Birthday Present Chapter 2

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was making love to the woman in the mirror, but, at the same time, I was that woman. I stopped caressing myself and buttoned up my blouse. "My blouse" I thought, "my lips, my breasts, my bra, my panties, my garter, my nylons, my high heels." What had I done? Where had I gone? Who was this woman staring at me seductively from the mirror?

I was falling in love with Victoria, but where was Victor? As Victoria became more and more real, Victor seemed to be fading away. This can't be happening. I am Victor. I have a wife, Donna. I have a career. I play handball. I'm athletic. I'm not a woman. I put my hand on my now softening dick. Not even close to being a woman.

I love good sex, but I realized that I had let a sex game get out of hand. I took off the wig, then the blouse, laying them on the counter. Bending over with difficulty, I unfastened and slid the high heels off of my feet and set them on the counter. Unzipping the jeans, I wiggled my hips until I could get them below my butt and peeled them off of my legs. I stood back up and looked at myself. Full makeup and black, lacy bra, black garter belt and hose, and black silky panties. I wavered slightly in my determination. Steeling myself, I slid the bra down and turned it so that I could unfasten it and laid it with the other clothing. I slid the panties off and tossed them onto the pile. I reached down and unhooked each of the tabs on the garter, releasing the black, shimmering hose. Reaching behind me, I unhooked and removed the garter and laid it reluctantly on the counter. Sitting on the stool, I slowly slid the delicate hose off of my smooth legs and added them to the pile.

I looked at myself in the mirror, completely naked and hairless but with perfume reeking from my chest and full makeup on my face.

"Goodbye, Miss Vickie. It was fun while it lasted but I've got to have myself back." I turned and stepped into the shower, turned on and adjusted the water, reached up and grabbed the cold cream and, opening it, started to clean off my face. As the water rinsed off the last of the makeup and I soaped and washed off the perfume, that famous line from the horror movie ran across my mind.