"Wow," Brian Patterson said, his eyes taking in the vast, cluttered expanse of his attic, "I always forget how much junk we keep up here." He gave himself a brief moment to reconsider his current course of action, then finished climbing the stairs to make way for his three friends to follow. Justin Davis, Brian's best friend, was next to ascend into the messy space. His skinny chest coughed twice at the dust, then adjusted his glasses. "I changed my mind. I thought this was going to be way easier and a whole lot less depressing. Which of your parents are hoarders?" "I think it's a combination of the two," Brian guessed, watching as the two large brothers, Sam and Eric brought up the rear into the cramped space. "So, what are we looking for again?" Sam asked earnestly. Brian had to love the brothers. They weren't the sharpest, but they were always willing to lend a hand when he needed it, and with their muscular frames, they were always ideal when any heavy lifting was required. "Anything that might be valuable. My mom said I could sell some of the clothes up here that we've kept in storage forever. But she also said there might be a few antiques I could pawn off downtown." "And why do you need this extra cash again?" Eric asked. "Cause of the girl, dumb dumb, remember?" Justin responded jovially, gently wrapping on Eric's skull with his knuckles. "The one he works with and wants to ask out. If she says yes he wants to take her to an expensive restaurant to show her he's not the loser we all know he is." This caused all four of them to laugh as the word 'loser' was sort of an inside joke in their little clique. If possible, all four of them would have tied for 'Most Likely Never To Accomplish Anything in Life' in their senior yearbook. They had all barely graduated four years ago but each had no aspirations for higher learning or the American dream. Instead they had each settled into simple jobs with little to no responsibility, little room for advancement, and never enough money to live on. They could each make the paychecks stretch though, as they each still lived at home. In situations such as this, where the need to impress on a first date was seen as a priority, they had to get creative. This is what had led them to ransack the Patterson's attic in the middle of summer. Brian had promised each of his friends a tiny cut of whatever it is he could sell, and in his mind it was way better than doing it all by himself. They opened boxes of useless childhood memorabilia that had not seen the light of day in some time. They scoured inside various chests that reeked of mothballs. And they investigated with the eye of one who can only appraise with imaginative dollar signs in their eyes anything that might come close to being worth some money. They found little, at least, in regards to what they were willing to carry. Some larger furniture items might have been well worth their time, but long ago their creed had been to keep any sort of effort to a bare minimum. Justin opened a trunk that looked promising but found more of the same clothes that would be worth pennies on the dollar at a consignment store. On the off chance that maybe there was something more, he plunged his hands under the heap of old clothing. As he slid his hand down the length of the trunk's bottom, his fingers hit an impasse. He felt around and was able to get his hand around the mystery item and pull it towards the surface. Out in the open, he saw it was just a small, rectangular wooden box about eighteen inches long. There were no distinguishing marks or design on it. The wood was not anything special. It had nicks and bumps and seemed old but not ancient. Justin still held out hope that maybe what was inside contained something of value, and he lifted a small clasp in the middle of the box and peered inside. Again, he was disappointed. There was nothing inside but a small, handheld mirror resting on a velvet lining. Justin extracted it from the box and marveled at how cheap and worn it looked. The mirror's frame was made entirely of wood, but looked like something someone had hand carved and badly. An inch of wood surrounded the mirror and there were markings that had been etched in. The symbols were like nothing Justin had ever seen, but also looked like they could have just been done by several random stabbings at the frame. The handle was the only thing that was the tiniest bit nice. The wood here was dark, smooth and well polished. After his quick examination, Justin put it back in the box and yelled, "Heads up," as he tossed it without warning to Brian. Justin had forgot to fasten the clasp and as the box sailed towards Brian, the mirror flew out and crashed to the floor. Brian also failed to catch the box which was a surprise to none of his friends in the room. Justin laughed. "Sorry man. I was going to see if you thought if that mirror was worth anything, but I'm sure it's not now." Sam and Eric came over to investigate the find as Brian bent over to pick up the mirror, now laying face down. He expected to see reflective shards as he lifted it, but there were none. He turned to look at the mirror's surface and saw there was not even one crack, a miracle given the impact it had suffered. "It's okay. How is it okay? Did they make mirrors sturdier back in the day." "Maybe it's plastic?" Sam suggested. Brian scrutinized it, then frowned. "It's not. It should have shattered." And then he threw it on the ground. All four men were astonished as they watched the mirror bounced once, then come to rest again on the floor. No wooden splinters flew and no shards were seen. Brian picked it up again and noted that, other than its shabby exterior, it didn't look as if it had taken on any damage. "So you found an indestructible mirror," Eric said helpfully. "That's got to be worth something?" "Not the same with the case it was in," Justin added as he stopped to retrieve the open case. "It's not broken but the lining came out of the top." As he saw the cheap velvet that was drooping down, he saw that it had been held there with a cheap glue. He tugged it lightly and it came out. "Hey, there are words or...something written in here?" "What do you mean something written?" Brian asked, stepping towards his friend. Justin held up the lid and could see that there did appear to be symbols scrawled on the upper inside portion of the lid. As he pulled the box closer to study it, he let his other hand that held the mirror drop to his side. The door to the attic opened and Brian's sister's head popped into view a moment later. Casey Patterson was the polar opposite of her brother. She was driven, capable, popular, and in general a delight to be around. She was also gorgeous and Brian's friends were glad she had come home for the summer instead of staying at her college campus. She drastically improved the scenery with her long strawberry blonde hair, svelte figure and long legs. Casey knew Brian was a bit of a loser, but she loved him fiercely and wanted nothing but the best for him. She tolerated his friends because, though prone to checking her out now and again, they had never behaved inappropriately towards her. She eyed their progress before asking, "Mom wanted to know if you all wanted anything to eat? I see you, um, well you probably haven't worked up too much of an appetite..." she began, noting that no real progress had seemed to be made in their disaster of an attic. Sam and Eric were already raising their hands. "We'll eat!" Sam said enthusiastically. "Nothing for me, thanks though," Justin said. Casey paused, looking at her brother who hadn't seemed to have even acknowledged her presence. "Brian? You want anything?" Brian had not noticed his sister. He had continued to look at the symbols in the box. Symbols that, the longer he stared, seemed to reshape themselves into words that resembled English. His sister called his name again. One word, the word that he now saw at the top of a list of words became perfectly clear, and he uttered it aloud. "Capture." The moment he said it he noticed a soft red glow out of the corner of his eye and looked down to spot the source. It was coming from the mirror in his hand. The outer rim where symbols had been etched into the wood were each giving off a dim red glow and Brian saw that the reflection that shown there was his sister's. She must have stepped into it's path while he held it down at his side. He looked up to see her reaction but was surprised to see her standing completely still, her body awash in the red light. And then it was over and she blinked as if she had momentarily lost her train of thought. "I, what was I...?" Casey began, then nodded her head as she remembered. "Brian, do you want anything to eat or not?" Brian looked at her quizzically, then shook his head. She went back down the stairs, and all at once all four friends began to speak. "What just happened?" "What was that light?" "Did that mirror hypnotize your sister?" "All I said was the first word on the list in the box, and then that light hit Casey," Brian explained, still not understanding. "There weren't any words," Justin said dubiously, retaking the box to examine it again. "Yeah, there's just these symbols that don't mean anything." "Yeah," Brian agreed, "that's what I saw at first too. But the longer I looked they, well, they became words, or at least the one on top did." Justin stared at his friend as if he'd lost his mind. "Uh huh, okay. You said the first one was 'capture', here." He tossed the box back at Brian who for once caught something. "What's the next one?" Brian had caught the box, but awkwardly as he was still holding the mirror in one hand. It shifted precarious in his hand as he flipped the lid open. Again, unreadable symbols were carved there, but as he watched, words began to manifest again, quicker than before. "Copy. The second word is copy." Again the mirror in his hand shown red and Brian looked over to see that Eric, who had been on his left, was in the path of its reflection. "Guys, what's happening?" was all Eric got to say before the rest of them saw light seem to bend around him. His whole form flickered for a moment, and then popped back into startling focus. All the more startling because it was not his form, but that of Brian's sister Casey. "That was weird," the newly appeared Casey exclaimed, then threw her hands over her mouth. Brian, Justin and Sam watched in morbid fascination as her eyes went wide as she looked down at herself. She let her hands glide down from her mouth, stopping at the skin at the top her her yellow t-shirt. After a moment, she continued down until both her palms came to rest on her C cup breasts and without any thought to the others in the room, she gave them both a firm squeeze. "I have boobs guys? Why do I have boobs?" "Casey?" Brian asked, too confused tell his sister to stop groping herself in front of him and his friends. "Who?" the girl asked. "You think I'm Casey? I'm not I'm.." "Eric, " Justin interjected. Lazy though he might have been, he was the smart one of the bunch. Brian was their unofficial leader, but Justin took the lead in the brains department. "It's the mirror. You held it on Casey when she was up here and said capture, and it did. It captured her form. Then when you had it on Eric and said copy, it copied Casey's form onto him." "But that's impossible?" Brian said stubbornly. "Then explain to me another reason why your sister would have a hand down her pants in front of all of us," Justin queried while pointing at Casey's form. She had moved past her breasts and unzipped her pants and plunged one hand beneath her underwear. "Guys," the girl