By Zapper

Synopsis: Ivy has a problem. She has to be in two places at once! Enter the magic mirror and her BFF, Mary, and Mary's twin brother Steve. Magical transformations and family politics tangle things up for our heroes as bodies and identities are swapped. How will it all end?

The door automatically slid open as it sensed the approaching mechanized wheelchair. The transition from the climate controlled interior to the hot, humid, July heat in Minnesota caused the old man in the chair to wince and start coughing. He lifted a wrinkled, liver-spotted, hand clutching a white hanky to his lips and wiped the blood and spittle from the corner of his mouth. He didn’t need to look around the pool deck to know where he’d find her.

Feeling a little better he grabbed the control stick for the chair and drove it down the slight ramp onto the concrete back patio. Once on the patio he headed toward the beach chairs that had been arranged by the edge of the pool to get the maximum exposure to the sun. As he approached the woman in the tiny string bikini his rheumy eyes drank in her beauty. The woman had long shapely legs, well-toned abs, from hours in the gym, an impressive amount of natural cleavage, and a face that could have graced the cover of any fashion magazine.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? After your last cancer treatment, the doctor said you needed to take it easy for a couple of weeks.” The woman never opened her eyes.

“I just found out that my niece is in Ireland.”

“I know. She was feeling cooped up here on the estate. I suggested that she talk to your brother about an educational trip to Ireland. You know, see some castles, try some new foods, experience some history and culture.”

“Apparently, my brother and his wife went with her.” The old man wheezed sounding annoyed. Then he sighed, “That means we are the only Grants left on the estate.”

“I’m only a Grant by marriage.” The woman kept her eyes shut, enjoying the sun. “Remember our deal? All of my loans paid off, and part of your estate, as long as I stay married to you, keep you company, and keep any illicit affairs private.”

“Yes, my dear. I’m aware of our arrangement.” The chair moved closer. “I’m afraid, I won’t live out the summer. These cancer treatments have been harder on me than I thought.”

“Hey, you’re blocking the sun!” For the first time, the woman opened her eyes, brushed back her fiery locks, and glared up at the old man.

“I tell you I think I’ve only got a few weeks left, that I might be gone before my brother and his wife and daughter return, and all you can say is, I’m blocking the sun?”

“Well, we both knew you only had a few years left. Do you want me to call your brother? I can tell him he needs to come home.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” The old man uncovered a large hand mirror that had been sitting on his lap. “Did I ever tell you that you are my insurance plan?”

At this the woman gave the old man a confused look. “You said that when you asked me to marry you. What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute. Would you take a look at this mirror, it’s very old and immensely valuable?” At this he lifted the mirror using two hands to hold it steady.

The red head leaned toward the old man looking into the mirror. She loved looking at her reflection. “I think it’s broken I can’t see anything . . . wait, what? . . . Is that your . . .” her voice cut off abruptly.

The old man watched as her form shifted and changed. The transformation was surprisingly quick. Soft supple skin turned leathery and wrinkled, red hair pulled up and was replaced by wisps of grey that barely covered a liver-spotted and mostly bald head, breasts deflated as her chest shifted into an age sunken male upper body with bristly grey hair. Then, as the physical transformation slowed her sexy bikini stretched and changed becoming shirt and trousers. When it was over, the old man still frozen in the act of leaning forward, fell backward into the chair and struggling to breathe. Struggling to live. His eyes were alive with confusion and terror.

“I don't imagine you'll enjoy the next few weeks.”

The dying old man turned the mirror around and looked eagerly into its cloudy depths. The clouds swirled and formed a face. He grinned in delight as instead of his own face he saw the perfect face that looked up at him. The face of his twenty-nine-year-old wife, Cindy. Once the transformation was complete, the new woman stood up, stepping away from the wheelchair she hated, and stretched.

“Ah. I forgot how wonderful it feels to be young and healthy!” She glanced down at the amazing curves that now stretched and filled her bikini, “Being beautiful is very nice as well.”

“H-How?” The raspy voice gasped the question and the former man looked down.

“Magic my dear. I told you, you’ve always been my insurance plan. You didn’t really think I’d give you my wealth for a couple of years of companionship?”

“B-But . . . This is impossible.” The dying, ugly old man in the beach chair struggled to push himself into a sitting position.

“Not impossible. Still, you’ve been kind to me so I’ll make you a deal. Don’t tell anyone about our little swap, pretend to be me, and I’ll make it worth your time.”

“What? I-I don’t understand.”

“As I see it, you’ve got two choices. One you can cooperate, pretend to be me, and when I get back from Hawaii in three weeks, I’ll change you back. You were always my second choice after all. Or, you can try to tell the staff who you are. You will find that option to be very difficult and the staff will most likely think you’re losing your mind. But you could try.”

“Hawaii? Three weeks? P-Please, god, no. Don’t leave me like this!”

“Look at it this way, my dear. I needed a vacation from that old carcass. You wouldn’t deny your dying husband one last request? Just a short break from the pain of cancer and radiation treatments? Be good, I’ll see you when I get back. Oh, and don’t die on me while I’m gone!”

The woman, still holding the mirror spun around and glided toward the house. Then she paused to look over her shoulder, “Don’t try getting into your chair by yourself. You might fall into the pool or something. I’ll send one of the staff to come help you.”

Reaching the house, she couldn’t help adjusting the bikini top and bottom, “This damn thing is giving me no support and the string is riding up my ass. I’m buying a new, more tasteful, swimsuit as soon as I get to Hawaii!” Then she looked down at the mirror she was holding. “Right after I find a good safe place to hid you. The safe is straight out, that’s the first place she’ll look!”

As she entered the house the new woman was a little surprised that she didn’t feel any guilt. It was then that she realized that her desire to live outweighed any shred of decency or morality. ‘In fact,’ she thought, ‘the desire to live has always been humanity’s strong instinct.’

Steve got out of his truck and looking up at the ritzy apartment building, he felt a gentle evening breeze ruffle his dark hair. A weird shiver ran up and down his spine and he had to grab the driver’s door for a moment. There was something about being here, tonight, that left Steve feeling uneasy. He shook his head to dispel the strange superstitious sensation. His twin sister Mary had called and asked him to meet her here and if she saw him right now she’d laugh at him for getting yet another of those odd, “premonitions.”

Meeting up with his twin sister Mary wasn’t unusual, they were both living on campus and it was a six and a half-hour drive back home, not counting breaks for gas and food. They’d get together to talk or grab a meal at least once a week. Generally, they’d complain about school or gossip about relatives and the people from their small town who’d never left. However, getting a last-minute phone call on a Thursday night was a little out of the ordinary. Emergencies like this normally involved Steve needing to lift something heavy for Mary or do some work on her car. What was strange about tonight’s call was the location. This was Ivy Grant’s apartment building.

Ivy was a junior just like Steve and Mary and she was the only other person at the University from their tiny hometown in Minnesota. Ivy was the daughter, and only child, of one of the richest and most eccentric families in their home town and maybe the whole state, as far as Steve knew. Ivy and Mary had been classic frienemies in high school. Steve shook his head as he climbed the steps leading to the front doors. Both girls were very pretty and the tiny high school they’d once ruled had been too small for two such beauties. Steve had been oblivious to the social dynamic and had thought about asking Ivy out. That is until he’d told Mary! She’d quickly made it clear that he should stay away from Ivy.

Mary and Ivy had reconciled, sort of, when they’d arrived on campus and realized that there were quite a few girls who were just as pretty. They were no longer two big fish in a small social pond. Instead, they were a couple of fish in an ocean full of fish. They’d patched up their differences and their shared backgrounds, small town Minnesota, had helped them become friends. This year they’d both made it onto the varsity cheerleading squad for the University’s football team, so they were spending a lot of time together.

Still, as far as Steve knew, this was the first-time Mary had been over to Ivy’s apartment. Normally, Steve would meet Mary at her sorority house and they’d go out to dinner. Steve got to the security door, saw the name “Grant” and pushed the button next to it, apartment 4B.

“Come on up, Steve.”

Mary’s voice sounded a little funny coming out of the tiny speaker as the door clicked open. Steve’s first impression of the building was that it was classy. The marble floor and the golden elevator doors were impressive. Steve looked around trying to spot the stairs, only lazy people or the physically impaired used elevators, in his opinion. Not spotting the stairs he sighed and pushed the up button. In a few seconds, the elevator doors slid silently open. The building only had four floors and each floor had four apartments, based on the call buttons, except, for the top floor. The fourth floor apparently, had two apartments.

Steve grinned, “Nothing but the best for Ivy. I bet she pays more to live here for a semester than I do for housing and tuition combined.”

He knocked on the door and was slightly surprised when his sister opened it. Steve reached down and gave his sister a quick hug. A hug which she returned somewhat awkwardly. Steve dismissed the odd behavior and stepped into the apartment. There was once a time when she’d been slightly taller than him, but now at six two Steve towered over his sister’s five-foot seven-inch frame. Despite the height difference the family resemblance between the twins was strong. Black hair, blue eyes, and patrician noses marked them as siblings and when they’d been younger they’d often pretended to be each other, fooling more than one inattentive relative. Then puberty had hit. Mary developed the hourglass curves she’d inherited from their mother. While Steve had taken his dad’s height and athleticism.

“Steve, you’ve got to try this wine Ivy found!” Mary said, holding out a class of red wine.

“You know I don’t like wine.”

Steve accepted the glass from Mary and gave her a curious look. As he did he moved into the apartment and was impressed in spite of himself at the quality of the décor. Hard wood floors, expensive rugs, steel and glass furniture, it all screamed money!

“Come on, we’re sitting on the deck enjoying the weather and the view.”

Steve followed his sister through the living room and out a pair of sliding glass doors onto the deck. He glanced to his right and saw Ivy, already there relaxing with a glass of wine, leaning against a hot tub. A second bottle sat nearby on an outdoor patio table along with a plate of assorted cheese, crackers, and fruit. Steve couldn’t help his body’s reaction to Ivy. She was a sexy petite blonde with a button nose and an innocent girl next door face that said, “I’ve got no idea how gorgeous I am.” This was bull, of course, Ivy know exactly how good she looked.

Steve, his eyes drinking in her beauty as Ivy leaned against the hot tub. The tight jeans showed off Ivy’s sexy bottom and the black fuzzy sweater made Steve want to run his hands over the wondrous assets they hid. The neckline of the sweater was low enough to show Ivy’s creamy pale skin and just a hint of her amazing breasts. Steve turned away and walked to the back edge of the deck and leaned out over the rail pretending to examine the campus spread out below. In reality he was hiding his body’s reaction to Ivy. A boner at this point in the evening would have just been embarrassing.

“This is a really nice apartment. I love the view.”

“Me too.” Mary replied, and then after a pause Ivy added, “Thanks, I like it, and it beats living in the dorms or a sorority.” Ivy’s breathy almost childlike soprano responded. “Would you like a bite?”

‘Sure, but not the food,’ Steve thought, and then tried to hide a grunt. He was willing to bet Ivy had never lived in the dorms or considered anything so plebian as joining a sorority. He turned around and saw his sister had settled into a comfy looking chair, feet tucked up under her, by the table and Steve caught the two girls sharing a smirk. ‘What are they up too?’

“Maybe later. Mary what’s the emergency? You said I needed to get over here as fast as I could because you needed my help with something?” Then he laughed, “Let me guess, you just bought a piece of furniture and you need me to carry it up?” With that he flexed his biceps pleased at the way both girls watched him. He’d worked hard, in the weight room, since coming to school to develop his body.

“No, nothing needs to be moved. Hehehe . . . and, it’s not me, exactly, you see its Ivy that needs your help.”

“Okay?” Steve looked over at Ivy.

“I thought we could enjoy a glass of wine and relax for a few minutes first. But if you want to get right to it, I’ve got a problem. It boils down to this; I need to be in two places at once.”

When Steve remained silent Ivy sat her glass down and moved over to the railing a few feet from Steve. When she did Steve noticed that Ivy was several inches shorter than Mary.

“You know my crazy Uncle Philip?”

Steve shook his head but Mary jumped in, “You remember him, Steve, he was at our graduation. He was the guy walking around with a cane and a limp because of the fake leg?”

“Okay, I vaguely remember him, how exactly is this an emergency? And what do you mean, two places at once?”

“I’ll get to it. Just give me a second. Uncle Philip was always the black sheep of the family. Daddy thought he wasted most of his life traveling around the world exploring ruins and chasing crazy rumors about magical artifacts. He was into archeology and the occult and he spent lots of money on God knows what . . .” Ivy shook her head in amazement at her crazy Uncle. “There are some pretty wild stories in the family about him. But he was always nice to me.” At this Ivy paused to make eye contact with Steve. “Mom called . . . he, Uncle Philip, died yesterday. The funeral is set for Saturday afternoon.”

“Ivy, I’m so sorry for your loss. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Uncle Philip was a bit strange but as I said, he always liked me. He’s been fighting cancer for over a year and has really gone done hill lately, so this isn’t unexpected.

“I’m glad you’re okay, but I don’t understand. Can’t you could drive home tomorrow after class? Or if you’re really worried about getting there, you could let your professors know what’s going on and leave first thing in the morning. I don’t see the problem.”

“Sometimes you’re so dense Steve, this has nothing to do with classes. There’s a football game on Saturday. Ivy can’t miss it, or she might get cut from the squad.” Mary announced, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve took a sip of wine, looked over at his sister and then he glanced back at Ivy. “Surely, the coach won’t kick you off the squad? You’ve got a death in the family.”

“You don’t know Ms. Frost, nothing and I mean nothing, gets in the way of football and cheering the team on to victory. She’s got plenty of other girls dying to be on the squad.” Ivy answered.

“She’s cut people for less.” Mary added.

“Look I’m sorry to hear all of this but I don’t see how I can help you.”

“There is a way Steve. I never would have believed if Ivy hadn’t given me a demonstration.” Mary jumped in with a mischievous look Steve had learned to mistrust.

“Do you believe in magic?” Ivy asked.

“Real magic . . . like Harry Potter?” Steve glanced at Mary wondering what she’d told Ivy. “I may be studying to be a history teacher, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in science. Sure, there are examples of things that can’t be easily explained, but actual, real, magic? No, of course not.”

“I told you he’d say that,” Ivy laughed.

“Steve, for now just suspend your disbelief and assume that we’re telling you the truth and magic exists. What if I-er-we’ve got an artifact that could physically transform a person?” Mary asked.

“I’d have to see it to believe it, but even so how does this help’s Ivy.”

“I need you to go back to our home town and attend the funeral as Ivy.” Ivy said.

“Oh, this is rich, you call me over here to tell me you want to turn me into a copy of you so I can attend the funeral of your crazy uncle? I was supposed to be going out to dinner with Stacy tonight. I can’t believe you wasted my time with this nonsense.” Steve glared at Mary, “Luckily, Stacy accepted a rain check and we’re going out tomorrow night!”

Mary and Ivy exchanged looks.

“You didn’t believe me either until we used the mirror.” Mary said. Ivy nodded and giggled. “The only way he’ll believe is if we show him.”

“Wait, what?”

“Come with me please.” Ivy said, putting her hand on Steve’s arm.

Even though Steve was annoyed, the cool feeling of Ivy’s delicate fingers on his arm sent a thrill through him. Ivy was just so damn pretty! Even if she was crazy. ‘Fine, I’ll play along, for now.’ he added silently.

Ivy led Steve into the living room and let go of his arm and looked at Mary and nodded. “Why don’t you take it from here?”

Mary walked over to the mantel above a gas fireplace and took down an antique looking ornate hand mirror. The mirror looked like it was expensive, the handle had been crafted to look like a dark female angel with her black wings sweeping up to hold the mirror.

“I-er-Ivy, found this while going through her Uncle Philip’s antiques a few weeks ago. Along with the mirror there was a journal that explained how it worked.” Mary said in what sounded to Steve like a rehearsed story. Mary looked up at Steve careful to keep the mirror’s surface pointed at the floor. “We reset it before you came over, Steve.”

“It has six positions and they’re now all blank.” Ivy added.

Mary handed the mirror to Steve, “Go ahead, it won’t do anything to you . . . yet.”

Steve accepted the mirror and saw that a pair of snakes wound their way around the angel’s body until they flared up above her head. The symmetry spoke of amazing craftmanship and gave the illusion that they were creating a heart.

“This thing is heavy, what’s it made of?”

“I’m not sure,” Mary replied. “I think the snakes are made from platinum. The mirror is very old. Uncle Philip thought that a powerful witch created it so she could steal the bodies of younger women and in that way, live forever.”

Steve glanced into the mirror and he grinned roguishly at his dark-haired reflection before looking up. “Okay, I’ll bite, how is this magic mirror supposed to transform me into your doppelganger?”

This time Ivy accepted the mirror back and holding the angel with one hand she grabbed the base of the handle where it flared out at the angel’s feet. She twisted the base to the right and there was an audible click. “There are six settings. Twist it all the way around once and it’s at the first position. Twist it around twice and you’re at the second setting and so on until you get to six. If you turn it seven times it will act like a normal mirror. That’s the position Uncle Philip’s journal recommended leaving it when not using it. To reset the mirror, you turn the handle to the left and unscrew it until it separates from the mirror. Screw it back in and all the positions are blank.” Ivy handed the mirror to Steve, “Go ahead look now.”

