Sean picked up the beer and read the label, barely registering the words as his recent breakup with Michelle continued to sting. His friends noticed his mood and tried to console him.
"I'm sorry Michelle dumped you, Sean," Erin said consolingly. "She doesn't deserve you, anyway."
"Yeah, buddy," agreed Leonard. "Michelle was bad news, really ugly inside. Even I could do better than her," he said with a grin.
"I suppose you're right," replies Sean. "She wasn't my type at all. I guess I just didn't want to be alone." He sighed. "It feels like I'll never find the right woman."
Brody gave Sean a manly pat on the back. "So, what is your type, then, Sean?” he asked, intrigued. “I've helped you meet lots of beautiful girls, girls I would love to be with myself, yet none of them held your interest."
At Brody's prompting Sean couldn't help but form an image of his dream girl: Long, wavy red hair, a gorgeous face with large, expressive green eyes and flowing lashes over full lips, a busty bombshell figure, narrow waist, taut belly, round butt and shapely dancers’ legs, and a breathy sensual voice with a musical laugh and a demeanor that oozed femininity. She liked to wear revealing, sexy dresses, high heels and fancy jewelry, walked and danced with seductive grace, and delighted in turning everyone on by being the playful center of attention, though she only had eyes for Sean, whose every touch brought her to increasing heights of arousal.
However, Sean was embarrassed to reveal his desires out loud to his friends and paused a moment to form a response. With the image of his dream girl still in his mind, Sean absentmindedly twisted the cap on his bottle while looking at himself in the mirror.
As Sean twisted the cap on his bottle, he suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation throughout his body. Not sure what to make of it he looked up, and couldn't believe his eyes. There, across the bar, was the image of his dream girl, appearing to smile and wave at him, perfectly mimicking his motions.
But as he lowered his arm, Sean was startled by the sight of his own hand, slender and elegantly manicured. It took to him a minute to realize that the woman he saw was in the mirror, a reflection of himself. And when he yelped in surprise, he was shocked by the sound of his own voice, much higher, but now breathy and sensual.