said in a scared but excited voice, "it's not just the boobs. I don't have a penis either! I have...something else." Immediately after saying this, her knees went weak and she almost fell to the floor as her fingers continued to move underneath her panties. She let out a small moan. "Holy cow this feels amazing!" Seeing his sister begin to touch herself in front of him caused Brian to snap back into focus. "Eric?" When his sister looked up he knew Justin was right. "Stop touching my sister!" He strode quickly over to her and grabbed the arm connected to the hand that had not stopped moving and pulled it into the light. Brian noted with disgust that three of the now exposed fingers glistened with moisture and he wanted to punch Eric but it felt wrong since it would feel like punching Casey. Eric, sensing possible violence, let out a sound akin to a gasp and a scream but conveyed a powerful need to be rescued. While Brian was still holding Eric's feminine arm, Sam materialized right next to them and growled in Brian's ear, "Let my brother go." Brian released the arm but stood firmly at the slightly taller, but much more muscular man, "Tell him to keep his hands off my sister's body." Free of Brian's grasp, Eric melted into Sam's powerful arms, letting them envelope his smaller, more delicate form in a protective fashion. Eric then looked up at his brother's face with the admiration of a damsel that had been rescued from a villain. Brian's face twisted in confusion as Sam took one of Eric's hands gently and said, "I won't let anyone hurt you." Justin decided to point out the obvious, "Sam, you do know that's your brother, right? And you're holding his hand right now?" Sam looked down and then released Eric's hand, causing Eric's sweet face to look hurt. "I, yeah, I know it's just real confusing with him looking like that. Especially since I always, uh..." "Don't say it," Brian's voice said two octaves deeper than normal. Eric finished for him with Casey's lilting voice, "He's always had a bit of a crush on Casey. Here Sam, feel her tits, you've always wanted to." And before Sam could protest Eric had already grabbed Sam's hand and pushed it firmly against her perky breast, then helped him give it a good squeeze. This sensation seemed to surprise Eric, as a small moan escaped his lips. Brian started to move quickly towards them in an effort to stop what he was seeing, but stopped as he heard the attic door open and someone ascend the stairs. "Is everyone okay up here?" Mrs. Patterson asked her head appearing from below and began to scan the room as she climbed higher. "It sounded like someone was yelling a moment ago." Sam quickly dropped his hands from Eric's new breasts before Mrs. Patterson could see, but they didn't have time to hide him. "Hey Mom," Brian said, thinking fast. "Everything is fine. We were going to call it quits for today and go over to Justin's house for awhile." "Absolutely," Justin agreed, going along with any plan that would give them a chance to undo Eric's problem. "Thanks for letting us snoop around up here." But Mrs. Patterson was frowning. "Casey? Didn't I just see you downstairs? How'd you get up here so fast?" She watched as Casey just gawked at her, looking completely at a loss for words. Sam shoved her a little to remind Eric that he was a copy of Casey, and she stammered tentatively, "I guess I'm, really fast... Mom?" Mrs. Patterson broke the tension by giving a little laugh. "Why are you acting so weird? Whatever. I'll see you men later. Casey, I'll still need your help in the kitchen in a few minutes." "Uh, okay," Eric as Casey said. "I'll probably beat you downstairs." The rest of the guys gave an uneasy chuckle at this. Mrs. Patterson shook her head and smiled, then went back downstairs. "Oh my gosh that was too close," Brian said. "Here's what we do. I'll hold onto this mirror and the box for it. We sneak Eric out and go to Justin's and figure out how to reverse this." "Sounds good," Justin said and Sam nodded. Eric was the only one who seemed unsure, but followed after as they all quietly retreated from the attic. Brian went first, making sure the coast was clear, and they were all able to steer clear of Brian's mom and sister without incident. Brian's dad was still at work so they didn't have to worry about being surprised by him. Justin's house was a short five minutes away, and they thankfully had his house to themselves as Justin's parents frequently traveled and he was an only child. Once inside, Brian immediately set the mirror on the kitchen table and began studying the symbols inside the box, trying to will them to form words that he recognized. Try as he might, nothing changed, nothing transformed into English, no matter how hard he concentrated. The others had gathered around him, waiting patiently, until finally Justin broke the silence. "Well, you seeing anything?" "No," Brian said with frustration etched on his face. "I don't get it. I don't even see the first two words." "Let me try," Justin said, and he pulled the box towards him and squinted inside, seeing the same gibberish as before. "What were you doing when you read the first word?" "I, let me think, I was holding the box and the mirror and the symbols seemed to swirl around and..." "That's it!" Justin interrupted. He picked up the mirror on the table and resumed looking at the box. "There's the first word." Less than a minute later he said, "There's the second." He was careful not to say the words out loud to avoid having a new predicament on their hands. Brian had caught up to Justin's hypothesis, and explained it to the befuddled brothers. "It seems it will only show you the words that make the mirror do stuff if you are holding onto the mirror at the time. Has it shown you a third one yet Justin?" Justin carefully pointed the mirror face down and replied, "Yeah. Connect. Didn't show me anything else yet. It's possible we have to utilize the word before it will give us another one." Brian looked bemused. "I didn't know you were such a magical mirror expert." "Just drawing conclusions as we go along man. Remember, I'm not the one who started this. You should do the honors." Casey's face showed fear and Eric made his objection known. "Guys, I don't want to be a guinea pig for this." "Not what we want either man," Justin assured him. "But we've got to try something or you might be stuck like this." When Eric said nothing else, Brian shakily lifted up the mirror towards his sister's face and said, "Connect." The symbols around the mirror's edge shown with a dull red light, then a pained gasp escaped Eric's lips and his hands flew to his forehead. "Ah! Something's happening. It's, I don't know, I feel like I'm becoming someone else." "What do you mean?" Brian asked worriedly. "It's like I know what it's like to be a girl all of a sudden." Justin smirked. "You are a girl right now dummy." "No," Eric protested. "I mean I can remember being a girl my whole life. I know how to put a bra and make up on. I remember getting my first period and I remember, being apart of your family, Brian." "My family?" Brian was again confused. "You're a slacker, but you've always been a good brother," Eric continued but there was a tenderness to the voice. "And, oh holy crap. So much knowledge. I feel like I'm getting so much smarter. I remember everything from college this last year, including, oh, wow. I had sex. I know what sex feels like as a woman and, it's damn good if the guy knows what he's doing." Brian was trying not to panic or go into shock. "Justin? Any theories here buddy?" Justin was processing this new development as quickly as he could. "I think Eric here is absorbing all of your sister's knowledge. Probably not just that, her memories, her personality and mannerisms, everything that makes her her. I think the mirror connected them to each other. Made them like an extension of each other. The question is..." He stopped and looked cautiously at Eric. "Hey Eric? You still in there?" Eric lowered his hands from his head. "Yeah. Yeah I am, I just, I need a minute." He sat down and Sam put a large hand on his small shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm still me. I'm still Eric but now, it's like there's this other part of me that I have access to as well. Everything that is Casey is right there, like a river of knowledge and personality, and if I wanted, I feel like I could just jump in and ride it." "Okay," Justin said thoughtfully, "using that analogy, are you able to just put your toes in. Are you able to access Casey but maintain control?" Eric tossed Casey's long hair back in a gesture they had all seen Casey do a million times before. "Hold on. Let me try." The three men all stood in silence and watched as the young woman in front of them closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she opened them and smiled. "I could totally pass for her, but I could still be myself. What's great is I don't just have access to her amazing body, but also her superior intelligence." "What does that mean?" Sam asked frowning. Eric stood up and turned towards Sam, who now was a good foot taller than him. "It means, Sammy, that I've always been kind of a dullard. But with access to young Casey's intellect, my IQ has been raised by several points." Sam blinked. Casey was the only one to ever call him Sammy and get away with it. She had been doing so since she was little. Hearing Eric do it in Casey's form was further blurring the lines of who was who, especially for Sam. He slowly shook his head, either because he didn't understand fully or just was flatly denying the reality of the situation. Or both. "Here's what I propose for the moment gentlemen," the pseudo Casey said brightly. "My brother here is clearly shook up and I clearly need to have a quick word with him to calm his nerves. We'll go upstairs to your room Justin, and you two figure out what the rest of the symbols mean." Before anyone could object to this, she had taken her brother's hand and was leading him upstairs. "This is all too weird, right?" Brian said, looking at them disappear out of sight. "I mean, I should be waking up any moment." "Aw come on," Justin chided. "It's just starting to get good. If we can figure this thing out. Imagine what we could do with it. This is a game changer." "We could look like people, so what?" "Yeah, if you're thinking small. If we look like them, imagine the fantasies we could play out, the secrets we would have access too. You want to know if Stacey from work really likes you, this would be an easy way to find out." The possibilities of this began to play through Brian's head as he imagined having a cheat sheet to a possible real relationship with his coworker Stacey Smith. As those possibilities continued to float through, Stacey's smile and physique and the way he could just talk to her for hours came to the forefront in his mind. Justin snapped his fingers in front of Brian's face causing him to jerk. "Earth to Brian. Come in Brian. Now that you've thought about the potential here like I have, let's look at the rest of those symbols." As both men reached for the mirror, a much different conversation was happening upstairs. "Could you repeat that?" Sam asked slowly as the very pretty girl twirled her hair and looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. "I said," she began again, "I'm not really Eric. I'm really Casey. Somehow I switched places with your brother." "Then, where's Eric?" "I'm sure he's fine, he's probably at home... your home I mean." Sam was tired of being confused today. He knew he wasn't the smartest, but he was determined to figure this out. He fished his