Feeling nervous and excited, Steve looked into the mirror. At first, he saw nothing, no reflection at all, just a silver surface. “I must be a vampire, I’ve got no reflection.” Steve laughed. Suddenly, the mirror looked like it fogged up and just as quickly the fog faded and Steve was looking at his reflection. “Weird,” he muttered, “okay, it’s working now, so what?”

Ivy extended her hand, “Give it to me.” Steve complied and Ivy, careful not to look into the mirror, turned the handle twice the two loud clicks made Steve jump. ‘Why am I so nervous,’ he wondered. “Once you look into it the mirror captures your image. To get to the next setting, no matter which one you were on, you turn it to the right, to the number of clicks you’re looking for. Now it’s blank again so I’m going to store my image.”

With that Ivy held up the mirror and looked into it. Then she flashed Mary a smile, “Do you want to store yours?”

Mary shook her head, “Later.”

With a shrug, Ivy rotated the handle again causing three loud clicks. “I’ve stored both of our images for safety, one of the things Uncle Philip suggested is to always have a backup.” Then she lifted the mirror and looked into it again. After a moment, she smiled and handed it to Steve, “Are you ready for some magic?”

Steve could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up, something told him not to take the mirror, but he couldn’t back out now. Slowly, he accepted the mirror. Ivy had been careful to give it to Steve face down. With butterflies churning in his stomach Steve turned the mirror over. For a moment, all he saw was fog, then shock raced through him, instead of his own face, he was looking at Ivy’s reflection.

“W-What?” A strange tingling feeling washed over Steve and he realized he couldn’t move. His skin started to buzz and then he felt things shifting around. A blonde curtain of long hair fell in a waterfall over his face obstructing his vision. He would have gasped at the sharp pain in his crotch as his manhood drew up into his body. Still frozen, looking into Ivy’s reflection Steve could feel his body getting smaller as the room around him seemed to grow. Then he felt his chest swell as a pair of boobs pushed out from his chest. The changes to his body began to slow down and then there was a new sensation. He wanted to gasp as his clothing started to squirm, writhe, crawl, change and shift. He felt bra straps dig into his shoulders as a pair of cups cradled his new fleshy orbs, lifting and supporting his supple assets. Then it was over and Steve let out a startled gasp dropping the mirror and holding his tiny hands up.

“I-I, I’m a woman?!” The light breathy voice would have made Steve wince if his male brain wasn’t being assaulted by other far more profound changes.

“I don’t know what that mirror is made of, but it must be tough, considering how often over the years it must have been dropped.” Mary noted, glancing at Ivy. She was watching the transformed man with a strange fascination. Mary moved forward and picked up the mirror careful not to look into it and turned the base of the handle around seven times.

Steve paid no attention to what was going on, instead, he slowly brought his hands to his chest. The sensation of gripping a pair of tits combined with the feeling of having his new soft delicate flesh groped was almost too much. Then remembering the pain from his crotch Steve dropped a delicate hand to groin. The smooth flat surface between his thighs confirmed his fear. “It’s gone.”

Looking up Steve saw that both women were looking at him with wide grins. Then Mary lifted the glass of wine she’d collected after retrieving the mirror, while Steve had been distracted exploring his new flesh, and in a mock toast said, “I should hope so. A penis on that sexy body would be horrible.”

Ivy walked around Steve who was still too stunned to do much more than examine his new flesh, and then glanced over at Mary, “You know, this may sound narcissistic, considering my current form, but I’m damn hot!” Then with a laugh added, “I’ve got to admit, Mary was right. Those jeans make Ivy’s butt look really sexy.”

Mary giggled, “Oh, god, Steve the look on your face right now is priceless.”

Steve placed his hands on his feminine hips and glared at Ivy, “Okay you proved your point. Magic exists, now turn me back.” As he spoke one hand reached up to touch his throat, as Steve realized for the first time that his voice was now a perfect breathy copy of Ivy’s.

At this Mary moved to stand in front of Steve and grabbed each of his hands stopping the panic that was rising and forcing Steve to look up into her eyes. “Steve, what are you talking about? Don’t you see this is a perfect opportunity! You always said that you wondered what it was like to be me, to be Mary. Remember, when we were small and we used to dress in each other’s clothes and try to trick people into thinking that we were each other? You aren’t me, but now’s your chance to see what it’s like to be a woman! If you do this then we’ll both owe you a favor!”

Steve looked into his sister’s eyes noticing that she was taller than him, by several inches, and felt his resolve weaken. He loved Mary and would do just about anything for her. He was also a little jealous of all the attention she got and had always wondered what life would have been like if they’d been identical twins, if they’d both been girls.

“No, I’m sorry Mary. You’re right I’ve said I wanted to know what it felt like, and now I do! Just change me back, please.”

“What if I give you an added incentive?”

At this Steve glanced over at the sexy blonde, “What do you mean?”

“I’m rich. Do this for me and I’ll pay you a thousand dollars a day. Today’s Thursday, you can switch back once you get back from the funeral on Sunday. Four thousand dollars for a weekend? What do you say?”

“What?!” Mary glared at Ivy. “Four thousand dollars!”

“It’s just money . . . I’m rich and I’m asking a lot of poor Steve here. It’s the least you-er-I can do.”

“But that’s a whole month’s allowance.”

“And money well spent if it keeps me on the squad and gets me out of going home for a funeral.”

Steve was stunned, magic wasn’t real. Men just don’t change into women. Then his mind latched onto one cold hard fact. Four thousand dollars would go a long way, and he was a broke college student. A tiny voice in the back of his mind also reminded him, that if he was being honest, Mary was right, he’d always wanted to know what it felt like to be a woman.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he interrupted the bickering women. “For you, Ivy, and you sis, but both of you owe me, big time.”

“Excellent! Now that that’s settled, we need to test something,” Ivy said, looking at Steve. “Steve, tell me your name?”

“I’m Ivy Grant.” Steve replied and then a shocked look came over his cute face. “I-I meant to say that I’m Ivy . . . no that’s not right, I’m Ivy, Ivy Grant!”

Mary couldn’t suppress a laugh, “Wow, the look on his-er-your-er-her face. Priceless.”

“What’s going on?” Steve looked back and forth at Mary and Ivy.

“As I said, the witch who crafted the mirror used it to steal other women’s bodies to prolong her life. One of the effects of the mirror is that it won’t let you admit to being anyone other than the person who’s body you’re wearing.”

“That will help Steve pull off pretending to be Ivy, but look at him. The way he’s standing there is so butch.” Ivy noted.

“Steve, walk around the room for us.” Mary commanded.

Feeling silly and self-conscious Steve slowly made his way around the living room. The sound of his heeled boots on the hardwood, the feeling of hips and boobs moving, back-and-forth, up-and-down, side-to-side, within the soft sweater . . . it was almost more than his male brain could handle. ‘How is it possible to have so many body parts moving in so many directions all at once?’

“See?” Mary asked, “My gaydar is going off like crazy. I’d swear if I didn’t know that was Steve, I’d say that she’s butch.” Then Mary continued, “Steve, the magic of the mirror will help you adjust. It’ll change your mannerisms and helps make you increasingly comfortable your new body.” Then she glanced at Ivy who chimed it.

“According to Uncle Philip’s journal, if you’re in that body long enough you’ll even start to gain some of Ivy’s-er-my memories. I’ve used the mirror a few times and what you need to do is stop thinking.”

Ivy glanced at Mary who gave a small nod, as if to approve what she was about to do. Ivy moved forward to stand right in front of her clone. “Close your eyes.”

“This isn’t going to work,” Steve noted, and closed his eyes. “Everything is so different, so . . . uncomfortable.”

“Relax, stop thinking.” Ivy moved around behind Steve and then whispered into his ear, “Tell me your name?”

“I’m Ivy Grant.” Steve felt a slight shiver run through his body but kept his eyes closed.

“Are you a man or a woman?”

“A woman.” Another shiver.

“Take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Another. Another. Feel how your breasts push up against your bra, it’s a feeling you’ve known since 8^th grade, it’s nothing new or uncomfortable, it’s the most natural thing in the world, isn’t it?”

Steve wanted to shout, “NO!” Instead, he heard his voice softly respond, “Yes.”

“Bend one knee and now the other . . . again . . . again, keep breathing deeply, feel how your hips move, the way your thighs rub against each other. Feel the strain of your jeans as you flex your sexy bottom. The tight fit of the material against your crotch, the seam of the jeans, as it pushes against your pussy. The feeling is so erotic, so sexy, so feminine, you love it . . . Ivy . . . don’t you?”

Steve felt the words sink into his mind and couldn’t resist following her commands. As Ivy spoke he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his mind, he tried to ignore the feeling. Then he heard his soft voice, now throaty with desire as new erotic sensations filled him. “Oh, god . . . yes.”

“Feeling sexy and feminine gives you confidence, makes you feel strong and in control. You know there isn’t a man out there who wouldn’t want to make love to you. You love the feeling of power this gives you, admit it.”

“Y-Yes,” Steve felt his skin flushed, his mind seemed on fire with new sensations.

“Now, without thinking about it, walk over to the table, where you left your wine, pick up the glass take a sip and tell me how it tastes.”

Steve opened his eyes glanced over at the coffee table where he’d set his glass down when he’d accepted the mirror. He walked over to it, bent over slightly and picked up the glass before turning around and saluting Mary and Ivy. Then Steve took a delicate sip. The strong dry flavor of the wine exploded across Steve’s tongue. ‘Wow, this is really good,’ he thought.

“Oh. My. God!” Mary said, looking from Steve to Ivy and back. “That was amazing. He looked and moved just like you.”

“If he’s not thinking about it, the magic will take care of his mannerisms. I wanted to distract him and get him thinking about something else and then have him walk across the room.”

Steve looked at the two women and lifted a delicate hand to brush his long blonde hair out of his face, “I still don’t feel comfortable.”

“You will.” Mary replied, “The longer you’re in Ivy’s body, the more comfortable you’ll become. Who knows, before long maybe you’ll prefer it to your original body.” The comment sent a shiver down Steve’s spine and he opened his mouth to demand Ivy change him back, but Ivy lifted a hand in warning.

“Don’t get any ideas, I like my body and my life and there isn’t room for two Ivy Grant’s so when you get back I’m restoring you to your former male body, Steve Pierson.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I might have been curious to know what it felt like to be a woman, but I don’t want to BE a woman. I prefer my life and body, thank you very much!”

“Now that we’ve settled all of that it’s time for Steve to get on the road.”

Steve flashed Mary a surprised look. “W-What?”

“Yes, Steve, my car is already packed. You should be able to drive for at least three or four hours tonight and then get a room. That way, if you get an early start you’ll be home by mid-morning. The reading of the will is at noon on Friday and you’ll need to be there for that. The funeral is set for Saturday.” Ivy added.

“Wait, I’ve got a life here too! I’ve got a test tomorrow at 8 am. I can’t miss that!” Then with a look of panic, “I-I’ve got my makeup date with Stacy tomorrow night. If I miss that she won’t go out with me again!”

Mary and Ivy shared a quick look. “He’s your brother.”

“He’s doing you the favor.”

“And I’m paying four grand for it!”

Steve looked back and forth between them trying to follow the conversation. “We’re supposed to go bowling with my roommate and his girlfriend and then dinner.”

“Fine, you take the test, since you’ve got the same class just a different session. I’ll cancel my date with Ted and go out with Stacy.”

“No, I’ll do them both. I know Steve’s roommate and I’m friends with Becky, his girlfriend, she’s in my sorority. It’ll be easier for me to do both.”

Mary looked at Steve, “Okay. You’d better get going Steve or should I say Ivy. Hehehe . . . You need to get a few hours of driving in tonight.”

Steve, more confused than ever and unable to follow the conversation just nodded, “I guess so.” With a glare he added, “Just don’t screw up my life while I’m gone!” Then he turned around to head out and paused. “Uhm . . . Ivy, I think I need your purse, keys, and driver’s license.”

“By the door dear. I packed a purse for you and a second one for me with my student ID. You’ve got my driver’s license in your purse, but I’m keeping my cell phone.”

“What about my phone, wallet, and keys? They were all in my pockets when I looked into the mirror!”

“Don’t worry, when Mary looks at your reflection she’ll get all of those things during the transformation.”

“How will we communicate while I’m gone? If I don’t even have a phone?”

“I put my iPad mini in the purse. We can FaceTime or use WhatsApp to call each other. My Mercedes is a mobile 4G hotspot so you should be able to call us from the road if you need too.”

Feeling a little better Steve picked up the purse Ivy had packed and headed out. After Steve shut the door both girls looked at each other and burst into giggles.

“I never thought your big, strong brother would agree to be a cute girl for the weekend.”

“I told you he’d do it. We just had to keep him off balance.”

“More wine?” Ivy asked.

“Sure, but then we need to change back. I need to get back to the House.”

“To a successful weekend!” The girls clinked glasses.

The girl who looked like Ivy, but was actually Mary, shook her head, “I can’t believe how easy it was to trick Steve. He never suspected a thing.”

“We did a good job rehearsing our stories. I mean, I never knew you two used to dress up as each other and fool your relatives, that is so cool. It makes me wish I had a brother.”

“Hehehe. It was always fun pretending to be the boy. I’d go outside play with the neighborhood boys and get muddy and track through the house and spy on Steve playing with my dolls!”

“I never got to go outside and get muddy or play with other kids. My mother always insisted on proper behavior. If I hadn’t begged Daddy she would have sent me away to an all-girls boarding school.”

Mary gave Ivy a hard look. “Not to change the subject, but how did you get the mirror, again?”

At this Ivy in Mary’s body settled onto her sofa and tucked her legs under her bottom. “Uncle Phillip and his bimbo wife Cindy had a fight and Cindy had taken off to Hawaii. The little gold-digger only married Philip for his money! Anyway, Philip locked himself in his house on the estate and wouldn’t talk to anyone. We’d just gotten back from Ireland and the annual End-of-Summer charity auction was coming up. When Uncle Philip refused to come out Daddy asked me to go through the boxes of old artifacts and antiques Philip kept in storage on the estate. He wanted me to pick out several pieces to donate. I did, and that’s when I found the mirror and Philip’s journal in the secret drawer to an antique jewelry cabinet. I didn’t really think it would work, but brought the mirror back to school with me to test.”

“Wow, and now your Uncle is dead?”

Ivy nodded, “Yeah, pretty sad. But to be honest I think he was developing Alzheimer’s. After Cindy took off he just acted too weird. He had all kinds of memory problems and he mostly locked himself in his room.”

Mary flashed Ivy a wicked smile, “How do you think Steve will do?”

Ivy giggled and took a sip of wine before answering. “He’ll be fine. I’ve only used the mirror once, well not counting right now, anyway, I had no problem fooling people. According to the journal, the magic has a way of helping you to adjust. Besides, my family will be so caught up in family politics that if Steve just stays quiet no one will notice.”

“Okay,” Mary in Ivy’s body stood up and grabbed the mirror, “Four clicks? You first or me?”

The sound of the phone next to the bed ringing loudly pulled Steve from the depths of sleep. Groggily, he reached for it knocking the receiver off the hook before picking it up.

“Yes?”

“Ms. Grant? This is your six-a.m. wakeup call.”

“Thank you.” The line went dead. For a long moment, Steve lay back enjoying the comfort of the soft bed and the pillows of various sizes he’d arranged around his body last night. Then as if to check that his memories hadn’t tricked him Steve lifted a lock of blonde hair out of his face. ‘Oh, god, it wasn’t a dream.’ When he sat up he felt the heavy shifting on his chest and he looked down at the white chemise and memories came rushing back.

He’d felt giddy when he’d spotted Ivy’s light blue Mercedes-AMG GT convertible and hadn’t been able to resist putting the top down and turning up the music. Driving for almost four hours last night, especially in Ivy’s sports car had forced Steve to focus on everything he was doing except his body. Then fatigue set in. Steve could normally have pulled an all-night road trip but his new, smaller, weaker body was rebelling. Either that or the magical transformation had taken more out of his body than he’d thought. After hitting the rumble strips on the side of the highway twice he decided he had to stop for the night. Steve spotted a sign for the Holiday Inn at Mason City Iowa and excited the highway.

The clerk looked up sleepily when he walked in and then seeing Steve straightened up. “How may I help you miss?”

Steve wanted to say, “My eyes are up here.” Instead, as business like as he could manage said, “I need a single room for the night, and a six-a.m. wakeup call.”

“Yes, ma’am, I need to see some identification and a credit card.”

Steve sat his little black purse on the counter and quickly found the wallet Ivy had packed. Just as she’d promised it held a driver’s license and credit card. Once the clerk had made her a key card Steve returned to Ivy’s car. It took a few minutes to find a spot under a light post, but some instinct warned him not to park in a dark spot so late at night. After parking Ivy’s car Steve popped the trunk and saw the bag Ivy had packed. To his surprise, it was an enormous looking suitcase.

“What the hell? Why do I need a suitcase? I’m only going to be home for part of Friday, all of Saturday, and then the drive back to school Sunday.”

Then he noticed the hanging bag and a small case he assumed was a makeup kit. “She couldn’t possibly need this much stuff!” Steve reached into the trunk and with one hand tried to lift out the suitcase. When it barely moved, he grunted in surprise. “What does she have in there? Weights? It can’t be this heavy.” Using two hands, Steve heaved at the suitcase managing to lift it out of the trunk, and immediately dropped it to the ground as soon as it cleared the back of the car, just missing his toes.

“Crap!”

Steve looked down at his pencil thin arms. “I-I’ve got no strength!” Steve lifted out the makeup kit and closed the trunk. “It’s a good thing this suitcase has a handle and wheels!” With a sigh of relief, he rolled the case toward the hotel.

