A Ghost Story

There is a old urban legend, told from senior to frosh

pledge year after year. This sorority house, filled with
the dumbest, sluttiest girls in school, burns down, only a
few things were saved from the fire. Knick-knacks
mostly. But three mirrors too. Vanity table style mirrors,
with a rose carved into the intricate woodwork at the
top. And if the moon is full, blah blah blah, the spirits
of three of those girls can be seen in the mirrors,
longing for the life they had before. The pledges were
made to stand in front of mirrors, usually with a fake
looking paper rose on top. in the dark for a scare. No one
ever got scared, because, really, who believes in ghosts
anymore?
Or, perhaps, those who DO see the other side don't live to
tell about it.
A ghost story: by Serenity
1
Brandon looked around the apartment. It was clean, well kept and
mostly furnished. Nondescript bargain store furniture, probably built
out of a box. It was a three apartment unit on the outskirts of the
college campus, recently renovated. Some sort of fire or
something. Either way, it was in good shape now. Brandon walked into
the bedroom, acting like he was looking for flaws in the paint, hoping
the annoyed looking landlady might come down a bit on the rent. Not
that it would have mattered. The other two units were being rented by
two of his best friends C.C. and Dan, and if they landed all three,
this building would be party central! One piece of furniture that did
look somewhat valuable in an antique way was the bedroom mirror,
framed in woodwork that Brandon was sure must have been carved by hand
many, many years ago. A delicate and amazingly well done flower
adorned the crown. A little girly, but also antique-y, too. Classy.
"I'll take it," said Brandon.
The landlady smiled, and began shoving forms in front of him to
sign. All three units rented in one day. It made for easy work. As she
walked out, she turned and wished her new tenant well. She didn't know
she would never see him again. As she went to the other two units to
fill out the paperwork, she had no idea that with each stroke of the
pen the boys didn't just sign away 650 a month, they had just signed
away their lives.
The three of them took little time wandering throughout each others
apartments, pointing out how each was better than the others, typical
male posturing and all. But one thing Brandon did notice were the

identical mirrors in the other two apartments. One in C..C.'s room,

the other in Danny's hallway. But not one of them thought anything
strange.
Later that night, Brandon was finishing hooking up the stereo wires to
his entertainment unit, and stopped to look out the window. The moon,
bright and full, shone into the living room, blue and peaceful. He
smiled a bit then stood and stretched. As he turned to the tv to turn
it on, he saw a woman behind him in the screens reflection. Brandon
quickly turned around and saw nothing but an empty couch. He looked
back at the screen, a chill running up his spine, and saw only himself
looking back. He just chuckled a bit at himself and turned on the
TV. Hopefully the Sox would be on.
Brandon woke up on the couch, and wiped some drool from his chin as he
sat up and looked at the clock. Damn, it's late. He thought as he went
to the bathroom to piss, then head off to bed. He turned on his
bedroom light and started to take off his dirty jeans when he saw
something move out of the corner of his eye. He started and looked up
into the eyes of the most gorgeous woman he ever laid eyes on. Long
golden tresses framed an angelic face, beautiful large emerald eyes,
pouty lips...her small fit body adorned by two massive fake
breasts. It took Brandon a second to realize that she was in the
mirror though. It also took him a second to realize he had fallen down
in shock.
This woman looked like she was on the other side of a window, looking
into Brandon's room. And as Brandon stood up and moved in front of the
mirror, he could see his reflection behind hers. Like she was standing
in front of the dresser checking her make up or something. He waved
his hands, but the woman took no notice. She just stood there staring
ahead, and slightly down as she gently lifted her boobs and let them
drop. Brandon realized then what he was seeing. This woman was looking
at her reflection, not him. He slowly walked forward and waved his
hand in the space where she was standing and in the reflection he
could see his fingertips poke through her belly. Brandon couldn't
believe it. A ghost! Here!
Just as he was contemplating running over to tell his friends, the
woman turned in the mirror and walked towards him, then through him on
her way to the hallway. For a split second, when they were overlapped
in the reflection, Brandon could swear he felt...hungry? Hungry? The
image of the woman was gone as she walked out of the door and Brandon
left the room to follow. He ran down the hallway, and must have run
through her again, as his gut rumbled for a second. He turned on the
kitchen light and looked around frantically for something that gave a
reflection. He pulled out an aluminum pan and flipped it over to it's
shiny bottom and looked at it, moving around the kitchen. There! The
woman, naked and amazing, walked into the kitchen and opened the
fridge. Well, the fridge in the reflection, anyway. Brandon's fridge
stood unmolested. In the hazy reflection he saw her take something out
and head back down the hallway.
Of course, right behind her, with reflective pan in hand and walking
backward, Brandon followed.
The woman headed into the bedroom, and in the clear reflection of the
vanity mirror, Brandon saw her carrying a plate of strawberries. He