cell phone from his pocket. "I'll call him then and make sure he's alright." "No don't!" Casey said quickly. "I mean, you can in a second, just let me tell you a secret first." "What secret?" Sam asked hesitantly. Casey sat on Justin's bed and looked bashfully at Sam. "Well first, I'll ask you a question about a secret you have. I heard from your brother that, you might have had a crush on me once? Is that true?" Sam looked like he had just been sucker punched. "I, uh, you're Brian's little sister." Casey stood up and walked confidently towards him. "I know I'm Brian's sister Sammy, but I'm not so little anymore." At this she clasped her hands in front of her and pushed her arms in, causing her breasts to jut out and look even larger than they already were. "But you didn't answer the question. Did you have a crush on me at some point?" Sam made no attempt to hide the fact that he was openly staring at Casey's bust. "I, yes." Casey smiled and lifted the shirt over her head in one graceful gesture. A bright yellow bra that went well with her light complexion was now all that Sam could see in the world. Casey reached both arms behind her back and lowered her head to meet Sam's eyes. "Do you still have a crush on me?" Sam was practically drooling as he said, "Very much." "Glad to hear it Sammy, because here's my secret. I've had a crush on you too." And then she deftly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Sam got a very good look at milky white skin dotted with the occasional freckle. The flesh was round and incredibly soft looking. Sam reached out to touch one but Casey was already lunging for him like a predator that knows its prey is trapped. Sam's hands collided with her breasts and he started groping and pawing and squeezing as her mouth found his and their tongues intertwined. Casey encouraged this for a minute, then broke off and led him to the bed. "Take off your clothes and sit here on the edge of the bed. I want to show you my favorite position." Then she pulled down her jeans and panties. Downstairs, Brian and Justin had agreed to both touch a part of the mirror at the same time and try to decipher the rest of the words. Another word had revealed itself to them, but nothing else. "It looks like there's still two more words," Justin surmised. "But we probably won't be able to see them until we use this next one on Eric." "I don't know," Brian faltered. "That word, it seems like it could be a dangerous one." "That's very possible but, what other choice do we have at this point?" Justin reasoned. They both halted the conversion as they heard the scraping of wood against the floor upstairs, followed by the sensual cries of a woman in ecstasy. They stood up and proceeded towards the stairs. Justin was in possession of the mirror as his hand had been on the handle. Brian had picked up the box. They found the noise was coming from Justin's bedroom, but the door was locked. "One second," Justin said. "I'll get a screwdriver from downstairs." Brian listened as the woman's cries grew louder and the banging against the floor sped up. It sounded like Casey was... Brian banged on the door. "What the hell is going on in there?" "Oh, one, second, big, brother!" Casey called, pausing between each word. Then she added to someone else, "Yeah, right there. Here, suck on this tit." "Casey? Eric! Dammit what is happening?" Brian bellowed. Justin ran back up with screwdriver in hand and quickly picked the rudimentary lock. When he flung the door open they both froze at the sight of the frenzied pair on Justin's bed. They were both completely naked. Casey, or Eric, they didn't really know anymore, was straddling Sam who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Casey was bouncing up and down rapidly causing Sam's sizeable dick to repeatedly plunge into Casey's wet box. Casey was pulling Sam's face in towards her breasts, moving his head from one boob to the next while Sam sucked and bit greedily at whichever one was in front of him. Justin was the first to weigh in. "This was unexpected and much more fucked up than I thought it would be." "Stop fucking each other!" Brian roared. "Not yet!" Casey yelled back. "I'm almost there. Keep giving me that big dick Sammy, just like you always wanted to!" Sam didn't even acknowledge the presence of the other guys. He just continued to revel in the incredible moment. Brian looked angrily at the couple, then yelled at Justin," Use the mirror! Say the new word!" " You sure?" Justin asked, but he was already pointing the mirror in their direction. "Do it and make them stop!" Brian demanded. Justin calmly said, "Control." The mirrors edges burned red. At the same time, Casey screamed as she orgasmed. "Get off him now!" Brian growled. Casey continued to grind on Sam's shaft, and was rewarded seconds later as it twitched and ejaculated inside of her. "It's not working," Brian said angrily. "You said the magic word, maybe you have to be the one to order her." "Let's see," Justin said. "Eric, get off your brother's dick." Casey suddenly stood up, letting cum and Sam's softening penis slide out of her pussy. She then spun around but there was a fire in her eyes. "Justin, I really like when you tell me what to do. Make me do something else. Anything. I'll do anything you want." She started to lithely approach him and Justin could only stare and marvel at how incredibly sexy Brian's sister looked in that instant. "Justin!" Brian barked. "Right, sorry," Justin mumbled. He was sorry. Sorry that Brian was here and that he couldn't order his sister to ride his cock the same way she had ridden Sam's. "Put your clothes on." "Yes sir," Casey said, offering a salute and immediately begin to dress. "And then you could tell me to suck your dick. I bet you'd really like that, wouldn't you?" She gave him a flirtatious wink. "I..." Justin's throat went dry and words failed him. Thankfully Brian interjected. "Justin, shut up before you say something that'll make me hate you forever. Give me the mirror." Justin handed the mirror over and Brian proceeded to examine the box again, hoping for another word. Sam had come down from his orgasm and said, "Look, guys, I know this looks bad but, this isn't Eric. It's actually Casey." Brian didn't look up from the box but said wryly, "Even if that were the case it wouldn't make it better Sam." Justin thought he'd try an experiment. He wasn't holding the mirror but he wondered if he'd still have control without it. "Eric, slap your brother in the face." Casey paused trying to get the clasp reconnected to her bra, and smacked Sam full in the face. Then she went right back to the bra. Sam rubbed the red spot on his cheek. "Casey, baby, why'd you do that?" "Cause I told him to," Justin smiled. "Eric, tell your brother the truth right now. About what you both just did." Casey smiled sweetly at Sam, then pulled the rug out from under him. "It's really me, Eric. I lied before. I'm not really Casey but I feel like I'm Casey and I could remember fucking and a girl's orgasm and I remembered you telling me about the crush you had on Casey. She did have a crush on you too and that made me want to get you up here and I was so horny and I knew I could convince you to let me fuck you and here we are." She blew him a kiss, then turned from a horror stricken Sam and looked at Justin. She was now fully clothed and expectant. "Don't you want to order me to suck your dick now?" "Nope," Brian interrupted. "Because I just got the word that will change you back." He lifted the mirror. Casey spun towards Brian and shrieked, "No! I don't want to go back! I like being smart and sexy and..." The rest of the her words were cut off as Brian said, "Cancel." The three men watched transfixed as the air around Casey seemed to shimmer, then her whole body was just a bright light that made then all look away. Then the light was gone and when they looked back, it was Eric's large frame standing where Casey had been. He was wearing the same clothes he had had on in Brian's attic. He also looked very disappointed and his hands went to his head. "It's all slipping away," Eric moaned. "All her memories and intelligence. I can feel myself getting dumber." "Sorry man," Justin grinned. "Just try reading a book every once in awhile. Let's go downstairs. I got some questions." Brian was still keyed up. "How can you be so calm and collected about this?" "What's the alternative?" Justin threw back at him. "We found a magic mirror that can copy people and is full of possibilities, remember? Yes it led to this unfortunate scene that we all witnessed but, well, in Eric's defense, he wasn't exactly himself. Now that he is, we should find out what we can about his experience and learn from it so we can avoid, uh, having sex with family members." Brian hated the smile that teased the edges of Justin's mouth. It was easy for him since it wasn't his sister or brother and he was really just a spectator in this debauchery. "Fine, but so help me if we can't control it, we should destroy it." "For sure, for sure," Justin agreed. "We'll be smart about it, but we're in this together now. We'll do what's best for the group." Brian wasn't sure what that last part meant, but he followed Justin as he went back downstairs. They all sat at the kitchen table and accepted the coffee that Justin poured for them. "Alright," Justin began. "Tell us everything from the beginning, Eric. Start from the moment you got zapped by the mirror." Eric concentrated hard, forming the necessary words in his mind. "It didn't hurt. I was me, then I looked like Casey. I felt amazing actually." "How so?" Justin asked. "I don't know. Lighter? Sexy, very horny." "You felt... horny?" Justin liked this line of questioning, but he was careful how he proceeded as he noticed Brian shift uncomfortably in his chair. "Yeah, I mean at first I thought it was because I had boobs and a pussy and..." "Careful, still my sister's body we're talking about," Brian warned. Eric lowered his head apologetically. "I'm sorry. It's just there were all these new sensations that I didn't know what to do with and when Sam..." He refused to look his brother in the eye. "When he moved to protect me in the attic from you, Brian, and I felt his arms against me, something just went off inside and I, I wanted him. I wanted anyone really. And when you gave me access to Casey's mind it made it a million times worse and I was determined to fuck someone in that body." "You were? Or she was?" Justin asked for clarification. "Um, I'd like to tell you both, but it was a mixed bag. Sometimes I felt in control, other times not at all. I just kept getting hornier and soon sex, getting sex became all that mattered." "You articulated that very well," Justin observed. "Maybe some of Casey's smarts are still there. One more question. Would you do it again?" "In a heart beat," Eric said without pause. "You are not taking my sister's shape again!" Brian said, slamming a fist on the table. "Relax," Justin soothed. "I'm not talking about Casey. We'll experiment with someone else. Someone who's not family." "Yeah," Brian nodded. "First rule, no copying family." "Good," Justin agreed. "What else?" "Rule two," Sam said joining the conversation for the first time. "We don't try to trick each other." "Not as fun but I certainly see where you're coming from Sam," Justin smiled at him. "No malicious deception." "Rule three." Brian said. "We don't use the control option." "Unless we want them too," Eric added a little too eagerly, causing the others stare at him. "Okay," Justin said pivoting the focus off Eric. "Anything else?" "Yeah," Brian added firmly. "If this starts to go