Perverts 'R' Us

Mirror Image

By Danyealle ( M/F, sci-fi )

Prologue

Glancing up at the clock on the wall over the water cooler as he shuffled the papers together he saw that it was 5 'til 5:00PM. Signing heavily his stomach clenched with both anticipation and dread. While he wanted to get off work he also dreaded going home.

As usual the bus deposited him at the door to his apartment building at 5:45 PM on the nose. After the doorman let him in and he gathered the couple advertisements that passed as his mail he stepped into the elevator then hit up button for the top floor, stomach already clenched.

A couple minutes later the elevator stopped and the bell dinged softly as the doors slid open with a whoosh. Stepping out into the lush carpeted hallway they walked down the hall to his door, fishing the keys out of his pocket then juggling them around a bit to find the right "one". When he stopped in front of the door that belonged to him his stomach knotted tight from both in anticipation and anxiety. With a rusty sounding squeal, the kind hinges made as they aged are rusty, make the door opened. Steeling himself mentally for whatever he might see. He shuddered, gurning, then slapped on his "neutral mask" and pushed the door open, praying that there wasn't any trouble and that the apartment wasn't trashed.

Chapter 1

Since the time he had learned to read he had been hooked on science-fiction. Somehow those fanciful tales had gripped his imagination and made him thing that the improbable was possible.

As he aged and he read more and more he went through different stages of interests. For a while he was fascinated with the prospect of time travel and whether or not it was possible. He read everything about it he could get his hands on, from fiction to non-fiction. After that it morphed into aliens and life on other planets.

When he was in his 2nd year of college his obsession; that is the only word that could truly describe what it evolved into, became split personalities. In the past he had read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and seen a couple of the movies based on it but this wasn't the same. In that plot the two beings resembled Dissociative Identity Disorder, what used to be called Multiple Personality Disorder. The two personalities existed but when the good Dr. became his evil counterpart he had no idea what it had done. What he was interested in was two parts of the same person that co-existed with each other and always knew what the other was doing. It was a melding of the light and dark aspects of the same being to make a better 'whole', more rounded and a better being than those that bury one side or the other. It was that intriguing thought that set him off to read up on the topic.

Eventually he became convinced that if he were able to meld the two personalities that all people had, the 'normal' one that all people saw of a person and the "dark side" that was kept buried and never allowed out to see the light of day, that you would become a better, more rounded person. It would also allow you to become a "higher being", one that as smarter and more in touch with everything around them as well as in the world at large. That's what was to become his quest; to find a way to meld his two selves into one. As it turned out it took him years to find something that he thought would work.

Chapter 2

After trying dozens of methods to do what he wanted, he eventually settled on hypnosis. He came across it when researching something else. As he read up on the subject he became convinced that it was the key, it was the thing that could meld the two parts together.

Once he discovered it he poured over books on the topic and even took a few classes to learn how to do it the right way. After about a year of trial and error he felt he had written the perfect script that would do what he wanted.

Not entrusting what he wanted done to any one else he recorded himself reading the script on the computer and turned it into an MP3 that he loaded into his player. As he lay down on his bed and prepared to listen to it the first time his heart was pounding and he shook slightly, excitement and nerves making him quiver.

Of course, as he had expected, it didn't work the first time. Because of his research he knew that it took time, sometimes a lot of time, for it to work. At least once a day he listened to the tract. He also recorded a subliminal tract of it to listen to while he slept, trying to make himself more susceptible to the hypnosis. As it turned out it was almost nine months to the day he first listened to the tract that any sign of it working showed.

That day had started out the same way as all his other work days, nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't until he was at work that he noticed anything out of the ordinary. Occasionally he seemed to catch movement in one of the many mirrors in the office. It wasn't anything he could conclusively use to prove there was something there just seeing something out of the corner of his eyes. When he would look all he would see was his own reflection as normal. Once, while washing his hands in the men's room, he was sure he saw someone standing behind him in the reflection. When he looked over his shoulder there was no one there. After experiencing it a few times he chalked the whole thing up to stress, they had been working long hours on a special project that's deadline was rapidly approaching stressing all of them out, and dismissed the whole thing.

