7. Faux paix

We slept so early. It was just the way we used to, the way we were meant to. The rhythm of her heart drumming thru her skin, I could feel it on my palm, soothing me into blissful rest. This room has no mirror, the former inhabitants might have broke it in a wild night of partying. I don't need a mirror when we are together.

It was still dark when I woke up, I didn't check my phone screen to check the time, instead I just laid there, looking at the red beauty sleeping next to me. No worries, no fear, no anger, her face was pure and clean, her hair was a bit messy to be honest, but it was Anna, my Anna. This gray room, the window with a simple and boring view facing to the other dorm rooms building, none of that felt like that dreadful empty room I spent a month and days trapped with myself.

I stayed like that for some time, and the sun consumed the midnight blue turning it into the sky blue a september morning could only have. The light came into the room and bathe Anna with a soft fuzzy yellow light, she glowed like a gift from the heavens, a gift sent for… someone else.

The anxiety and the fear of being all alone, was not here anymore, but, what if I was wrong, what if I took the wrong choice? Every event of our lives is decided by us. No! Our lives are nothing more than the congregation of random events we can have little to no input in. I do not believe in fate… but if it was fate, are we meant to be together or are we destined to be just sisters?

Why can't I just accept it? Why do I need more of her, all the time? Why can't I share her to someone else with an easier life ahead for them?

I scooted closer to her until our foreheads touch, I could feel the warm air coming out of her nose on my lips, it tickles. I wish I was stronger, but I'm weak, my flesh can't stand it. If I don't get up right now… it's going to be bad.

I sneaked out from Anna's embrace and got off the bed. I looked back at her, still sleeping, and how could I blame her, it is a saturday after all. My eyes then went instinctively to the door… no mirror, that's right, no Anna there to take things too far too soon. Still, it feels strange not having her here, even if she has never been real, she did helped me… right?

"Good morning Elsa… yaaawn~. Sorry, Its just so early." Rory sat up on her bed with a yawn and her tired eyes watery. "Why did you took a picture of Anna sleeping?"

What?

Why is my phone in my hands… did I really just- did mirror Anna…? Don't just stand there, lie! "Well she looks so serene, its almost as she was not the Anna I know, she is even silent for once." I finished with a smile, mirror Anna would be proud, I didn't even stutter this time.

Apparently that was enough for her and she silently agreed with a nod before putting on her glasses and stretched the slumber away.

She really is as young as Anna said, I guess she must be one of those Mathletes that skipped a few grades and got to college years early.

We had cardboard flavored cereal, it's supposed to be healthy. We didn't talk that much during breakfast, but I did notice her gazing, maybe she is still looking for differences between the sleeping redhead and myself. Her pale green eyes are beautiful, but she is hard to read… like me. I can see that she wants to say something, yet she keeps it to herself. A breeze leaked from under the door and send shivers up my legs… Oh, I see it now. I'm not wearing pants, that is what she was looking at. Anna was looking at me the same way last night, I think the girl in the mirror was right all along, there might be hope for us.

I took a shower, this building's showers were as disgusting as the ones on the building mirroring it. But, unlike many other times, this morning they were deserted. As I passed by the three small circular mirrors fixed on the wall over the sinks by the entrance, I saw three scenes presented in the circular reflectors: Anna awake in the middle of the pitch black night, laying next to me on the bed, her hand inside her red shorts, violently moving. In the second one I saw myself wearing the redheaded wig and pinning down Anna on the bed, my hand trapping hers under her back as the other attacked her femininity. The third circle has us siting on the edge of the bed, tenderly kissing, as lovers would do without prejudice, in front of us was the innocent green eyed blonde trapped to wooden chair, watching us, both fascinated and grossed out, with no other option but to enjoy our sinning.

These thoughts polluting my mind, gained full control over me. I felt as I forced myself against the cold white tiles, turned the cold water faucet and enjoyed mirror Anna's hand muffling my whines and moans while the left one massaged my labia mercilessly. My eyes fluttering as control is handled to the sex persona using me. My glutes get tense as a muted moan comes from my throat. I've never had a session as short as this one, I guess those fantasies trigger something inside my brain causing an over stimulation of my nerves… a fancy way to say horny.

Was the bad state of the place, or, the fact that someone might come in and find out… what if An—Anna came in and saw me. I need to be more careful, I can't just expect her to agree to the deviant plan I'm elaborating for us.

I regained composure, pour some shower gel on my exfoliating shower rag and cleansed my skin efficiently and avoiding making excessive contact with my sensitive sex. Then a generous amount of coconut and almond oil shampoo to create a dense white foam to crown my head. As I rinse the product off my head a clicking sound behind me, I froze in place, my eyes closed to protect them from the chemicals dripping down in the water. I felt fingers pinching my ass, Oh no, "Booty! The exercise is really working out sis. Help me with my hair, would you honey?"