south, we destroy this thing." "All agreed?" Justin asked the group. All nodded. "Do you think Brian's parents know what this mirror can do?" Eric asked. Justin shrugged. "I don't think so. I mean why would they have it buried at the bottom of an unlocked trunk in their attic if they knew what it could do? They could have sold it and made a million dollars. We could do that too after we have a little fun." The others nodded enthusiastically at this. "Oh hey, Brian," Justin continued. "Did you see the last word after cancel?" Brian hesitated for a split second, something that Justin knew he did right before telling a lie. "No. That was the last word." Justin blinked at his friend for a moment and then let the lie pass. "Great, then who should we experiment with first?" A few names were thrown around, including Stacey's, Brian's hopeful future girlfriend. Brian rejected this outright saying he didn't want Stacey to be a part of the experimentation process. Sam and Eric both wanted someone hot, and Justin pointed out that it probably didn't have to be a woman, but oddly enough this was rejected outright by the other three. "We should be using it to score with ladies," Sam argued. "That does mean one of us becoming the lady each time," Justin pointed out. "Totally fine with that," Eric said. Brian raised an eyebrow. "Oh, we know you are. Look, it needs to be someone we all know, who's not family, and who's close by." "Oh, I got somebody," Justin said excitedly. "Mrs. Matthews." The other three's eyes went wide at this and they all began to nod at the idea. Mrs. Matthews had been a new teacher their senior year. She had been the hottest thing on campus and asked to prom by several students but were all shut down. What wasn't in her favor was how often she was mistaken for a student. She had a very youthful face and a sunny smile that still conveyed hopes and dreams. She had always been professional and never flirted back with any of her youthful suitors, but just the way she entered a room was enough to get the blood pumping for every heterosexual male. She was small, but had an amazing figure, black silky hair, and a spring to her step that could be seen by a bra that never quite gave enough support to her ample chest. With a target in mind, they each went back to their homes with plans to reconvene tomorrow and begin experimenting. They agreed, with barely any hesitation, that Brian should take the mirror home for safe keeping as he had discovered the words and it had been found in his attic and was more technically his than the rest of them. When Brian got home, he stashed the mirror and its box in the back of his bedroom closet, then went to find his sister. He struggled to look at Casey after seeing a version of her naked an hour ago, but needed to ask her a question. "Anything weird happen while I was gone?" "Weird?" Casey looked at him curiously. "Like how?" "Like, I don't know. Did you, disappear at all or, uh, miss time or, remember anything funny?" "I don't know what you guys were smoking over at Justin's, but share next time," Casey joked. "No to all those things. Well, Mom almost jumped out of her skin around the time you left because she swore it was like I was in two places at once, but otherwise, no. I helped Mom in the kitchen, hung around the house. Nothing big." Satisfied that there seemed to be no other repercussions, Brian went to bed, dreaming about all that might happen the next day. Upon waking, he went to retrieve the mirror from his closet, just to look at it again, to hold it and fantasize about the mischief he would soon get up to. But it was gone. Brian raced to the hallway. "Mom, Casey? Who's been in my room?" "I wouldn't go in there if you paid me," Casey called from her open door down the hall. When he didn't hear a reply from his mom, he went downstairs and found her in the kitchen reading a cookbook with great intensity. "Mom, did you go in my room last night?" "No dear," she said as she continued to scan for recipes. "Haven't for a couple days and that was to give you your laundry. I know you value your privacy." Brian thought about other ways the mirror might have suddenly disappeared. "What about Dad? Did he go in my room? Mom? Can you stop reading the book for a second?" Mrs. Patterson's gaze had not wavered from the words on the page and they did not still at her son's prodding. "Your dad says he wants something new for dinner and I'm not to stop looking until I've found something that I know will make him happy." Brian shook his head. He knew his mom unquestionably loved his dad, but sometimes she seemed more like his servant than his spouse. "Did dad go in my room?" "I don't see why he would? Oh, here's one he'll like. Thank goodness. My eyes were getting tired." "You don't have to do everything he says all the time you know," Brian chided. Mrs. Patterson looked appalled by this. "Of course I do. I love him." Brian laughed. "Okay Mom." Brian's cell rang. The caller ID said Justin. As he walked away from his mother he hit talk and started in on their new wrinkle. "Hey man, something's happened. I don't know if someone broke in last night but the mirror's gone." "Way ahead of you buddy," Justin said coolly. "It's here." Brian stopped dead in his tracks and his voice suddenly lowered. "What do you mean it's there? Did you come into my room last night?" "Of course I didn't. I got up this morning, went downstairs, and inside my front door, like someone had dropped off a package, was the box with the mirror inside. You didn't drop it off?" "No!" Brian exclaimed. "What is going on?" There was a long silence while Justin mulled this information over. "I think it came back to me then, since I was the last to use it." Brian guffawed. "That's impossible." "It's a magic mirror dude. We can't break it by dropping it, it can make us other people, and it apparently goes where it wants. Don't worry. It's safe. You can use it today and we'll test my theory. Meet at my house in an hour." Brian hung up and an hour later was being greeted by Justin at his house who showed him the mirror safe and sound on his kitchen table. . "You sure you didn't..." Brian started. "I didn't," Justin assured him. "I'm telling you, magic mirror. Sam and Eric are in the other room playing video games. I'll tell them you're here and we can all take off." "Wait, are we just going to show up at Mrs. Matthews' house? Just like that?" "Relax. I got a plan, just follow my lead," Justin said confidently. Brian peered into the other room to see the brothers were indeed playing a first person shooter. "How have they seemed? Have they been weird since..." "They fucked each other?" Justin finished. "Surprisingly, no. Although they're not really talking about it. Eric does seem different. A little more, feminine I guess, you'll see. Now let's hit it." They piled into Brian's car and put in Mrs. Matthews' address Justin had found online into their GPS. Ten minutes later, they had pulled into her driveway. "Sam, Eric, you guys wait in the car," Justin ordered. "Brian, you're with me. Let me do the talking, and I'll be the one to use the mirror for this part. Then you can use it the rest of the day." Everyone nodded and Justin and Brian exited the vehicle and approached the front door. Brian was a little nervous, not knowing how Justin was going to accomplish this smoothly. Justin rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Mrs. Matthews opened the door. It had been four years since they'd seen her, but she looked as youthful and as perky as ever. As recognition flooded her round face upon seeing two former students, her mouth broke into a dazzling grin that conveyed genuine warmth and delight at this unexpected reunion. She extended a hand to both of them. "Brian, Justin, it's very good to see you. It's been awhile." "Yes it has Mrs. Matthews," Justin said feigning surprise. "I didn't know this was your house." "Oh yes, me and my husband's. And please, you're not in school anymore. Call me Kim." Justin's mouth curved into a winning smile. "Absolutely Kim." She looked between the two of them expectantly. "So, what can I do for you gentleman today?" In one swift movement Justin pulled the mirror that he had tucked into the back of his pants and put the reflective surface in front of her. "Capture," Justin said quickly. The mirror glowed red and for a brief moment Kim Matthews eyes glazed over. When the light faded, Justin stuffed the mirror back into his pants. Kim shook her head as if clearing cobwebs from her brain. "I'm sorry, what were you...what brings you to my home today?" "We were thinking about starting a lawn service in the area and we're seeing if there's any potential here," Justin said. It was clear to Brian that he had this all queued up. "Did you have any need for landscaping or mowing or anything such as that?" Kim looked thoughtful. "I don't think so. My husband takes care of all that. He loves any chance to get outdoors." Justin nodded appreciatively at this. "I understand completely. We won't take up anymore of your time. It was really good to see you again Kim." He extended his hand again and she shook it, then he lightly grabbed Brian's arm to pull him away, letting him know their job was done here. They all drove back to Justin's and again found themselves sitting around his kitchen table, staring at the mirror. Eric was the first to volunteer, "Can I turn into her? It's all I've been thinking about." They all stared at him but it was Justin who spoke. "Not yet, Eric. We're trying to learn some things here and we need a new test subject. I'm going to be the guinea pig this time. Brian is going to be the only one to use the mirror, but only when I say, okay?" Brian nodded. "Sam, I want you to record everything on your phone. I want to make as many observations as I can. I doubt I'll be having sex with any of you because, you know, I'm straight, but maybe I'll show you what Mrs. Matthews looks like naked." Eric looked at him defiantly. "Hey, I'm straight too." Justin inclined his head towards his friend. "We always thought so buddy, but yesterday said otherwise. Nobody here cares if you really swing both ways. Get your phone ready Sam. Brian, take the mirror and let's do this thing before I lose my nerve." Sam hit record and Brian lifted the mirror to Justin's face and said, "Copy." Light bent around Justin and an instant later, it was Kim Matthews sitting where Justin's body had been. She sat still for a few seconds, then looked at Sam's phone. "Everything feels different. It's like, all my sensations feel, strange, foreign. It's like my mind knows that this isn't my real body and is processing everything differently but, it doesn't feel bad." Her hand stretched out before her and she looked at her fingers. Then it came back and rested on a breast and squeezed, then found the nipple and gave it a pinch. Her mouth couldn't stifle a moan. "This feels, really pleasant actually. Is this how you felt too Eric, when you were Casey?" Eric gave an affirmative nod. "Almost from the moment it happened. I felt so good and, aroused. I got...wet almost immediately." The men watched as Kim's other hand seemed to move in slow motion down to the same jeans she had been wearing earlier. She stood up and dropped her other hand from her breast and unbuttoned and unzipped and let them drop to the floor. She stood there in silky turquoise panties which were then invaded by her fingers. "Oh," said their teacher's voice. "Well, it wasn't just you Eric. I'm like a swamp down there." She looked at the camera and licked her lips while massaging her slit with her fingers. "It would appear that upon transformation, the