TJ Ryder
Mens Room Mirror
The toughest detective in Bay City sighed as he
took his jacket off in the squad room and sat behind
his desk, his 45 year old, muscular body stretching
out his 6'5" frame to rest his legs on a waste
basket. Lon, his overweight, one time partner came by
and laughed as he dropped some paperwork on the desk.
"Say Frank, you really gonna push this statutory
rape charge against Tyrone Baggins?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I?"
"Well, for one thing, the so-called minor has
sucked off half the precinct!"
"Half the precinct are animals!" He replied in disgust.
"And Tyrone was only one month past his 18th
birthday!"
"Tough luck! One less gangbanger on the streets!"
"He's got no rap sheet!"
"Just a matter of time!" he growled. He dumped
his fat partner because he was too soft, too slow and always
second guessing him. Nobody wanted to be his partner and he
liked it that way!
"Speaking of time, there's an old lady in the waiting
room who wants some of your time!"
"Who is she, a witness?"
"Dunno, says she has info you need on this Baggins case!"
"Crap, is this a relative asking me to let him off?"
"She's black, and old as the hills!"
"Fuck her!"
Lonnie leaned across his desk, grinning at his old
partner. "Why do you hate them coloreds, Frank?"
"You look at the streets and you ask me that?"
"I told you Baggins got no rap sheet!"
"So he hasn't been caught yet!" he shrugged.
"Your'e a hard man, Frank. Want me to send the old
lady in?"
"Tell her five minutes!"
Frank looked at the clock, 20 minutes till the end of his
shift. No overtime pay to work any more hours so he was
leaving on the dot! He gaped at the tiny, wrinkled, dark brown
woman limping to him; she had a rag tied around her white hair,
contrasting with her dark shiny skin.
He didn't offer her a chair and didn't stand up! She
stood by the desk, looking at him with a disconcerting glint
in her eyes, not anger or puzzlement, more like pity! He
gave her a hard look that didn't faze her a bit.
"Yes ma'am!"
"You be Mista Steele, Mista Frank Steele!" She said
it as a statement, not a question!
"Yes ma'am, can I help you?"
"You just lahk what ah be hearin! A big, ugly, strong
white man, ainchu? Everyone on the street and even de po-lice
be fearin you!" He shrugged, waiting her out.
"Ah sees yo now!" she continued in her scratchy voice! "Yo strength
is yo don't need nothin! Cain't be bribed, got no wife, no fambly, no
frens, not even a partner!"
"Look if this what you have to say, because...!"
"Mah great grand nephew Tyrone is facing jail time
cuz he had a weakness. But yo don know about weakness do you?"
'Okay we finally got down to it. "The law is clear, ma'am,
and so...!"'
"Mah name be Granny Tate!" she said with dignity making her
arthritic back straight for a second, "An ah practice de old gift!"
"Oh yeahh, riiiiight! Voodoo! That figures, go ahead granny;
Iv'e been cursed before!"
"Ah bleve it, but wan't done by me and wouldn't work nohow!
You don't need nothin a curse take away. But I gwine give you a gift!
Needin somethin! Needin de Black Root! Bet yo dint lahk dat
cute soft white gal needin mah nephew's black root ditchu? Yo
don know what needs are now, but yo will! Yo look in the mirror an see
tall, ugly, strong and hard. At night you be soft an pretty,
jus raht to fill yo need of de Black Root!" She nodded and reached
into her purse and he tensed, ready to take away a gun or just shoot
her but he had to see the gun first!
"Ah give you a card of a pimp ah use fo dis curse. De pimp be
another relative gwine down the dark path. Ah suggest yo take it;
street be dangerous for an underage white girl with a need for dark
meat!"
He chuckled thinking she was crazy, but he didn't take it. She
arched an eyebrow and then she put the card on the edge of
his desk. Maybe he'd bust the pimp if he got a chance even
though he wasn't on the Vice Squad. She opened a little notebook
from her purse.
"Lessee see now, when be mah nephew's hearing scheduled?"
businesslike now, as if everything was settled.
"Just a minute, ma'am", he checked the court calendar!
"Thirty days!"
"Dat's fahn! Dat's how long yo gift last unless yo don't show
up an that'll drop the case against mah nephew!"
Frank laughed until tears formed in his eyes!
"He heh, No cure for senility in your little notebook there granny?