couldn't peel his eyes off of her. Every curve a exaggeration of

feminine perfection. She sat on the bed and...the bed is pink? Brandon
looked at his blue comforter, then looked in the mirror. The mirror
bed was pink. Was it pink before? The rest of mirror-room was still
his, but the bed was definitely a hers. Looking in the mirror to get
his bearings, Brandon sat on the bed opposite of
mirror-girl. Mirror-girl didn't notice of course. He reached out and
put his hands on mirror-girls breasts. And while his hands felt only
air, the reflection looked awesome. Like something out of his horniest
wet dreams. He could feel his erection straining his pants, as he
leaned in looking at the reflection as he gave the air in front of him
a kiss. Mirror-Brandon of course looked luckier, as he was kissing
oblivious mirror-girl.. Just then though Brandon slipped a bit and
fell forward a couple inches, his face going through hers and then
right then he could taste them. Strawberries. Juicy and cold
strawberries. His senses were flooded with sensations. The pull of his
large fake tits, the coolness of his silk sheets against his moist
pussy, the afterglow of a nights sex and mmmm. Strawberries. Almost as
tasty as cum.
Brandon shot straight up. So many sensations in such a short split
second. All from his head being where her head was? Brandon was
breathing heavy, shocked. He didn't notice right away that he could
still taste the berries. And as he realized that he could he also
realized that mouth was full. He put his hand to his mouth and spit
out a bite of strawberry. A Strawberry that was only a
mirror-strawberry a second before. And as he looked into the mirror,
he saw his eyes...his large emerald eyes. His eyeshadow covered, large
emerald green eyes. He ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror as
he rubbed and scrubbed the make up off. Touching the ghost must have
brought back the makeup and strawberry from the mirror-world. But his
eyes? Why did he have her eyes now? What the fuck is happening?
He noticed though that despite his shock and fear, his pants were
still straining. Something about when they merged....he couldn't
remember. Just that she was horny, and that made him horny. He sat
down on the toilet cover and slowly began to jerk off, not really
knowing why. Just feeling a need to get off. It didn't take
long. Before long he cried out as his orgasm hit like a wave, and his
hand and thighs were drizzled with cum. He reached for the toilet roll
to clean up, and forgot that he didn't unpack the bathroom box yet
with all the ghost action going on. He stood up and went in front of
the sink to wash his hands. As he looked down to turn on the faucet he
didn't see mirror-girl walk in. As he looked up and saw her behind
him, it was too late, she walked forward into him, and as she
disappeared into his reflection he was assaulted by the same
sensations. His high heels pinching his feet a bit, the taste of
lipstick being applied, the smell of hair spray.Is this cum? How did
that get there? The taste of his favorite treat...
And then it was gone as mirror-girl walked out of the bathroom,
leaving Brandon shaking behind, his hand still covered in come,
although his thigh was clean. He just stood there as his mind began to
organize all the sensations. So much at once almost overloading
him. As he came to his senses, he looked in the mirror at his naked
body. His mind combining information, and he turned sideways a bit and
looked at his ass. Smooth and hairless and sorta bubble-y it was a
perfect ass, Brandon thought. He faced the mirror straight on and

