Passion desire Lust

“Whatever. Just remember to clean all that shit off my face when you are done.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Mm,” she said and reached for a base cream.

I’m not sure how long I sat there but it felt like an eternity and my ass went numb in the chair. Raven moved me from side to side, tilted my head up and down to get the best lights. She would use little pencils, and brushes that tickled my skin and powders that made me want to sneeze. I was just about to say enough was enough when she stepped back.

“Not bad, not bad at all. She reached for a hairbrush and a bottle of hairspray which she used in ample amounts before she stepped back again with a smile on her face. “There you are.”

She spun me around so I faced the mirror and my first reaction was. “What the fuck have you done?”

In the mirror, staring back at me sat a teenaged girl. She was pretty, but there was a bit of slut in her makeup. Her blue eyes looked back at me with long eyelashes. Her lips were pouty and gave off the sensation that a man would love to have them around his cock. Before I could say another word she spun me around again and this time my eyes hurt from flashes and made me blink.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the photos?” I asked and put up my hand.

“Well, I can’t take you to class like this but I have to show my work to my teacher. Anyway, I’m done now so I will take the stuff off you.”

That was done much faster and before I knew it good old Tim was looking back at me and I smiled. No leftover makeup covered my face.

I got up and stood on shaky legs. “I hope it works out for you.”

“Thanks, Tim. It was really cool of you to help me out.”

I left her to clean up and on my way to the entrance door, I ran into her mother who had come home at some point. We said hellos and I left.

A few minutes after coming home my phone buzzed and when I checked it Raven had sent two photos of me with the text. “You look hot, Tara.”

Tara, where did that come from? I must admit that she had done an amazing job and without being too cocky, I made for one hot girl.

When I woke up the following morning I had a hard-on and decided the best way to get rid of it was to jerk off. Standing over the toilet with one hand against the wall and the other around my dick I stroke it fast to come quickly. Closing my eyes I tried to see Raven naked like I had through the window but what showed up instead was my reflection in the mirror from the day before. It smiled at me and ran a pink tongue along the upper lip and then blew me a kiss.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned and shot several globs of thick cum onto the back of the toilet seat and into the bowl. After wiping off the last few drops with toilet paper I took a quick shower and headed downstairs to breakfast.

“Did you sleep alright, honey?” asked my mom after serving me pancakes.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“I could have sworn I heard you speak in your sleep. Something about a girl, Tara I think her name was.”

My blood went cold. “What else did you hear?”

“Her name and that she was pretty. Have you met a new girl, Tim?” she smiled at me.

“No, Mom, you must have heard wrong. I don’t know a Tara.”

“Right, right, sure you don’t.”

“Mom.”

“Whatever, lover boy. I’m off to work, have a nice day.”

I went to the only sports store in our town to get a new inner tube for my bike. As I was walking along the sidewalk I passed a shop that sold ladies underwear. I had seen it a hundred times before, but something made me slow down and look at the stuff in the window. When I did, I gasped. There was a reflection and it was Tara staring back at me. She smiled at me and nodded slowly. I shook my head and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the reflection was gone, and I was myself again. What the fuck was going on?

On my way home I saw Raven coming out of the supermarket and I crossed the street.

Hi, Tim. What’s up?”

“Nothing, just buying a thing for my bike.”

“Cool, you look a bit shook up. Are you sure you are okay?”

I pulled her to the side and almost whispered. “Did you use some kind of drug in the makeup yesterday?”

She laughed. “You are funny, why would I do that?”

I sighed. “It’s nothing, forget I asked, okay.”

She put a hand on my arm. “You can tell me, you know that, right?”

“It’s just that, my mom said I mentioned the name Tara in my sleep last night and just now, I saw her reflection.”

“Where?”

“Over there,” I said and pointed at the lingerie shop.”

“Oh, oh, I see.”

“See what?”

“Maybe you were a hot chick in a previous life,” she giggled.

“It’s not funny.”

“You are just being silly, Tim. Maybe you need more sleep or eat healthier. I’m sure nothing is wrong with you.”

“Okay, I guess you are right.”

“I’ll see you later.”

I watched her disappear around a corner and then go back home.

The strange dreams became more and more intense over the next couple of days. I would wake up in the morning swimming in sweat not knowing where I was or who I was. Sometimes I would feel like I had boobs when I stood up, something heavy on my chest that shouldn’t be there. I thought about asking my parents to take me to get help from a psychiatrist but changed my mind. This was something I didn’t want to share with them, at least not yet.

One night I dreamt I was fucked by a guy, and the weirdest thing was that I was Tara and the guy fucking her was me, Tim. I had only fucked one girl before so I knew what it felt like having my cock in a warm tight pussy, and for some reason, as Tara, I also knew what it felt like being on the receiving end of that same cock. The worst part was her, I was much hornier than as myself.