One of the reasons he had chosen his apartment was that each room, except the kitchen, had one wall that was done in mirrors. Those wall-sized reflective surfaces made the place seem bigger than it was and seemed to give it a touch of class, like it was the abode of someone famous-the kind of thing you would see in architectural magazines when they featured the living space of someone from the rich-and-famous set. In the bedroom the ceiling was also mirrored. At night, when the lights were out, the reflective ceiling picked up some of the lights that filtered through the closed curtains and it seemed to twinkle, like stars.

That night, relaxed in his recliner, he was watching a DVD he had picked up at a rental place around the corner. With a drink in hand, relaxed, he lost himself in the plot-line of the action movie. Just as the movie was building towards its climax he caught a movement out of the corner of his eyes in one of the mirrors. Glancing over, fully expecting to see nothing once again, his jaw dropped open and he starred. Rather than the reflection of the room only he saw a youngish man, maybe in his mid to late teens with black, tousled, spiky hair, standing there, looking intently at him. It didn't speak or look as though it was trying to talk; it just stood there looking at him. A quick glance around the living room assured him that there was no one there whose reflection it could be but the figure was still there when he looked back.

Before he could open is mouth and articulate anything the figure vanished. One second it was there and the next it wasn't. Of course, like most people would be, he was shaken up by the experience. People that weren't there didn't just appear out of nowhere. But there was something else as well. There was something strangely familiar about the being, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He didn't think it was anyone he had known in the past nor did he know anyone that resembled him. But he was there, no doubt about it.

After a bit his logical side kicked in so he started running through all the things that it could be. One by one he went down that list but couldn't find anything that resembled what he had seen. Sighing, he shook his head, he was sure something would click sooner or later, giving him the thing he needed to figure it out or he would remember what it was.

He has assumed, or maybe it was wishful thinking on his end, that whatever it was wouldn't show up again any time soon but he was wrong. The next night the mirror man showed up again. But, rather than vanish quickly like it had done, the figure stayed a bit longer. That became the pattern. Every night that figure would show in the mirror, staying a bit longer than the previous night. This went on until it was there all the time.

Once he noticed that the visits were longer he tried to communicate in some way with whomever or whatever it was. He bombarded it with question and downright insisted that it explain what it was. The only thing it did was grin and wink at him. When it did that he swore that he could hear it chuckle evilly. Of course that would infuriate him to no end and his frustration level would skyrocket upwards until he was sure his head would explode.

Chapter 3

After about a month he gave up trying to get anything out of his new "roommate" and took to ignoring it the best he could. Of course that wasn't easy, especially when it took to followed him where ever he went. If the mirrors were wrapped around corners it would just keep walking down the wall. If they weren't it would walk to the edge of the mirror then vanish, only to reappear in the mirror of what ever room he was in. He also noticed that it seemed to have settled itself in and had no intention of leaving any time soon. Now it seemed to make itself at home, lounging in the furniture that was the reflection of whatever was in the room.

It was at that point that he wracked his brain for a way to get rid of the thing. It wasn't feasible to cover every mirror in the place with something. They were too big for that. He didn't own the apartment and he was pretty sure that the landlord would take a dim view of the destruction. Every idea he came up with wouldn't work. So he resigned himself to the thing being a permanent fixture. That didn't mean he had to pay attention to it so he kept on ignoring the thing. Much to his surprise he had gotten good at it, most times not even noticing it.

As time passed he could swear that the thing had begun to speak here and there. Several times he swore he could hear a male voice saying his name or some other words. Of course that was seriously unnerving but he tried to not let it show, keeping up his campaign of ignoring the thing as well as anything it might do.

Six months to the day after he had first seen the mirror man he was sitting at his computer in the living room, back to the mirrored wall. He was totally engrossed in the golf game he was playing, getting ready to sink a two foot putt when a voice behind him said, "You can't ignore me forever Blaine. I'm here and have no intention of leaving. Drop the stupidity and deal with reality."