“Need some help miss?” The male voice startled Steve and he looked to one side and spotted a tall man cloaked in shadows. There was a red flare as he took a pull on his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under a foot. “Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have to wrangle such a large suitcase by herself.”

For the first-time Steve realized just how tiny, how weak, and how vulnerable he was to strange men. He glanced at the entrance which was now only ten or fifteen feet away. “I think I can manage, thanks, for the offer.”

Not waiting for a response Steve hurried forward feeling the strain in his much smaller body. The hotel doors slid open and he hurried to the elevator. There was a chime and the doors opened. Steve stepped in and pressed the button for the fourth floor. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator and let out a sigh, his heart starting to slow down. He’d never realized just how vulnerable a woman, alone, at night, in a strange town might be.

Just before the doors closed a hand jammed between them forcing them open. Steve caught the scent of cigarette smoke and then a tall man with a short beard and a biker’s vest stepped into the elevator.

“Hi sweet, cheeks, hope you don’t mind sharing a ride.” The lewd look directly down Steve’s cleavage gave him no doubt as to what the guy was really talking about.

“What floor?” Steve nodded toward the elevator control panel.

“Same floor as you, isn’t that lucky?” The guy noted and then grinned, “I grabbed a case of beer earlier, wanna come back to my room and party? I promise, it’ll be a good time.”

“Uh, thanks, but I’ve got to be on the road early. Oh, silly me, I picked the wrong floor.” With a quick jab, Steve hit the third-floor button. A second later the elevator chimed, “My stop, have a good night.”

Steve dragged the suitcase off the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when the guy didn’t follow him. More than a little afraid Steve hauled the suitcase to the stairwell planning to take the stairs down just to be safe. The sound of the case bouncing from the first step to second step echoed in the stairwell. Grabbing the handle with both of his tiny hands Steve struggled down the steps to the ground floor. Steve felt his heart racing and realized he’d started sweating from carrying the suitcase.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” he muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Once rested he used the handle and rollers and returned to the front desk where he saw the same night clerk, still looking bored.

“Excuse me, could I get your help?”

“What’s the problem?”

Steve read the clerk’s name tag, “John, I got up to my room and when I got to the door I thought I heard something inside the room. You’re a big, strong man, do you think you could come up and make sure that it’s safe? I’m not very good at confrontations.”

The comment and complement caused the clerk, who couldn’t have been much more than twenty-one, to puff up with pride. “Sure, I’d be happy too.”

When they got to Steve’s floor he breathed a sigh of relief when there wasn’t any sign of the biker. Steve used his key card to open the room and John turned on the lights and went in looking around. “I don’t see anything ma’am, are you sure you heard something?”

“Uhm, I guess not, I’m sorry to bother you.” On inspiration Steve reached into his purse and pulled out a twenty. “For the trouble, I caused you.”

“Thanks, ma’am.” The clerk moved to the door and paused, “Once I leave you should use the deadbolt and chain on the door. A pretty girl like yourself, you can’t be too careful.”

“Trust me, I will.”

Steve shook his head to clear the memories. After all of that he’d opened the suitcase and found toiletries and a nightgown. Still thinking about how he’d escaped the biker he breezed through Ivy’s normal night time ritual. His hands seemed to know what to do as he removed his makeup, brushed out his long blonde hair, brushed and flossed his amazingly white teeth, and applied a moisturizer to his face.

Everything felt so normal that it wasn’t until he stripped out of the tight clothes he’d been wearing and unhooked his bra that the strangeness of the situation hit him. The relief, from around his chest, as his boobs now hung free felt wonderful and it was that sensation that caused him to freeze, bra in hand.

“Why do women wear these torture devices?”

A little voice in the back of his mind answered the question, ‘Because they make the “girls” look fantastic and men love it.’ Then Steve looked around and realized what he’d been doing. “Oh, shit. Ivy said that the magic would help me adjust, if I didn’t think about it.” Then a thought hit him, “What if I get too comfortable? Oh, god. The sooner I change back the better.”

Steve glanced down at the boobs hanging from his chest and couldn’t resist the urge to wiggle his shoulders from side to side. “Hehehehe . . . I always said that if I had tits I’d never leave the house.” Slowly he ran his hands over the creamy skin and gasped at the sensitivity of his bright pink nipples. “I need to go to bed, or I’ll end up playing with these all night!”

Returning to the suitcase Steve found and then held up a white chemise. “Well, I guess this is what girls wear.” The waterfall of silk fabric over his sensitive skin, as he slid into the chemise, had a sensual quality he’d never felt from any garment as a man. Although, something felt off. Using his hands, he moved his breasts around in the top of the garment, adjusting them until they were comfortable.

“Wow, this thing was designed with built-in support for the girls! I never realized women’s clothes were so complicated.”

Then he spotted the matching panties. Without really thinking about it he slid the panties he’d been wearing all day, down his soft smooth legs and then climbed into the new ones. Once dressed for bed he caught his reflection in the mirror above the desk and froze feeling stunned. Then blonde woman staring back at him was stunningly pretty.

He watched, feeling surreal, as the woman copied his every move. He blew her a kiss and laughing posed for his reflection, ‘Ivy Grant is a hottie! I guess that means I’m a hottie!’ Abruptly, Steve felt tired and with a soft feminine sigh turned out the lights and climbed into bed.

At first Steve thought, there was no way he’d fall asleep. His body felt so strange and the massive lumps of flesh on his chest made it hard to sleep on his stomach, like normal. After he’d arranged the pillows so he could sleep on his side he realized the soft bed and pillows were very comfortable. As he lay there he replayed the events of the day in his mind and drifted off into the deep dreamless sleep of mental and physical exhaustion.

Now, after stretching, Steve swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. As soon as he did he realized just how tall the bed was. “No, it’s not the bed, I’m just more than a foot shorter than I’m used to!”

Feeling the carpet under his soft tiny feet Steve walked carefully to the bathroom. Every step caused his boobs, hips, and butt to move in unfamiliar ways. Steve had to fight the urge to reach up and hold the flesh on his chest still. When he stepped onto the cold tiles in the bathroom he felt his skin prickle up in reaction.

“Is everything more sensitive in this body?!” Then Steve felt a pressure, “Oh, damn, I need to take a piss!”

He hurried to the toilet and only paused for a moment before putting the seat down and turning around. Sitting down to pee was a first. After squeezing and relaxing experimentally Steve figured out how to release a powerful stream of urine and sighed in relief.

“Okay, I’ve got to get to Brainerd, Minnesota by noon if I’m going to make the reading of the will. It shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours from here so I’ve got time.” Then it hit him, “I’ll need to dress for the reading, I bet that’s what the hanging bag was for. I’ll need formal clothes and they’d have gotten wrinkled in the suitcase.”

Steve glanced down at the slim lady’s watch on his wrist. “If I leave by seven I can stop for breakfast and still be there by nine thirty. That should give me plenty of time to change into formal clothes.”

Steve wiped his soft round bottom and then got the shower going. After brushing his teeth, he pulled his blonde hair back into a ponytail and then without thinking about it pinned it up to keep it dry. Once ready he pushed the shower curtain to one side and stepped into the bathtub. At first, he was all business. Get clean and then get out. However, the feeling of soft skin, slick with body-wash was distracting and as he massaged his boobs he felt a heat build in his crotch.

“I used to dream about playing with these tits. I just never thought they’d be attached to my body when I finally got my hands on them!”

His nipples were so sensitive and he couldn’t resist the urge to lift a fun-bag to his mouth, slightly surprised that they were large enough for him to reach. The feeling of his mouth on his own nipple sent an erotic thrill through him. The water on his soft chest felt good but his own teeth on his slightly rubbery nipple was like a jolt of electricity that shot through his nubile body from chest to groin and back.

Gasping he rubbed his thighs together as the empty achy feeling in his crotch doubled . . . there was an itch, an itch that could only be scratched from the inside. Slowly, sensuously he ran a hand down his flat tummy to his pussy finding his flower already open with need. The nub of flesh above his slit demanded attention and the instant shock of pleasure he got from stroking it caused him to moan and forget about his tits.

As he stroked his clit Steve slipped a finger into his hole. The feelings were amazing and soon he slid a second finger into his pussy while continuing to work on his clit. Steve’s knees went weak and he gradually slid down to the shower floor spreading his knees wide for better access. The full heat of the shower massaged his boobs while the hot water gradually filled the bottom of the combination tub-shower adding a new heat to his crotch. His soft slow stroking gained speed as the carnal sensations built. In-out-in-out with one hand while the other alternated between stroking his clit and massaging his glorious fun-bags.

The toe curling explosive release left Steve gasping. It was like his whole body had been turned into an erogenous zone and the orgasm made every nerve ending feel alive. Gasping Steve slowly, on shaky legs, climbed to his feet. For several long seconds, he stood under the water trying to come to grips with what had just happened.

Then reality intruded, “Shit, I still have to get up to Brainerd by noon, and now I’ve got to dry my hair!”

Mary knocked on the door to Ivy’s apartment. After a moment, it opened and she caught the scent of fresh coffee.

“Hey, come on in, Steve . . . hehehe.” Ivy stepped back to make room and Mary felt a flash of jealousy for her beauty, then what she’d said sank in.

“Very funny!”

“You might as well start getting into your new role. You’re about to become a super cute guy.”

“You think my brother’s cute?”

“Hell, yes! Girl, don’t you have eyes? He was a little skinny and a bit on the nerdy side in high school. But he’s changed since he got here.”

“Well, he played tennis in high school and focused on endurance and speed. He’s been lifting weights for the last two years,” then giggling, “he pretends not to know how he looks but he’s always finding an excuse to take off his shirt and fish for compliments.”

Ivy picked up the mirror and twisted the handle. The five loud clicks caused Mary to jump.

“Why five?”

“Remember? It’s always best to store your image before you use someone else’s image. Steve’s saved image is in slot one. Mine is in slot two. The image of Steve replaced mine in slot three. Slot four has a copy of me in it from us switching back last night. Your saved image will soon be into slot five.”

Feeling nervous Mary reached out to take the mirror. “You said it has six slots?”

“That’s right. If you turn it around seven times it functions just like a normal mirror. To reset it, all I have to do is turn the handle to the left and unscrew it from the mirror. Once it’s unscrewed all the images are lost so be careful not to do that!”

More than a little excited Mary looked into the mirror. For a moment all she saw was its silver surface. Then it clouded over and when it cleared she was looking at her own image. “Okay, done.”

“Turn it to the right three clicks and look into it.”

Holding the mirror in one hand and the handle in the other Mary rotated it. Click. Click. Click. Then she glanced down. All she saw was a silver surface, then once again it clouded over. When it cleared, even though she was expecting it, Mary was surprised to see brother’s face, just as she’d seen it yesterday, staring up at her. The look was a slightly startled one and then she couldn’t move.

A tingle raced through her body and she could feel her skin moving around, shifting, changing. Slowly, the room shrank and Mary realized she was growing. Just then there was a popping sensation along her spine and she felt her hips moving. The normal weight of breasts on her chest shifted into broad flat pectoral muscles. Mary felt her clothes split under the pressure of her growing body but they didn’t fall away. Instead, they shifted into the casual jeans and collared shirt Steve had been wearing yesterday. The tingling in her groin became almost a fire and she felt her new cock and balls drop from the hole that used to be her vagina. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

Gasping Mary realized she could move and she stumbled back a step. “Oh, fuck, that is so weird.” At the sound of Steve’s deep voice she almost dropped the mirror. Instead, she sat it face down on the coffee table and turned to look at Ivy.

“Wow, you look tiny!”

“HA! You’re all big and manly!”

“I’ve got to see this.” Mary announced, and headed to the bathroom. Turning on the light she froze at the sight of Steve looking back at her from the mirror. “Oh. My. God. If I hadn’t already been through this once I’d never believe it!”

Ivy stepped into the doorway looking at Mary. “Does it feel weird, being a guy?”

Mary glanced back over her shoulder at Ivy. “Yes! No . . . I’m not sure. I mean this thing between my legs is creeping me out a little. I’m so much bigger! But I’m still human, two arms, two legs . . . Yeah. It’s weird. How long have you had that mirror?”

“Since we got back from summer break. I found it over the summer but didn’t want to try it while I was home. So, I waited until we were back in school. Last week I transformed myself into Ms. Jennings, our cheerleading coach, just to see if it would work.”

“How did you get her to look into it?”

“I didn’t, I turned it two clicks and then pulled it out of my bag when she wasn’t looking and pointed it at her. I felt it vibrate in my hand. I figured it had captured her image. It was really weird becoming a forty-year-old coach. Even if she was a dancer and is still in great shape. Hehehe . . . Her sexy husband didn’t know the difference.”

“WHAT? Don’t tell me you had sex with her husband!”

“Well, he was a professional football player and I’d never been with a black guy before.” Ivy shrugged, “I’ve got to say, the stories are all true, he’s got a cock like a race horse.”

Mary shook her head, “You are so BAD! Hehehehe . . . Weren’t you worried she’d catch you?”

“Not really, I knew she was in the office in the rec building and her husband’s office is in the football facility. I changed in the lady’s room in the facility and then went up to his office shut and locked the door and seduced him. Hehehe . . . he said, we should do it in his office more often. Best lunch break he’d ever had.”

“That is so wrong . . . You don’t still have her image stored in the mirror do you?”

“Ha! No . . . why? Looking to give it a try?” At Mary’s glare Ivy shook her head sending blonde locks dancing, “Don’t worry, I reset all the slots before you and Steve came over.”

Mary glanced down at her watch, “7:30 am, I need to get to Steve’s class.” She pushed past Ivy and went into the living room and picked up the mirror careful to keep it pointing at the floor. “When can I change back?”

Ivy had followed Mary and held out her hand for the mirror. “Uncle Philip said to wait at least four hours. The transformation puts stress on the body and if you try to change too soon the magic just won’t work.”

“Do you have any classes this morning?”

“On a Friday? Of course not! Now the mirror, please.” Ivy took another step toward Mary.

Mary extended the mirror and then at the last second turned it so the surface was pointed at Ivy and held it up so that it was only an inch from Ivy’s face and felt the mirror vibrate. Ivy froze. Then Mary watched in fascination as blonde curls were replaced by long straight midnight tresses. Ivy’s enormous chest seemed to deflate as her breasts shrank to match Mary’s former cleavage. Then Ivy grew going from her five-foot-one height to Mary’s five-seven. As Ivy’s physical changes started to slow down her clothes shifted going from the PJs she’d been wearing to the yoga pants, sweat shirt, and Uggs Mary’d been wearing when she came over.

Ivy stumbled back a step and shook her head. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, but I’ve got a class from ten to eleven, and from what you just told me I can’t change back until eleven thirty. I’ll need you to go to my French class for me. Good thing you had four years of French in high school.”

“Bitch! You could have warned me.”

“You might have said no. Hehehe . . . Ivy, I love you like a sister but you hate mornings. Besides I didn’t know how long I’d be stuck as Steve.” And with a deliberate twist Mary turned the handle seven clicks. “There, now it’s just a normal mirror,” and she handed it to Ivy. “My purse is right there, I’ll meet you back here for lunch, sister.”

“HA! Very funny, brother.”

“We can both change back at noon, then I need to go to my history test at one and I’ve got a chemistry lab at 3; unless you want to go for me?”

“Chemistry? Yuk. You know I hate the sciences. I’ll sit through French but then we’re changing back.”

Steve pulled into the winding drive that led to the Grant estate. Even though it was in the middle of nowhere the estate was gorgeously maintained. The grounds-crew kept the lawn and gardens perfectly groomed and the wrought iron fence singled the transition from the out property and the estate itself. Steve coasted to a stop in front of the gate that protected the drive. Before he could roll his window down and push the button on the kiosk next to the driveway he heard a buzzing sound and the gate swung open.

“Please go on up to the main house Ms. Grant. Your mother is expecting you.”

The voice from the speaker had a slight metallic sound but was easy to hear even with the window up. Steve had only been on the Grant estate once growing up, it had been when they held the fall formal on the grounds because the high school gym had been undergoing renovations.

“Don’t think, just drive,” he muttered, “Hi, I’m Ivy. Ivy Grant. I’m a rich, spoiled brat, I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. I’m a girl, I love being a girl, my name is Ivy and I grew up here. My crazy Uncle Philip was my favorite Uncle.” He practiced pouting, “I’m very sad that he passed away. Although, I’m sure he’s in a better place.”

As Steve spoke he felt a slight chill at the sweet sound of his new voice and a tingle in the back of his mind as he tried to get into the role he doubted he could pull off. Without thinking he parked the car by the fountain in front of the steps that led up to the main entrance.

Back at the hotel Steve had changed his mind about getting dressed after he got to Ivy’s house. Instead, he’d taken his time, collected the hanging bag, and picked out what he assumed was a professional looking outfit. Then it took him three tries to get his makeup right, but at last he was ready to leave. During the drive he’d run into construction and had been further delayed. By the time he reached Ivy’s place he was glad that he’d already changed and was ready for the reading of the will.

Steve opened the door and climbed out careful to keep his knees together. The black pencil skirt went perfectly with the blouse and jacket Ivy had obviously intended for this meeting. Steve stood up and took off his sunglasses as a man in a dark uniform seemed to materialize at his elbow.

“Howard,” he said, handing his keys to the middle-aged butler, “where are they?”