looked at his huge nipples with a unapproving smirk. He went to pinch

them a bit, firm them up a little, when he noticed the cum on his
hands, cold and gooey. And in one swift, unthinking motion, he brought
his hand up to his lips and started to lick it clean, moaning a bit at
the salty taste of his favorite....treat? Wasn't it mirror-girls
favorite? Wait, was it? Brandon couldn't remember. All he could think
of was how just, like, fucking good it was.
Brandon walked down the hallway, his gait slightly changed, absently
sucking on a finger on his way to the bedroom. Mirror girl was in her
mirror-bed. Already falling asleep. Brandon thought it was a good idea
too, and laid down on the other side of the bed, his back to hers
identical asses facing eachother. Neither one noticed.
Morning came quickly and Brandon looked all over the apartment with
his mirrored pan but could not find mirror-girl. Then he had an
idea. A damned good one. He was in such a rush out the door he didn't
even notice the sounds of giggling coming from C.C's apartment, and in
no time flat, Brandon was pulling into Home Depot. As he pushed the
way to large and rusty cart around the giant isles towards the mirror
section, he kept fiddling with his pants, which just didn't fit right
this morning. Tight as all hell in the rear and hips, but practically
falling off in the front. Almost as if they were cut wrong.
But three hundred dollars and many pants adjustments later, Brandon
was hanging the last mirror in the kitchen. Every angle in every room
was covered now, and now he would have good warning before he and
mirror-girl did any merging. Which was weird, because Brandon knew he
changed a bit after the little mind meld on the bed, but for the love
of him he didn't know how. It had been bugging him all damned
day. Just like his way too sensitive nipples.
Just then the door knocked, and in flew C.C.. and Dan, chatting fast
and giggling faster. They both threw their purses on the kitchen
counter and practically dragged Brandon into the living room as they
talked at light speed about some boy they met last night and how cute
he was and ohmigod and all that. Brandon just stared in awe. His two
friends were like different people..not LIKE...they were two different
people.. The flailing hands and giggles and moaning...they were
talking like two airheaded chicks or something! Brandon stared at
Dan's chest...were those tits budding under there? He looked across
the room at one of his new mirrors and did a doubletake. In the
mirror, instead of his buddies were two women, two beautiful women
sitting on the couch, mirroring his friends exactly. What the hell?
"Guys! Stop for a second! Are you even listening to yourselves? You,
like, sound like airheads or something. I mean, like, look at the
mirror, you guys totally look different!"
Brandons hand crept up to his mouth as he realized what he sounded
like. His voice sounded so high, so cute! It sounded
just. like. them. C.C. stood up and walked to the mirror, looking at
himself, er, herself, this way and that.
"Oh. My. GAWD! You are like, so right Brandi! How did I leave with my
hair like this! I gotta go! You wanna go to the hairdressers Danni?"
And in a whirl of airkisses and flying purses they were gone. Brandon