Startled, he jumped, heart pounding rapidly. This time there was no doubt at all that something or someone had spoken. Spinning around, looked into the mirror. There he was, his unwanted room mate, lounging on the sofa, one leg draped over the arm and an arm resting across its back, grinning from ear to ear. "What the…" was all he could get out of his mouth before the figure interrupted.

"Yes Blaine, I said something. Get over it." it said, winking.

Still shaking, Blaine continued staring at the mirror, mouth hanging open. All he managed to stammer out where a few disjointed words like who, how, what and the like.

Chuckling, it rolled its eyes, "You still haven't figured this all out, have you? I thought you would have by now. I'm your dark side, your mirror image. The ying to your yang. Your flip side. A Toshi. Whatever you choose to call it."

"It worked then." He whispered, voice shaking a bit.

Nodding, the mirror man winked again, "By Jove, I think he's got it! Yes, it worked."

With his mind racing, Blaine stared harder at his so-called "mirror image". "If you are what you say you are then why don't you look like me?"

"I took the shape your subconscious deems to be the "ideal male", what you wanted to look like but would never be able to attain.

"On that note and we go any further I think I should tell you my name. I'm Neil."

It was at that point it hit him; his visage was indeed what he had longed to look like so many years ago.

Seeing the look on his face as the pieces slid together, the doppelganger chuckled. "It's all coming back, isn't it?"

Licking his dry lips he swallowed involuntarily. That triggered a soft clicking sound emitting from his dry throat. For the first time since his initial encounter with the being he was a bit frightened. To have someone that has the power to know all your deepest, darkest secrets is a frightening and horrifying thought, something he hadn't considered when he set out to do all of this. When he had come up with this idea this was most assuredly NOT what he had in mind. His thought had been the two in his body not like this

Although he didn't really like the idea of talking to Neil, it was unsettling for some unknown reason, but he peppered the Toshi with questions. Before he knew it the clock chimed, signaling that it was 7 P.M., they had been talking for a solid three hours.

Chapter 4

As the days ticked by Blaire had to grudgingly admit and tolerate Neil's presence. The only time Neil spoke to him was to ask questions about various things. Other than that Blair ignored him.

When he came home from work, they would nod to each other then go about their business. While he would be doing any paperwork he brought or other chores he would get that sharp, cold feeling, the kind some get when they are being stared at by someone. Every time she glanced over to the mirror he would see Neil stretched out but keeping a close eye on him and what he was doing. Of all the things he had been called at one time or another fool wasn't one of them. Realistically he knew he was, in all likelihood, planning something he just didn't know what it was.

One Saturday, three or four weeks later, he was doing his normal household chores, cooking, cleaning and all that. He waited until the very last to clean all the mirrors in the house, a tedious job that took a while to finish. While doing the living room, crouched down doing the bottom, he put her hand on the mirror for balance. It wasn't even a minute later that he felt something pulling on his had, as though it was trying to pull him through the wall. Glancing up, he saw Neil's' hand on the mirror directly aligned with his. Giving him a quizzical look he tried pulling her hand away but it wasn't budging. Within a matter of minutes his palm sunk into the mirror, looking as though he had plunged his arm in a vat of silver liquid because it was being pulled through not breaking the mirror.

Struggling, he tried pulling his hand out but to no avail. Slowly, his body was being sucked through the mirror. There was no pain in the process but there was a slightly uncomfortable feeling as she was pulled in. It felt as though she was being pulled through a type of tube. He could feel it expand and contract as though it was trying to push him through. Then, all of a sudden he was dropped on a floor. Standing, he looked around. At first he thought that he was still in his apartment until he looked at the mirror. Neil was standing there, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Somehow or other the two of them had changed positions.

Winking, Neil said, "Don't worry, you don't have to stay there. I just want to go out for a bit is all. I'll be back in a couple hours or so." Turning on his head he headed for the bedroom.

