The Mirror of Phantasy

[Kepic]

THE SPIRIT IN THE MIRROR

I had lost count of the passage of time, since I had been confined over two thousand years ago, in this mirror.
Madness was a fast friend, insanity a bedside companion. But I clung on to the last shred's of my fragile mind, resolved not to fall into the pit of despair that forever hung beneath my feet, flames lapping up at my ankles. Trapped with this window into the outside world, with which I could not interact, but could only stare at, my eyes never allowed to close, my gaze unable to waver. For some time now, that view had been denied me, a cloth had been hung over the glass. Every now and then, some insect or spider would come into view, my only diversion, and at the moment I watched a spider making its web up at one corner.

Who was I, who had fallen foul to this torment? I had a name, I know, once long ago, but it is not mine to wield any longer.

What was I, who had deserved this punishment? A betrayer of love. My crime was inked upon my mind like some vulgar tattoo. I had broken her trust, spurned her freely given heart, for my own gain, ignoring my own heart's feeling for her. She had sentenced me to this... and although I had screamed and protested in anger and frustration, I knew that this fate was justly mine.

Her name, yes, I remember that. Ellia. And I remember her, with a vividness that made the outside world at times seem almost insubstantial. Her features, her sweet voice, her elegant grace and lithesome figure. Her gentle caress, her mellodious laughter and the taste of her tears. But she was dust long ago, as was my own physical body.

Her memory was the only thing I valued now, one of the only things that helped me keep my remaining sanity.

She had given me one chance for reparation. One hope for escape. And for that, I waited, determined to prove myself worthy of the love she had held for me. For one day, the mirror would find its way into the hands of one who would have her soul - her reincarnation if you will. Spirits turn on the wheel of time just as the physical world does. And that one would have the power to free my own spirit, to release me of this imprisonment.

Once freed of the confines of this mirror, I would be able to take shape again. A shape, though, of her own choosing, her own desires. She would be able to mould me into any form that pleased her, eventually, though it would be her dreams that would give me shape at first.

* * *

In some dark corner of an antiques shop, a tall mirror was led, a dusty and cob-webbed sheet hung over it. The frame, of oak, though once finely engraved with prancing figures, and set with precious stones, was now but worn away by the passage of time, the gems long ago prised out by greedy hands, and pock-marked with woodworm. Yet somehow it maintained its grip on the mirror therein, which was almost seven feet high and three feet broad. How long it had lain there, the owner of the shop did not know, but it had been there since he had bought the shop from its previous owner. He had always meant to get rid of it, or at least clean it up to make it more presentable to a prospective buyer, but somehow it always seemed to slip his mind.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Hope Ellia Fitzgerald:

"HOPE!" I cringed at the sound of his voice. That man never cut me a break.

"I'm coming Mr. Proctor," I called making my way slowly out of the attic. "Yes sir?"

"I want you to clean that mirror over there. It's been here too damn long, and I want to get rid of it, but I can't as long as it's looking like that."

I blew a whisp of strawberry-blond hair out of my eyes. "But sir, it's closing time, and I was just getting ready to leave."

"You can leave after the mirror is clean. I have someone who might be interested in it coming first thing in the morning."

I wanted to say something, but couldn't. I needed this job too much. The pay was great, and it was putting me through school. My shoulders slumped a little. "Yes, Mr. Proctor."

"Good. Now, I'm going home. You make sure you lock up before you leave."

I turned on my heal and headed toward the large mirror covered with the dirty sheet. The sound of the bells above the door signaled that Mr. Proctor had wasted no time in leaving. "Make sure you lock up..." I mumbled to myself as I drew the sheet off. The cloud of dust that it sent up made me sneeze, throwing my glasses down my nose. I pushed them back into place, plunked my hands on my hips and scowled at the mirror. "How do I always get stuck here?" I looked at myself carefully, but I just saw the same old me, plain blue eyes, funny colored hair. I turned away with a sigh, and walked to the back to get something to clean it up with.

 

[kathy stl]

ameteur

sounds like you guys have this locked up, and I am beginning to recognize the wheat from the chaff (is that spelled right?)

but if there is room for an ameteur, I know I am not good at this yet, but let me know

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit

Suddenly, my view had changed. The sheet had been drawn away - and although the mirror's outside surface was a little grimy from many years of neglect, I could still make out the figure standing before me. She sneezed from the dust - and if I could smile, I might have done so then - and she pushed a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles back up her nose. A pretty woman, whose feature's reminded me somewhat of Ellia. I sighed.