It has been a while since our last shower together, and just like the last times when Anna forced me to get clean during the worse of my depression, I had to pretend to admire her nude body in a natural way, and pretend her chiseled toned body was not arousing in the slightest to me. It is still hard to this day. Anna's career as a volley ball player has transformed her body over time from soft fragile femininity to defined muscles on the thighs and buttocks as well as a flat tummy and slender yet strong arms. I would be drooling if I wasn't discreetly swallowing my spit.

I could do nothing but nod to her request, and, to be honest I was enjoying us being that close in that tiny booth. Anna turned the hot water faucet, and started by washing her feet and legs, which required her to bend over… we are so lucky being two girls, or else she would be feel…

"Here, take the sponge and do my back." Said before filling her mouth with water and pretending to be one of those statue fountains rich people have on the yard. How could I ever doubted being in love with her. Mirror Anna was right, we were made for each other, ever since we were but a single cell.

I took the sponge from her hand with a smile and quickly scrubbed her back from neck to heel, enjoying every inch… no, enjoying ever millimeter of her fair skin. She stepped back under the water beams to rinse, turning and facing me and pointing at her basket, a red shampoo bottle. Anna's hair has special needs, her shampoo is from a saloon type brand created for red dyed hair. Proteins and essential oils beside a tint of red dye to maintain the color longer in combination with a sister produced conditioner.

She turned again to give me better access to her hair, she bend her knees slightly so I could reach the roots and apply the product. After that was properly massaged and in pink foam, I moved to the tips, the most damaged part of a woman's hair. I applied the shampoo carefully trying to not break or entangle her red treasure.

She faced me again to rinse her hair, tilting her head back to force water to run down her hair. I took this as an opportunity. While her eyes were closed, I grabbed her conditioner and poured some of the cream on the palm of my hand. The moment she took a step forward I closed the gap and applied the treatment on her hair. Her eyes were wide in surprise, "Wha- Elsa, you, um, too close." I ignored her and continued massaging her mane, tenderly. She was blushing and trying to maintain eye contact with anywhere but my eyes, lips, or… chest. It was working!

Now she knew how I felt.

Our noses brushing occasionally, her eyes closed, lips parted.

Then nothing. I was no longer at the showers, I'm at a coffee shop, sitting on a table for two. I panic internally, my heart starts to beat fast and my eyes are a wide and at unease. Calm down Elsa, check your phone and relax. It was four pm, how?

There was a hundred questions running thru my head, did, we do anything else on the showers, why am I here, why is it this late?

"Small hot cocoa and a medium sized oatmeal cookie for you and an actual cookie with chocolate chips for the princess." A ridiculous fake british accent from Anna's repertoire. She handles me the cellophane wrapped cookie and set the cardboard cup in the table in front of me, she sits in the chair and removes the lid of the cup so the cocoa gets to the sweet spot of temperature she likes. "Oh, I love coming here on tuesdays, two for the price of one, hey, just like us Elsa!" That childish heart of her… Tuesday!?

No, today is saturday, what is going on?

I pulled my phone again.

It was tuesday, mirror Anna had control over me for three days and a half. "Are you okay Elsa, is there anything wrong?" Three days of my life, how does someone just loses three days? "Elsa, talk to me, what's wrong?" What is this new app on my phone 'My e Diary'?

I shut my eyes closed feeling dazed, I opened them back again and, I realized I was no longer at the coffee shop. In fact I've never been to this place before. I was in a restroom, a public one, there were five stalls, light tubes on the ceiling, big mirrors, heart symbols on the booths doors with names in them, all female. The place was not in terrible shape but, there was a lot of people around me.

I walked out, confused, trying to grasp as much information as I could. I was at some sort of pub or club, a wooden bar with faux leather cushioned stools, a Fiona Apple song sounding in the background, and, perhaps the most important part of information: No men.

"Hey, Elsa, we are over here!" A voice I do not recognize calls me. Deep and raspy, older, dominant. I see her waving hand and approach there cautiously. Sitting there next to Rory (who was wearing a rather scandalous outfit for a girl her age), was a brunette woman. Her eyes were pale green, but piercing like laser, blood red plump lips contrasting her pale moon skin, she was in her thirties apparently. She was wearing a black one piece with a deep 'V' shaped cleavage displaying her amazing breast, D cup perhaps, slim yet curvy. She was holding Rory's hand on the bar.

"We called your sister, she knows you are okay, and that you are here with us." Her presence is breath taking intense, she must be a model or a CEO, and, is she Rory's girlfriend? "Everything's alright, honey? You look confused. Did you took 'something' in the bathroom?"

"Uh, no. No I don't do those things. I just had a headache, miss..." Malena. "Malena."

"No need for the respect or fear sweetie. Just call me Malena. A friend of my daughter is my friend." A smile drawn on her faces as she said those words, but Rory tried to hide it from me. Just like I would do when Anna was affectionate to me on public, trying to hide the depravity in me.

Am I seen things, are they not…

Is it still tuesday?

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