That Which You Are, The Mirror You Become, Part 2/?
Chapter 2
“You WHAT?” Egon asked, looking at Eduardo and Kylie, “I thought we said not to look at the mirror! This is at least a Class 10 matter-energy manipulating specter, do you have any idea what could happen! It could be changing you right now!”
“We seem fine right now…we both felt kinda sick when we looked at it, though,” Kylie said distantly, holding her stomach.
“Yeah, I feel kinda funky, but otherwise I’m fine,” Eduardo added.
Egon waved them up and down with the PKE meter and sighed, saying, “You are both registering high levels of psychokinetic energy. Go home, get some rest, and call us if anything comes up. In fact, Kylie-go home with Eduardo. You both should be together on this in case things happen.”
“Oh, maaan! I gotta room with Kylie?”
“Believe me, I’m enjoying this news as much as you are, Eduardo,” Kylie muttered sarcastically.
They both left and Kylie said, “My couch is pretty comfy-I don’t wanna leave Pagan alone, either. My apartment’s closer to the Firehouse anyhow, that sound okay?”
Eduardo looked down and thought, “Go figure the one time I am close to her, it’s because we’re both Ecto-poisoned or something. Are we ever gonna have calm time?”
“Ed? You okay?” Kylie asked, putting a hand delicately on his shoulder.
“Si, I’m okay…we should get home and get some sleep anyways-it’s an excuse to dodge outta work and get some real sleep for once.”
Rolling her eyes and smiling gently, she nodded, saying, “I’m a bit of a night owl anyways, I’ll watch you for awhile so you can sleep.”
“Nah, let’s just get some sleep together. We both need it in case we turn into monkeys or something.”
“Let’s hope nothing too extreme happens…”
Roland drove both of them to Kylie’s apartment and said, “Take care you guys, we’ll be on call at the Firehouse tonight, so call if anything weird happens.”
“Got it…” they answered in unison.
When they got home, Eduardo looked around at the apartment, saying, “Nice digs…better’n mine, plus I don’t have Carlos to deal with.”
Out of nowhere, a black cat brushed up against Eduardo’s leg and he looked down, petting it and saying, “I remember you…”
Kylie nodded and said, “Normally Pagan hates guests…he seems to like you.”
“Mebbe cuz I crawled around Manhattan in his fur…This place is way different when you aren’t a foot tall with paws…”
“Yeah-still haven’t really forgiven you for that…you coulda hurt him, for all we knew!” she growled, lightly slapping him on the arm.
“Yeah, thanks for not recognizing that I was the one who came up with that wish! And why don’t vets give animals antibiotics like everyone else? I mean, even bubblegum flavor’s better than a needle shoved up your butt!” he returned indignantly, rubbing his arm.
“You mean you didn’t hear Pagan’s mind?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“C’mon…you didn’t know I was joking ‘bout that? And I thought you were smart.”
“I am…just, Pagan is closer to me than anyone. If he left, I wouldn’t have anyone close to me…”
“Thanks…I feel so welcome now.”
Kylie winced, biting her lip and swiftly answered, “I didn’t mean it that way-make yourself comfortable…I don’t have any guy’s clothes, so you’ll have to sleep in yours tonight.”
“Eh, I sleep with my undershirt and boxers anyways…just gimme a blanket an’ I’ll be cool.”
Kylie cringed and said, “That’s not the image I’d like burned into my skull just before bed, thank you…but there’s a blanket on the couch already…I’ll get you a pillow. Warning-Pagan likes sleeping on that couch when he gets tired of sleeping on my stomach…so he might pounce on you.”
“Eh, we’re cool…I like cats, actually-better than dogs-they’re just estupido, y’know? I’ll be okay with him sleeping on me, it’ll be like old times…”
“Okay…sorry I’m not much of a hostess, I’m just not used to guests.”
“Es okay, Kylie…I get kinda lonely in my apartment anyways…it’s a nice change. You are DEFINITELY better than Egon and Slimeball.”
Kylie laughed as she went inside and changed, her stomach still somewhat upset, though the butterflies didn’t help.
“Kylie Griffin, what the hell are you doing?? There has NEVER been a male ever to cross that threshold aside from Pagan! What’s wrong with you!?”