"How do I always get stuck here?" she said, with a frown. I started at that voice - since I have not heard anything in all my millenia of confinement. Her words broke the silence I had endured for so long like a thunderclap. I looked closer at her - and saw the colour of her eyes. Blue. And the exact same hue as that of Ellia's.

After all my years...millenia... of confinement, had my chance for freedom finally come round? Hope soared in my mind.

She turned away and walked out of sight, and if I could have strained my sight to follow her, I would have.

She returned with a yellow cloth and a strange-looking bottle. She shook it, pulled off its top, and pointed it at the mirror, pressing her thumb down on the white thing on top. A spray of clear liquid shot forth, and she began to clean the glass.

I watched her, not that I had any choice in the matter, my mind more alert than it had been for centuries, taking in every detail of her features, comparing them with those I clearly remembered of Ellia's. The high cheek bones. The lobes of her ears. The same curl of her lips. She was young, perhaps just eighteen summers of age, I guessed.

"Ellia" I sighed out, though my own voice was unheard to me, she jumped back, dropping the bottle as she did so. She had heard me! I saw the strange water-spraying flask hit the ground and roll to a stop at the base of the mirror.

Her eyes were wide for a few moments, then she relaxed, and bent down to pick the bottle back up. As she did so, she saw there was an inscription, engraved into the glass, at the mirror's base.

I knew the language was ancient, and beyond the knowledge of this world now, the pronounciation as forgotten as were the letters of its alphabet, but, as she cleaned the glass there to be better able to 'read' it, I saw her gasp, and her eyes crossed it, from my right to my left, several times, her mouth open, her brow furrowed. I could not focus my own sight to read it, even with it backwards, but I knew what it said... my name. Somehow, I knew she could read it. Her mind would be telling her now she should not be able to read it... that the script should be untranslatable.

Should she say it, then I would be free of this prison. My spirit would be released, and I would be obliged to follow her through her mortal life until she forgave me my crime against her own soul. But I would be invisible to her, insubstantial as the breeze.

But what form might I take, what dreams might she hold with which to give me shape?

OOC: Kathy... like I've said in the 'Motel' thread, I'm impressed by your writing so far, its very good. That's my honest opinion, not idle flattery. As for a possible introduction for you into this thread, how about as a close friend of Hope's? Hmm... maybe one that Hope has dreamt about? That might make an interesting first fantasy fufillment for her. You could play the 'physical' role of the spirits first form, Kathy, and I the spirit's mental opinions on what's happening (kind of like a voyeur in my own body...) Then perhaps Hope 'approaches' her the day after... and things kind of spiral off from there. How's that, Shy? Think that a good idea?

 

[ShyGoddess]

I jumped back, not really believing my own ears. Had someone just spoken to me? I shook my head as if to clear it.

"Silly goose. You're alone in the store." As I leaned over to pick up the bottle of cleaner, I spotted an inscription on the base of the mirror. I squinted at it, scanning the words over and over, my mind confused, my mind working over and over in wonder. I had never seen such script before, but somehow I knew what it said. "Ian." could that be my voice? That breathy whisper?

A sharp knock on the door made me whirl around, and I let out the breath I was holding when I saw who it was. I unlocked the door and let her in. "You are going to kill me one of these days with your unexpected visits." I unlocked the door and stepped back so she could step into the shop.

OOC: That's a good idea. I was also thinking maybe she could be a sprit sent as a guide. or something like that. I'll leave it up to Kathy. So go for it girl!

 

[kathy stl]

Thanks

ooc: Thanks guys, that sounds like a very challenging idea. I'll do the best i can, but doubt if I get around to it for a few days (I do actually have a real life too, though not much of one!)so you guys just go on ahead. Plus, after this post I am hoping I'm not a virgin anymore!

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit - 'Ian'

"Ian" she said, her voice the faintest of whispers. But it was enough. Suddenly, I felt like I was pulled forward... out of the mirror! My name? My name!

Free! I almost cried out in elation, but managed to stiffle my jubilance in case I might scare this woman, this reincarnation of Ellia's soul. After a few moments, I quickly realised that my release from the mirror itself was only a partial freedom. I could move, but my field of view was still determined for me. Wherever I went, she remained at the centre of view. I could spin about her, change the distance between us, move to any angle, but still she stayed in my sight.

But, to look upon 'Ellia' again, after all this time - to see her in the flesh and blood, not reliant upon just my memories, as vivid as they had been of her - was not objectionable.