“They’ve gathered in the library, Miss Ivy.”

“Oh? Am I late?”

“Not at all Ma’am, the reading will start in thirty minutes. There are refreshments set out and everyone except Ms. Cindy is here.”

At the name of Uncle Philip’s twenty-nine-year-old trophy wife Steve grimaced. ‘Ivy must really dislike her,’ he thought, as he started walking toward the main building. The click-clack of his four-inch platform heels on the stone went unnoticed as the image of a woman with an amazing figure and fiery hair flitted through Steve’s mind.

“Oh, Howard, have someone take my bags up to my room, please.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Welcome home, Ma’am.”

Steve glanced over his shoulder at the butler and flashed him Ivy’s most charming smile. “Thank you. Although, I must admit, I’m not feeling quite myself.” ‘Better start planting a few seeds to explain any odd behavior now,’ Steve thought.

Howard moved to Steve’s side and offered an arm. “I’m sure it’s just the emotion over Philip’s death. Even though we expected it, it still felt sudden.”

Steve laced his arm through Howards as they headed up the steps. “How did it happen?”

“We’re not exactly sure. When the staff brought him his breakfast there wasn’t any response. That wasn’t unusual, Grace left the tray by the door. At lunch when Lily brought him his tray the breakfast tray hadn’t been touched. There was no answer when she knocked so she called me. I unlocked the door and we found Philip in bed. We think he passed away in the night.”

Steve glanced up at the butler and saw he was staring straight ahead. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s not my place Ma’am.”

Steve stopped by the doors to the house and turned to face Howard. “You’ve known me since I was a little girl. I can handle it, and it would be best if I knew before I see the family. What else did you see?”

Howard shrugged, “Nothing really. Next to the bed was an empty bottle of sleeping pills. Philip had trouble sleeping this summer, after Miss Cindy left.” Then he looked down at Steve and sighed, “There was also an empty bottle of Bourbon next to the bed.”

Steven nodded and turned to go inside, “You think he took all the pills and drank the whole bottle? At eighty-two that would be enough to kill him, I imagine.”

“As you say Miss. Although, when the doctor arrived the pills and bottle were cleaned up and he pronounced it a death from natural causes. There is no scandal. Only your father, and now you, know.”

“Thank you, Howard. You are a good man. Where was Cindy when this happened?”

“Oh, she was here. Just in her room, down the hall from Philip, in Philip’s house.”

“And she never checked on him?”

“She’d left early that morning for a shopping trip in Minneapolis. As you know, Ms. Cindy likes to shop.” Then after a pause, “Things have been very strained between them, particularly after Cindy got back from her trip to Hawaii.”

For the rest of the walk through the house Steve tried not to think about his body. The way it moved, the swing of his hips and breasts, the way the air played with his hair. He’d decided to leave it down and was now wondering if that was a mistake. Instead, he focused on the plush surroundings. The Grants were more than just wealthy, although he had no idea how much they were worth. ‘Why do they live out here in the middle of nowhere?’ he wondered. ‘Why would they send Ivy to public school when they could have sent her to the best boarding schools money can buy?’ Then a new thought struck him, ‘What would it be like, to BE Ivy. Not just for a couple of days but for life. Her family has so much money!’ Steve shook his head to dismiss the thought. It was wrong. He had a life and a family and besides, even if it wasn’t wrong, it would mean being a woman for the rest of his life.

“I’ll leave you here Miss.”

At this Steve looked up at Howard and then at the door to what he was guessing must be the library. “Thank you, Howard. You are a life saver, as always.” Steve took a deep breath and pushed open the door catching the faint chatter of Ivy’s relatives.

“Hey, Steve, wait up!”

It took Mary a moment to figure out she was being addressed. Pausing she looked over her shoulder. She had just turned in Steve’s American History test, it was a test she’d have to take later in the day as herself. They were both in the Education program and once she got her bachelor’s degree she planned to go on and get her masters.

“How’d the test go?” Drake, Steve’s roommate asked catching up to Mary.

“I think I did pretty good. You?”

“I passed . . . let’s leave it at that.” Drake chuckled, “Where were you last night? I didn’t hear you come in and you were gone when I got up.”

“I was helping my sister study and then ended up sleeping over at her friend Ivy’s apartment.” Seeing the surprised look on Drake’s face Mary added, “Nothing happened. We studied, ate, drank wine, and it was late so I just crashed on the sofa.”

“That explains why you’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Are you ready to hit the gym?”

“Gym?”

“Yeah, we always lift after history. Today is chest and tris, and you’re gonna get a new PR! Come on.”

Mary felt herself getting dragged along behind Drake and couldn’t help wondering what a “PR” was.

Changing had been more embarrassing than Mary thought possible. Drake kept the conversation going and she managed to turn her back to him and strip out of Steve’s clothes. Fortunately, Steve’s gym clothes were easy to find and she mostly ignored the flaccid meat swinging freely between her legs as she got dressed. By the time she turned around Drake was done changing.

“Come on Bro, let’s get our pump on!”

The walk to the campus field house only took a few minutes and before she knew it Mary was laying down on the bench press. Slowly, she reached out with her thick boy-arms and grabbed the bar. ‘Holy shit, I’m gonna bench 135 lbs! As a warm up! Normally I warm up with the bar!’ To Mary’s surprise lifting the weight was almost effortless. As she started benching she realized she could bounce the bar off her broad chest and it didn’t hurt in the slightest. ‘Wow, not having to deal with boobs is kind of cool.’

As the workout progressed Drake kept adding weight. For her next set Mary pushed 225 lbs. six times. Then Drake went, adding 35 lbs. plates to the bar he struggled to push it four times and Mary spotting him helped on the fourth rep. Then it was her turn. Grabbing the bar, she focused on breathing blowing all the air out of her lungs as she pushed, 295 lbs. four times, without help! She bounced to her feet grinning fiercely. The feeling of masculine power surged through her.

“You’re a monster today, bro!” Drake pulled off the 35 lbs. plates and put on 45s.

“Fuck’n-A!” Mary said, swapping out the plate on her side of the bar.

Drake slid under the bar and Mary watched as he psyched himself up then he pushed. The bar went up smoothly and Drake brought it down. His face turned red as he pushed, driving out the air from his lungs in short bursts. Mary watched the veins in his shoulders and arms popping as the bar moved up.

“One.”

Slowly, in a controlled move Drake lowered the bar and pushed. He made it about half-way up and got stuck. Mary waited for a moment and then reached down and lifted slightly. It was all Drake needed and he pushed the bar the rest of the way up.

“Good job, bro!” Mary added, trying to sound like Steve.

Mary got under the bar and pushed. ‘Oh, fuck, this is heavy!’ she thought yet she’d never felt so strong, so alive! The bar touched her chest and she exploded into it. Pushing as if her life depended on it. Slowly, smoothly, to her amazement, the bar rose all the way up.

“One!” Drake announced.

Again, she let the bar come down. This time when she pushed she could tell she was running out of energy. The bar felt insanely heavy! Gritting her teeth Mary pushed all the air out of her lungs and arched her back slightly. The bar kept moving, slowly, agonizingly-slowly until her arms straightened out.

“Two! Watch the cheating.”

Instead of going for a third rep Mary racked the bar. “Time to go up.” she announced sitting up. “Let’s try 320!”

“Dude, you’re a beast!”

Mary felt her face flush with excitement. “Come on bro, let’s do it.” They added two and a half pound weights to each side and Drake shook his head.

“This is all you man. I’m gassed.”

Mary gave herself a few minutes to recover and then lay down. Feeling exhilarated she reached up for the bar, determined lift more than her brother ever had before. She took several quick short breaths and then one long deep one and lifted. ‘Oh, fuck!’ she thought, slowly lowering the weight. As soon as the bar touched her masculine chest, Mary pushed exploding into the weight. She could feel her powerful male body responding, every muscle working, every sinew straining, the testosterone flowing through her body felt like a fire inside her. Slowly, agonizingly, the bar rose. As soon as it was up she racked it and shot up from the bench.

“Fuck yeah! Did you see that! Who’s the man!”

“Damn straight!” Drake said, high-fiving Mary. “New personal record! I told you!”

Ivy walked back up to her apartment feeling hungry and annoyed. The French class hadn’t been bad, in fact, there was at least one cute guy in the class. What was annoying was that her normal Friday routine had been disrupted. She usually slept in, since she’d arranged her schedule to not have classes on Friday. Then she got up and went to the spa. Massage, facial, mani-pedi and a light lunch with a glass of wine to get ready for date night. The Cheer Team didn’t practice on Friday so it was the best day for having a hot date.

Now, however, stuck in Mary’s body she didn’t have the opportunity to keep her normal routine. Still, it had been interesting being Mary. Her boobs were smaller and she was taller with better legs and an athletic butt. Ivy had enjoyed the looks she’d gotten from the guys in class and had even considered doing something naughty to get even with Mary for tricking her. She’d let that idea go, Mary was a friend and doing that would have been mean, and wrong.

“Mary, Mary!”

At first Ivy didn’t realize someone was shouting her name. When it dawned on her she turned around and spotted a rather average looking girl, who obviously needed to lose about fifteen pounds, hurrying toward her.

“Yes?”

“Mary, you’ve got to come with me. It’s an emergency! Leo just dumped Chloe! Chloe is a mess! She’s at the house right now, drinking tequila! You’re the only one who can talk to her.”

A name floated into Ivy’s mind, “Wren, what are you talking about? I was on my way to Ivy’s place to have lunch.”

“How can you even think of eating at a time like this? One of your sorority sisters in in distress. She needs you. This is an emergency! All hands-on-deck, girl.” Wren seized Ivy’s arm in an almost painful grip. “Chloe is your little sister. She respects you and looks up to you. You can’t abandon her in her hour of need for a salad and a glass of wine!”

Ivy felt herself being led away from her apartment and the mirror. “No, you’re right. We can’t abandon her.” Wren flashed Ivy a smile and suddenly Ivy knew that even if she was a little over weight Wren’s smile would melt hearts.

“Come on, we’ll get Chloe put back together, even if it takes all night and two bottles of tequila!”

Steve peeked over at the woman sitting two seats away at the long table. Cindy Grant, at twenty-nine, didn’t look a day over twenty-two. ‘My . . . Er . . . Ivy’s eighty-two-year-old Uncle was married to her? No wonder Ivy’s mom called her a little gold digger. Hell, it’s no wonder Ivy thinks of her as a gold digger.’

“If everyone is now here I’ll begin.” Steve looked at the lawyer wondering if things like this were always so formal. “This is the last Will and Testament of Mr. Philip Norman Grant . . .” The family lawyer had a voice that would put even the most severely ADHD child asleep in seconds.

Steve glanced again at Cindy. The black dress showed too much cleavage and was cut way too high to be appropriate for a somber event like the reading of a will. Yet, Steve’s male mind appreciated it and he was pretty sure every man in the room did, as well. Based on the stir she’d caused when she arrived there were more than a few women present who were jealous.

When Steve entered the library, he’d noticed a low buzz of conversation. There was a shout, “Ivy!” and then he was being squished, boob-to-boob, in the embrace an older blonde woman. “Welcome home!”

“Hi, Mom.”

“It’s good to see you Ivy.” The firm hand on his shoulder caused Steve to turn and look up at the distinguished gentleman.

“Hi, Daddy.”

Glancing back at Ivy’s mom Steve instantly saw the strong resemblance between Ivy and her mom. They were the same height and had the same skin and eye color. Jessica Grant had a few wrinkles around her eyes and she was maybe ten pounds heavier than her daughter, other than that they could have been sisters.

“How’s school going? Have you met any well-connected boys?” While she spoke, Jessica dragged the woman she thought was her daughter toward a table loaded, buffet style, with food. “You must be starving. Did you drive the whole way home this morning? I know how much you hate mornings. I love that outfit, you look so sophisticated, when did you buy it?”

Feeling like he’d been caught up by a force of nature, instead of a person, Steve tried his best to keep up with her steady chatter. Before he knew it, he had a tiny plate piled with even smaller bits of food in one hand, and a tall thin glass of wine that he guessed from the bubbles must be Champagne, in the other.

“Oohh, I need to go talk to your Aunt Bea. I’ll be right back sweetie, it’s so good to have you home. Kiss-kiss.”

Feeling like he could breath for the first time in twenty minutes Steve watched as Ivy’s mom moved through the crowd of relatives and friends to a woman, something told him was Winston’s younger sister.

“She can be a bit much.”

Steve looked up and saw that Jessica’s dad was standing slightly behind him and to his left. Steve didn’t know what to say so he nodded and took a sip of wine.

“She loves you and misses you. You don’t come home as often as you should.”

The soft rebuke made Steve wince for some reason. “I know, Daddy. It’s a six-and-half-hour drive without stops. Even if I flew it would still take all day.” Then Steve looked up through his long blonde hair and pouted, “If you miss me that much you could send the helicopter to pick me up.”

At this Winston Grant chuckled, “You know why I won’t do that. How can I teach you how normal middle class American’s live if I fly you around in a private helicopter?”

“If you wanted me to know how “normal” people live you should have let me live in the dorms instead of forcing me to live in that apartment, or let me join a sorority.” Steve had no idea where that comment came from, it had just slipped out and he took a drink of wine to cover his surprise.

“Ivy, we’ve had this argument before. Your mother insisted on the apartment because she wasn’t comfortable with the school assigning you a roommate. If your mother hadn’t told you no on the sorority idea, I would have vetoed it. I remember what they were like when I was in school and you don’t need that negative influence. You find enough mischief on your own.”

Before Steve could respond the buzz of conversation stopped and Steve felt the comfortable atmosphere in the room change. He looked around and saw a tall red-head in a LBD designed more for a cocktail party than a funeral had entered the room.

“The little gold-digger decided to show up, I see.” Jessica Grant had somehow materialized at Steve’s elbow and her hissed comment was filled with contempt.

“She’s always been nice to me.”

Steve wasn’t sure why he felt the need to defend the woman, but he had a flash of memory, laying out in a bikini by the pool with the red-head . . . going dancing in Minneapolis . . . drinking a glass of wine after everyone else had gone to bed.

“That’s because she’s almost your age!” Jessica shook her head, “Philip is a product of Grandpa Grant’s first marriage is seventeen years older than your father, but that doesn’t excuse him. He married a twenty-eight-year-old when he was eighty-one! That’s just obscene.”

“Mom, let it go. She made Philip happy. That’s important.”

There was a slight gasp and the sound brought Steve back to the present. He hadn’t been paying attention and looked around the table only to discover that people were staring at him. “Excuse me, could you repeat that?”

“Certainly, Ms. Grant. Your Uncle Philip has left forty percent of his wealth to you, forty percent to his wife and the remainder is to be divided up between the church and several different charities. Congratulations, young lady, when you turn twenty-five you will have full control of your new assets, but as of today you are a millionaire.”

Mary pushed the call button again waited. “Damn it, Ivy, where are you?” Mary glanced at her watch and shook her head. “I’ve got less than an hour before I have to take my history test.”

Mary pulled her phone out and sent Ivy a text: *Where R U?*

Then when there was no response Mary growled, “Okay, if you were Ivy, pretending to be Mary, and you weren’t at your apartment, where would you be?” Then Mary laughed, “Of course, she’s at the House!”

The walk to Mary’s sorority house took a few minutes and when Mary knocked, Patty, one of her friends, answered the door. For a moment Mary was amazed at how tiny Patty looked from her new six-two perspective.

“Hey, Steve, how are you?” The she reached out to run a tiny hand over Mary’s still pumped bicep. “Did you just get done working out, or did you come over for a workout?”

The blatant flirting caused Mary to blush, “Er . . . Um . . . I-I just finished working out. I’m really here to find my sister. Is Mary home?”

The mousy brunette pouted, “She is, but she’s dealing with an emergency.”

Mary gasped, “What happened? Is she okay?”

“Calm down stud, your sister is fine. Chloe and Leo broke up and Mary is helping Chloe right now. Why don’t you come back tomorrow, or better, I could keep you company?”

Frustrated, Mary grabbed the edge of the door and pushed it fully open and stepped around Patty. For an instant, she was amazed at how easy it was to move Patty out of the way. “Sorry, Patty, I need to speak with my sister.”

“MAN IN THE HOUSE!”

For a second Mary wanted to look around to see who Patty was talking about and then realized she was the man. ‘Yes, I am!’ she thought and grinned very conscious of the large flaccid tool hanging from her groin. Knowing that the girls would be in the large living area, where the bar was located, Mary hurried through the house.

“Mary!”

There were half a dozen sisters sitting around with one who’d obviously been crying. Mary took one look at Chloe and wanted to rush over and give her a hug.

“S-Steve, what’re you doing here?”

The sound of her former voice stopped Mary in her tracks and she looked over at her former body. Holding a drink and sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a large pillow on her lap.

“I’m here to remind you that you’ve got a history test in one hour.” At this several girls giggled and Mary caught a few whispered comments.

“So sweet . . .”

“A stud, and thoughtful . . .”

“I wish I had a brother . . .”

“I wonder if he’d adopt me. . .”

Feeling her face turn red Mary hurried over to Ivy and plucked the drink from her hand. “You’ve had enough, you need to focus, or you’re gonna fail your test.” When Mary pulled the pillow off Ivy’s lap she gasped, “Are you just wearing a t-shirt and panties? Mary, damn it. Get dressed. Now!”

There was an eruption of giggles and Patty grabbed Ivy’s hand, “Come on, hon, let’s get you dressed and on your way. Before that big, stud, of a brother throws you over one shoulder and carries you off to class.”