just stared at the door, his heart thumping. His friends...what? How?
They changed so much! And him too! How much of him was different?
"Testing! One! Two!" His voice just dripped appeal. It looked so weird
to see his face creating such a sexy sound. He thought about Dan's, or
Danni's breasts, and pulled up his shirt. His nipples looked the same
they always had, the aureole about two inches wide with his nipple a
good half inch long and just as thick... Man, if he started getting
boobies...wait, boobies? Who the hell says boobies? If he started
getting tits, he'd kill himself. Brandon knew he had to get to the
bottom of this, he just didn't know how...
It wasn't long after that he saw movement and he watched as
mirror-girl...Brandi...walk in the door. And she wasn't alone. She was
practically dragging a tall, well built guy behind her and they
quickly made their way to the couch. Brandon had to dive out of the
way to avoid getting touched. In the mirrors he watched as the guy
ripped what little clothing she was wearing off, and started to cover
her neck in kisses as she fumbled with his belt. He lowered his head
to her tits, suckling in earnest, and Brandon felt a strange longing
coming from his own chest.
In one deft motion Brandi flipped the two over, the man falling on the
couch, laughing, his cock swinging this way and that, and Brandi just
dove on it. Licking, kissing and sucking with abandon. Brandon
couldn't get a good angle with the wall mirrors, so he took a hand
mirror he bought and knelt at the couch to get a good close view, his
erection growing quickly. Here he was kneeling next to a invisible
woman the kind a man would only dream about, and all he could look at
was the impressive cock, wet with saliva. He felt so, damned right,
kneeling there...and he felt his mouth water a bit as he thought about
his...treat? Was that right? He needed to free his own cock, so he set
down the mirror and began to undo his pants, and as soon as he pulled
it out, (Was it smaller than before?) his hand flew back to the
mirror, to get a good look at that beautiful cock, err, chick. Brandon
didn't know.
His mind felt torn in two. Part of him wanted to sit in the guys place
so bad, and feel those lips, but another part...a growing part of him
wanted something else entirely. He watched as Brandi mouthed words up
to the mirror-stud. Her lips moving soundlessly. Let me taste it?
Brandon was sure that's what she said.
"Let me taste it" He repeated. It sounded to good, so sexy coming from
his new voice.
Her lips moved again and again Brandon mimicked her...
"I love your cock, It's so big" Again, the voice of the sluttiest
angel.
Something is so wrong here, Thought Brandon. Then he realized he was
even thinking in her voice.
He didn;t have time to worry about that though, because in
mirror-world, things were coming to a climax. The man had his hands
wrapped up in Brandi's hair, and he could tell the man was close, very
close. And as he saw the man's balls clench and the base of the cock

swell on Brandi's lips he knew he had just blew his load (given his
treat). Brandon's own cock trembled and a few drops of pearly white
cum dribbled out. Brandon just stared at Brandi's face, how happy she
looked. His free hand absently collected what little cum he produced
and brought it to his mouth just as Brandi let the impressive cock out
of her mouth, a line of cum dribbling from her chin. She looked up at
her man the same time Brandon sucked off his treat, and as Brandi
mouthed a word, Brandon said it at the very same time.
"Tasty"
Brandon noticed that Brandi was still rolling that delicious looking
cum in her mouth, and he remembered what happened with the
strawberries. Thoughts of any changes that happened along with those
strawberries didn't occur to him though. All he wanted was more of
that taste. And before Brandi had a chance to swallow, Brandon shoved
his face right into hers.
Salty. Creamy. Wonderful.
Men. So easy. So FUN!
I am So fucking wet right now.
I wonder what Danni and Sissy are up to?
I wonder if he can get hard again...
And just like that the connection was severed as Brandi moved in
mirror-world. Brandon was left kneeling by the couch, trembling and
shaking as millions of neurons and nerve pathways were quickly being
rewritten to accommodate the ton in information forced upon him a
once. As he slowly regained his senses, he slowly smiled. His plump
lips smeared with cum, and he turned to look at a mirror. He stuck out
his tongue and looked at the fresh hot load upon it. It looked like a
little shot of heaven. He swirled it in his mouth a bit, moaning in
pleasure. The fact that his voice sounded like a porn star didn't even
phase him, it was like it was always his voice. And he slowly
swallowed his treat, already eager to taste more. Sissy and Danni
would tease him of course, he was always the most slutty of the
three...
Like a distant headlight on a foggy night, a tiny bit of thought poked
through Brandon's cumdrunk state. C.C.....Dan? How much they
changed. Did they change? They looked so cute, Brandon couldn't
remember. Did he change? He stood up and looked in the mirror...
His perfect green eyes were on either side of his small, slightly
upturned nose and his plump, red cocksuckers were ever
girls...guys...dream. His face was framed with golden tresses, which
fell upon the slopes of his perky breasts. Brandon frowned at
this. Something seemed wrong. He turned this way and that, running his
small hands with the candy red fingernails along the slopes and curves
of his titties. What was it. His chest wasn't always like this....he
knew it. Weren't his boobies bigger? It was so hard to think. Brandon
didn't know that the new routes through his new mind were slower, less
efficient. That his IQ had dropped by an alarming degree, was of no
concern. Brandon wanted to know why his tits got smaller. (You don't
have tits, you are a man) Brandon heard the voice, panicked and
urgent, but didn't understand...of course he was a man. He looked down
at his two inch cock nestled between two creamy thighs. See. He was a
guy. Like, that voice is, like dumb. Brandon thought.

