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The Two-sided Mirror - Chapter 3: Catching up

"I'm shivering again, and I'm drenched with sweat - all the shock and fleeing." John giggled meekly and turned to Tomas with an asking look "I'm sorry, I seem to have wet your pullover..." She tugged it over her neck again to put it off, blushing slightly. "And I still don't have something decent to wear, yours is now making me colder instead of warmer. Can I go take a shower and then something proper to dress?"

Tomas stood up, looked at John for a moment, intended to say something but hesitated. Trying not to look at John too much now that she was fully exposed again, he said instead "Wow. Yes, you really did sweat quite a bit, that pullover is soaked and I see the drops on your forehead. I never considered sweating that much... We foxes do not. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure there is a furred species that sweats like you do, all over your skin. We pant, sweat through our paws and some lick themselves when it's really hot." Tomas faltered, just becoming aware of his babbling. "I'm sorry... I'll show you to the bathroom".

John gave the pullover to Tomas and followed him. Now that the initial shock and stress had settled, John noticed the weight of her breasts, even though she did not consider them large. Even though she had contemplated about their effect, she had underestimated the weight.

She followed Tomas through the hall and up a staircase where a door to the right of another hall led to a bathroom. She entered after Tomas. The bathroom was large, had a nice shower with many dials but no tub, some cabinets, a table with a wash basin, a toilet and a rack on the wall with some towels that also seemed to act as a heater. As she followed Tomas in and turned she also noticed strange large flat device ledged against the wall to the other side of the door with a slim very long slot at the top and another slot with an equally long tray on the bottom. "What's that?" She asked. "A depilation device. It takes a towel or piece of clothing from the top slot - you have to be careful to align it properly - draws it in to remove most of the fur on it and spits it out on the bottom. I doubt you'll need it, but it's a life-saver for all furred species."

"I can imagine. All that fur clinging to towels when you dry off..." "Yes." replied Tomas and continued "I trust you'll find your way around here? I can look for clothes that might fit you. Do you have anything in mind?" "Nothing special... maybe you can pick something from your collection if you have something left, but also from your mother if you think it might fit so I have a comparison?" "Oh..." hesitated Tomas. It was strange imagining his mothers clothes on John, but he did understand. "Yes, I'll try".

Tomas left the room and closed the door behind him. He stood there in the hall for some moments, not looking anywhere but listening to the noises through the door and reliving what happened this evening.

Then he looked at the soggy pullover he still held in his paws, since he noticed a distinct scent. He took it to his muzzle and smelled at it. It was her, with some remaining smack of himself which his brain blocked out somewhat. Her scent was different than anything he had savored before. There was a rather blunt note that he did not favor, but there were so many other finer ones that - he sniffed again, his eyes closing automatically - he really liked. He felt something stir in him. He opened his eyes again, taking the pullover to the hamper and started looking for clothes for her, with smile on his muzzle. He wondered what he'd be calling her in the end.

Having no clothes to drop John stepped right into the shower. She fumbled with the complicated dials to turn on the shower, desperate for hot water, and finally managed. A gush of water and her world was small again. Only that steamy cubicle, the water and her.

Her!, she thought.

She lathered up her breasts and belly with some soap, her back and butt massaged by a hot stream of water that seemed from a different world. Or was it she that was different? Had she lost some weight or was it the smoother curves of her changed body? No matter. She felt content with herself after ages. She continued using the soap and reached her crotch. It stung a bit, so she avoided the soap. At first she felt empty not having anything to grab down there. But that ended as she reached the tip of her slit. "Oh..." She had to lean against the wall. She bit her lip and continued washing her crotch, trying not to get too aroused. Later, she thought.

She enjoyed the rest of her cleaning and took her time. It really was a different body. Her soft skin, the changed form of her body. She also enjoyed the shampoo in her hair. It was a good one and it had never been so sleek afterwards, it's color shining in a fuller brown.

The bathroom seemed a steam room as she stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and was disappointed at how rough it felt. Well, it had to do. With the large towel around her top that held much better, now with the added support and a smaller one on her head to dry the hair, she stepped out onto the hall and shivered. She might have overdone it on the heat...

She went along the hall looking for Thomas as she noticed it ended in a whole wall of glass instead of window. She stepped up to it and looked out. The view of the garden bathed in moonlight, other houses and further backyards finally opening up to a hilly countryside mesmerized her. "Do you like it?" asked Tomas softly having stepped behind her inaudibly. "Yes. It's wonderful." She turned around and faced Tomas. He stepped even closer and as their eyes met, she had chosen her new name: Machara cringed for a moment, but not at her eyes meeting his as it would have earlier, but at her seeing Tomas in another light. Tomas noticed and his contentment drooped for a moment, but as Machara began to smile he could but to follow. "You may call me Machara." she said. "I have no more use of the male name from another world. I did not like the English name John much anyway and this is the name I used when I was with my mate."

