Looking-Glass Ladyboy

Unfortunately, I had no wardrobe of feminine attire and must go dressed, as it were, in drag. But wait! I told myself. I could wear anything I wanted--literally anything I desired. I looked at my gorgeous female self, and said, to my looking-glass, "I'd like to be dressed in as sexy, but not inappropriate, outfit."

Immediately, I was. I wore diamond earrings, a black velvet collar, a peach-colored bra and thong panties set, and a green cotton gypsy boho, floral-embroidered mini-dress with matching purse and heels.

I gave my reflection a wink and strolled the block that stretched north, between my condo and the furniture store. I was a bit uneasy, remembering the proprietor's single, glittering eye that had pierced me like a bolt when he'd fixed his gaze upon me, but I needn't have been concerned, not in the least, for, upon my arrival, it was clear that the store was deserted.

It was totally and completely vacant. Not one item of merchandise, nor a single rack or table, remained within its cavernous interior. Even the cash register and counter were gone--as was the withered, wizened, stooped old, one-eyed man who'd sold me my marvelous mirror.

I was taken aback at how quickly he'd managed to remove the hundreds of items of stock from the cluttered tables and racks that had lined the store's narrow, cramped aisles. It seemed impossible--another marvel, as astonishing as anything else about the proprietor and his shop.

I shrugged, started to turn, and stopped, my gaze caught by the words, in large, block, red letters that had been added to the large "Going Out of Business" sign in the storefront window:

"All Sales Final--No Refunds or Exchanges."

Upon purchasing my mirror, just a few days earlier, I'd taken comfort in these words. Although I was as fond as ever--or more so--of my beloved looking-glass, these words, added to the original sign, in letters the color of blood, seemed, somehow, ominous to me, now. A cold breeze, seeming to have arisen out of nowhere, touched the nape of my neck, setting my hair on end and making my nipples--and my cock--erect.

I returned to the safety of my condo, and, secure in my cozy study once again, I stood before my mirror and admired the lovely looking-glass ladyboy I'd become.