senses become heightened, at least when it comes to anything sexual. This is possibly due to the newness of the situation, the fact that we picked a hot teacher, or because of the magical properties of the mirror itself." Sam's erection was already straining at his pants. "So, do we get to see her naked now?" Kim's fingers stopped stroking and reluctantly came to the surface, glistening from her arousal. "No, we push further. Here's the part where Eric got into trouble and it's the part we have to see if we can master. Brian, say the next word." Brian hesitated. "You sure?" "Yeah, go." Brian held up the mirror again to his friend and said, "Connect." Kim's hands flew to her forehead, "Ow, that freaking hurts! Whoa. So much information. Her whole life is here. You were pretty accurate with your description Eric. It's like a river of knowledge and, everything that she is. It's all right there. What do I have to do to make sure I don't get swept away?" Eric blushed. "To be honest, my whole goal became getting laid and I didn't fight it. I just jumped in and I was me and in control but then I wasn't and I became her as well. It was intoxicating and the horniest I've ever been." Kim nodded. "Okay, don't get swept away. Got it. Brian, I'm not worried here because I know you can always cancel this out, but don't let me, I don't know, fuck anybody?" "Uh, okay," Brian said, although his mind was stuck in a loop of seeing his teacher finger herself in front of him. Kim then gave one of her brilliant smiles. "Okay, everyone meet me in the living room in one minute. This should be fun. Keep the camera on me when I get back Sam." The three traipsed into the living room and sat on the large couch as Justin/Kim disappeared. A minute later, she reappeared carrying a portable white board and stand, and set it up in front of them. She produced a dry erase marker and proceeded to write Mrs. Matthews on the board and underline it. "Hello class. I'm your new teacher, Mrs. Matthews. I went to college near here and have wanted to be a teacher since I was a little girl and now here I am. I hope you're as excited to learn as I am to teach." This was very surreal to the three men huddled on the couch. Their favorite, hottest teacher was standing before them, showcasing her bubbly personality. And she was doing it without any pants on. "Uh, Justin?" Brian said. Kim frowned at him, which she managed to do and still look as cute as hell. "Mr. Patterson, is it? Yes, Justin is still very much here and in charge, but for the time being, because we're having fun right now and getting this on video, call me Mrs. Matthews, okay?" "Um, yes Mrs. Matthews," Brian said sheepishly. "Now," Mrs. Matthews continued, "I believe this first lesson is about the female anatomy. Who has ever seen a naked woman before?" All three hands raised. Justin noted that he had them all now in the palm of his hand. He'd make it good but he wasn't going to let them do anything, even though this body was just getting hotter and...he was still in control, wasn't he? Mrs. Matthews started to unbutton her top. "Have you ever seen your teacher naked before?" All three hands dropped. "Have you ever wanted to?" The hands shot higher than before. "What eager students." With that, she pulled the top free, and then unclasped her beige bra that had been underneath. She marveled at how their eyes were glued to her, taking in her now exposed flesh. Her crotch was getting so hot. She would need to stop soon or... "These are breasts," Mrs. Matthews resumed in a professional voice. Her hands lifted and began to caress and squeeze and pinch her large chest and pointy nipples. "They love to be touched. I prefer softly at first, then roughly. It feels really good. Would anyone like a turn? I believe in hands on teaching." She thrust her boobs towards Sam and Eric's already outstretched arms. Brian squirmed, wanting too very much, but instead asked, "Justin? Is this, are you losing yourself?" Kim smiled at him mischievously. "I'm still in control. This is just for the video and learning purposes. Now come here and get a handful." Brian reluctantly reached forward and was then in heaven as he groped his former teacher who moaned at all the hands that now were touching her more places than just her chest. One hand snaked down and began to lower her panties and slid into her pussy. Something flipped inside Justin and she grabbed the mirror from Brian's hand. "Hey," Brian yelled. She jumped back out of his grasp and looked at the hungry, lustful faces of Eric and Sam. "I'm sorry Brian. This body needs to get fucked. You'll fuck me, won't you Sam and Eric?" They both nodded immediately. "No!" Brian said. "Give me the mirror back. I can cancel this before you end up doing something you'll regret." "Don't be like that," Mrs. Matthews said with a twinge of menace. "Here, why don't we try a new experiment." She held the mirror towards Brian and said, "Copy." The light around Brian shimmered and when he looked down, it was at a much smaller body with large breasts protruding from his former chest. "What the hell man?" "I'm sorry Brian," Mrs. Matthews said, looking at her new fully dressed clone. "You need to see what this feels like. You need to understand the desire. Connect!" Brian's head felt like it was being split open as thoughts and feelings and memories all rushed in violently into his brain. "Stop! Make it stop!" And then the pain vanished and everything about Mrs. Matthews was laid out before him in a stream of consciousness. Her thoughts, feelings and memories were rushing by and all around him but he steeled himself against it, determined to stay in control. "Do you feel it?" Brian heard Mrs. Matthews ask. "Don't fight it. It's what your new body wants." Brian stood and as he did, he felt the heat radiating through him, the excitement that fluttered through his transformed groin. He took a step towards his friend and reached for the mirror. "I'm stopping this now," his feminine voice said angrily. His doppelganger shook her head in disbelief. "I've got to give you credit Brian. You're much stronger than I am." Then she raised the mirror towards Brian's new form and said, "Control." "No," Brian yelled as the red glow washed over him. The warmth in his body increased tenfold and his arousal seemed like a tangible thing that had form and substance. It was this body. It needed something. To be touched, to be filled. Still he resisted. "It's not too late Justin. Cancel it out! Turn us back." "Sure thing," Mrs. Matthews flashed a winning smile. "But first I'm going to need you to get naked and fuck Eric here." "I'm not going to do that," Brian said stubbornly, even as he started to unbutton the same shirt they had all seen Mrs. Matthews take off minutes ago. "And I'm going to need you to fuck him the way Mrs. Matthews would. Like he's your student that needs teaching and the world is bright and full of wonder and possibilities. And you'll love every second of it, won't you Mrs. Matthews, because as of now, you're so incredibly horny and up for anything." And then the person who had been Justin pulled the person who had been Brian towards her, and Eric and Sam watched as two exact copies of Mrs. Matthews proceeded to make out with each other directly in front of them. The first Mrs. Matthews helped the other remove her pants and then kiss her breasts. The two ran their hands over the other's soft tan skin, letting them glide sensuously and seductively while still exploring each other's mouths. Then the first Mrs. Matthews broke it off and playfully smacked the second Mrs. Matthews' ass and pointed to Eric. "You know what to do," she said. The second Mrs. Matthews, now naked as a blue jay, sauntered over cheerily to Eric, swaying her hips as she did so. "Eric, have you ever had sex before?" "Yeah, yes," he managed. "Oh good, you have some experience. We can skip beginner and go write to the advanced course. First I'm going to get you nice and hard." She reached for his jeans and undid the zipper, releasing a sizeable boner. Her mouth enveloped his tool and began expertly sucking, sliding her tongue up and down but creating pressure with her lips. Far in the back of her mind, Justin wondered how he knew to do this, then saw from memories rushing by that it was something she did every anniversary for her husband because she knew how much he loved seeing her small mouth wrapped around his big dick. This knowledge sent more moisture to an already wet pussy that would not wait much longer to be stuffed with Eric's girth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her twin getting nailed doggie style by a very excited Sam. He was pumping her for all he was worth and she was moaning in ecstasy. This encouraged the second Mrs. Matthews to resume her tongue lashing of Eric's dick with new vigor. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes while she swirled his erection around inside her mouth and winked at him. She saw his face tighten and knew that he was getting close so she stopped and positioned herself like her copy. "Eric, your teacher wants you to take that nice big dick you have now and slam it into the wet slit right here." She reached back and used two fingers to stretch her pussy lips apart. "I want you to push it all the way in and keep slamming until we've both cum. Can you do that for me, Eric?" Eric dropped down to his knees and did exactly as his teacher instructed, sliding neatly into her and aggressively started shoving his rod all the way in, pulling back to where it almost came out, then ramming it all the way back deeper than before. Mrs. Matthews reveled in her teaching ability. She knew how to bring out the best in her students, and now Eric was endeavoring to show her how much he had learned. He leaned over her and stretched his arms underneath her to find her breasts. He grabbed them forcibly and she moaned at how desperate he was to touch them. "That's really good Eric. Squeeze my titties. But don't slow down. Keep up your pace. I know you can do it. Your still so young and have such a nice dick and oh!" Her whole body shook as the orgasm rippled out from her pussy. This was heaven. Eric was such a good student. But if she was to fulfill her role as a good teacher, she'd need to make sure he came too. "Eric, keep going, but slow down a little bit. Yeah, just like that. I want you to feel the insides of my pussy. I want you to feel me flexing it for you, causing it to tighten around your dick. Do you feel that Eric? Do you feel Mrs. Matthews sweet pussy grabbing and milking that big dick of yours?" Eric grunted in response. "Good boy. What a good student. Now I want you to cum in me Eric, the way you've always dreamed about cumming in me before when you were in my class." She turned her head so she could see him out of the corner of her eye. She was smiling as she said, "I always saw so much in potential in you. Will you show me how much you've learned today, Eric." And then the smile faded as she licked her lips for him seductively. Then she felt herself flooded with warmth as Eric released his seed inside of her. He didn't slow as he came and then she was cumming again, overcome with the emotion of successfully connecting with such a good pupil. Sam and his Mrs. Matthews had finished shortly before, and now all four of them laid on Justin's living room floor, basking in the afterglow. Sam eventually picked up the mirror and looked at his brother. "Should we change them back now?" "Yeah, I call next though," Eric said. Sam pointed it at his Mrs. Matthews who was starting to protest but then he said, "Cancel." A flash of light later and Justin