“He could carry me . . .”

“I wish he would . . .”

“I volunteer . . .”

“No, me first!”

Mary turned around and ran from the house. Once outside she let out a sigh, “What’s wrong with me? They were just teasing and flirting.” Then Mary glanced down and saw that she was now sporting wood. “Oh-my-god! What if they saw!” Feeling even more embarrassed Mary adjusted the new appendage and sat down on the front steps. Despite her best efforts there was an obvious bulge in her gym shorts.

“Hey-big-hiccup-bro . . . My-sisters-all-hiccup-think-your-hot!”

“Here she is . . . good luck on that test!” Patty laughed. “When you bring her back, I’ll make sure she gets to bed.”

Mary put her arm around Ivy’s waist steadying her, and then grabbed the backpack with her books. “Come on you little lush. Let’s get some coffee in you and get you to class. We’re down to thirty minutes!”

Mary led Ivy away from the house and once they were out of sight turned on her. “What are you thinking! I need to take that test and I can’t change back without the mirror! I thought you were going to wait for me at your apartment.”

“S-Sorry. The girls . . . they needed me! Hiccup . . . It was an all-hands-on-deck . . . hiccup . . . emergency!”

“Give me a break! How could you get so drunk?”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Abruptly, Ivy lurched out of Mary’s arm and stumbled to her knees and threw up onto the grass next to the sidewalk.

“Oh god. You are destroying my reputation.” Mary muttered taking a knee next to Ivy and holding her hair out of her face as she continued to vomit Tequila and Cheetos into the grass. Slowly, the heaves stopped and then Ivy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at Mary.

“Steve? You’re such a good guy.”

“I’m n-er-Steve. Damn it, I’m Steve.” Mary shook her head unable to remind her drunk friend of who she really was. “Stupid mirror.”

“I always thought you were hot, but I didn’t know you were so nice.”

“Okay, Ivy, time to get you back to your apartment.”

“Ivy? I’m Mary . . . Mary Pierson.” Abruptly, Ivy looked confused. “Wait. The mirror?”

Mary dragged Ivy to her feet and then half carrying, half dragging, she helped Ivy walk the three blocks to Ivy’s apartment building. Once there it took Ivy three tries to use her card and PIN to unlock the door. Mary pulled the card from Ivy’s clumsy fingers, “What’s your code?”

“36-22-34”

“Don’t tell me, those are your sizes, right?”

“Hehehehe . . .”

Mary figured Ivy was too drunk for the stairs and while waiting for the elevator wondered why she’d even considered the stairs. ‘Cause Steve would have used them. He always says elevators make people lazy!’ The chime of the elevator arriving brought Mary back to what she was supposed to be doing. Once on the fourth floor she half carried Ivy to the door to her apartment. The key-card opened the door and Mary hauled Ivy through the apartment to her bedroom.

“I’d change you back right now, but if I capture that image, I’m afraid I’ll end up being the drunk person.”

“Change me back? Back to what?”

“Oh, just sleep it off!” Mary said, with a laugh. Then turning off the lights she closed the bedroom door and returned to the living room. Mary picked the mirror up from the mantel and looked at her reflection for a moment. Steve’s strong jaw and rugged good looks peered up at her.

“Okay, Steve’s backup is in slot one. Ivy’s backup is in slot two. Ivy in her PJs from this morning is in slot three and Ivy from after we switched back is in slot four. My backup is in slot five. Damn, it’s a good thing we’ve got those backups!”

With that Mary twisted the handle and counted five loud clicks. Then taking a deep breath she looked into the mirror. For a moment, she saw nothing and then an image resolved. The dark hair and cute nose were features she’d seen every day growing up. Suddenly, Mary realized she couldn’t move. Then the tingling started and she could feel the strange sensation of flesh moving around, rearranging. Long dark hair tumbled down to her shoulders and she lost several inches of height. The abrupt sucking sensation in her groin was matched by an inflating feeling in her chest. If she could have moved Mary would have gasped and as the physical changes slowed she once again felt the weird sensation of her clothes changing and transforming.

Then it was over and Mary almost dropped the mirror. She quickly turned it to face down returned it to the mantel and then glanced at the wall clock. “Crap! Ten minutes! I need to get moving.” Mary picked up her backpack slid the key-card to Ivy’s apartment into the backpack since her yoga pants didn’t have pockets and hurried out of the building.

Steve breathed steadily as he felt sweat running down his chest between his boobs. The sunlight was broken up by the canopy of trees along the jogging trail but it was still warm enough that Steve had already worked up a good sweat. He’d been running the trail that ran along the property for twenty minutes and was just about to complete his first loop. Running in this body was the strangest and, in a scary way, most normal feeling thing he’d done in the last two days. The bounce and jiggle of his chest in the sports bra, the flex and spring of the flesh on his round sweetly curved ass were things that he found normal and a little erotic.

After the Will had been read Steve wanted nothing more than to escape. The looks he got from the family were curious, and Steve could guess they were wondering why he’d inherited so much instead of distributing the wealth more broadly. Those were much better than the openly hostile looks Cindy received. Yet, she appeared not to notice. Instead, she just smiled sweetly and wondered where her poor departed Philip might be in the afterlife.

Steve had quickly excused himself and retreated to Ivy’s room. He was a little bothered when he arrived at her door without thinking about it. Steve knew he couldn’t just hid in Ivy’s room. There were too many relatives on the estate and there would be all sorts of questions. Thinking quickly he changed into the hot pink and black running outfit Ivy had packed. Steve quickly pulled his long blonde hair into a pony tail and threaded it through the back of a pink baseball cap that matched the pink in the outfit. Without really knowing how he knew, Steve left the house through a side door and walked through the rose garden and down a path that led to the jogging trail. The trail followed the fence line at the edge of the estate to a gate led out onto the larger property. Steve started jogging.

He’d always liked running but had cut back over the last few years to focus on weight training. He enjoyed the power and the looks from the ladies that he now got, yet he missed the mindless simplicity of running. Ivy was in great shape from the time she spent working out and practicing with the cheer squad. Her body was more of a yoga and CrossFit body than a pure runners body. With boobs this big Steve understood why. Yet, she obviously spent some time every week on a treadmill.

Just as Steve rounded the last turn and got ready to start his second lap he noticed there was someone waiting for him. The bright green and white outfit and the flash of red hair gave the identity away.

“Mind if I join you?” Cindy asked falling into place next to Steve.

“Sure. I’m only doing one more lap though.” Steve couldn’t help noticing that the woman had a body that would have done a stripper proud and felt a pang of jealousy that she was several inches taller than Steve.

For several minutes, the two women jogged in silence. “It’s been a while since I ran this trail. I always found it peaceful. A good place to escape the, family. Philip and I used to walk it.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Marry Philip. He was more than fifty years older than you.”

“Ha! You are so direct. It’s refreshing. The rest of the family just gives me dark stares and calls me names behind my back. That’s why I like you the best.” When Steve didn’t say anything, Cindy continued. “I did it for the money, of course. But Philip knew that, we even talked about it, before we got married. He was lonely and wanted a companion and I was broke after school with loans a mile high and no job prospects in my field. At least no jobs that paid much, and honestly, I needed a new start. I’d been in an abusive relationship. We had a number of common interests, artifacts, antiques, and the occult, to name a few. Did you know that Cindy-er-I have a master’s and a doctorate degree in history and archeology?”

“So you married him and lived off of him for a year or two and now you just inherited over a hundred million dollars? If what Daddy said about Uncle Philip’s money is true.”

“Best job ever, all I had to do was keep a nice old man company.”

“The family is pissed. Daddy is talking about fighting the Will in court.”

“Winston was always arrogant, and a bit of a moron. The Will is completely, legally, tight. He’ll waste half a million dollars and six months on legal fees and achieve nothing.”

“How do you know?” Steve glanced at Cindy, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I-er-Philip hired the best lawyers’ money can buy. The law firm that did the documents is based in New York City with a branch in Minneapolis and the team cost Philip almost a million dollars. Trust me. You are an independently wealthy young woman.” Then after a moment Cindy added, “Besides, Winston got the majority of the Grant money when Grandpa Grant died. Grandpa always thought Philip was too irresponsible to be trusted with the full family wealth. He gave most of the money to Winston, with Bea and Liz getting the smallest shares. Of course, those fools had no idea that Philip had built his nest egg into so much wealth. The look of surprise on all their egotistical faces was delightful.”

“I didn’t know Philip was worth so much, either. Won’t that make the family fight harder to take it from you. You aren’t blood after all, and you admit that you only married Philip to get his money.”

“Besides the fact that the Will is airtight, your dad will give up once he figures out what would happen if he won.”

Steve gave the sexy red-head jogging next to him a puzzled look, “I don’t understand.”

“If the Will fails then the whole family will jump in to it, with their attorney’s, and fight over the money. Right now, his daughter, you, are getting forty percent. That’s much more than you’d get if it got split twelve ways.”

“Oh, twelve ways?” Steve’s mind was spinning. The Grant family politics were confusing and he’d never thought about wealth, power, and the in-fighting that came with it.

“Of course. Once you add in Philip’s half-brother and sisters, and all of their kids. It’s a sizable family. Philip is the only one never to have children.”

By now they’d almost completed another lap and Steve could feel the strain in his legs and his chest was starting to hurt from all the bouncing. “I’m going to stop here and walk, I need to cool down and then get cleaned up. We’re supposed to have a family dinner tonight.”

“Before you go, I’ve got a question. Winston donated some of Philip’s antiques to a charity event last summer, while I was in Hawaii.”

Steve slowed to a walk and Cindy slowed down to match him. “Oh? I guess, that does sound like Daddy.”

“Neither Philip nor I gave him permission. Once I found out it took some work and expense but I recovered most of the items.”

“I-I’m sorry you had to go to all that trouble. I’m sure that Daddy wouldn’t have done it if he knew Philip didn’t approve.”

“Ha! Don’t be silly, of course he would have . . . my point is I’m still missing a piece. There was an antique mirror hidden inside a lady’s jewelry cabinet. It is worth a bit, but it has sentimental value to me. Do you know anything about it? The organizer of the charity auction said that you picked out the pieces.”

“A mirror? I can’t say that I remember finding a mirror.” Steve felt a surge of excitement, and guilt, rush through him and bent over to stretch and cover up his surprise. ‘Ivy said that she found the mirror. Obviously, she never told anyone what she found or what it could do. I wonder, does Cindy know? Then a new thought hit him, ‘Cindy left for her vacation to Hawaii and that’s when Philip started acting odd, he couldn’t remember things, and he locked himself in his room. I wonder if Philip used the mirror to swap places with Cindy? Maybe just for a short break and then ended up stuck when Ivy took the mirror?’

Steve straightened up, “Look, I need to get back up to the house. I’ll see you at dinner?”

Cindy grabbed his wrist and Steve looked up at the older, taller, and stronger woman. He’d never felt intimidated by a woman before but the look Cindy gave him was fierce. “Ivy, I’m not playing around. That mirror is important to me. Do you know anything about it?”

Steve blinked and tried to give Cindy the most innocent and confused look he could. “A mirror in an antique jewelry cabinet? No, I can honestly say I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can you describe the mirror? Maybe I’ve seen it around the house.”

“It’s a lady’s hand mirror, made of a dark metal and silver. The handle looks like a dark angel with her wings sweeping up to hold the mirror.”

Steve felt a chill run through him, ‘That’s the mirror Ivy used to turn me into her twin!’ Keeping a straight face Steve twisted his wrist and pulled against Cindy’s thumb breaking her grip. “I can’t say that I’ve seen it. What if one of the charity appraisers found it? They must have inspected the cabinet before they set a price to start the bidding? Have you talked to them?”

“No. It wasn’t sold at the charity auction, I checked the registry of every item sold.”

“Maybe someone found it and bought it before the auction? I’d talk to the appraisers if I were you.”

After a moment, Cindy nodded, “I will.” She turned away and started running but Steve still heard her last comment. “I’ll have my mirror back if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I wonder if she’s sobered up yet?” Mary said as she typed Ivy’s code into the key pad and when she heard the “click” she opened the door to the apartment building. The sun was setting and Mary hurried to the elevator. ‘It’s after five pm so I should be able to use the mirror. I can’t believe I’ve got to go on a date with Stacy.’ Mary tried to suppress the illicit thrill that ran through her at the idea of becoming her brother, again. When she opened the door to Ivy’s apartment there was no sign of Ivy.

Spotting the mirror right where she’d left it Mary went to pick it up and then heard Ivy’s phone chime. Curious, she went to it and saw a text message from Ted. “Wow, he’s hot, and from what I’ve heard, rich. If I knew what her password was I’d unlock the phone . . . I wonder.” On a hunch, Mary typed in 362234 and the phone unlocked. “I can’t believe she’s so vain that she uses that for everything! Now what did Ted want?”

Mary pushed the text Icon and then opened the conversation with Ted: *Ivy, babe, I hate to do this, but I’ve got to cnx tonight. My dad was in a car accident and he’s in the hospital.*

Mary quickly typed in a reply. *Ohhh . . . will he be okay? Don’t worry about the date. I’m feeling a little sick anyway.*

*Mom said he should be fine. Probably has a concussion. Dr’s are keeping him over night. Are you okay?*

*That’s good. Yeah, just female issues. ?*

*Okay. TTYL.*

Mary put Ivy’s phone down and then went to her bedroom. The light from the doorway gave Mary a surreal view of her body, now stripped down to a t-shirt and panties spooning a long pillow. ‘I can’t believe it. Even passed out drunk, I’m super cute!’ The thought made Mary giggle and she quietly shut the door. Mary hurried back to the living room and picked up the mirror.

“The things I do for my brother, and my friends!”

Mary refused to admit it, but the thought of transforming into Steve was exhilarating. His body was so powerful, it was like becoming a superhero! She’d had no idea that he was so strong until she and Drake had hit the gym. When they’d been kids she’d loved dressing up as Steve and fooling their parents. Then when puberty hit and Steve started getting taller Mary had been jealous. At least until she’d noticed boys and the way they looked at her.

Mary glanced at the clock and cursed, “Shit! It’s almost five thirty! Steve and Drake are supposed to meet Stacy and Becky at six thirty at the bowling alley and I was sweaty and still in Steve’s gym clothes when I changed.” Then a thought hit her. “Steve’s saved image. He was wearing jeans and a collared shirt and had been ready to go out with Stacy until I called.”

Mary rotated the handle hearing one distinct click and then turned the mirror over. At first there was no reflection and then it clouded up and when it cleared she saw the image of her brother, ready for his date, peering up at her. Once again Mary discovered that she couldn’t move. The tingling sensation that raced over her body was starting to become familiar and then her bones began rearranging themselves, her muscles inflated as her hair retracted. In a few seconds, it was over and Mary could move. She turned the handle of the mirror around seven times listening to it click and then sat it down.

Slowly, she ran her large callused hands over her chest and arms. “Damn! I bet these biceps are almost nineteen inches! Being a guy is so cool!” Then she realized what she’d said and gasped. “I-I can’t believe I said that.” Then she shook her head, “I guess being a guy is cool, but so is being a girl!”

Now that she was ready for Steve’s date Mary didn’t feel so rushed and thought about Steve. “I wonder how he’s doing?” She pulled his phone out of his back pocket, where he normally kept it, and drew a Z across the screen. “Same pattern as always. Hehehe . . . my brother is so predictable!” With the phone open Mary used WhatsApp to IM Steve.

“How are you doing . . . Ivy?”

Almost instantly a reply popped in. “Mary? I’m okay. Getting ready for dinner with the family. We need to talk about Cindy. Uncle Philip’s widow.”

“Oh? Why?”

“I think she might not be who we think. She knows about the mirror and wants it. I think she might hire someone to find it for her if she can’t find it herself.”

“Okay. We’ll talk about it when you get back. When are you leaving?”

“Right after the funeral on Saturday.”

“K. I’m off for my date with Stacy.”

“Hahahaha . . . be nice. Don’t make, Steve, look like a dork. I really like her.”

“I’ll be cool. ??”

Mary closed the phone and slid it, along with Ivy’s apartment key-card into her pocket and headed out.

Steve walked down the hallway toward the stairs that led to the first floor, a bit unsteady on the six-inch platform heels he’d picked out. The old family house was huge. More than big enough to hold the entire Grant clan, and yet, there were now four other houses on the estate. Winston, as the heir, had claimed the mansion. Winston’s two younger sisters had used that as an excuse to build their own houses. After all, Philip already had one. The fourth house had been built as a guest house for visitors that the family didn’t want staying under the same roof with them.

Steven felt a sense of Déjà vu as he descended the spiral stairs. A flash of memory . . . a ballgown . . . a formal dance . . . Mom . . . taking pictures. Steve focused on the memory as he glided down the stairs and then into the formal dining room. He didn’t even think about the way his hips moved or the platform heels. The LBD he was wearing hugged every curve, and displayed Ivy’s assets in a way that Steve loved. He’d spent ten minutes standing in front of Ivy’s mirror twisting, turning, and posing. The most disturbing thing was that the image didn’t excite him like it would have in his male body. Or even like Ivy’s body had that first night in the hotel. He knew he looked hot, but it didn’t turn him on.

“Ivy, dear, you look lovely.”

“Thanks, Mom. You look great, too. Have you lost weight?”

“You’re sweet to say that. If anything, I’ve gained a pound or two. Your father took me to Italy last month and you know pasta goes straight to my hips.”