When she finished changing into her nightgown, a satin black robe with straps, she went out after grabbing a pillow and saw Eduardo in his shirt and boxers, slipping underneath the blanket and she felt a slight blush on her cheeks and she threw him the pillow with surprising strength, murmuring, “G’night…yell if anything happens, okay?”
“Buenas noches, Kylie…you do the same…and…..thanks.”
She smiled and said, “You too.”
“We can talk tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
She went to bed, mad at her weakness and pulled a pillow over her hot face, feeling the cool fabric as she fell asleep with surprising speed.
Eduardo stayed awake for awhile, looking at the ceiling, sighing and muttering, “Ay, the only time I can be with her, and still, she’s a room away. Eduardo Rivera, you are a girly man after all-no nerve to just go up and ask her out! Mebbe there’s a chance once we see what happens with that stupid mirror.”
With that, he fell asleep, feeling his stomach finally begin to calm down.
Kylie felt the sun shine on her as the morning came, blinking several times as she felt unbelievably sore, as if every muscle in her body ached, groaning and looking at the ceiling fan whirl lazily as she noticed Pagan had left her bed once more.
“Sheesh, what the hell happened?” she said, gasping at her voice-it sounded lower…more gravelly.
She attempted to get up, as the muscle pain subsided and hobbled toward the mirror.
The urge to shriek was almost too much, at least for Kylie. She saw that she had grown a full 3 inches overnight, and her breasts had disappeared in place of a flat but muscular chest. Her hips had narrowed and her legs had more muscle. Instead of the comfortable space between her legs, she felt something there and slowly looked down and felt the urge to retch-she had become a man.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream rent the air like a knife and Kylie stumbled in, expecting Eduardo, but seeing a smaller, very curvy young woman, with Eduardo’s hair color and his eyes, but the face was narrower, and the curves unavoidable, as the only word Kylie could think of was “Beautiful” as she mumbled in her-now his-voice, “You too?”
Kylie winced as the female version of Eduardo screamed in rapid-fire Spanish, most of the words Kylie noticed were curses.
“I’m a CHICK!”
“Hey, I’m a GUY now…you happy?”
“What ‘choo mean?”
“You always called me the manliest girl you ever met,” he growled, now taller than his friend, feeling odd as he felt like he couldn’t stop looking at the gentle flare of her hips, the softness of her skin, the fullness of her lips and most of all, her breasts-pert but soft and at least a C-cup on her frame. The dusky color of Eduardo’s skin smoothed out and the rusty brown smoothed into a shiny auburn as she looked down, blushing furiously.
She asked in a smooth but higher pitched and very feminine voice, “Um, can I…have some of your clothes? I kinda shrunk last night.”
Indeed Eduardo had-at least 4 inches in height and lost more or less all his muscle tone, looking petite but curvy in all the right places.
“Um, sure-you look about my size, though those hips and breasts might make things a little difficult.”
“Uh…Kylie-I dunno how to put on chick clothes…” Eduardo asked meekly, looking down again, giving Kylie the impression that Eduardo was mortified at the whole situation.
“Uh, I guess I can show you how…I just feel so…weird…like I can’t stop-”
“Staring at my tetas? I noticed-welcome to the world of the guy. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was hardwired into our skulls.”
“And I noticed that you have realized how vulnerable we feel when you do that.”
“Yeah, I feel like I have a pair of balls on my chest…it’s freaky, man!”
Chuckling slightly, Kylie pulled Eduardo into the bedroom, and pulled out an ensemble that seemed to look good enough.
“Now, I’ll help you put it on…the bra’s the hardest part for beginners.”
“Show me…just don’t touch ‘em too much…they’re mucho sensitivo…”
“I just realized-your accent thickened.”
“It did? Ay, ay, ay…mama always said the girls in the family had thicker accents.”
Kylie managed to fit the bra over Eduardo, showing how to clasp it and noticed that her bras didn’t seem to fit-Kylie hoped that they wouldn’t be like this long enough to need a bra shopping trip.
“Um, thanks…this fits kinda tight around my T&A…”
“You’re curvier than I am-er-was…a lot curvier.”
“Great…shouldn’t we call Egon?”
“Let’s hope he recognizes our voices.”