I started to study the surroundings, as I drifted about her invisibly. Mostly furniture, though most of it was strange and unfamiliar, though the purpose of most of them was clear. A small statuette, about two feet high, caught my attention, and I moved so that it and 'Ellia' were beside one another in my view, so I could examine it better. A bronze casting, of a man ready to hurl a discus. Ah, I thought, the games at Athens. That brought back some memories of my prior life, so long ago. Ellia had been a priestess of Aphrodite...

Then I heard her talking, though her lips were not moving. I realised her voice was coming from the mirror. I moved back to it, watching her still at work cleaning the glass.

I realised the mirror was somehow echoing her thoughts. Reflecting them to me? A mirror of the mind, as it were?

OOC: I was having second thoughts the next morning after my last post, on that idea - thought it might be a little unwieldy, but hey, if you two liked it, cool. Well, it'd be best I think if one of you described Hope's friend...

 

[ShyGoddess]

OOC: If you have anymore ideas, let them rip. Let's see where this thread goes. I'm going to pass on describing the friend, I'll leave it up to Kathy, if she wants it.

IC:

"I didn't mean to, ya know, it just kind of happens," she just smirked at me. "Anyways, you need a good scare now and then. Your life is boring enough as it is."

"My life is not boring. I'm having a very pleasant time, thank you very much," I didn't bother to turn around, already knowing what her answer would be.

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you had a date?"

Last night, I thought to myself. In my deepest dreams of the night. I thought about the man who had made love to me. Dark and tall, and handsome. It had been in Ancient Greece, and he had come to me when he could have had any woman he desired, but he had wanted only me. "So, I haven't been on a date in a while. I haven't found anyone worth my time."

Liar. It was his voice. My dream lover, and I heard as loud as a clap of thunder. My heart skipped a beat at the sound. Rough around the edges, just like the man himself.

I shook my head, chastising myself for my folly. He was just a dream. "Let me just finish this and we can go. I need something to eat. I missed my lunch."

"Why do you let that man push you around, Hope? If it weren't for all the work you put in around here, he wouldn't have any customers. They only buy things because you talk them into it."

"Please don't start. Let me just grab my coat, and we can go. This place is a little too creepy for me tonight."

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit

I span about Hope, as her and her friend left the building.

Hope! The name was almost providential.

I followed them, listening to their conversation.

 

[ShyGoddess]

I locked the door as we left. I knew what was coming next.

"Why don't you and I double sometime. I know this great guy I work with. He thinks you're really cute."

My first response was to say no, but a rage like I've never felt came over me. He did it, why can't I? What the hell are you talking about, a voice whispered in my head. He who? And why did it upset me so much.

"I think about it."

"Yeah, you do that."

I shivered a little, and peeked over my shoulder. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn I felt someone brush my shoulder. Almost as if it were telling me not to go. I shivered again.

"You cold or something?"

"No, no...I'm fine. Why don't we head to the bar for a few drinks. Maybe you'll find a man who can keep your interest for more than a few minutes." She just giggled at me.

 

[Kepic]

OOC: OK... heres another idea... in a similar vein to the last... Hope and Kathy goe to the bar, Hope goes to restroom to freshen up, sees a couple of women come out of the same cubicle together, giggling, imagines herself and Kathy in one of them... I 'hear' this fantasy in the restroom mirror (I figure that I need a mirror to 'read' Hopes fantasy thoughts)... take the form of Kathy and enter the restroom... and the fantasy plays out. Kathy leaves Hope in there, recovering, then Hope comes out and asks Kathy to walk her home, intending to carry on the experience at home with her - not realising it wasn't Kathy really at all.

 

[ShyGoddess]

OOC: That's a really good idea too.

 

[kathy stl]

at last

ooc: (well I've never been in character yet have it?) You guys are full of good ideas and am sorry to be draggin my feet. But if I spend anymore time on these threads I'm gonna get fired and put back in the Barnes Hospital 14th floor (which is the locked pysch unit in case you have never visited there). So here goes.

Kathy is Hope's best gf, she is 25, light brown hair worn simply and cut to her shoulders, five four and about 110, smallish (sorry Ian, unless you want em big) but cute (allow me my vanity?) breasts and a very "in shape" body. Kathy is somewhat Hopes alter ego. More aggressive and experienced with men and love/sex.

Ic (at last): She is "hopeless" I am think as we walk along the dark tree lined sidewalk. Sure she had a date last night. With her right hand I bet. Look at her, trim that hair just a touch, take her to the Galleria for some actual girl clothes, and put a peach shade of lipstick on her, don’t touch her eyes with makeup, they are so childlike, and she’s a doll. Guys would fall over her, jeez I would fall over her. How can she not figure out how I feel about her? Lost in her dingy antiques.