was laying where the naked Mrs. Matthews had been. "Man, I wanted to stay as her for a little longer," Justin complained. "Much longer, and I'm not sure you would've ever wanted to come back," Sam pointed out. Justin looked thoughtful. "You may be right. I don't know what happened. I was in control at first but then, I wanted to have sex and nothing was going to stop me. And then when it seemed like Brian was going to get in my way I... Oh no." The gravity and betrayal of what he had done to his friend choked out whatever else he might have said. Sam pointed the mirror at the other Mrs. Matthews but Justin stopped him. "No, let me do it." Sam handed him the mirror and Justin held it out to his friend, probably now his ex friend and said, "Cancel." A moment later, and Brian was on the floor next to them. The sensations did not all disappear right away. He still felt what it was like to have a pussy, to be penetrated, to be so incredibly horny, the thrill of being controlled. But the anger of how it had all happened overrode those sensations and rage was all that remained. He slowly got to his feet and looked down at Justin who was still seated on the floor. He extended a hand to pull him up. Justin accepted the hand and was pulled to his feet. Then Brian snatched the mirror out of Justin's grasp with his left hand, and with his right hand he delivered a forceful punch to Justin's face. Justin went down hard. Sam and Eric were on their feet but Brian was already at the front door. "I'm going to destroy this thing. Don't follow me. As far as I'm concerned our friendships are over." He slammed the door behind him. Sam and Eric made to chase after him, but Justin yelled, "Don't. It's okay. We kind of had that coming." "But the mirror!" Eric said panicked. Sam gave a melancholy smile. "I'm almost positive he won't be able to destroy it and unless he uses it, we'll have it back tomorrow." The brothers exchanged looks, clearly clueless as to what he meant, but didn't pursue it further. Brian was a man on a mission. Upon pulling into his driveway, he opened the garage and went straight to his father's work bench. He laid the mirror on the hard surface, grabbed a large steel hammer, and brought it down with all his might onto the mirror's surface. He expected to hear the tinkling sound of glass breaking and the sight of shards flying in all directions. But neither of those things happened. When he moved the hammer, not a dent, not a scratch was anywhere to be found. Undaunted, Brian procured a flat head screwdriver. He would wedge it along the edges and pop the mirror out of the frame and go from there. Try as he might, this also proved futile. He grabbed a hand held saw to see if he could at least saw the wooden handle off. The jagged teeth of the blade chipped and gave out before the handle showed any sign of damage. Completely flustered, he brought it in and set it on the table. He was getting a drink when his father walked in. He had completely forgotten that his mother had said he would be home early, but didn't think he would react at seeing the old mirror on the table. He was very wrong. "Son," Steve Patterson said calmly but with an edge to his voice, "where did you find that mirror?" Brian recognized his father's questioning tone. It was the one he used when he expected a response to a question he already knew the answer too. No use lying. "I found it in the attic buried in a trunk." His father studied him. "Does anyone else know about it?" Brian did not want to answer that question at all, but it seemed of increasing importance to his father. "I found it with my friends." Brian's father sat down, looking like he'd be sick. "Tell me the truth. Did you, did any of you use it?" Brian waited a long moment before saying a soft, "Yes." "Do you know if anyone has said the last word yet?" he suddenly demanded, slamming his fist on the table. His anger quickly abated as a thought occurred to him. "What am I saying, if they had, you wouldn't know. At least you were able to carry the damn thing in here so I know you haven't said it yet." "Dad, you're really starting to freak me out." Now his dad looked like he really would be sick. "I hoped it would never by anyone in my family. I hoped I would be dead before it happened." He looked at Brian with eyes that eked misery. "Sit down. I need to tell you a story." As Brian sat, he realized that his father knew all about this mirror. He was probably about to learn things he didn't want to ever know. "When I was in my early twenties, my best friend Curt Buchanan and I loved to go to estate sales whenever we could get the chance. One day, we came across this box, nothing special about it but what you've seen before and know contains that mirror. I bid on it during the auction and won it. I took it home and discovered the words, or at least the first one that night. When Curt came over the next day, I showed it to him. We both wondered what it could mean. Then Curt saw my cute next door neighbor walk by my front window. He knew I had a crush on her but had rejected me on more than one occasion. As a joke, he grabbed the mirror and ran out to her and said capture, and that's what it did. You know, you've seen it. We were both mystified at the red light and it's temporary stunning effect on my neighbor." "He brought it back inside and we looked in the box and saw the next word. We both came to the same conclusion as to what might happen, and flipped a coin to see who would become her copy. I lost the toss, but Curt, seeing the look of disappointment on my face, tossed again, and this time, he lost. I didn't know it at the time, but he, in a way, saved my life right there. He transformed into my heart's desire right before my eyes. After making sure he was okay, we looked to see if there was another word. We didn't think about stopping because we assumed the box would show us a word to undo any changes." "We were sitting on the couch together, and before I had said the next word, Curt's hand, her hand, was already on my knee. Right there I should have known the changes weren't just physical, but internal as well. The mirror was pushing Curt, making him accept who the mirror had transformed him into and cranking up his sex drive. After I said the next word, he seemed to become her. He knew everything about her. How she walked, talked, how she didn't like me. But her hand didn't leave my knee. The look on her face made it seem like she was having some internal struggle before I had read the next word. She was in the process of telling me that even though she didn't have feelings for me, maybe she'd let me see her naked, and then I said control. I made her...do things that I will not go into detail about with you but...I definitely took advantage of my friend's loss of free will. Curt was lost in this new identity. When the final two words appeared, I let him know he could go back, that I could undo it all. He begged me not to do that, to let him stay as he was, that he'd do anything I'd ever ask of him if I would let him stay her. So, I said the last word instead of saying cancel and changing him back." Brian felt like the story was coming to some shocking conclusion. He thought he already knew what it was but was terrified to ask. His father took a deep breath. "The change became permanent. The original copy of my neighbor disappeared, as in completely ceased to exist, and so did my best friend. The copy that was now in my room was for all intents and purposes, the new original. One that I was in complete control of and who would do whatever I said whenever I said it and also had a raging libido. When I asked her, she had no recollection of the magical process. She only remembered being in her house, then there with me, and was sorry she had never given me a chance and wanted to get married and be together forever." Now it was Brian's turn to look sick. "Please, please, please tell me that you're not talking about Mom right now?" His dad looked at him ashamedly. "Have you ever seen your mother and I have an argument? Have you ever wondered why she'd always do whatever I said without any hesitation whatsoever? She waits on me hand and foot. All because of this mirror." "My mom was your best friend, this Curt guy?" Brian exclaimed suddenly overwhelmed. "You did that to your friend?" His dad leveled an accusatory gaze at his son, "You said you'd used it. Was it you that transformed? Was it Justin or Sam or Eric? Did it go well for you and they didn't ask or beg to not go back to who they were? This mirror wants someone to say that last word. It wants the changes to be permanent. That's its curse." Brian threw up his hands and asked the obvious. "Then what the hell is it still doing in this house?" "Well let's see, judging by the sounds I heard earlier from my garage, you've just learned that it can in no way be destroyed. Here's something else. It will always stay with the person that used it last. I had your mother try burying it, throwing it in a lake, putting it in a safe deposit box, and it would always show back up inside our house near the front door. Once I realized I couldn't get rid of it, I had your mother try locking it up in a safe in our bedroom. Nope, found it at the front door the next day. I briefly tried renting another residence to see if I could keep it there. Also no. The only thing it will allow is to be hidden in the house that I sleep at night." Brian was confused. "Why did you have Mom do all those things?" "Oh," his dad said with an eye roll, "forgot to tell you that part. After I said the last word, I wasn't able to touch it anymore. Look." He reached for the mirror. The minute his fingers should have touched it, they passed through. It was as if the mirror was a hologram to him. "Since your mother does whatever I want her to do, this hasn't been an issue. I'll tell her to get rid of it or hide it and then I'll tell her to forget about it." "So," Brian asked worried, "what should I do with it now?" "Is it in your possession? Were you the last to use it?" "No," Brian acknowledged. "Justin was." "Then it'll go back to him unless you use it." "I'm never using it again," Brian said firmly. His father gave him a very concerned look and stood from his chair. "You might not have a choice. The mirror wants to be used. Your friends won't forget what it was like to be someone else. It was all Curt could talk about during the first two phases. And if it's ever a choice to who says the last word, you or someone else, make sure it's you. Now go hide it before your mother or sister sees it. I'm sorry you've become entangled in this but I don't want either of them involved. Thank goodness that hasn't happened." In retrospect, Brian realized he should have gone with silence, or moved the conversation elsewhere. Anything would have been better than the awkward, "Um..." that escaped his lips causing his father to sit down again. "Are your mother or sister already involved?" his dad asked nervously. "Not really," Brian tried to assure him. "What started this mess was I accidentally captured Casey's image and then copied her onto Eric and, well then it kind of spiraled like you said when Casey, um, Casey..." Brian unable to finish that statement was all Mr. Patterson needed to hear. "Understood. Yes, but you somehow managed to cancel it out. Great. Great. Well, this is going to have to play all the way out isn't it?" He was on his feet again, pacing, talking out loud. "If your friends show up here, they can't be around. I've got to get them out, somewhere far away." He stopped and looked at Brian. "Son, I've got to protect your mother and sister. I don't know if they'll