"Nice..." - Tomas smile dropped - "... to meet you, Machara."

"You do not seem convincing, Tomas"

"It is nice to meet you, Machara. It really is." he looked into her eyes again and persisted to watch her, but then dropped his chin and his eyes went blank "I just..." Tomas tried to look at Machara again, failed half-way and lay a paw on her shoulder and looked at that, surprised at himself and her skin.

"I did not know." Thomas finished.

Machara took Tomas paw and held it in her hand, covering its soft back with her other. "So you like boys and girls?" teased Machara, trying a smile again. "I..." stuttered Tomas "It never mattered much..."

"It matters to you." inclined Machara "And to me..." she whispered in an afterthought.

"I do like YOU..." said Tomas softly.

Machara increased her grip on Tomas paw. She looked into his eyes again, searching, and found a shimmer in them. He really does, she thought... "I..." Machara stammered "I like..." She almost tore from his paw and stepped back. "I'd like some clothes, those towels won't do."

Thomas flinched but recovered "I found some for you, but you'll have to do the choosing." He turned and walked into a room to his right. Machara followed. It was rather empty now but for a few posters on the wall, a rather blank desk, a cupboard and a bed on which she found several garments.

"This is... was my room. My parents left it just like it was since I occasionally come to visit. It may not be much, but this is some remaining stuff you can try that might fit you." Machara wasn't into fashion, so she looked a bit lost at first. Since there really were just a few pieces to choose from she figured to just try all of them out. She took the towels off and folded them on the other edge of the bed. She turned around once to look after Tomas, but he just patiently stood there watching. She continued and picked up a top. "I like it that you don't make a fuss about me being naked."

"Why would I?" asked Tomas "Many of the guys in my world would." "Oh. We usually don't think about it much. I get what you mean though, your... parts are not hidden. Ours usually are and in the summer its normal to run around with almost nothing on." explained Thomas, now almost forced to look more closely. Machara finished putting on a top and slip - those must be from his mother, she thought, they also smelled differently- and turned around. "What do you think?" "They're great, but it looks odd since you don't have a tail." "Oh, yes. It does feel weird having that hole at my butt. I guess that can't be helped." she smiled at him but could not help notice how he looked at her now.

She tried on the trousers next as he had not bothered with other underwear choices but found them too wide on top and too narrow at the bottom - obviously built for fox physique, she thought. So she tried a skirt which fitted better in comparison. She turned around in a circle and giggled.

"I've always wanted to try out one, and now I can!" exclaimed Machara excitedly. Tomas smiled broadly. "Then keep it on, it looks good on you.

"That's better, but my feet are getting cold and, um.. my breasts could need some support." "Oh. I hadn't thought on that, we only need something for the paws in the winter." he pointed at one of his bare hind paws. "Let me look." He opened a drawer and got out some sock-things. They were oddly shaped, much broader at the tips. She took a pair from his paws and put them on as she sat on the bed. Thomas sniggered at the outcome. "They're really not built for you." Indeed, they were a bit tight around the ankles and flopped around her toes. She wiggled her feet making them flap more.

"Don't even ask me for shoes." Tomas laughed. "Well, my feet are warmer and that's what counts. Now, for my breasts..." She put off the top again that fit surprisingly well. "Does your mother have some bras?" Tomas blushed but indicated for her to follow. In another room - his parents' bedroom obviously - he opened a few drawers and finally showed one to her. "Help yourself." Machara looked at the contents and found some. "Hm. A bit big." she mumbled and searched in it.

"Ah. This one might do. Smaller fit since apparently built for sports activities."

Tomas smiled and commented "maybe they'll come in handy if we get chased again.." She snorted but had to suppress a laugh. Finding the bra to fit ok, she also put on the top again. "Thanx, that's much better now."

Tomas stomach growled. "Well said! I wouldn't mind getting something to eat as well." Tomas grinned sheepishly "I'll try to find us something." Machara followed Tomas downstairs where he searched through the fridge and cupboards in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, nothing meaty. That wouldn't stay good long enough while my parents are away." He looked much more disappointed than Machara felt. "This will have to do." He found some durable bread, cheese and pickles and put them on two plates.

"There is also some juice, if you like." He took the plates to a table in the living room while Machara took out some Orange juice and found some glasses. As she followed him and looked at the large mostly empty table she asked. "It's such a large table in this giant room, I'd feel better if we could eat in your room." "If you like." Tomas replied. They went up to Tomas room again and had their meager Meal.