Don't you mean you'll make it permanent if I DON'T drop the case?"
She was already turning to walk away as if the whole thing was settled,
and he snorted, shaking his head. 'Oh well, at least I got a couple laughs out of
the old bird.' Finally, he saw the clock, reached over and picked up the card.
'Jumbo's Escorts! Off Times square! Figures!'
He figured he'd hand it to a Vice cop if he ever needed a favor.
He watched her leave thinking she might die before the curse
takes effect. 'What would happen then,' he wondered and then laughed.
Two hours later he was in Dolan's Bar and Grille, the Grille part long
since abandoned. It was just another gin mill for burned out badges, active
retired, to get drunk cheap and fast.
Three double shots of JD #7, enough to take the edge off. With all the
beautiful babes in this city, he knew the ugly, blousy veiny face of
Frank Dolan the bartender and owner was the only face he would see tonight
before he went home to his studio and watched tv.
As a favor to Dolan he always sat at the very end of the bar near the
Mens Room so he wouldn't scare off the other patrons, even though most
of the patrons were cops or ex cops. Looking down the bar he wondered
if he'd look like those retired flatfoots after he took his twenty and
got out!
Gettin dark outside, he noticed, looking at his watch. Sundown in
ten minutes!
The cop in him made him cautious. What if it was true! He'd turn
into a babe in ten minutes! It had been a month since he had fucked a
hooker, the only type of relationship he had since his wife had left him
along with his daughter fifteen years before and cut all contact.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he thought he was better off
then. Now he thought she was better off! What kind of life do I lead to
have a family? Funny to think that after all that time. Looking at a poster
of an upcoming boxing match between two niggers, he thought one of em didn't
look too bad looking. Kind of looked like he had a big basket between
his legs. Or was it the cup? Then he gasped. Why would he even think of
something like that?
"Shit," he said out loud, and then to himself,
'I gotta be careful. Voodoo is all just suggestion, everyone knows that.
If you believe it your'e fucked!' Looking at his watch, sunset was now only
five minutes away! For the first time in almost ten years working
the meanest beat in Bay City he felt a twinge of fear and also something
else, so strange he couldn't even put a label on it! Or wouldn't!
Looking at his watch, three minutes left! Awmannn, okay, break it
down! What if it's real? I mean I'm gonna change into a babe right here
at the bar? Nope, gotta do better than that! That'd be the end of his
career, and maybe his life! His building security wouldn't let him in
his own apartment as a girl even with his wallet. They'd call the
police! Great! He opened his wallet and took that card out!
One minute left, and he felt his eyes straying back to the poster of
that nigger and his crotch.
"Oh fuck!" he said!
"Another drink Frank!" Dolan asked humbly, knowing he always stopped
at three.
"Uh, no, um, say Dolan, if you see a girl in here mentioning my name,
she's, um, a good friend of mine! So ah, treat her right!"
"Sure Frank," shocked but agreeable. "What's she look like?"
"Well, like nothing that's ever been in this joint!"
he said as he paid his tab and went to the MENs ROOM.
He walked into the filthy, graffiti-covered, black and white tiled
walls and looked at the big scratched and smudged mirror in back of the
sinks. Then he told an old drunk to beat it and he was shoved out while
he was still zipping up. Locking the door from the inside, he looked at
his watch. Sunset!
Staring at himself, he opened his overcoat up, seeing his big old 45,
the vest, the scar across his face, the lines and wrinkles and the wear
and tear on a face that every year looks more like the pavement he
walks on!
"Yeah, right," he laughed, "how could I have ever bought into that
bullshit?"
Then he arched an eyebrow! There was something odd about his
reflection!
What was odd about it, he wondered? He put a hand up to his head,
the scar was on the wrong side! Everyone is so used to seeing a mirror
image of themselves that was actually an reversed image so when he
realized this was an image of the way he looked as if he was
actually looking at himself, it was a very strange feeling!
He knew there were expensive mirrors with special optics available
like that, but Dolan's mirror hadn't been changed in forty years!
Still had some bullet holes and cracks and graffiti in it. What could
account for something like that? An optical illusion?
Then the hair on the back of his neck moved! He wasn't looking at me!
I wasn't looking at me! I'm looking at me but he's not looking back at me!