Frustrated and furious, Blaire tried everything he could think of to escape. He only stopped when Neil came out clad in one of his suits. Making a motion as though he was doffing a hat, he winked then left. Enraged, he attacked the wall with a vengeance for about an hour or so before giving up. It appeared that they only thing he had accomplished was bruising his fists. In the mirror was a lot different from the "normal" world. Because it was 2-D instead of the normal dimension everything had a flat, bizarre look. Although it was strange he found he could quickly maneuver around and sit on the furniture reflected from the apartment.

True to his word, Neil was back two hours later. But he wasn't alone. On his arms was a statuesque blond with blue eyes that were the color of the standard blue crayon. Blaire had to admit that he had good taste. The lovely lady on his arm was the kind he'd lusted after for years. Assessing her, he guessed that she was within an eyelash of being 6'00". Through the clinging red dress she was wearing her grapefruit sized breasts threatening to fall out. She had sleek, black hair that was long, falling down to about mid-back and dazzling green eyes. Her body was thin with legs that seemed to go on forever.

Within minutes of closing the door both her on the sofa, entwined. As their groping and fondling became more passionate their clothes began to come off then were dropped on the floor in a pile. Soon they were both naked, he was flat on his back and she was straddling his hips, his cock buried deep in her pussy. Putting her hands flat on his muscular and slightly hairy chest he rode him slowly, eyes shut and head thrown back.

Standing, Blaire leaned one bent forearm against the mirror with his head resting against his arm and watched intently. From his vantage point he could see both their bodies were bathed with sweat and flushed. Their moans and grunts as well as the slap of flesh against flesh filled the room. Because of the position of the sofa he had a full view of both the naked bodies. From his vantage point it was a bit like watching a porn movie, even though he couldn't see the actual penetration he saw enough. As one would expect it wasn't long before both of them came, moaning loudly.

Much to his chagrin that was just round one of the nights festivities. The sexual gymnastics lasted well into the night. It was dawn when the woman finally left. By that time Blaine was both angry and horny. He wanted back into "his" world and out of the mirror.

Taking his time, Neil ate and generally ignored Blaine for about an hour before sauntering back over to the mirrored wall. Looking at the furious Blaine, his eyes twinkled and a smile turned up the corners of his mouth. "I suppose you want out now, don't you?"

Seething, face bright red, Blaire replied, voice an angry hiss, "Of course I do fuckwit!"

"Temper, temper!" Neil chided softly, grinning then put his palm on the mirror.

Still seething, Blaine didn't pursue the conversation but put his hand up even with Neil's'. Almost immediately that strange 'sucking' feeling began again. Within a couple minutes he was once again on 'his' side of the mirror. This time, however, Neil hadn't switched places with him. He was still there, very much a flesh and blood person just like himself.

Without thinking, Blaine grabbed him by the shirt front, starting to yell. Instead of trying to free himself Neil wrapped his arms around him then his body began to meld with Blaine's, disappearing slowly into Blaine's. Within seconds he had entirely disappeared.

Stunned, Blaine looked around, puzzlement evident on his face, not knowing what happened. Then he heard the whisper of Neil's voice inside his head. "There, now we are one." It said.

Chapter 5

That melding is what he had wanted. At first he had thought it would take a while to adjust to things but then there wouldn't be a problem. He was wrong. The force of Neil's personality was so strong that it completely over-road his, taking over Blaine's life, shoving Blaine aside. The only time Blaine could gain back control of his body was when Neil slept or was under the influence of something like drugs or alcohol.

After about six months of this Blaine could take no more. During one of the times he was able to be "out", meaning in charge of the body, he tried to commit suicide by slitting his wrists with a razor blade. Because of the way it was done, from wrist up to the bend of his elbow rather than across the wrist, he would have succeeded if not for one of Neil's many lady friends showing up.

Of course that led to a stay in a mental hospital. While there he tried to explain to the doctors, he had been sedated a bit so he was "out" not Neil, what he had done in hopes of getting help. Of course, they didn't believe what he said, taking it as a delusion. They had put him on anti-psychotics believing him to have a delusional disorder of some kind. While the meds didn't help fix the problem entirely what the did manage to do was suppress Neil enough that he was no longer the dominant personality, giving Blaine a chance to find a way to reverse what he had done.

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