“Champaign?”

Steve turned to the waiter in his formal uniform and took a tall thin fluted glass from the tray. “Yes, thank you.” Looking around the room, Steve felt a little worried. There were so many people here he didn’t know.

“Your cousins are so jealous.” Jessica threaded her arm through Steve’s and guided him away from the door and to one side of the room. “I thought Beatrix and Elizabeth were going to choke when they heard that the bimbo is getting forty percent of Philip’s estate but they practically turned purple when they heard that you’re getting just as much.”

“Well, if any of my cousins had taken the time to get to know Philip they might have gotten part of his estate.” Steve flushed as soon as the words left his mouth. ‘Where did that come from?’ he wondered.

“True. Philip always liked you and there were times when I thought his crazy stories might inspire you to go tramping about third world countries digging through ruins.”

Steve felt a flash of irritation but suppressed it. ‘Like you’d ever let me off the leash long enough for something like that,’ the thought flitted through his mind, but all he said out loud was, “When will dinner start?”

Jessica gave him a puzzled look, “At seven thirty.”

“You can’t possibly intend to hang onto Ivy all night, can you?”

The smooth masculine voice caused both Jessica and Steve to turn. The tall man had to be close to Ivy’s age. He had broad shoulders, clear blue eyes, a strong chin and the dark hair the Grant men were famous for.

“Barnard, how are you?” Jessica flashed a fake smile at the young man. “I’ve not spent time with my daughter for over a month, can you blame me for clinging?”

“Of course, not Aunt Jess.” Then Barnard grinned at Steve. “How have you been, cousin?”

“I’m good. School is keeping me busy.”

“I heard you made the cheerleading squad.”

“I did. It’s so much fun.”

“Ivy!” Jessica scolded. “You know I didn’t want you to do that!”

“Mom, I’m twenty-one. I want to do a few things that other girls my age do. You wouldn’t let me live in the dorms. You were against me joining a sorority. Making the team was super important to me.” The words poured out of Steve’s mouth leaving him astonished.

His words had a similar effect on Jessica. Her mouth dropped open and her face flushed. “I-I . . .”

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s amazing that you’re off doing your own thing. I let my mom and dad talk me into going to Harvard. The only good sporting events are the Patriots.” Then he gave Steve a wink, “I bet you could make the Pats cheerleading squad when you graduate from school.”

“Don’t be crass Barnard. Ivy will do no such thing!”

Before Steve could answer there was a chime and everyone turned to the uniformed waiter by the table. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served.”

“Damn, dude! That’s your third strike in a row.” Drake shouted and lifted a beer in salute. “What a comeback. Gutter balls in your first two frames and then you were at forty-one points in the fifth frame.”

“I just needed to get used to throwing a sixteen-pound ball.” Mary replied, pausing to flex her arms. ‘And get used to how light it felt!’ she added mentally.

“Dude, you always use a sixteen-pound ball.”

“But not after pushing 320 lbs.!” Then on a whim she grabbed Stacy around the waist planning on giving her a hug. The sexy brunette had other ideas and pressed her mouth to Mary’s.

Caught by surprise Mary was too stunned to think. Stacy twined her fingers into Mary’s hair pulling her face down and at five ten Stacy only had to stand up on her toes to reach Mary’s mouth. Then Mary felt her male body reacting, one hand dropping to squeeze the soft curve of Stacy’s bottom while the other moved up to the middle of her back. Stacy responded by melting into Mary and opening her mouth giving Mary access.

“Are we bowling or making out?”

“Get a room, you two!”

Embarrassed, Mary let go of Stacy, and there was an obvious bulge in her jeans. “We’re kicking your ass.”

When Mary went to the bowling alley she’d discovered that Drake was already there, along with the ladies. Stacy had laced her fingers through Mary’s thick masculine digits and pulled her into the building. Remembering Steve’s shoe size had been hard, but easier than picking out a ball. Mary had ended up going back and trading the ten-and-a-half shoes for size twelves. Then she’d started out by picking up a six-pound ball and realized her fingers wouldn’t even fit into the holes.

Normally, Mary and Steve were very good bowlers. Steve’s body was so much bigger and stronger than what Mary was used to it took almost half a game before she found her groove. Now, she loved how she could send the ball screaming down the lane to smash into the pins. The result was sending them in all directions and strike after strike.

“My big strong man.” Stacy whispered running her tiny hand over Mary’s large arms. Then she stood up on her toes to whisper in Mary’s ear. “Watching you destroy those pins is such a turn on.”

“Your turn bro.” Mary hooked an arm around Stacy’s waist and lead her to the seats to watch Drake.

By the time they’d bowled two games the girls decided they were hungry and the group left for a local steak house. Once seated Stacy turned to Becky, “I need to use the ladies room.”

“Me too.”

As soon as the girls left Drake turned to Mary. “You are one lucky guy! She wants you. Unless you totally screw up you are getting laid tonight!”

‘Laid? Oh, shit. I can’t have sex with Stacy! I’m really a girl, I don’t like girls . . . Steve is SO going to kill me if I mess this up.’ Out loud, “She is into me. What are you and Becky doing after dinner?”

“I’ve already got a room at the Hilton.” Then Drake waved at a waitress, “Can I get a pitcher of Blue Moon and four glasses?”

Mary didn’t know what to say. While they’d been bowling they’d downed four pitchers of beer and she didn’t feel drunk. This much beer would normally have left her wasted. Mary shook her head trying to think strait, the idea of having sex with Stacy was becoming more and more interesting. Especially since it felt like Stacy couldn’t keep her hands-off Mary’s rock-hard body. Mary was also pretty sure that the, “accidental” brushing of Stacy’s hand against her crotch hadn’t been accidents. By the time they left the bowling alley Mary’d had a pleasant buzz from the beer and the rush of raw testosterone in her system. The cool evening air and the walk to the restaurant had helped clear her head a bit, but now Drake was ordering more beer.

“Maybe we should slow down? I could use some water.”

“Don’t be a pussy! I’ve seen you drink more than this. Loosen up, oh, hey, here are the ladies.”

“Did you boys miss us?” Becky slid into the booth next to Drake and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him.

Mary felt Stacy settle in beside him, “That looks like fun.”

Mary turned to face Stacy, “What?” Then she felt Stacy’s lips on hers and Stacy’s tiny tongue darted into Mary’s mouth. At the same time, she felt Stacy’s hand drop down to her crotch. The feeling of Stacy stroking her cock through her jeans sent a rush of sensations through her body.

“A pitcher of Blue Moon?”

At this Mary pulled back and Stacy made a slight pouty expression as they turned to face the waitress.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Sunlight streamed in through the window causing Ivy to rollover and drape an arm over her eyes. “Oh, god, why did I drink so much?” After a moment, she pushed herself into a sitting position and brushed her long dark hair back from her face. Then she grabbed a strand of dark hair and looked at it, “What?”

She dropped her hands to her chest feeling her smaller breasts, “I-I’m still Mary?” Slowly, Ivy climbed out of bed, “Ugh, my head hurts.” Reaching the bathroom, she flicked on the light and stared at her reflection. Long dark hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Even hungover Ivy had to admit Mary was a beauty. Clear pale skin, high cheek bones, and cute straight nose, ‘Much better than her normal nose with its upturn,’ Ivy thought.

Ivy pulled off her t-shirt and examined Mary’s body. It was long and fit, high firm breasts with bright pink nipples. “Hmm, Mary’s areolas are smaller than mine.” Ivy bent over touched her toes and then straitened up twisting left and right, “God, I feel so much lighter not having to carry around huge tits!” Then Ivy turned around and looked back over her shoulder into the mirror, “Mary’s got such a fantastic ass!”

Ivy turned on the shower and once it was the right temperature finished stripping and climbed in. It was a new experience showering in Mary’s taller body. Her skin wasn’t quite as sensitive as Ivy’s normally was. Once done she climbed out and after drying off pulled on a bathrobe.

“Time to change back.”

When Ivy reached the living room she heard eggs frying in the kitchen and hurried to investigate. “Steve?”

Mary turned around and flashed Ivy a wide grin. “Damn, sister, you look hot in that robe. If we weren’t related I’d gobble you up!” Mary poured a mug of coffee and handed it to Ivy, “How’s the hangover?”

“Mostly gone. The shower helped.” Ivy took a sip and then looked up at Mary, “Why haven’t you changed back yet? We need to get to the sports complex in about an hour.”

“I just got here and when I heard you in the shower I figured I’d make breakfast.”

“Wait, just got here? And you spent the night as Steve? Why are you in such a good mood? OH. MY. GOD! You got LAID?! Holy shit, you had sex as a man.”

Mary blushed and turned around to scoop eggs from the pan onto two plates.

“Don’t try to deny it! I want details. How did it feel? What’s it like to stick that big man meat into a soft little pussy?”

Mary added toast and bacon to the plates and then brought them to Ivy’s table and sat down.

“Come on, you’ve got to spill.”

Mary, still blushing looked up, “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

“Don’t give me that crap.” Ivy sat down and took another sip of coffee, but didn’t touch the food.

Mary shook her head, “I shouldn’t have done it. I was a little drunk and Stacy was flirting and . . .” Mary lifted a masculine arm and curled it causing her bicep to bulge almost tearing the sleeve of her shirt. “There is so much testosterone in this body it was like . . . I couldn’t stop myself.” Mary looked into Ivy’s eyes, “Once Stacy started touching me . . . Next thing I knew she had my cock in her mouth and . . . God, it felt so good! I’ve never felt anything like it!” Mary started eating.

Ivy picked up the toast and nibbled on it. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t you change into, “Ivy,” for the game?”

“What? Why?”

“Well, hanging out at your sorority was fun. I . . . I always wanted to join one but my parents wouldn’t let me.”

Mary paused, in the process shoveling eggs into her mouth. “I remember, in high school you missed most of the parties.”

Ivy nodded. “Mom, didn’t want me to go to public school. I had to beg Daddy to let me. She wouldn’t have let me come here, to the University, either if I hadn’t agreed to live in a secure apartment instead of the dorms, and then when I told her I wanted to pledge a sorority, she had a meltdown.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“Let me be you this weekend. We’ll all change back when Steve returns. That way I can hang out with your sisters after the game.”

Instead of answering Mary started eating again. Once her plate was empty she looked at Ivy’s, “Are you going to eat that?”

“Beacon and eggs? No.”

Mary grabbed Ivy’s plate and dug in. “If we do this there needs to be a few rules. First, you can’t get drunk, again. A drink or two is fine. No shots. I-er-Mary can’t handle whisky.”

Ivy rubbed her temples, “Agreed.”

“No sex! I have a good reputation, you have to agree not to ruin it.”

“You had sex.”

“That’s different, I’m a man.” At that they both burst into laughter. “Seriously, I shouldn’t have. Steve said he really likes Stacy. Well, they are now officially “together” which is what he wanted.”

“Fine. No sex. But you’ll be me-er-Ivy, in a few minutes and I want the same pledge from you. We are both going to be on good behavior!”

“Agreed.” With that Mary stood up and pulled Steve’s phone, wallet, and keys from her pockets and sat them on the table. “Let’s do this.”

They went into the living room and Mary picked the mirror up from the table. She rotated the handle twice and the clicks almost made Ivy jump. Then she flipped it over and looked into it. The now familiar tingle ran like a wave through Mary’s body. Once again, she felt like she was shrinking, muscles deflating, her manhood pulling up and into her crotch, as a wave of blonde hair cascaded from her scalp. Then her chest inflated and her hips popped out. At last she felt the strange sensation of clothes shifting and changing crawling over her skin. Then the changes slowed and stopped. Mary realized she could move so she sat the mirror, face down, on the table.

“Wow, these jeans really are tight.” Mary noted running her hands over her round bottom and painted on jeans. Then she lifted them to cup her new enormous fun bags, “Damn, girl, you got some knockers!”

“Very funny. Watching a transformation is so odd.” Then Ivy gave Mary a hard look, “Hey, you used my backup.”

“Hehehe . . . I know. I just didn’t feel like having to do makeup. Plus, we’re in a hurry. Now all I have to do is grab your cheer bag and I can head over to the sport complex.”

“Let me have the mirror.” Ivy accepted it, “Your backup is in slot five, right?”

“It was. I used it yesterday when I got back from the gym, after I put you to bed. I needed a put together image of Mary to go to class in and you were too drunk to store that image.”

“What slot has a current, “put together” image of Mary?”

“Slot one.”

“I thought that was Steve’s back up?”

“It was, but I needed it, after class yesterday for my date with Stacy. Slot five had the pumped-up Steve from the gym. I didn’t have time to shower, change, and still meet Stacy.”

“Damn, girl, you’ve really been using this thing.” Ivy turned the handle once. “Okay, here we go.” She turned the mirror over and stared into the cloudy depths. Then an image appeared, of Mary, from yesterday just back from class. Tingling sensations gripped Ivy but she didn’t feel any shifting. Her hair lifted and styled itself, her robe twisted, shifted, and became the casual jeans and blouse Mary had been wearing.

“Wow, that feels weird. Having my clothes crawl all over my skin like that.” Ivy twisted the handle seven times and returned the mirror to the mantel.

“My cheer bag is already packed, let me get it for you.” Ivy said.

“Then we need to head to the House so you can pick up Mary’s bag.”

Steve looked out through the dark veil to where the Priest stood by the dark, mahogany casket. He’d been surprised when he discovered there was a small chapel on the family estate along with a private cemetery. The chapel was dimly light with streams of colored sunlight pouring through the stained-glass windows to either side. The tiny chapel had been designed to hold no more than fifty people and even so, there were plenty of empty seats.

“I would have thought there would be more people.”

“Your Uncle was always a little strange. He didn’t have many friends.” Jessica answered softly. “Plus, the Grants have always valued their privacy.”

The priest droned on in Latin and Steve’s mind started to drift. The dinner last night had been awkward for Steve. After snapping at his “mom” he’d tried to keep his mouth shut. If his silence was odd, no one remarked on it. His “dad” Winston, had dominated most of the conversation at the table. Business, politics, and real estate had taken up most of the dialog and as soon as desert had been served Steve had claimed to be tired and retreated to Ivy’s bedroom.

Shutting the heavy oak door behind him Steve let out a sigh and kicked off his shoes. Then he collapsed onto Ivy’s soft bed and after a moment picked up the remote for the flat screen from her night side stand. Just then there was a knock at the door.

Steve debated ignoring it but the person knocked again, “Ivy, I know you’re in there. I’d like to talk.”

With a sigh Steve got up and opened the door. Cindy pushed into the room and turned to face Steve. “Ivy, when do you plan to go back to school?”

“Right after the funeral. It takes me about two days and I’ve got classes on Monday.”

“So soon?” Cindy pouted. Then looked around the room, her eyes fixing on the suitcase Steve had brought. “You’re the only one in the family I like. I was hoping we could hang out in Minneapolis together for a week. Shopping, clubbing, you know, just two girls having fun.” She took a step toward Steve’s luggage and stopped herself.

Steve smiled, he almost offered to let Cindy look through his luggage. The mirror wasn’t there after all, then he realized what she’d said. A part of him wanted to accept Cindy’s offer. The idea of skipping a week of school and pretending to be the rich, sexy, Ivy had more appeal than he wanted to admit. The real Ivy was back on campus, and sooner or later someone would figure out that she was in two places at once.

Steve shook his head, feeling the long blonde hair swing around. “Sorry, Aunt Cindy. I really have to get back to school.”

“Please, just Cindy. You make me sound so old with all that “aunt” business.”

“Okay. Cindy. Maybe you’d like to visit me on campus sometime?”

“Why that sounds lovely! It’s been years since I was in school.”

“Didn’t you finish your doctorate a year ago?”

“Closer to two. I’m very grateful to Philip, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here. Still, I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s okay. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman.” Then Cindy flashed Ivy a smile, “Hey, the night is still young. Let’s go out. There must be something fun to do.”

Steve opened the door and shook his head, “I’m sorry, Cindy. I’m just really tired. I’m going to take a bath and then go to bed.”

Cindy pouted for a moment and then sighed, “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night.”

Once Steve shut the door he locked it and then sighed. There was something about Cindy that he found disturbing. Then he laughed, the bathroom attached to Ivy’s room was huge and had a spectacular tub. “I think I will take a bath, but first I’m going to raid the wine cellar. A nice Chianti and a bubble bath sounds delightful!”

Steve had been lucky enough to avoid the rest of Ivy’s family and was soon settled into a tub of hot soapy water. Steve let his mind drift as the warm water and alcohol helped him relax. Slowly, languidly, he ran his tiny hands over his soft soapy flesh. The sensations were delicious but Steve wasn’t feeling the same level of arousal he’d felt yesterday when he’d played with his new curves. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The flavor of the wine danced over his tongue. “Why didn’t I like wine before the change?”

Steve took another longer sip and then settled back into the water. He’d been careful to pin up his long hair and this allowed him to slide down until the water covered him up to his chin. “Hmmmm . . . I could get used to this.” Then a thought hit him, “I wonder if Ivy would like to swap for a few months? Just long enough to maybe go to Europe on her stipend. I mean she doesn’t even know what she just inherited.” From what Steve remembered of the Will reading, he now had access to one million dollars per year until he turned twenty-five. The rest of the money was in a trust managed by some law firm in New York.

“I can’t believe she’s so ditsy that she thought cheerleading was more important than being here! Some people have all the luck. It’s not like she deserves this money!”

