The figure was smooth-skinned, lithe, beautiful. Its arms and legs were perfectly formed, strong, graceful. Its hair was dark and cut short Its hands reached out for her.
It had large, beautifully formed breasts. In the patch of hair below the flat belly there was no penis, no testicles. Her lover was a woman.
Breaking into uncontrollable screaming, Nan Mikell ran, wildly, aimlessly, into the dark tunnel, as fast as her legs, knotted with fear, could take her.
Chapter 3
Nan Mikell sat up, legs crossed lightly, on a corner of the huge couch in the upstairs sitting-room, staring abstractedly at her reflection in the vast, lightly tinted floor-to-ceiling mirror that ran half the length of the wall opposite her. A half-finished cup of tea-her third-sat unnoticed on the table beside her. Next to it, an ashtray bore witness to her indecisive, nervously brooding state of mind: three broken cigarettes, stubbed out just after she'd lit them.
Nan Mikell was naked. She'd tossed her robe to one side to look at herself, hopefully with an objective eye. She was naked of make-up, hairpins, of rings or jewelry of any kind: she'd even removed the polish from fingers and toes, the better to see herself as God had made her. She wanted most of all, right now, to see herself as a woman. What had that-that girl in the darkness the night before wanted of her? What had she seen in her?
What, after all, did a woman look like to another woman? If she wanted her that way?
She looked at herself now. The pert little breasts, tipped with a tasty brown in the odd light of the tinted glass, peeped back up at her. The little belly was spare and rounded softly at-oh yes, just the right places. From the place where her slim thighs came together, swirls of luscious auburn hair were visible. Below, the legs were softly rounded, with slim ankles and graceful feet, their toes dug sensually into the deep pile rug.
What would a woman lover do to me? she wondered.
And, almost shyly, she opened her legs to look at Herself.
The auburn bush was lush, curling. But that was almost all there was to see of her from right there. She put her hand on herself, down there, pushing the hair away from her cleft. Not much better, she thought Oh, come on, Nan, Don't be that way. Lets find out. Let's find out everything.
So she leaned back against the couch, opening her legs wide, raising her feet high, the better to see inside herself, perhaps for the first time, really. And, peeping between her own firm brown legs at the image in the mirror, she reached her slim fingers in and opened herself wide.
How…how wide it would open!…But of course, she'd had Mickey. A baby's head had had to come through there. She looked, and a certain objectivity developed in her viewpoint for a moment
It was…it was like some lovely flower of flesh; it was a shining, pink, delicately wet sort of orchid, rising from the auburn mat. The larger lips, where her fingers were, were turgid, fat, protective of the soft thing inside her. Inside was sweet pink flesh, a dark and secret hole, and above it a pink pistil…that grew as she watched. Grew longer, grew red with excitement. Ah, lovely! Hard and upstanding, like a baby boy's little cock! Innocent and delicate!
She blinked, looked harder. Her leg muscles spasmed involuntarily. She moved her hand, looked at it; it was trembling. She put her feet down on the couch, spread wider, looked hungrily at the vision before her.
And suddenly she saw herself in the imaginary lover's eyes: she saw her own face bending to the lush bush spread out so invitingly before her, saw her own shameless tongue dart out to lick the luscious pink flower before her, her own red lips close around the darker pink of the little rod that poked so delightfully out from between the twin folds of flesh at the top of the soft flower…
"Oh, God," she said in a hoarse voice. Her legs fell, squeezed tightly together around her furiously working fingers. Her eyes closed, her head whirled helplessly about, shivers of pleasure-pain ran through her…
…And she opened her eyes, suddenly, to see behind her in the mirror the trim, pink-liveried form of the maid Helga. Even in the strange light of the tinted mirror she could see the livid blush on Helga's fair face. Her hand was over her mouth; the other held a dost rag, which dropped to the floor as she watched; the hand flew to her breast
She looked the mirrored Helga in the eyes. And they knew each other for the first time. And a series of shocks ran through Nan Mikelclass="underline" one, two, three. And her brain reeled to hear her say, "Come. Come, Helga." The voice was deep and dark; it wasn't hers at all.
"Lieber Gott," the German girl said softly. Her face livid.
The strange new person who had taken Nan Mikell over said again, "Come." And she saw the strange naked figure in the glass beckon invitingly to the maid. And she saw Helga's steps bring her haltingly around the couch…to kneel before her, between the brown thighs. Looking her once, very deeply, very soulfully, in the eye.
And then the soft fair face of the girl, red in the cheeks with passion and embarrassment covered-she saw now, in the diffused light-with a microscopic, soft-as-chinchilla-fur down, dipped before her to lose itself in the lush mat of curling auburn hair..
The soft lips kissed her-once, twice. Once on the brown fingers that held her vaginal lips open before the girl. Once, softly, ever so softly, on the very tip of the straining, blood-engorged button.
Then the girl tenderly laid her soft cheek, sideways, against the wet gaping maw before her. Nan Mikell felt the squishy wetness of herself touching-almost gripping-the dry, soft, tenderly fair cheek as the girl softly kissed the inside of her thigh, the skin, thin as a baby's, of the spot where torso and leg came together, her lips parting the reddish muff, her little pink tongue darting forth to lay its own brand of barely-damp kiss on the velvety skin.
"Oh…oh, Christ!" Nan Mikell heard the strange new voice say, "Oh, please! Please do me! Please love me…there…oh, Helga, please!"
As if in direct response, the girl's blond head turned; the blue eyes looked hotly up at her, with the rare sort of transported passion that only light-colored eyes can express, looked deep into her soul and found there the essence of the strange new person Nan Mikell knew was taking over her body. And, again-this time all but completely-they knew each other. Nan-the part of her that remained the same person she'd been all her previous life-felt almost like a stranger before these two new personalities-the maid, whom she'd never noticed, even, since her husband had hired her, and the odd new person inside her who was, at the moment, so completely in the ascendant in the strange struggle for control of her wayward body. "I make you come," the girl said. "Then I go…Nan hardly heard her, hardly noted the hot blush of sudden embarrassment on the girl's face. To her, for the moment, there was no question of mistress and maid, no problem of caste that would have to be solved, or resolved, the moment their mutual passion was spent. The future didn't exist, in her frenzy to taste this new outlet for her pent-up passion-only the present, the marvelous present. Gasping, she threw one naked leg over the linen-clad back. God in heaven, she was naked as a baby and the girl was completely clothed! Even to stockings and cap! There was something devastatingly exciting about that! "Come…quickly…please," she said in a breathless voice.
"Oh, yes, my dear," the girl said, just once. And there was a strange, soft half-smile, full of passion and a faint tinge of regret on her face, with its thin, naturally red lips and transparent skin as she hesitated. And the passive watcher inside Nan helpless to change things or stop them, noted almost casually: how lovely she is! And I never noticed…
Then the pink face buried itself between the brown thighs. And eight, ten shocks went through Nan Mikell! Her legs spasmed! Her whole body was shaken by tremors! Her own strong thighs wrapped themselves around the blond head, knocked the pink cap awry, spilled the soft blond hair loose in sweet abandon!