come back to capture Casey, or hell, your mother, but they might. If Eric felt a connection to Casey, it might be strong enough for him to want to try again and she can't be here when that happens." Brian looked appalled. "Well, I don't want that either, but it sounds like you're going to leave me here." His father nodded solemnly. "You're right. I am. If they show up with that mirror, I can't take it from them, you can. All I can do is get your mother and sister far away until this is done, and believe me, it will be done soon, one way or the other." "I told them to leave me out of it. I don't want anything to do with them anymore." Mr. Patterson thought about this. "Maybe, but not a chance I'm willing to take. Here, we'll do this as a litmus test." He took a piece of paper from a drawer and wrote his friends' names, Eric, Sam, Justin in pen. Underneath, he wrote, '3 names, if there are ever 2 names, tell parents to come home.' "I don't get it," Brian said quizzically. "How's that supposed to work?" Mr. Patterson sighed. "The mirror alters reality if you say the final word, did I not make that clear? Curt ceased to exist. I went to his parents to try and explain in some way what happened and they had no idea who Curt was. Any memory of him was erased from the minds of everyone who knew him except for me. With that in mind, three names on this paper. If they use it, and mind you, I bet one of them will very soon, one of these names will disappear. What shouldn't disappear is the message underneath it, theoretically." "Wow Dad, sounds like you've really given this some thought." "I thought about it all the time years ago, about what would happen when and if somebody stumbled across it and used it. I pushed it out of my mind when you kids came along, like it was a bad dream. Now the nightmare is back and I'm sorry you're in it, but you're smarter and more capable than you know. If they show up here, don't let them in, let them make the mistake of using it until one of them disappears. They can deal with the curse from then on. I'll have your mother and sister out of the house tonight. I'll tell them it's a last minute family vacation but you can't go because of work. Be careful." He hugged his son, then left to have everyone pack. Brian put the mirror in a drawer in his room, and the next morning it was gone, along with his parents and sister. That day he had called in sick to work, locked the doors, and waited for someone to come. No one had. No one called except his dad a few times to check in. He checked the piece of paper regularly but it hadn't changed. By the next day, he was already stir crazy from hiding in his house and not knowing what the other guys were doing with the mirror. Determined not to be a prisoner in his own house, he went to work. It wasn't that he wanted to go, but he knew he'd see Stacey there, and that prospect made the risk seem worth it. Maybe it was the notion of being in potential danger, but he thought he might have the courage to finally ask her out on a date. Brian hadn't been smitten with Stacey right away. They worked the same shift, in the same position, moving freight and restocking shelves for a major retail store. Brian had always struggled talking to girls, but his proximity to Stacey at work made it comfortable for him to engage her in conversation. He had always appreciated her body, but finding out that they had many common interests and could talk effortlessly for long periods of time was what made him fall for her. But he had chickened out so many times when it came to asking her out on a date. He didn't want to ruin what they had, but he didn't want to stand still either. Earning some extra money had been his big push to finally make it happen. He would wine and dine her and tell her all about how she made him feel and did she feel the same way? But he had found the mirror instead. All this was swirling in his head as he punched in and started moving freight. He worked mindlessly for a an hour before Stacey came up behind him and smacked him in the back of the head. "Hey Brian! You mad at me or something? You haven't said two words to me yet? And what's this whole you were sick yesterday? You made me work an entire shift without you and you know how I feel about that." He turned around and looked at her, appreciating her beauty every time. Even though her words had bite, she was giving a half smile, letting him know she was teasing. She wore her long brown hair up and in one of the work provided hats that he thought increased her cuteness factor. The polyester shirt did not hide her large breasts, and seemed to cling to them in a very complimentary fashion. And the standard black pants just looked better on her than they did everyone else. He realized that if he stared a second longer he would be venturing into creep territory. "Sorry, yeah, I know. Here's a secret. I wasn't really sick. Family stuff. My parents left on a vacation and they wanted to hang out with me one day before they left." Stacey looked surprised. "They left you behind? What's up with that?" "It's my fault," Brian added quickly. "I told them I had work responsibilities and, you know you couldn't do this job without me for a week." She smiled causing Brian's heart beat faster in his chest. "It is a little less awful when you're here, but responsibilities, really?" Brian straightened his shoulders. "I'm trying to impress management with my work ethic. There's a promotion coming up in a few weeks that I was thinking of applying for." In reality he hadn't, but it seemed like the thing to say to impress her. "Wow, well I think they'd be stupid not to give you the position. You're a good guy." Brian took a deep breath. This was his moment. "Stacey, do you, would you ever want to, I don't know, want to hang out outside of work sometime?" Her smile was back, bigger than before. "Like a date? Are you asking me on a date Brian Patterson?" "No I mean..." he saw her eyebrow arch subtly, "yes, yes a date where we go out and, I treat you to someplace fancy and I tell you how good you look and then maybe, I don't know, romantic things..." Stacey giggled. "That was really hard for you, wasn't it?" Brian let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Yes! I'm sorry, I've wanted to ask you out for so long because I think you're so amazing and, oh crap, you haven't said yes yet. I'm going to shut up now." She batted her long lashes at him and then said sweetly, "I would love to go on a date with you. How about next weekend? Can you wait that long? I have plans with my family this weekend." Brian was on cloud nine. "Absolutely, next weekend, sounds great." Brian's productivity drastically increased and the rest of the day seemed to fly by for him. Everything was great and as it should be. But when he got home, the paper that he had left on the fridge hadn't changed. How long would this go on? He needed something to happen. He purposed to stay alert, to stay home or be at work and nothing else. Hopefully this would all be over long before his date with Stacey. He finished out his work week without incident, and without any changes on the paper. Other than calls from his parents and one from Stacey, his former friends had not made any contact with him. He hoped that was a good sign and that they had moved on. The weekend was upon him and he was lazing about with his doors locked, on alert but feeling safe in his castle. Late that afternoon from right outside his house, he heard the slam of a car door, then two more doors in quick succession. He assumed it was friends of the neighbors who would often park along the street, but a few seconds later, his door bell rang. Thankfully he was fully dressed, something that was uncommon for the weekend, but this was an unwanted surprise. He didn't know if a magic mirror could work through the peephole of his front door, but he decided to chance it. To his surprise, it was Stacey. He immediately opened the door and gestured for her to come in and closed the door behind her. "Stacey? I thought you had plans with your family this weekend?" "I did but they canceled. I thought we could have a predate before our actual date. Sort of take the tension out of the next one by just being casual for this one." She looked anything but casual. She was wearing a short, silver sparkly dress that showed off her perfect legs. She had elegantly applied makeup, just enough to accentuate her finer features. She looked like she was ready for a night on the town or trying very hard to catch a man. Either way Brian made every effort to stuff his eyeballs back in. "I, that sounds great. I am a little under dressed for the occasion though." "Oh, sorry," Stacey apologized. "This is what I was going to wear out with my family tonight. Probably shouldn't have picked out such a short skirt now that I think about it. Do you think it's too short?" She gave a slow twirl for him, watching as his eyes drifted all over her, lingering at her legs. Brian's voice was suddenly much higher than normal. "No. No I think its fine. Not too short at all." She eyed him with a mischievous glint in her eye and then turned her back to him. "Even if I do this?" And she bent down and touched her toes. Brian's eyes exploded from their sockets as the dress pulled up to reveal that Stacey had chosen to go commando that evening. As his mouth fell open, he heard her say while still touching her toes, "Brian, I can feel you staring." Brian's eyes immediately found the ceiling as Stacey stood up and turned back to face him. She stepped towards him so they were only inches apart. "You're fun to tease Brian. Do you like it when I tease you?" And then she touched his erect penis through his pants. As much as Brian loved what was happening in that moment, he was suddenly aware of how off it seemed. He stepped back from her, causing her to give him a sour look. "You're not really Stacey, are you?"he guessed. Brian heard clapping coming from behind him and Justin stepped into the room. "That didn't take you very long Brian, although you definitely came on a little strong there Eric. Kind of gave it away. Hey Brian, FYI, your back door still doesn't really lock if you jiggle it a certain way." Brian scanned the room, looking for a quick exit or anything that could block a mirror. Justin saw his frantic posture and in a soothing voice said, "Brian, relax, we're here to make amends." "Sorry pal, but the last time you said something like that, I ended up getting screwed, literally." Justin put his hands palm out in a penitent gesture. "I know. It was the mirror. I let it take over. Everything got way out of hand and I take full responsibility for that. But like I said, we're here to make amends. You're my best friend and all I've thought about the last few days is how I could make it up to you. None of us have used the mirror until today, till just a few hours ago really, right before Stacey left town. I figured this could be our apology." Justin motioned towards Stacey who cautiously approached Brian and put an arm on his shoulder. "Do you want to see me bend over again? You can see more than that if you want to?" "No," Brian said brushing off her arm. "You'll use the mirror on me like last time." Justin nodded. "I knew you might say something like that, since again, I did step way out of line last time. So this time, I'm going to give you all the power. I've already used copy and connect on Eric and Sam, but I haven't said control on them. You get to say control to both of them, and to me, and then order all of us to not touch the mirror." "What?" Brian said looking around. "You used it on Sam? Where's Sam?" From behind