was a sound mind.
Douglas Arthur Jones on the other hand, was almost the
archetypical jock and party animal. Tall, dark and handsome as the
old saying went, the former high school baseball and football star
considered himself the Fates gift to women. It was a belief that
had been steadily endorsed by a stream of young and in a
few cases, not so young, women who found their way to his bed.
Both of them stood to inherit a quite considerable trust
fund from their Grandfather on their twenty-first birthday. In
Doug's case, he saw no reason to pass his time until then as
anything more than one non-stop party.
"Hey, Doug my man, come on back to the party," a similarly
garbed blond teen called from the patio door.
"Hey, wherever I am, that's were the party is, Harry" Doug
said in reply.
"Well you may be the party, but the girls are still out by the
pool," Harry shot back.
"Okay, I'll be right out," Doug finally relented.
"How bout you, Lara baby?" he asked, turning his attention
to the brunette. "I'm saving you a lawn chair next to mine."
Harry Willis was Doug's best friend and Lara's worst
nightmare. With a personality she considered almost as obnoxious
as her brother's, it had been Harry's stated goal in life to share
Lara's bed. In Lara's mind, he had a better chance of sharing
Julia Roberts'.
It wasn't that Harry was a bad looking guy. In fact, quite
the opposite was true. It was just that, like her brother, the
former Swim Team Captain was more interested in girls who did
their thinking with open legs or mouths than those who might be
able to express an intelligent opinion.
"I'll pass, Harry," Lara said, suppressing her anger at
already having her quiet day by the pool ruined by the arrival of
Doug's friends. It was that anger that had been vented at the
deliveryman. "I'm going up to change, then I have a few errands to
run."
"I'd be glad to help," Harry quickly offered.
"No thanks," Lara declined just as quick.
Moving up the stairs to her room on the second floor, Lara
was all too aware of Harry's eyes following her. As far as his eyes
were concerned, she might as well have been walking around naked.
Intent on avoiding Harry's eyes, Lara totally ignored her
brother's. If she had taken note of his gaze, she would've seen
that it was centered on the package she had just locked away.
The errands took Lara the rest of the afternoon. None of
them were particularly urgent, but she couldn't deal with all of
Doug's moronic friends. Thankfully, by the time she came home,
they had gone off in search of other amusements.
"A few more months and I'm out of here," Lara thought as
she exited the air-conditioned comfort of her mother's car and
headed for the house. "Then I'm never coming back except to visit
Mom and Dad."
Despite her academic success, Lara had only a few good
memories of her years at Robert Kennedy High School.
Moderately popular, she'd had a few boyfriends and despite her
brother's belief, hadn't been a virgin since her seventeenth
birthday. Before that, she had also engaged with the sexual
experimentations that most girls her age dabbled in. Not seeing
anyone now, she really wasn't planning any brief summer romances.
Stepping into the house, a comforting coolness engulfed her
skin. That was something she wouldn't miss when she moved to the
northeast next fall, the almost total absence of a cool season.
Lara was on the way to the kitchen to fix a nice cool drink
when she noticed something that quickly brought her blood to a
boil faster than the blistering heat outside. The door to the china
closet was open and she could see the discarded wrappings that
had covered this afternoon's delivery resting on the dining room
table. The artifact, and Doug, were no where to be seen.
"Damn that brother of mine," Lara thought as she picked up
the folded letter that had been enclosed with the package and
discarded unread by him.
Not for the first time since her parents left, Lara
regretted her promise to them to stay home for the summer and
keep an eye on things for them. Harrison Jones had a deep hope
that his only son would eventually grow up and find his place in life.
Unless his place was as a beach bum, Lara couldn't ever imagine
that happening.
Unable to do anything about it until Doug showed up, except
worry , Lara fixed her drink and sat down in a recliner to read the
long letter from Professor Lyons. Included in the ten-page letter
was an explanation of the legend behind the find and some
translations of the engravings on it.
"Where have you been?" Lara yelled at her brother as he
finally came home two hours after dark.
"Jeez, you sound more like my mother than my sister," Doug
said as he stepped into the living room, "and since you're only ten
minutes older than me, I don't think you really qualify."
"Funny, real funny. I wouldn't trade places with Mom for all
the money in the world," Lara said. "Not with you as a son."
"Chill out, Sis," Doug said, trying to calm her down. "Here's
your precious trinket, still in one piece."
"Where did you take it?" Lara asked as she picked it up from
where Doug has tossed it onto the table.
"Betty wanted to see it so I brought it over to her house,"
Doug said. "She gets off on the idea that something like that
might be hundreds of years old."
Betty Braddock was the closest thing Doug had to a steady
girlfriend. A girl who was so sexually charged that he wanted to
sleep with her more than a few times, yet still intellectually
challenged enough not to complain too loudly about the other girls
who passed in and out of his life.