“Yeah…”
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“You WHAT?” Egon asked, looking at Eduardo and Kylie, “I thought we said not to look at the mirror! This is at least a Class 10 matter-energy manipulating specter, do you have any idea what could happen! It could be changing you right now!”
“We seem fine right now…we both felt kinda sick when we looked at it, though,” Kylie said distantly, holding her stomach.
“Yeah, I feel kinda funky, but otherwise I’m fine,” Eduardo added.
Egon waved them up and down with the PKE meter and sighed, saying, “You are both registering high levels of psychokinetic energy. Go home, get some rest, and call us if anything comes up. In fact, Kylie-go home with Eduardo. You both should be together on this in case things happen.”
“Oh, maaan! I gotta room with Kylie?”
“Believe me, I’m enjoying this news as much as you are, Eduardo,” Kylie muttered sarcastically.
They both left and Kylie said, “My couch is pretty comfy-I don’t wanna leave Pagan alone, either. My apartment’s closer to the Firehouse anyhow, that sound okay?”
Eduardo looked down and thought, “Go figure the one time I am close to her, it’s because we’re both Ecto-poisoned or something. Are we ever gonna have calm time?”
“Ed? You okay?” Kylie asked, putting a hand delicately on his shoulder.
“Si, I’m okay…we should get home and get some sleep anyways-it’s an excuse to dodge outta work and get some real sleep for once.”
Rolling her eyes and smiling gently, she nodded, saying, “I’m a bit of a night owl anyways, I’ll watch you for awhile so you can sleep.”
“Nah, let’s just get some sleep together. We both need it in case we turn into monkeys or something.”
“Let’s hope nothing too extreme happens…”
Roland drove both of them to Kylie’s apartment and said, “Take care you guys, we’ll be on call at the Firehouse tonight, so call if anything weird happens.”
“Got it…” they answered in unison.
When they got home, Eduardo looked around at the apartment, saying, “Nice digs…better’n mine, plus I don’t have Carlos to deal with.”
Out of nowhere, a black cat brushed up against Eduardo’s leg and he looked down, petting it and saying, “I remember you…”
Kylie nodded and said, “Normally Pagan hates guests…he seems to like you.”
“Mebbe cuz I crawled around Manhattan in his fur…This place is way different when you aren’t a foot tall with paws…”
“Yeah-still haven’t really forgiven you for that…you coulda hurt him, for all we knew!” she growled, lightly slapping him on the arm.
“Yeah, thanks for not recognizing that I was the one who came up with that wish! And why don’t vets give animals antibiotics like everyone else? I mean, even bubblegum flavor’s better than a needle shoved up your butt!” he returned indignantly, rubbing his arm.
“You mean you didn’t hear Pagan’s mind?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“C’mon…you didn’t know I was joking ‘bout that? And I thought you were smart.”
“I am…just, Pagan is closer to me than anyone. If he left, I wouldn’t have anyone close to me…”
“Thanks…I feel so welcome now.”
Kylie winced, biting her lip and swiftly answered, “I didn’t mean it that way-make yourself comfortable…I don’t have any guy’s clothes, so you’ll have to sleep in yours tonight.”
“Eh, I sleep with my undershirt and boxers anyways…just gimme a blanket an’ I’ll be cool.”
Kylie cringed and said, “That’s not the image I’d like burned into my skull just before bed, thank you…but there’s a blanket on the couch already…I’ll get you a pillow. Warning-Pagan likes sleeping on that couch when he gets tired of sleeping on my stomach…so he might pounce on you.”
“Eh, we’re cool…I like cats, actually-better than dogs-they’re just estupido, y’know? I’ll be okay with him sleeping on me, it’ll be like old times…”
“Okay…sorry I’m not much of a hostess, I’m just not used to guests.”
“Es okay, Kylie…I get kinda lonely in my apartment anyways…it’s a nice change. You are DEFINITELY better than Egon and Slimeball.”
Kylie laughed as she went inside and changed, her stomach still somewhat upset, though the butterflies didn’t help.
“Kylie Griffin, what the hell are you doing?? There has NEVER been a male ever to cross that threshold aside from Pagan! What’s wrong with you!?”