A cold tremble went down his spine! No doubt about it now! His image was
moving but he wasn't! And when he moved his hand, his image didn't move
his hand! He looked around the bathroom, same as ever! He realized
with a shock he was on the other side of the mirror, looking back at
himself.
Then he knew it was no reflection any more! When he looked back,
the other Frank was turning to the urinals, whistling. And then he looked
down at himself, feeling enveloped by heavy clothes and that heavy 45 auto.
His soft little hands with red nail polish, his big breasts! He desperately
wanted to look at real mirror now that showed him as he was! He heard a
click and looked back to see an empty mens room! And then he remembered
that inside the handicapped stall there was another mirror! He had to see
what he looked like! Maybe that was a real mirror that wouldn't see into
the other Frank world!
His clothes just fell off as he tripped and slipped and kicked off his
big shoes as he hurriedly walked to it.
He knew he was already buxom and much smaller and thinner.
When he entered the stall he was barefoot, stepping
out of Frank sagging socks and he stood inside, almost too frightened to
shut the door and see himself. But he did!
'Come on,' he said. "Oh! Oh no!" He was unbelievable! A gorgeous,
buxom, paleskinned white redhead with soft eyes and full lips, looking
like he was 17, tops. More like 15!
"Oh my God," he cried, and looked around, not recognizing the young
feminine voice! It was HIS voice, like a girl!
"She did it, the old bitch actually did it!" That was him?
He turned around, seeing that gorgeous bottom. Now what? Finally he was
beginning to think.
"I'm naked inside a mens room stall in a magic parallel world? Is that it?"
What if someone comes in now, he realized? Is the rest of the city the same?
When he stepped out he didn't see his old clothes on the floor, but a
skimpy pink and lavendar outfit and high heels and a, thank the lord,
a purse! Also, the mens room was different! There were no urinals any more!
There was a tampax machine instead! Forget that, he said to himself,
get the clothes and ID! Stooping to pick it up, he had a wallet and
drivers license and credit cards. At least he was legal age instead of
how he looked. All with his night time address. Francine Steele!
He had a studio apartment not far from his old address. No car! No gun,
so strange not to have his gun! He found a woman's raincoat by the sink,
and when he looked at the mirror again, it was still her, or
him, or, well, his new girly self! Damn was she/he/I a knockout!
He could walk into the hottest clubs in the city with just a smile!
Rinsing his/her face, he/she frowned, looking at his/her hair.
He quickly got dressed, thanking the lord his breasts were high and firm
because he didn't have a bra, except the feeling of that silk against his
brown nipples sent a shiver through him, and that was erotic, but somehow
it didn't make him horney like his old self, which of course had no
penis to erect. No, somehow it made him feel itchy inside, between his
smooth downy thighs! Uh oh!
Checking himself in the mirror, covered in a raincoat and a wide
brimmed purple hat, he opened the door a crack and peeked outside.
At least Dolan's looked like the same dump, same people even, Dolan
himself with his big veiny nose!
"Want another drink Frankie?" He paused as he was walking by.
''Frankie?' he thought, 'I'd better go with it!'
Dolan stood there with a rag in his hand.
He turned with a smile and sat down at the bar.
Shocked by his reflection in the big mirror in back of the bar,
something Dolan's bar never had. The patrons didn't want to look at
what life on the streets do to them!
He said with his new voice "Sure Dolan"
"What's the matter?" Dolan asked as I stared at the glass of white
wine! "Want something else today?"
"N-no, it's fine!" He/she lifted it to 'his' lips.
"You okay, Frankie? You look kind of pale?"
"I'm fine," I said. Then I figured Dolan might be a good source to
get my bearings in this new world.
"Say, Dolan, how long have you known me?" Iv'e known Dolan even
before I got married.
"Come on, kiddo! Give me a break!"
"No, I'm just curious is all!"
"Yeah, I know how you feel kid! Everything changes! Yup," he turned
and there lots of photos of old friends and patrons pasted against the
mirror behind the bar. At least these hadn't changed!
I saw my first partner there, only ten years older than me at the time
when he had that heart attack. Yup, there was first precinct captain,
old Norris! Took his retirement with twentyfive in and lasted two more
years in a retirement village in Arizona before biting the bullet!
I grimaced when I remembered telling him I'd hang myself inside a month
if I had to live with a bunch of old geezers riding around in golf carts!
Guess that's not real funny now!