Come on Hope darlin, I say with my arm around her hips. Do not put your hand on her behind Kathy. Lets go over to Duff’s and get a drink. If you won’t date will you at least listen to my sorrowful recent romantic disaster? Please? And a kiss on her strawberry hair. Do not put your tongue in her mouth Katheryn.

Well I admit it has been a weird day, she says with her little girl smile, poofing her hair out of her eyes (if I didn’t know her real age I would think she is not old enough to be in this thread…thread? Wait…isn’t this my life?) I could use a drink, she admits. So we cross over and go into the comfy dark bar.

Why are we both always looking back over our shoulders? I mean we are smart safe fems, but this isn’t a neighborhood to be afraid in. Just a feeling I have about being watched.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Hope:

We grabbed our usual booth in the corner of Duff's, Kathy ordered her usual bloody mary and I had just plain old ginger ale. Kathy gave me a dubious look. I just looked at her with a look that said, "don't start".

She obviously didn't take the hint. "Girl, what are you doing. You are twenty-two years old for gods sake! You need to loosen up."

Sometimes I envyed her. She had all the confidence I lacked, looks I longed for, and men crawling all over themselves for her attention. Not that I wanted all those men. I had only one man in my head, but he only exsisted in my dreams. I could only imagine what Kathy would do if she ever found out I was still a virgin. She'd probably buy me a male jiggilo for the night.

"I'm going to the powder room to freshen up."

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit

I followed close to Hope as she left her friend at the 'bar', obviously a taverner, to go to the 'restroom'.
Loud 'music' was blaring away, and I was glad when the door closed behind her, quieting the noise. The sound of a lyre playing was the music I had been accustomed to in my life, and this present-day music... well, I suppose it had a certain quality to it...

Hope moved to a water basin, and looked at the large mirror that was placed along the wall above the row of basins. I hovered over her shoulder, listening now to her thoughts more clearly with the aid of the mirror's reflection.

A door opened behind us, and two women came out, giggling and hugging one another... their faces slightly flushed. Sexual relations between same genders had not been unusual in my time, where women often had to while the way alone together while their husbands or lovers where away campaigning. Men often found comfort even in each others arms when they were far from home. I was fortunate enough to have been gifted as an artist, a scupltor... that was how I had first met Ellia... commissioned by the temple of Aphrodite to fashion a statue of the Goddess...

 

[ShyGoddess]

Hope:

I looked in the mirror at myself, and cringed at what I saw. I was so plain. I didn't even boarder on cute. I looked about 17 and got mistaken as such most days of my life. One of the stalls behind me swung open and two women walked out, the faint glow of sexual satisfaction on their faces.

That glow triggered something inside of me, and I felt myself growing a little faint. I gripped the sink to keep myself upright, but in my head I could see a vision. I strained to see what it was.

There were two people making wild, passionate love beneath what looked to be a sculpture of a woman made completely out of gold. I looked closer and saw the man from my dreams, and the look he wore, well, I would do anything for him to look at me like that. I almost fainted when I looked at the woman and saw my own face staring back at me.

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit

I saw in her minds eye a vision... one of me, and Ellia, from so long ago, making love beneath the statue of Aphrodite.

I sighed, longing to touch again, to feel the caress of another... and then, suddenly, I had my arm about her.

"What's up, Hope? You look like you're miles away. You day-dreaming again?" I said. No... not my voice. It was the voice of her friend, Kathy. I giggled, and then looked up into the mirror - where my eyes met that of my reflection. She had given me a physical form at last, but, of another woman?

"You look a little flushed, girlfriend" I added, "something's got you all hot and bothered, hasn't it? I bet it was those two girls who were leaving as I came in... they're a couple of lessies, aren't they? Seen them in here myself a couple of times... heard them, too..."

I pressed 'my' lips to her cheek.

"You want to know what its like?" I asked, with a giggle.

 

[kathy stl]

Now something was going way wrong here. One drink and I seemed to be staggering toward the ladies room, just minutes after Hope had gone. I’d left my purse behind, and had no intention of getting up from the both, until it was as if I was lifted. Like a strong man had his arms around me from behind and was simply lifting me and carrying me along. But there was no one there, it was just me and he wasn’t behind me, it was as if, as if….he was inside me. Filling me entirely, leaving me a small corner of my mind somewhere, able only to watch and listen.