Justin, another figure stepped out from behind his shadow. "I'm right here." But it wasn't Sam's voice. It was Stacey's. They had copied Stacey twice, just like they had Mrs. Matthews. This Stacey was also wearing the same short, silver dress. "Like I said, we are all sorry and we figured we owed you," Justin said. "Sam is even a woman for the first time. How's it feel so far Sam?" "Damn good," the second Stacey said before licking her lips in Brian's direction. "Congratulations on finally asking me out on a date. Did you know I've been waiting for you to do that for months? I've even masturbated thinking about you a few times. Would you like to see that? Would you like to see me masturbate thinking of you?" Before Brian had a chance to give any response to that, she had lifted the front of her short skirt to reveal that she also was not wearing panties, and began to finger herself in front of all of them. Justin slowly pulled the mirror out from behind his pants and tossed it to Brian. "Say the words to me buddy." Brian looked down at the thing he wished they'd never found. "I can't. I don't want to." Justin sighed heavily. "Look man, I'd do it myself but we learned today that someone has to use it on you. You can't use it on yourself. I trust you with it. Control all of us tonight. Make us live out your every fantasy only better because you'll have three of the girl you've been crushing on forever and we'll do whatever you want. And then you'll turn us back and we'll be good, right?" Brian looked at the mirror, then pointed it at his friend and said without conviction, "Sure. Copy." Light bent around Justin and then a third Stacey was before him but she was wearing normal clothes. It was a green top and blue jeans that were not anything fashion worthy but still looked pretty on her. The third Stacey eyed him curiously. "You need to say connect. Oh, I see, you're wondering why I'm wearing these clothes. It's what she was wearing earlier when I visited her house. This is what she was actually going to wear out with her family. We went and bought the dresses. Got some looks for that but I'd say it was worth it. Now come on, say it." "Connect." The third Stacey looked pained momentarily, then appraised Brian like he was a piece of meat. "I'm really going to enjoy this. Hit me again." "Control!" Brian yelled. Then pointed at the other two and yelled it at both of them. Each time it was like their bodies had received a near orgasmic shock. They all drew closer to him. "Listen to me. None of you are to touch this mirror in any way. Now tell me before I order any of you to do anything, what do you want to do right now?" In unison, all three Stacey's said, "Fuck!" "You, Stacey three, undress me," Brian ordered. "You two, make out with each other." As Brian felt the Stacey who was Justin remove his shirt and then unzip his fly, he stood enraptured at the sight of the other two Stacey's who were kissing passionately, all while their hands wandered to their twin's face and breasts and butt and back again. When he was completely naked, he said to Stacey three, "Go and get a permanent marker from the junk drawer in the kitchen. Write a big three on your right hand. I want to make sure I know which one is you. Then come upstairs to the master bedroom." She disappeared into the other room, and Brian picked up the mirror at his feet, and ordered the other two to follow him. It felt weird doing this in his parents' room, but they had the biggest bed and he reasoned he would need the space. He told one Stacey to straddle his chest and let him kiss her breasts while the other one was to begin sucking him off while fingering the Stacey who's ass was in her face. A minute later, Stacey three joined them and Brian promptly told her to eat out the Stacey who was giving him a very good blow job. Unfortunately for Brian, it had been way too long since he had gotten any action, as a guy anyway, and the sight of his dream girl times three sent him over the edge all too soon. He then pulled up a chair and made the Stacey swap his cum from girl to girl and then back again, all while fingering the Stacey on their left. He was like a horny, mad director and he instructed the girls to take turns performing cunnilingus on each other, or made them one dance while one masturbated and would have the third continually lick his balls. It did not take long for his erection to restore itself and this time he knew he could last longer than five minutes. He had them each line up on all fours on the bed, as he had been when Eric had fucked him when he had been Mrs. Matthews. He told them they were hornier and more sensitive than they had ever been and each thrust would drive them crazy with lust but they were not allowed to cum until he told them they could. They were all allowed to beg for it though. He started with the first Stacey, shoving into her from behind roughly. His cock glided in with ease at the wetness it found there. He pumped just once, then moved to the second Stacey and did the same thing. When he got to the third, he repeated the process, and then went back to the first one who by now was already begging for release. He did this for several minutes, ordering the girls to kiss and fondle one another while he slammed them from behind. It was obvious as they grew louder and louder that they were desperate to orgasm. Finally, Brian told them, "When you feel me shove my cock into you this next time and smack your ass, you may cum." As his cock slammed into the first Stacey, his hand landed hard on her ass cheek. She came huge, screaming as her whole body shook from the pent up orgasm that she had been denied for so long. The second Stacey was the same. But when he got to the third Stacey, he double checked to make sure she had the 3 on her hand, then he rubbed the tip of his penis along her slit but did not let it slip inside. He leaned over her and said, "You don't get to cum until I do. Do you want to make me cum?" "Yes, please! Let me make you cum!" she shouted, almost hysterically. "I'm going to need you to squeeze your pussy around my cock each time I push it into you, okay?" "Whatever you say. Now please, give it to me!" "You don't have to tell me twice." And Brian began pumping her like a man possessed. He ordered the other two Stacie's to get on either side of him and had one reach underneath and tease Stacey three's clit, while the other let him suck on her boobs. The moment Brian came Stacey three's back arched as she let out a shriek of ecstasy, then she collapsed on the bed beneath him. He ordered the other two Stacey's to clean him off with their tongues, then told them to go get Stacey three's clothes from downstairs. When they returned he ordered Stacey three to get dressed, then for all three of them to sit on the bed facing him as he sat in the chair. Brian retrieved the mirror he had set on the dresser. He pointed it at the first Stacey and said, "Cancel." Eric appeared in the clothes he had been wearing a moment later and flopped back on the bed, exhausted and no longer having to sit up now that his free will was restored. Brian then did the same with the second Stacey, and this time Sam flopped back. Brian looked at Stacey three with a pained expression on his face. Stacey looked at him, reading his expression. "You're thinking about saying it, aren't you?" "About saying what?" Brian said somberly. She smiled at him. "The final word in the box." Brian stared at her, knowing it was Justin underneath the surface. "How did you know I knew about that?" She laughed. "You've been my best friend for years. I know when you're lying. I checked it out later and came to the same conclusion you probably did. If you say that, this becomes permanent. I want you to know I'm okay with that." Brian's gaze faltered but he still held the mirror towards her. "But, you won't be you anymore." "Maybe," she said kindly, "but I can tell you right now that it's what I want more than anything. We'll be together forever and you can do everything you did to me tonight whenever you want." Brian thought about that as he looked into Justin/Stacey's eyes. The mirror's curse would not be gone, but it would buy him some time to find another way to be rid of it, even if it meant passing it on somehow. He would find a way to get it out of his house and away from his family. In the meantime, he'd be with the kind of girl he'd always thought was out of his league and made him feel like he could be a better person than he was. He reasoned that he'd have to start being a better person tomorrow though, as he looked at the Stacey in front of him and said, "Complete." The mirror burned hot in his hand and a white llight shout out of it temporarily blinding everyone in the room. A few seconds later, the light subsided and Brian felt the mirror's handle seem to lose substance and slip from his hand and hit the floor. He quickly told Stacey, his Stacey, to pick it up and put it under his bed and forget about it. She dutifully did as he had commanded. A moment after Stacey had left the room, Eric and Sam both sat up on the bed, both shaking their head as if coming out of a fog. "Hey man," Eric said. "Why are we here in your parents' bedroom?" "Were we hanging out or something?" Sam asked. "Today's like, really fuzzy for me right now." "You came with Justin, remember?" Brian asked and then held his breath. The brothers looked at each other, stumped by this statement. Finally Eric asked, "Justin who?" "Are we supposed to know a Justin?" Sam added. Brian let the breath out but had one more question. "Do you remember a mirror?" Eric stood up and started for the door. "Mirror? What are you on about man? Drugs? Did we all take drugs and that's why we can't remember anything from today and you're asking us these weird questions?" Brian choked back emotion as he shook his head. "I'm sorry man, I was just playing. You guys should probably go home and get some rest. You might be coming down with something." When they left, he found Stacey in his room. "I've never been in your room before, but it somehow feels like I have," she said. Then she turned and kissed him softly. "Thanks for letting me come see you tonight. Anytime you want to get together again just let me know." Brian looked at her sadly, then made the choice to move forward. "I'm going to move in with you, is that okay?" "That would be great," she said bouncing up and down, clearly excited by the idea. He knew she had to say yes. Even though he knew he had complete control over her, he still wanted to try and be worthy of her. He would grow up, be responsible, become a family man, and... he swatted her ass causing her to giggle. And get sex whenever he wanted. They walked downstairs and Brian saw the note on the fridge. Justin's name was gone, but the rest of the message remained. He found his cell phone and called his dad. "It's done, you can come home. Justin's gone." "Who's Justin?" his dad said, which Brian should have seen coming. "Just a friend I won't be seeing anytime soon. Hurry home, I could really use you guys right now." And with that, he hung up. It was over, at least for awhile. The end. If you enjoyed this story, you might like to know that it is connected to other stories I have written. It all starts with Shudder, and connects to Mind_Hack.exe and The Last Shapeshifter. I hope you'll give them a try. If you'd like to see any specific scenarios between any characters in these works, feel free to drop a commission for it on this site, and I'll do my best to make it happen. You can also email any and all feedback to kripto1@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading! Kripto