Steve took another sip of wine and lost himself in the fantasy of going to Europe as Ivy. Private jets. Five star private resorts. Individually guided tours of historical sites. Food. Clothes. Dancing. Handsome men . . . Without really thinking about it Steve started running his hands over his delightful boobs, massaging the soft sensitive flesh enjoying the sensations. His nipples felt so hard under the palm of his hand as he rubbed them, thinking of a tall handsome Swiss lifeguard by the pool of a private resort. The fantasy grew more vivid as Steve imagined the lifeguard lowering his lips to Steve’s breasts.

Jolts of pleasure raced from his chest to his crotch and Steve allowed a hand to drift to the little nub of flesh at the top of his slit. The warm water and his questing fingers added a new layer of sensations, particularly when Steve pushed a finger into his tight hole. Warmth spread as the hot water filled him and the ache . . . the need to be filled grew more intense as the heat built. Then the image of the blonde lifeguard shifted to a tall man, dark-haired man with huge muscles, and clear blue eyes.

“Ahhhh . . .” Steve added a second finger and then a third, pushing them as deeply as he could while still stroking his clit. In his mind, he felt the hot lips of the man on his soft feminine lips. It was this man’s hand massaging his breasts . . . the man’s long hard cock pushing into Steve’s tight little pussy. “Ah-ah-ah . . . oh fuck!” Steve gasped, as an orgasm rocked him. He slowed his stroking and settled back little jolts of post orgasmic bliss still shuddering through him.

“Oh, shit. I just jilled off to the image of m-er-Steve fucking Iv-er-me.”

“Kneel down dear.” Jessica’s whisper brought Steve to the present. He flushed and moved to kneel on the padded board at the base of the pew. He crossed himself just a beat behind Jessica as the priest started to pray.

When the prayer ended Ivy’s two Uncles, Howard and John, along with Winston and three of her older male cousins moved forward to pick up the casket. Once the pallbearers moved past the rest of the family fell in behind them. The walk from the chapel to the family cemetery was a quick one and Steve spotted the open grave with a device over it. The pallbearers moved to either side and rested the casket on the straps that were stretched over the hole.

Once again, the family priest, Father Coyle, moved to the head of the casket. “Philip Norman Grant, brother, uncle, and husband. You will be sorely missed. May God accept you into heaven.”

“I wonder if the good father would be so effusive in his praise if Philip hadn’t left the church ten million.” Jessica whispered into Steve’s ear.

Once the priest was done Howard moved forward and touched a button on the side of the device holding the casket. There was a soft hissing sound and the straps holding the casket played out allowing the body of Philip Grant to descend into its final resting place.

“Now, I believe there are refreshments up in the main house. You are all invited by Mr. Winston Grant to spend a few minutes with the Grant family remembering Philip.” Father Coyle announced.

Steve knew it would be rude to leave at once so he followed Ivy’s parents to the dining room. It had been set up buffeted style with enough food for three times their number. Once again Steve was swept up in Jessica’s wake, and soon found himself standing with a group of women consisting of Ivy’s aunts and female cousins. He tried to nod and smile at the right times, as the women discussed fashion and gossiped about the family. He was surprised when he realized that he was actually enjoying himself. His family didn’t have a lot of money and the most interesting thing they talked about was the Minnesota Vikings.

When Steve noticed several people had already left he felt like he could break away as well. Steve excused himself from the conversation between a couple of his cousins, and their discussion about the recent fashions in Paris, to go change. When he opened the door to Ivy’s room he gasped and his hands flew to his mouth. The room had been ransacked. The drawers were open and clothes scattered around the room. The contents of his suitcase had been dumped onto the bed and the suitcase was laying empty on the floor along with the hanging bag Steve had brought.

“I-I bet it was Cindy. Looking for that stupid mirror!”

Moving through the bedroom Steve checked the bathroom. The same scene of chaos unfolded before his stunned eyes. Even Ivy’s makeup kit had been dumped out.

“Miss Ivy, shall I take your bags?”

The sound of Howards voice through the bedroom door brought Steve back to the present. He rushed back into the bedroom and felt a surge of relief when he saw the bedroom door was still shut.

“No, thank you, Howard. I’m just going to take a small bag back. Can you have my car brought around to the front of the house?

“As you say, mistress.”

Steve had never been a very organized person, but he couldn’t leave Ivy’s bedroom and bathroom in their current state. He quickly changed into a pair of khaki capris and a light blue blouse. Then he did his best to put the room back together. Once done, Steve thought he might be able to sneak out but as he reached the main doors he heard his name being called.

“Ivy! You weren’t planning to leave without saying good bye? I raised you better than that.”

Steve turned to face Jessica. “Of course not, Mom. I was just putting my bag into the car. I would have come looking for you.”

Steve felt Jessica wrap her arms around his tiny frame squishing him into another fully body hug. “I’m going to miss you dear.”

“I’ll miss you too Mom.”

Steve felt a firm hand on his shoulder and turned to face Winston. “I’m going to miss you too, Daddy.”

When he looked back at Jessica, Steve saw tears glistening in her eyes. ‘Wow, Ivy’s folks really love her.’

“I’ll be home for Thanksgiving, Mom.”

“Okay, you should go before I ruin my face.” Jessica noted, letting go of Steve.

Steve slipped out the main door and Ivy’s parents followed and stopped just outside to watch Ivy leave. When he descended the steps to Ivy’s car his breath caught. Cindy was waiting for him. Ignoring her he went to the passenger side and tossed his bag and makeup kit into the passenger seat. Then he walked around to face Cindy.

“Leaving already?”

“Yes. Please step aside, Aunt Cindy.”

“Not without giving you a hug.”

Conscious that Ivy’s mother and father were watching, he leaned in from the waist to avoid smashing boobs, and give her a quick hug. As he did he whispered, “I know it was you who searched my room. I told you. I don’t know anything about your mirror.”

“Darling, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ll see you soon, though. I’m dying to visit your school.”

Ignoring Cindy Steve opened the car door. Once the estate disappeared in the rearview mirror Steve let out a sigh and felt the tension in his shoulders ease. “I’d bet a hundred bucks, that creepy Uncle Philip isn’t dead. I bet he is now a hot red-head with a PhD in Archeology!”

Mary felt her petite body soar through the air, as her strong male cheer partner tossed her. In her normal body, at five-seven and a hundred and twenty pounds she’d always felt like a feather in the arms of her powerful partner. Now in Ivy’s five foot one inch body . . . a body that weighed just over a hundred pounds she really soared! And she hated it! At the height of the jump Mary spread her legs doing the splits before bringing them together in the descent.

Hank caught her around the waist and launched her again. This time Mary kept her legs locked together and Hank caught the bottoms of her feet on the palms of his hands as he extended his arms above his head. As she caught her balance on his hands Mary wished she were the one holding the tiny female instead of being the tiny female. She vividly remembered the power of her male body, the feeling of raw power, the need to dominate. As Steve, she knew she was even stronger than Hank and wondered if she, as Steve, could beat him in a fight.

Mary glanced over at Ivy, in her body, Ivy saw her and flashed Mary a happy smile. The Hawkeyes had just scored and the crowd was going nuts. Only a minute to go and they’d just taken the lead! After a three second pause Mary felt Hank drop her and she rolled in the air, legs still tightly pressed together, the world spun around twice and then Hank caught her in his arms. As soon as he set her down Mary picked up her pom-poms and did a pair of high kicks. Imagining herself as Hank watching Hank in Ivy’s body doing high kicks. The idea made her want to giggle.

When the game ended with another win everyone on the cheer team went wild along with the crowd. “Bring it in. Bring it in!” Mrs. Frost shouted. The male and female members of the squad closed in around the coach.

“Good job today team! You all looked great. Ivy, Mary, the two of you were absolutely on fire today! I don’t know what you had for breakfast but we need to bottle it and use it for every game! Enjoy the win, kids, and be ready to go back to work on Monday. I’ve got a new routine I want you to learn for next week’s away game.”

Once they were outside the stadium Ivy turned to Mary with a wide smile. “I got a text, from Patty, party at the Sigma Chi house. Are you in?”

“I’d love too, but you know I can’t, Mary.” Mary said, laughing.

“Oh, are you going out with Ted?”

“Nope. He called while you were out yesterday. His dad’s in the hospital. He went home for the weekend.”

“Is everything okay? What’ll you do?”

“Yeah, he thinks his dad will be fine. I don’t know, maybe I’ll go shopping. I hear that money isn’t an issue.”

“Hey, don’t go too crazy. You’re on an allowance, Ivy.”

“Don’t worry. Have fun, but mind your reputation, Mary!”

With that the friends parted and Mary hurried back to Ivy’s apartment. As she walked, she pulled out Steve’s cell and checked his messages again. Stacy had invited him to spend the night at her folk’s lake house. They’d have the place to themselves. “Steve wouldn’t want me to ruin his chances with her by saying, no.” Mary noted, her heart racing.

“I think it’s time to use the image of Steve right after a workout. Stacy will love my ripped body!” Mary hurried back to Ivy’s apartment using the key card to get in and then headed for the mirror.

Turning the handle around five times Mary looked into the mirror and after a moment saw Steve’s handsome face and sculpted body looked up at her. Then the magic took hold. She’d used the mirror so often that feeling hair and breasts pull in while growing more than a foot were expected sensations, even the feeling of her cock and balls dropping from her groin felt right. Then Mary gasped as the changes finished.

“This is so wrong.” Then she giggled, “But then, again, it’s totally fantastic!”

“Let’s see. Steve is Ivy and based on the last text he’s headed back to school. Ivy is Mary and she’s going out to her first Greek party. I’m Steve, and I’m going to go spend the next few hours knocking the bottom out of Steve’s crush, Stacy. Life sure is strange . . . Hehehe.”

Then a troubled look crossed Mary’s rugged features. “Steve and I used to dress up as each other, this is kind of like wearing a “Steve” suit. I wonder if he’d agree to swap with me for a couple of weeks?” Then Mary looked down at the mirror. “We’re each wearing another body, I could unscrew the handle and then we’d all be stuck in our current forms until we all got back together.” She shook her head, “If I did that then Steve and Ivy would know what I’ve been doing in Steve’s body. I’d never live it down!” With a laugh Mary returned the mirror to the mantel.

“I left Steve’s wallet and keys in the kitchen. I hope Stacy likes my truck.” Mary said without realizing she wasn’t referring to it as Steve’s truck.

Steve looked at the navigation system in the Mercedes. “Six and a half hours from Brainerd, Minnesota to Coralville Iowa.” The he glanced at the delicate lady’s watch attached to his thin wrist. The funeral had started at 3 p.m. It had lasted for an hour and then he’d hung out and socialized for an hour. Getting on the road, after packing, at 6 p.m. meant he could be back on campus by 1 a.m. if he only stopped for gas. Maybe two if he stopped for dinner.

“Fuck it! I’m gonna push through!”

Even though he was tired, Steve felt the need to get back. He didn’t know why, exactly, but he just knew. Then his mind drifted to how good Ivy’s body had felt in the tub. “Sexy, young, and worth over a hundred million. If I don’t change back soon, I might not want too!”

Once again Steve wondered what it would be like to BE Ivy. With that kind of money, he could travel the world. Stay in the most luxurious resorts, he could drop out of school, why slave away to become a teacher? The beach was calling! As he drove his mind drifted into a day dream of endless luxury.

Laying out on a beach in the Bahamas, her skin kissed by the sun, the white bikini showing off Steve’s stunning figure. Then the sun was blocked. Looking up she saw a tall handsome man.

“Hi, Ted, can you put some sunscreen on my back?” Without waiting for an answer Steve rolled over squishing her boobs into the soft beach blanket.

“Sure, Ivy, you know I can’t resist an opportunity to use my hands on you.”

It was a private beach and Steve knew there was no chance that they’ll be interrupted. Ted slowly untied Steve’s bikini top. “We don’t want any tan lines.”

Steve shivered as Ted’s strong hands began to rub her back. Masculine digits coated in lotion worked up and down Steve’s soft skin. Then she felt Ted move to straddle her. He spent enough time on Steve’s shoulders to make her purr. Slowly, Ted moved down Steve’s neck and arms, stroking, massaging, coating Steve’s luscious figure in lotion.

“We wouldn’t want your sides to burn.” Ted’s hands move down Steve’s sides brushing the sides of her boobs and igniting a fire in Steve’s groin. Ted leaned in and blew softly into Steve’s delicate ear causing her flesh to pimple. As his hands moved lower along Steve’s sides, tracing her feminine curves, Ted started kissing his way down her spine.

Steve resisted the urge to squirm, to rub her thighs together and then Ted reached Steve’s hips. He paused and slowly moved his hands under her bikini bottom rubbing lotion into Steve’s feminine hips and luscious butt. Steve’s skin was now on fire and she felt a moist ache build. It was getting harder to think as Ted played her body like a maestro.

“T-That’s nice,” Steve moaned.

Ted brought his hands around coating Steve’s bottom in lotion while massaging his butt. Then he slowly drew the bikini bottoms down, working lower, rubbing lotion into the backs and sides of Steve’s hairless legs. Steve’s glistening, dripping, sex was now exposed to the air and Ted wasted no time moving back to it.

“Spread your legs and get your knees under you.”

The order wasn’t one Steve could refuse. Steve arched his back, getting up onto his knees, while moving almost into the splits. Then he felt it. Then the sensation of hot, silken skin, the helmet of Ted’s cock, brushing up against his sensitive lower lips, caused Steve to moan with need. Slowly, Ted worked his cock up and down Steve’s slit. Then slowly stroking Steve’s sex, coating his cock in Steve’s pussy juices.

“Do you want me?”

“O-Oh g-god, yes!”

Steve had never been so aroused. The ache demanded to be filled and he tried to wiggle down, to grab that amazing man muscle with her pussy, but Ted was in control and pulled back slightly, just enough to maintain contact, but not enough to penetrate.

“Beg.”

“Please, I-I need you so bad.”

“What do you need me to do?” At this Ted pushed, slightly, into Steve and he couldn’t take the teasing any more.

“I-I want you, I need you to . . . t-to fuck me. Oh, god. Please, fuck me with that big hard cock.”

“I love it when you talk dirty. You little slut.” Ted pushed forward slowly driving his cock an inch into Steve. “Fuck you are tight!”

Steve gasped as the huge tool stretched him. “I-I don’t know if I can take you, you’re too big.”

Hands grip Steve’s hips and he felt Ted pull then he thrust forward pulling back on Steve’s hips driving two inches into Steve. “I’m going to fuck you silly, Ivy, and you’ll love it.”

Steve moved up onto his elbows, his tits hang from his chest, his nipples brushing the blanket. Then a calloused hand reached around lifting Steve’s boob squeezing it. “I love your big fat titties!”

Again, and again Ted thrust into Steve’s pussy, while squeezing and stroking Steve’s breast then gasping Steve felt Ted’s balls hitting his tummy as he buried his manhood to the hilt in him.

Steve’s mind was numb, with feminine sensations all he could think about was the orgasm building within his tiny body. Ted returned his hands to Steve’s hips and using them to hold and control Steve’s bottom he began thrusting faster and faster into Steve. With each long stroke Ted pulled all but the head of his nine-inch tool out before plunging it in again.

“Oh. Oh. OH. OHOH-FUCK!” Steve’s feminine moans became shouts of pleasure and he felt his first cock driven, full-feminine, climax crash over him. “Ahhhhh . . .”

Steve lay there, impaled on Ted’s cock, wanting to keep it where it was, he squeezed with his inner muscles. “T-That was amazing.”

“We’re just getting started.” Ted pulled his cock out and Steve heard a soft popping sound. “Roll over, and grab your ankles, I want to see you do the splits while I fuck you!”

Steve rolled over and tried to focus on holding his body as demanded and then Ted enters him from the front. Steve’s pussy was stretched so tight that it felt like the first time, only Ted didn’t go slow. With one smooth slick thrust he drove his cock balls deep into Steve’s sex.

“Aaahhh.”

“Don’t let go or I’ll have to punish you.” Ted ordered burying his face into Steve’s massive tits sucking and licking as he continued to drive his man-meat into Steve. In seconds Steve reached his second climax.

Abruptly, the sound of the Mercedes hitting the rumble strips at the sides of the highway pulled Steve’s attention back to the road. He had one hand on the steering wheel the other down the unbuttoned waistband of his capris. The smell of sex, of his feminine need, reached his nose and embarrassed he pulled his hand out, sticky with his own juices.

“Fuck, I’m day dreaming about some guy named Ted and masturbating while driving! I’ve got to get home . . .” Not wanting to think Steve set the cruise control for ten above the speed limit and hoped the cops weren’t out.

Ivy allowed the music to flow through her as her tall, thin, athletic body moved. The tent set up behind the Sigma Chi house had a temporary dance floor and Ivy and Mary’s sorority sisters were taking advantage of it. The DJ the fraternity hired had kept a good mix of fast and slow music. Ivy couldn’t remember the last time she just went out and had fun. Now she didn’t have to worry about what people might think, or that the word might get back to her mom or dad that she was out dancing with people of lower social standing.

She’d had to beg to go to public school, but her parents had always set limits. Limited her freedom. Told her how to dress. What to say. How to behave in “polite” society. Ivy never realized how much she hated it until she was free from it all.

“Mary is so lucky.”

“What did you say?” Patty who was dancing next to her asked.

“Nothing. Too bad Ivy isn’t here.”

“Yeah, she always has a reason why she can’t come out. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us.”