"And I suppose that she got you off for bringing it over,"
Lara said sarcastically.
"Well she might have," he replied, "if her mother hadn't
come home early."
"No doubt," Lara said as she examined the artifact for
damage.
It was an amulet, she remembered from the notes she had
read, a rather common polished stone surrounded by the ancient
symbols for male and female. What the Professor had found so
fascinating was that for such an unimpressive ornament, it had
been found in a box of gold and silver.
"Hey, I said I brought it back in one piece," said Doug as he
watched Lara go over the rarity with a fine tooth comb.
"I'm just making sure," Lara answered. "And for your
information, it's thousands of years old, not hundreds."
"Really, are you sure?" her brother asked, thinking how
much more impressed Betty would be if he could tell her that.
"If you bothered to read the letter that came with it, you'd
already know."
"All right, Miss I'm smarter than everyone else," Doug
commented as he stepped next to his sister to look at the artifact
in a new light. "What's this thing supposed to be?"
"Well it's Egyptian," Lara said.
"It came from Cairo, that's a big surprise."
Lara ignored his sarcasm and went on.
"According to the translations that Professor Lyons and his
people made, it's some kind of talisman used in a royal marriage
ceremony."
"A marriage ceremony?" Doug repeated, actually interested
because whatever he learned from Lara might get extra points
from Betty.
"Somehow, it was supposed to make the bride and groom
more compatible by letting each see the world through the other's
eyes," Lara said, recounting the letter. "Or that's at least what
they could make out of the translation. They were hoping Dad
would go over it as well."
"How's it supposed to work?" Doug asked.
"Like you're really interested?" she said.
"Hey, I actually am," her brother said in his most sincere
tone.
"Somehow, I doubt that," Lara said, then remembered her
mother's many requests for the two of them to find common
ground. "Well, first of all, you needed a full moon."
"Like tonight," Doug interrupted, remembering watching the
full moon rise on his way home.
"Then the couple would hold it in both their hands and
concentrate on seeing life through the other's eyes. According to
the legend, they would see the world and each other from their
mate's perspective."
"Wild," Doug laughed. "Let's try it."
"What?" a shocked Lara asked.
"Let’s take it out under the full moon and see what happens,"
Doug said.
"You're serious," Lara said.
"Hey it'll be good for a laugh," Doug insisted. "Aren't you
the one always saying that I should see the world through your
eyes for once. That I'd be surprised at how much sense it would
make."
"Say I go along with your little joke," a hesitant Lara said.
"What do I get out of this?"
"What do you want?" Doug asked.
"A weekend without all of your friends hanging around the
house, especially Harry." Lara said.
Remembering that he, Harry and the guys were planning to a
long drive down the coast this weekend anyway, Doug quickly
agreed.
"Okay, let's get it over with so you can have your little
laugh," Lara said as they walked out by the pool.
They stood in the open, the light of the moon reflecting in
the polished stone. Each placed their hands on part of the amulet.
"So now what do we do?" Doug asked.
"There was a prayer to the Egyptian gods for what they
think translated as wisdom and understanding," Lara said, feeling
more than a little ridiculous about this whole thing.
"Did he include it in his letter?" Doug asked, thinking this
was going to get him at least a special roll in the sack with Betty.
"We have a deal, right?" Lara said, "I get the house to
myself for the whole weekend."
"Yes, that's the deal," Doug promised.
Lara looked at her brother's eyes, brown orbs so like her
own. Whatever other problems they had with each other, they
never went back on an actual promise.
Taking a deep breath, Lara repeated the prayer, invoking
the names of long forgotten deities. A calm quiet filled the air as
she spoke, and it seemed as if the warm evening air suddenly
turned cold.
Doug listened intently, remembering the words. Like Lara,
he had a phenomenal memory, when he chose to use it. They
reached the end of the simple ceremony as Lara invoked a final
plea to the ancient Moon Goddess.
No sooner had the last words passed from her lips when Lara
felt the world in front of her explode in a white light. She felt her
legs give way beneath her, then a feeling of weightlessness. Then
a total blackness as her mind went blank.
Lara's first thought as consciousness slowly returned to her
was that the house had somehow exploded. Every part of her hurt
that badly. Then as her eyes focused, she considered the idea
that this was one of Doug's practical jokes. She lifted her head
off the patio to which she had been thrown and saw the impossible.
Stretched out on the concrete a dozen feet away, was her own
body.
"I'm still asleep," she told herself, thinking this had to be a
dream.
Reaching into the pool only inches away, she splashed water
on to her face. The nightmare grew even worse as the water
showed a reflection not her own. Yet one that but for a tiny
change in her mother's womb might have been hers.
"This is impossible," Lara said as she looked down and
further saw her brother's body in place of her own. "Things like
this can't happen."
"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 is 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 you 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 she 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
worst 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.
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 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 the 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
(c) Ann Douglas 2000
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