Then that old chill again! I see a picture of me, the real me, maybe
fifteen years ago wearing a blue uniform! I touched my face, feeling smooth
skin. Before that bust that went bad and I got that scar! My few friends
defended me afterwards saying it changed me but I was changing long before!
I remembered Jane taking that photo outside the apartment building with
the baby in a stroller! I thought she had taken it with her when she left
along with everything else!
"Yeah, Frankie!" Dolan dontinued, "I think you were too young to
remember your pop,, and maybe that's for the best! Yeah, sure, he changed,
but no matter what anyone says in here, he was gonna be one great cop!"
"How...?"
He just shrugged. "Nobody's ever gonna find out, kid!"
Then I realized I was my own daughter, I mean the dead me's daughter
in this reality. But not anything like poor Alice who unfortunately was
'blessed' with my looks instead of her mother's. Downing the wine, I
opened my purse again and looked in my wallet to find my
new address, only two blocks away.
"Take care, kiddo!"
"You too, Dolan!"
For the first time in years I was entering a strange apartment without
a gun. Mmmm, maybe I should have a gun for nights in this world.
I had underworld contacts, probably the same here as the old world.. Need
dough though! First thing is check my bank balance over here! Dolan could
help me get a gun if I needed it! Listening first to make sure I didn't
have some company although somehow I felt she didn't, I slipped in.
Standing in the middle, looking at the functional doodads, pinkish and
violet and girly things, it was a teenage girl's room all right.
She, I had mail! Even some from her mother, that was like a punch in
the gut. She had pictures by her bed. There was Jane in a frame by her
single bed! My ex, now called Janet. Just like her except a little older
than I remembered. Wait a minute! Wait just a fucking minute!
I sat down in the chair, feeling the indentation of my pretty little butt
had made. I was at home there, but I had some more stuff to figure out!
I don't think Granny Tate created a new universe with its own history and
just let me step into it! It's when you walk to the end of a block and
turn the corner, life still goes on behind you even if you can't see it!
So I figure I'm borrowing this body, unless she's inside my head
somewhere? But nope, if that's so, how come I saw my old self through
that so called mirror walk out the door. Who's inside that body?
I dropped my head in shock as I realized it! My daughter! The gorgeous
daughter I had in this reality! That's the obvious conclusion.
I mean somebody's gotta be me when I'm over here and she's gotta be somplace
while I'm in her body! Was she cursed, piss off some witch? Or did she
do it voluntarily? What if I have to work at night, raid some
mobster hangout? She could get killed!
What if I could communicate with her? How? I thought there was a
brief glimpse from the other side, a few moments when we looked at
each other. There won't be another time like that until thirty days and
I have I wait for dawn in the ladies room at Dolan's; or maybe in front of
any mirror! Maybe I'm over thinking this! I could just write on a
piece of paper and leave it here in my/her apartment, or tomorrow morning
write it and leave it on my own desk.
A plan, finally, and I felt better having one, but I had an odd feeling
again but familiar.I had to piss! So I walked into the bathroom and
lifted up the toilet cover and slipped my bikini panties down, and then
didn't find anything to aim! I had to sort of squat and aim it, and
then it just kind of sprayed all over. And it was hard to stop!
Finally I did it and put the seat back on and sat down on it to finish.
Ahhhh, and then I looked up and saw the back of the bathroom door.
An enlarged photo of a big black man, smiling with thick lips stretched
over white teeth. And holding a huge black cock and cupping giant black
balls! Oooh, my nipples felt tight, and my new genitals, mmm, my little
clit was a little bigger. I licked my full lips, feeling for the
first time a tongue stud. What was my daughter into? Why was I feeling
like this? Oh yeah, the witch said I'd have a gift, needing the black
root she said, and there it was staring at me! I felt a hot flush come
all over me as I couldn't help but look at that photo!
I knew I wouldn't make it through the night without getting off, and
beating off wasn't gonna do it. Maybe if I just got accustomed to being
a girl first! Hit a club downtown, some safe place with bouncers watching me.
Oh no! Jumbo's Escorts, Times Square! I knew that would be there!
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(Continued) This is the first chapter of what otherwise would be a illustrated 20 pic ebook, but I haven't finished it yet. I think it stands alone by itself so I felt like sharing it and maybe getting some feedback. Notice I did a change from third person to first person in the narrative.
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