Rather than answer Ivy spun away feeling her hair fly around. ‘Is this what it’s like to be Mary. Not rich, but not poor, either. I’d trade all my money, connections, and relatives for the freedom to go, to explore, to be. I wonder if that’s how Uncle Philip felt?’ Then she thought about Steve and giggled, feeling a little guilty. ‘I wonder how he handled my relatives, and the family politics.’ Then the song ended.

Mary looked around. She’d already danced with two different guys and because she wasn’t looking to hook up she avoided them. Then she spotted a tall, strong looking African American. With a naughty feeling, knowing Mom and Dad wouldn’t approve, she moved over to him.

“Care to dance?”

The guy looked at her and grinned, “I’m Desmond. I like a lady who’s confident enough to make the first move.”

“I’m Mary. Come on. Let’s dance.”

Moving out onto the floor Ivy reached up to lace her fingers behind Desmond’s neck loving the fact that she was tall enough to do this. In her normal body, she’d have been too short. Then she pressed her soft curves into Desmond enjoying how hard he was and smirked at the bulge in his pants.

When the song ended Mary let go but Desmond grabbed her hand. “Let me get you a drink.” Ivy let the handsome man drag her to the side where a keg had been tapped and a couple of the brothers were acting as bartenders.

“What would you like?”

“Just water. Dancing is hard work.”

Desmond grabbed a beer and then handed Mary a bottle of water. She opened it and the cool liquid was delicious.

“I’ve seen you around campus.”

“Yeah. I’m with Delta Pi. Are you a member?”

“Of a fraternity? No, I’m on the football team. One of my friends is a Sigma Chi. He invited me.”

“Did you play today?” Then Ivy looked closer, “Wait, you’re the starting tailback!”

Desmond held up his hands laughing, “Guilty. And unless I’m mistaken, you’re on the cheerleading team?”

“Yeah, Mary Pierson. You guys did great today.”

“Thanks. I’d say the same, but during a game I’m more focused on the field than what’s going on around me. Still, I’ve watched you guys practice. It looks like you work hard.”

“We do.”

“Hey, you wanna get out of here and grab some food? I know a great place for pizza.”

“I would, but one of our sisters just went through a serious break up. We are all hanging with her tonight. Moral support.” Ivy could see the disappointment on Desmond’s face. “Hey, let me give you my number. Call me, or text me, and we can set something up for next week.”

Mary ran her rough hand over Stacy’s smooth breast watching Stacy close her eyes and bite her lip. Moving her hips Mary continued the slow controlled thrusting as she drove her cock into Stacy. They’d stopped for dinner on the way to the lake house and once there they’d torn off each other’s clothes. The first bout of sex had been wild and rough. The physical need had been more than Mary could stand and Stacy seemed just as wild. To Mary’s surprise and Stacy’s delight, she’d recovered in a matter of minutes after pumping Stacy’s belly full of seed.

This time Mary had been determined to take it slow. Ordering Stacy not to move she’d covered Stacy’s body in kisses eventually working her way inside Stacy’s thighs. Mary had never eaten pussy before, but she knew what she liked and after a few minutes of tongue and clit action she’d had Stacy bucking and screaming. Then as Stacy came down from her second climax Mary entered her.

Now using her fingers to play with Stacy’s clit Mary continued her slow thrusting. All the way in . . . almost all the way out, clittie-stroke. All the way in . . . almost all the way out, clittie-stroke. All the way in . . . almost all the way out, clittie-stroke.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck . . . I-I’m gonna cum!” Stacy gasped.

Feeling unbelievably powerful Mary watched as she bent Stacy to her masculine will. ‘She is mine!’ Mary thought. ‘I can make her cum when I want or I can stop her if I want.’ As Stacy shuddered and moaned Mary pulled out.

“Roll over.”

With a whimper Stacy did as ordered.

“Get up on your knees, with your face in the bed.”

When she was in position Mary ran her strong hands over Stacy’s soft round bottom and then plunged two fingers into her glistening dripping sex.

“Ah, god, Steve, you’re amazing. That feels sooooo . . .” Mary pulled her fingers out and pushed her tool into Stacy taking her from behind in one powerful thrust.

“FUCK! That feels good! You have such a pretty pussy.” Mary shouted and then smacked one soft butt cheek. Stacy yelped but started trying to push back into each of Mary’s thrusts. “I’m going to fuck you into exhaustion. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t sit down or see straight!” Mary exclaimed enjoying the raw masculine power she controlled.

At two in the morning Steve pulled into Ivy’s assigned spot and killed the engine. He was exhausted. It had been a long and emotional day and the drive hadn’t helped. Not with all the confusing thoughts of sex running through his feminine brain. Climbing out of the car Steve hurried up to the apartment. Without thinking he swiped Ivy’s extra key card and typed in her pin. The elevator ride to the top floor took forever and Steve stumbled down the hallway to Ivy’s apartment.

Once inside he glanced around. Everything appeared just like it did from the other night. Steve kicked off his shoes and stumbled to the bedroom. He turned on the lights and announced, “Hey, Ivy, I’m home.”

He was surprised to find the room empty. Dropping the bags and toiletries Steve went to the guest room and saw that it was empty as well. “The girls must be out partying. Oh, well, they weren’t expecting me until tomorrow.”

Steve hurried to Ivy’s closet, stripped, and picked out a sexy red baby-doll nighty and matching panties. He went through Ivy’s nightly ritual of brushing teeth and hair, removing makeup, and moisturizing without thinking about it and then climbed into bed.

“I’ll surprise Mary and Ivy tomorrow when they get home.” With that Steve drifted off to sleep.

His dreams were filled with colors and nameless men. He was running away from something that filled him with fear and made him incredibly horny. Then the dream seemed to change. It felt more real, but still dream like. A man was watching him sleep. Then he slowly started undressing. Once naked this man moved onto the bed with Steve.

Using gentle hands, he rolled Steve onto his back and slowly worked Steve’s panties down. Once they were off he kissed Steve’s left leg, starting at the ankle and working his way back up to Steve’s now glistening sex.

Steve moaned, and he heard a woman’s moan. ‘This dream is so real I’m moaning in my sleep.’ He thought. Then the man returned to Steve’s other leg and worked his way agonizingly slowly back up Steve’s soft creamy leg to his now dripping, aching, pussy.

“Do you want me?” The words startled Steve. Dreams didn’t normally talk.

“Yes.” He wasn’t sure if he answered or if the dream woman did.

Ted moved forward using one hand to guide his hard cock to Steve’s pussy. The electric sensation of hot, intimate, sensitive, skin on skin cleared Steve’s head a little and he blinked up at the man. “Ted?”

“Who else has a key to your apartment?” Then Ted pushed into Steve causing him to gasp. “I’ve missed you babe. I’ve missed your amazing tits and your super tight cunt!”

“W-What, oh . . . fuck.” Steve moaned, as Ted’s tool stretched and filled him. Ted worked his cock in and out each thrust taking him deeper into Steve until at last, when Steve didn’t think he could take it anymore, he felt Ted’s balls bouncing off his ass. Then Ted’s rough masculine hands pulled Steve’s enormous boobs from his baby-doll nightie and he lowered his mouth to one of Steve’s nipples. The sensation of having his nipples sucked and tits massaged while Ted continued his long slow rhythmic thrusting sent Steve crashing over the top.

“O0ohhhh . . . God . . . . Ohhhhhhh . . .F-fuck!”

“I see you missed me too. I hope you don’t have anything planned for today, because I intend to spend it worshiping your hot little body with my big fat cock!”

Steve stepped out of the shower and, after blotting dry, wrapped a towel around his body tucking it in under his arms. Then he left the bathroom and crossed Ivy’s bedroom heading for her dresser.

“You know, it might be easier if we just stayed naked all day.” Ted was lounging, naked, in Ivy’s bed, watching Steve. His now flaccid cock still glistening with the evidence of their love making.

“I told you. I can’t. I have to meet Mary soon. You should probably get cleaned up.”

“Come on babe. Call your bestie and tell her your man has you all tied up.” Then he winked, “I could tie you up for real, that way it won’t be a lie.”

Steve picked up Ted’s discarded boxers and tossed them at him. “Go. Get cleaned up, mister. If you do I’ll have breakfast waiting for you once your decent.”

“I’m never decent.” Ted caught the garment, “And since when do you cook?”

Once Ted was in the bathroom Steve dropped the towel and stepped into a pair of black panties and then went hunting for the matching bra. After that he picked out a comfy skirt and top and headed to the kitchen. A quick inventory of Ivy’s kitchen and pantry turned up a waffle iron and the needed ingredients. A faint memory told him Mary had bought it for Ivy as a gag gift since she couldn’t cook. Luckily, all Steve needed was eggs, flour, milk, vegetable oil, salt and vanilla.

“Ha! Everything I need for homemade waffles. And to show that man that I can cook. If I want too.”

Steve focused on the task using a hand whisk to beat the eggs until they were fluffy and then he slowly added in the flour and milk. Continuing to whisk it until all the ingredients were in and the iron was hot.

“What is that heavenly aroma?”

Ted’s voice startled Steve and he looked over at the tall dark-haired man who instead of focusing on Steve was staring at the steaming plate of waffles.

“Sit.” Steve waved Ted to a chair. This was followed by a platter of hot waffles, maple syrup, peanut butter, butter, strawberries, whipped cream, and a mug of steaming coffee.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Ted said, staring at Steve in awe. Not only is my girlfriend the hottest woman on campus. She’s rich, and has been lying to me about her cooking skills. I’m in love!”

“Ha! Just eat.” Steve said, with a sigh and then for the first time glanced at the clock. “Holy crap! It’s noon!”

“I know. It was almost ten when I came over. I was a little surprised you were still sleeping.”

Just then the door opened. “Hey, anybody home?”

The sound of Mary’s voice caused Steve to freeze for a second.

“In here.” Ted shouted around a mouthful of food.

Ivy walked into the kitchen and froze. Her eyes drinking in the scene. “Hey, Ted, I’m Mary. We meet after the game last week.”

Ted stood up and offered Mary his hand, “Good to see ya, again. There’s plenty of food. Ivy’s been cooking, can you believe it?”

“It is hard to believe.” At this Steve caught a glare and a frosty look. “I think I need to talk to Ivy for a quick sec in private, K?”

Ted nodded, and returned to his chair. Ivy tilted her head to indicate the living room. Steve followed along behind feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What are you doing!” Ivy hissed, “We agreed. No SEX! I can’t believe you slept with Ted. We switch places for a day and you’re already sleeping with my boyfriend.”

Steve felt his face turn red, “I-it-well, I was half asleep and it just sort of happened. Agreement?” Then it hit him. ‘She thinks I’m Mary. They must have switched. Should I tell her the truth. Of, fuck no! I’ll never live it down if Mary finds out that I had sex with a guy! I need to play along and then switch back.’

“And you cooked for him? I-er-Ivy doesn’t cook. She’s got servants for that.”

Steve folded his arms below his breasts, “Well, I’m Ivy, and I know how to cook and I enjoy it. Besides, I was trying to get that horn-dog’s mind off sex. Is that all he ever thinks about?”

At this Ivy sighed and then giggled, “Well, yeah. Like most men. Still, I’m mad at you. I was good, and I really wanted to screw Desmond. To make it up to me, I want a new deal.”

“What? Desmond? A new deal?”

“Yes. I want one month, and I want to have sex.” Then she continued in a rush, “Don’t worry, I won’t make “Mary” into a slut. I’m just excited to see what it feels like in this body. And I want a chance to escape from my life. Just for a month, please?”

Just then the door buzzer sounded. Glancing at Ivy, Steve shrugged and answered it. “Ivy Grant.”

“Oh, hi, it’s me, uhm, Steve. I . . . uhm, just got back. Buzz me in?”

At this Steve felt a sinking sensation and hit the open button, “Come on up, Steve. Your sister is already here, along with Ivy’s boyfriend Ted.”

“Who was that?”

Ted had moved into the doorway to the kitchen. Standing there in boxers and a t-shirt holding up a plate of waffles Steve felt his insides melt a little. ‘I’m never going to get out of this.’

“That was Mary’s brother, Steve. We were all supposed to meet here and then go out for lunch. Your surprise visit caught me off guard and made me forget.” Steve said, improvising.

“Did Steve just get back?” Ivy whispered.

“No. He got back last night, late. He used your mirror and then I told him to come back for lunch so we could all get caught up.” Steve replied softly.

At the mention of her mirror Ivy nodded. “Good. I’m glad he’s back safe and sound. No issues with the trip.”

“None. Although, he did mention that family can be annoying.”

“Hehehe . . . yeah, I’ll just bet he said that.”

Ted looking back and forth between the two women clearly not having heard most of the conversation and then shrugged. “I guess I should go put some pants on.”

Just as Ted disappeared into the bedroom there was a knock on the door. Ivy opened it and stared up at Mary, in Steve’s body. “Hey, big brother, good to see you back, safe, and sound. I was just talking to Ivy about the mirror.”

Mary gave Ivy in her body a confused look, “You have?”

Ivy nodded, “Yeah.” Then she lowered her voice. “I know you won’t approve, but we just agreed to spend the next month as each other.”

Mary looked at Steve in Ivy’s body and then at Ivy in her body. “What?”

“I know, to a big strong guy like you, it probably makes no sense. But we,” here she pointed at Steve, “really want to see what it’s like to try life from a different point of view.”

“You do? But, are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

Steve just nodded not knowing what to say. Mary felt a sense of relief. That her brother and best friend wanted to swap bodies meant she got to keep her masculine body. She felt a rush of excitement. “That’s awesome. I’m so in!”

“In for what?” Ted asked, returning to the living room, now fully dressed.

“In for lunch.” Steve said, thinking quickly. “Come on, let me grab my purse and we can all go.”

“Cool. Stacy is down in my truck, I was hoping I’d be able to take her to lunch. Now we can go as a group.”

“Well, pooh, I’m the only one without a date.” Ivy said, using Mary’s face to pout.

“Gorgeous girl like you?” Ted asked, “I bet you can snap your fingers and find someone.”

Steve made his way up to Ivy’s apartment. He was sore! After lunch Ted had invited the group over to the country club where he had a membership. Desmond had, after Mary-Ivy called, joined them. Steve was a pretty good golfer but in Ivy’s body he sucked. Even from the lady’s tees. At least he wasn’t as bad as the bimbo Stacy! ’What did I ever see in her!’

After golf, they’d gotten massages and then dinner. When the group split up Steve had been delighted to hear that Ted had to go home. He had to be up early for class and still had homework to do. Steve had pretended to be disappointed and had hoped that Ivy and Mary would ditch their dates. No such luck.

“Still I can change back into me. Then I can go back to the dorm and let whoever it is in my body know I’m back.” Steve was pretty sure it was his sister, but it might also have been Ivy. Everything was so confusing. The only thing he was sure of, was that once they switched back he was going to deny having slept with Ted!

Steve parked Ivy’s Mercedes and hurried up to the apartment. When he opened the door, he noticed the lights were on. “I thought I turned the lights off. Oh, well.” Then he headed to the mantel to get the mirror.

“Where is it? Ivy always kept it on the mantel!” Looking around he saw no trace of the mirror. “I’m sure it was there. I saw it when we were all talking earlier.” As he continued his search he spotted a letter sitting on the coffee table. Picking it up he saw words in a feminine script written on it.

“Dearest Ivy” Steve ripped the letter open and unfolded the single page.

Dear Ivy,

As you’ve probably guessed, I’ve reclaimed my property. The mirror, you accidentally, “borrowed” was always mine. In a way, I’m very grateful to you. I used it to ease my, “illness,” thinking that I’d have to use it again once I returned from Hawaii.

The mirror has many potential uses. I’d planned to use the mirror to give my poor spouse a new chance, a new look, and a new opportunity. One that didn’t include my wealth, but youth and health.

However, when I returned, the mirror was gone. Before I found it, my poor Philip passed away. Perhaps this was the best solution, since the ultimate decision was taken from me. My conscience is eased by the knowledge that I wasn’t the cause his demise. You are still my favorite niece, but don’t try to acquire the mirror, again, ever. It is mine.

C

P.S. – I really like the campus and your apartment.

“I knew it! Uncle Philip didn’t die! He took over Cindy’s body.” Then Steve paused, “If Ivy hadn’t stolen the mirror, he would have swapped Cindy into a younger body, she’d be alive.” Then Steve shook his head, feeling his long tresses swing around. “That’s what he says now. Why go on vacation and leave Cindy in his old body. I bet he never intended to swap her into someone new. If Philip disappeared Cindy doesn’t get all of his money.” Then Steve shivered. “Unless, he meant to give her Ivy’s body.”

Feeling a little frightened Steve locked the door and used the chain and deadbolt. Then it hit him. “Oh, my, god. We’re all stuck! I-I’m now Ivy.” Then in a softer voice, “I’m rich. I’m, sexy, and . . . I’m Ivy.” A slow smile spread over Ivy’s face. “I wonder how Ted feels about spring break in the Bahamas?”

Down in the parking lot the red head watched the lights in the penthouse apartment go out. She smiled to herself and looked down at the leather case that now held the mirror. A mirror with a dark angel and a detached handle. “It took me decades to find you and only a few months to reacquire you.” Then she started up the BMW she’d rented. “I’ve not been to Europe in years. A quick stop in New York to drop you in a safe deposit box, one no one in the family knows about, and then I can catch a flight across the pond. As I recall, summers in Ireland are lovely.”