This is one of my 18 sketches I put in my new publication IT'S ALL MAKE BELIEVE, ISN'T IT? *Marilyn Monroe Returns*. It's on page 106. The following excerpt is from pages 29-31, when Martin Montage discovers his partial uncanny transformation into Marilyn Monroe:
In the kitchen Martin didn’t pour a cup of coffee, instead, he went into the bathroom and looked into the cabinet mirror. His eyes popped open, the life force had just about drained out of him. The heralding reflection was Marilyn Monroe. His blonde hair was bountiful, mellow and thick, big and wavy and curly, and parted on his left side. It was perfectly teased and styled.
He turned on the cold water, bent forward and splashed the wet over his face three times, feeling his coiffeur jostle up and down. He took a hand towel from the towel rack and dabbed the water off his face. His eyes were closed and covered with the towel. He stood up.
Damage control was the idea. He slowly uncovered and opened one eye and surreptitiously spied on his reflection in the mirror.
Pulling the towed away his full reflection in the mirror was a collision of illusion, or was it? He recalled the time ten years previous, when he swam the distance in the bay between Alcatraz Island and San Francisco as an initiation into the SF Swim Club. Resting on Aquatic Park beach afterwards hypothermia set in. The killer chills, nasty nausea and anxiety disassociation made him ill for a week. He felt those same symptoms now.
His hands flung up to cover his mouth. A thrill of wonderment opened his life. He moved to about one inch from the mirror. How does one examine facial features; two brown eyes highlighted with black mascara; a petite rosy nose; voluptuous lips for kissing; two perfect ears hidden by hair; a tiny round chin worthy of pouting. He pinched a cheek hoping he would wake up. The pinch hurt and he wasn’t dreaming. He was real. He was Marilyn Monroe, a disheveled Marilyn Monroe, just like Sarah Eaton had told him. Holy crap, I am Marilyn Monroe.
He wanted to barf. He wanted to scream. He wanted to mess his pants. But women don’t do those things. Their emotions are substitutes for physical purging.
The light fixture over the bathroom mirror highlighted the beauty mark between the edge of his mouth and cheekbone. He touched the petite brown mark in wonderment. It was slightly raised and numb. It added panache to his beautiful face. The mark excited emotions and lent credibility to passion.
None of his features were dominating. They were balanced and blended. They presented slightly less than perfect exotic Marilyn Monroe characteristics. He wanted to cry. He wanted to giggle. He wanted to dance. Women do those things. They harvest emotions.
He immediately missed his masculine face. Instead of crying he smiled. Something new and exciting had happened and it would only be temporary. It was a condition of provisional bliss where masculine and feminine traits blended, a type of transfigure so to speak but much less than transgender.
Perfect white teeth glistened when Martin opened his mouth. He was a perfectionist and didn’t want to see filings or crowns. There were none. He picked up a round shaving mirror, turned sideways and inspected his profile. An index finger lined the surface beginning with the nose. It was indeed dainty and rounded on the tip. The lips were putty, check bone high and the blue of his eye accentuated a sneak preview of what was and what is: Marilyn Monroe. Her face wouldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t everyday that someone changes overnight into Marilyn.
But, Marilyn didn’t have a beard. Martin was happy to see the shadow of his whiskers, however transvestite it made him look.
He put the mirror on the sink counter and pulled down his sweat pants. A masculine giggle erupted from his throat. His soft and supple penis was still there. However, it had been over two weeks since he fulfilled its purpose with Sarah. He pulled up the sweats and felt his masculine hard chest. He was a man with the head of a woman, with a penis and not a vagina. With any luck his changes would be only transitory.
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