Damn, he (or it?) sure didn’t know how to walk in heels, I (it?) had almost fallen off them twice. But some how I found myself in the ladies walking up to Hope. With those two lesbo’s coming out of a stall, where obviously they had made their own little merriment. But I had no attraction to them. Hope was the only woman I felt this way for. And somehow, incredibly, my feelings for her were ten times over what I had ever felt before. She was all I could see or concentrate on. Looking alone and so young. I had to help her, have her, be with her. But there was nothing I could do to take back my body. How could this be?

But I was speaking, now even kissing her, her tender face so soft, the scent of her shampoo still on her fine hair. Oh god she tasted so good. I left my lips on her cheek a moment too long, then another moment.

Ooc: Kepic feel free to take over Kathy’s body. The action is all yours. I can observe and maybe pop back in for a minute or two to briefly take control.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Hope:

I was a little shocked at Kathy's sudden appearace and her question. A little part of me was nervous, but there was something else in her eyes. It was that same look of passion that I had beheld in his eyes. I shook my head shyly and followed as Kathy lead me into one of the stalls.

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit - possessing Kathy

She shook her head gently, but she didn't resist as I led her by the hands into the cubicle the two girls had only just left. The smell of their own little encounter still hung in the air, and I saw Hope's eyes widen as she caught whiff of it. I giggled again, as I sat her down, and closed the door behind us, pulling the latch closed.

"Kathy... I'm not sure we..." she started, but I was already on my knees in front of her, pushing her skirt up her legs, revealing her panties to my gaze.

"You ever had a guy kiss you down here?" I asked, leaning forward, pressing my lips now to her loins, as I ran my hands up to her hips. I heard her gasp, and smiled to myself.

"No..." she murmured.

"Ever had a girl kiss you here before?" I giggled, as I slipped my fingers under the edges of her panties, to just rest upon the outer swell of her lovelips.

"No!" she gasped. I could feel her warmth building, and her white panties were starting to dampen.

I edged the crotch of her panties to one side, and pressed my lips to her again, this time without the gauzy material between us. She gasped, and she spread her legs wider...

 

[ShyGoddess]

Good Lord! This was Kathy for goodness sake! But I couldn't stop the instincts that took over. My legs opened a little wider as she slipped her tongue along my lower lips and my hands threaded through her hair to hold her there.

God, it felt so good. I had never imagined it would be like this...

 

[kathy stl]

Wrong?

OK now something was still crazey here. I could feel everything going on, see it, damn even smell the perfume and pussy musk from those two broads. But it was me doing any of it!

But my fingers under the panties of a fem I was maddenly passionate for? Maybe this wasn't so wrong.

 

[Kepic]

The Spirit - possessing Kathy

I drove my tongue inside her, tasting her. Savouring her.

Mmmm... she does taste good I thought. No... I didn't think that! Suddenly, I realised that Hope had not given me truly a physical form of my own, and that, somehow, I had come into the possession Kathy's body, her friend... the realisation made me pause for a moment - me, but not the body I was in.

Kathy's tongue was still delving into Hope, her fingers still lightly stroking through the fine hairs that were about Hope's lovelips.

I wasn't sure if I should regain control of Kathy's body, or... no, it wasn't right. Even though I longed to touch and hold Hope, I should not, could not do so by forcing another to be my vessel. I relaxed, trying to let myself fall free of Kathy, but found I could not. As Kathy continued at the task I had brought her too, I felt her arousal, the heat between her thighs... and moved her hand down, finding its way between her own lovelips, to touch herself... then to slip a finger within...

Ahhhh..... I heard her mind say, yes...

I was sharing her emotions, her sensations, her pleasure...

 

[ShyGoddess]

As Kathy's tongue continued its exploration, I felt the most intense orgasm rip through my body. I was shaking so bad, but suddenly I was filled to the brim with sexual energy to burn. I literaly attacked Kathy, running my tongue over her lips and my hands over her body.

My hands made their way lower until I encountered her hand where mine longed to be. I dropped to my knees in front of her, pushing her hand out of the way right before I buried my tongue in her love hole. She tasted so good. Deep in the back of my mind, I thanked the gods that Kathy was my first.

 

[Kepic]

The spirit - in Kathy

Hope came hard, and before I - or Kathy for that matter - had much of a chance to drink up much of those sweet juices, Hope had pressed 'us' back against the door.

After a few moments where Hope displayed an almost savage lust, she had pulled Kathy's hand out of her knickers, which were quickly almost torn downwards, then introduced a tongue to where Kathy's fingers had been moments before. I gasped. So thats what it felt like, for a woman to be licked down there! 'We' grabbed Hopes head, running fingers through her hair...

"Mmm... yes, eat me!" I murmured, hearing Kathy's own inner voice echoing the spoken words.