When she finished changing into her nightgown, a satin black robe with straps, she went out after grabbing a pillow and saw Eduardo in his shirt and boxers, slipping underneath the blanket and she felt a slight blush on her cheeks and she threw him the pillow with surprising strength, murmuring, “G’night…yell if anything happens, okay?”
“Buenas noches, Kylie…you do the same…and…..thanks.”
She smiled and said, “You too.”
“We can talk tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
She went to bed, mad at her weakness and pulled a pillow over her hot face, feeling the cool fabric as she fell asleep with surprising speed.
Eduardo stayed awake for awhile, looking at the ceiling, sighing and muttering, “Ay, the only time I can be with her, and still, she’s a room away. Eduardo Rivera, you are a girly man after all-no nerve to just go up and ask her out! Mebbe there’s a chance once we see what happens with that stupid mirror.”
With that, he fell asleep, feeling his stomach finally begin to calm down.
Kylie felt the sun shine on her as the morning came, blinking several times as she felt unbelievably sore, as if every muscle in her body ached, groaning and looking at the ceiling fan whirl lazily as she noticed Pagan had left her bed once more.
“Sheesh, what the hell happened?” she said, gasping at her voice-it sounded lower…more gravelly.
She attempted to get up, as the muscle pain subsided and hobbled toward the mirror.
The urge to shriek was almost too much, at least for Kylie. She saw that she had grown a full 3 inches overnight, and her breasts had disappeared in place of a flat but muscular chest. Her hips had narrowed and her legs had more muscle. Instead of the comfortable space between her legs, she felt something there and slowly looked down and felt the urge to retch-she had become a man.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream rent the air like a knife and Kylie stumbled in, expecting Eduardo, but seeing a smaller, very curvy young woman, with Eduardo’s hair color and his eyes, but the face was narrower, and the curves unavoidable, as the only word Kylie could think of was “Beautiful” as she mumbled in her-now his-voice, “You too?”
Kylie winced as the female version of Eduardo screamed in rapid-fire Spanish, most of the words Kylie noticed were curses.
“I’m a CHICK!”
“Hey, I’m a GUY now…you happy?”
“What ‘choo mean?”
“You always called me the manliest girl you ever met,” he growled, now taller than his friend, feeling odd as he felt like he couldn’t stop looking at the gentle flare of her hips, the softness of her skin, the fullness of her lips and most of all, her breasts-pert but soft and at least a C-cup on her frame. The dusky color of Eduardo’s skin smoothed out and the rusty brown smoothed into a shiny auburn as she looked down, blushing furiously.
She asked in a smooth but higher pitched and very feminine voice, “Um, can I…have some of your clothes? I kinda shrunk last night.”
Indeed Eduardo had-at least 4 inches in height and lost more or less all his muscle tone, looking petite but curvy in all the right places.
“Um, sure-you look about my size, though those hips and breasts might make things a little difficult.”
“Uh…Kylie-I dunno how to put on chick clothes…” Eduardo asked meekly, looking down again, giving Kylie the impression that Eduardo was mortified at the whole situation.
“Uh, I guess I can show you how…I just feel so…weird…like I can’t stop-”
“Staring at my tetas? I noticed-welcome to the world of the guy. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was hardwired into our skulls.”
“And I noticed that you have realized how vulnerable we feel when you do that.”
“Yeah, I feel like I have a pair of balls on my chest…it’s freaky, man!”
Chuckling slightly, Kylie pulled Eduardo into the bedroom, and pulled out an ensemble that seemed to look good enough.
“Now, I’ll help you put it on…the bra’s the hardest part for beginners.”
“Show me…just don’t touch ‘em too much…they’re mucho sensitivo…”
“I just realized-your accent thickened.”
“It did? Ay, ay, ay…mama always said the girls in the family had thicker accents.”
Kylie managed to fit the bra over Eduardo, showing how to clasp it and noticed that her bras didn’t seem to fit-Kylie hoped that they wouldn’t be like this long enough to need a bra shopping trip.
“Um, thanks…this fits kinda tight around my T&A…”
“You’re curvier than I am-er-was…a lot curvier.”
“Great…shouldn’t we call Egon?”
“Let’s hope he recognizes our voices.”
“Yeah…”
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