"I'll have to go shopping tomorrow to get something decent" Tomas seemed to complain. "It's also late. I think we should go to bed, tomorrow we can get a new perspective on things." "Can I stay with you?" Machara asked. "Sure. I wouldn't send you away." "No. I mean..." Machara hesitated. "Oh." He looked at the bed they were sitting on and then smiled. "Yes. It's an awfully small bed for two, though. And I might snore..." Machara laughed. "I'm curious how that sounds from a fox."

"Ok then..." Tomas stood up, put the plates with the glasses on the desk and got some sheets and a blanket from the only wardrobe in the room and prepared the bed. He then took off his pants and t-shirt, put them carefully on a chair and got on the bed and looked after Machara.

She was already taking off her things again and put them with Tomas clothes. "What a waste of time, having to take them off again so soon." She sighed but smiled. "You don't have to..." Tomas inclined. "That wouldn't be fair to you." she looked at his nude body."And I always sleep nude, anyway..." Tomas lay on his side and welcomed Machara to him under the blanket. They lay there for a while, heads on the same pillow, looking at each other. "May I touch you?" asked Machara Tomas just nodded, but she knew he had been waiting for this. She searched for him under the blanket and found his side. At first she just rested her hand there, then she began stroking slowly. "Your fur is so soft." "I'm glad you like it." He smiled back at her, hesitated and asked "May I as well?" "Yes." So he searched for her as well, found her neck and touched the skin softly with the pads on his paw. They were softer than she had anticipated, but would not run across her skin as smooth as her fingers. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"I never thought something like this would ever happen." whispered Tomas as he slid his paw along her neck and then let it rest on her shoulder. "I'm glad that it did, even though I fear the consequences." He continued to watch her, just laying still, content at feeling her hand slide over and through his fur. "How DID you come here? What happened?" She opened her eyes again. "I..." her chin quivered and her hand dug into his fur to hold on to him. Tugging her mouth to her chest, slightly curling up, she began.. "I had decided to sort out some stuff at home. In a cupboard I came across that comic I mentioned. I had almost forgotten about it. It had been such a long time since I had read it. I just stood there, that comic in my hands, lost in memories on the beginning of my.." She staggered to a halt and looked up in to Tomas eyes again. "Do you remember when you found out you were different?" "I remember my awakening. " Tomas answered. "You..." intercepted Machara "You call it that, too?"

Tomas just smiled "It was a tumble of emotions. Scared but grateful of having found out.. I was convinced I had lived ... like you.. " he sighed " in a past life. I was even proud of it and missed it. But ashamed at the same time. I had not met fellow bareskins then..." Machara rushed up to Tomas to give the flustered Fox a short kiss. She continued answering Tomas question, leaving him with an open muzzle. "I was lost in the same memories you can relate to. I found out I was, or at least had been, a Dragon. Well, I believed, or tried to. True or not, it changed me. I felt stronger and with a clearer mind, that was what mattered at the time." "But how does that comic fit in to all of this?" Tomas asked. "It was the first comic I got after I met fellow furries. I lived through some similar stuff, losing my virginity to another male furry. So that comic always stayed with me." "I must read it, sometime." commented Tomas, smiling." I'm curious what else they tell about us here." "I started reading it again," Machara continued "along with some good music for the mood. It really took me in, I started seeing the story before my mind's eye, not so much the seemingly fading pages. That's when it started. As I touched the pages, my fingers tingled. It was like the pages where coming alive. They changed. Small errors corrected themselves. I could almost feel Marcus and Daniel - your fellow students - as I touched the page. Then I turned the page, and I found a new one I had never seen before..." Machara took Tomas paw in her hand again, looking him in the eyes... "It was you, Tomas, reading your own comic on the bed."

Their eyes met again.. "I don't know why you, Tomas... except that I had always wondered about you, and as I touched you on that page ... " she stroked a finger over the backside of Tomas paw ".. I was pulled in. It was like time stopped, and I was barely aware of anything anymore. As I seemed to be pulled into nothingness I felt closer to my own self like never before. I saw and felt myself as a dragon, manifested with all the traits I associated with dragons and myself. Something I had yearned for since a decade now. But I..." she stuttered "I was afraid of myself." A tear ran down Machara's cheek and she sobbed. "So, my dragon self faded and was replaced by this female me. I..." Machara hauled as she embraced Tomas, tugged herself close to him and cried into his furry chest to which she buried her face to.

"I don't deserve myself."

All Tomas could do was to hold her and let her cry. As they finally fell asleep a single tear remained clinging to the rim of Tomas eye, catching the moonlight that shone over both of them, tightly embraced.