Just then he remembered the mirror-girl. Like, where did she go? He
wondered as he wandered through the apartment. Mincing steps on heels
he wasn't wearing a half hour before. He noticed that everything
seemed so much bigger to him, but he never thought that he might have
gotten shorter. (wake up, brandon!) That silly voice again. Brandon
walked down the hallway, and he entered his bedroom, and smiled at how
pretty it was. Then he saw Brandi in the mirror...and Oooo what a
mirror-man! Brandi was on all fours, her huge fake titties swinging in
time with each thrust she was getting from behind. The stud had his
big hands on her hips, and he was giving to her, hard. Brandon looked
on his bed, and was shocked to see indents in his comforter right
where Brandi's hands were in the mirror...he could almost see the bed
shaking.
I wonder if I could feel that? He thought.
You don't WANT to feel that. You are a man! Men like chicks! That
voice. So familiar.
Brandon looked at Brandi. He felt no attraction at all. She was more
like a sister to him. Like a twin sister...who was getting the fucking
of her life...Brandon began to walk towards the bed.
No! You have to stop! Break the mirror, it's what is changing you, ME!
You don't want to be a dumb slut!
Brandon hesitated a bit, unsure...he turned to look at his mirror...at
Brandi. She looked up right then, right into the miror, right into
Brandon's eyes. And as her mouth moved, Brandon knew what she was
saying, and his lips followed suit, his slutty sex filled voice
echoing in his empty room...
"You know you want to"
Brandon knelt on the bed. Time seemed to slow as he leaned forward,
placing his hand in one of the spots, and his knees in the divots that
Brandi had put in the comforter. The bed started to move underneath
him, moving in rythym. He looked into the mirror and the image he saw
was that of a cute girl with small boobs sticking out of a goddess
with the most perfect titties a guy could want. He stared at the
mirror as he reached down to put his hand where hers was in the
mirror, their bodies fully merging, his face melting into hers until
there was only one guy...one..girl in the mirror. One
girl...mmmm...Brandon could feel the wonderful cock in his pussy, he
could hear the sloshy slurpy sounds of that wonderful dick sliding in
and out of him...of her. Brandi looked up in the mirror, loving the
feel of mirror man's cock in her, her mind overflowing with sex
positions, cocksucking techniques...ways to flirt, to tease, to
dress..To clench her pussy just right and to...to...mmmm....oh fuck
right...and as orgasm after orgasm came crashing over her, she could
feel her boobies stretching, filling becoming the match of her
reflection. The underside gaining small scars where her wonderful
doctor put in the implants. She loved her fake tits. Sure, like Sissy
and Danni teased her alot, but she was the one who always got laid,
night after night... and...Ooooo.Ohmigawd.....More!!!! She could feel
her mirror-stud tense as he shot wad after wad of ooey gooey cum into
her cunt. The warmth and thrill of his seed sending her over the edge

again like a rocket...And as Brandi rolled over in bed away from

mirror-stud she just laid on her empty bed, moaning and giggling with
every single amazing aftershock of her orgasms.
Brandi reached down to her dripping pussy and pulled out a glob of
cum, lazily suckling on it as she rolled out of bed. The weight of her
giant boobs a blessing, an advertisement for the sex she craved so
much. The walls of the apartment had changed, many of the mirrors
gone, replaced with posters and sorority banners. She walked to the
kitchen for some strawberries, and giggled a bit. With her best
girlfriends and sorority sisters getting the other two apartments,
this place was gonna be hunk central. Her pussy already felt empty,
and in need of a man.
As she walked back to her room, a line of cum slowly dribbling down a
leg, Brandi didn't notice a faint reflection of a man in the hallway
mirror, slamming and banging his hands against the other side of the
glass. She was too busy with the strawberries and her favorite treat
running down her thigh.