"I do some and enjoy the high sometimes," I replied.We passed around again among us friend but did have one guy bum a hit offof it. We chilled outside...for a while before heading back in. Corey had afew more drinks where I laid off of them, so someone could get us back tothe dorm.After a couple of hours, Corey and I had had enough for the night. Isnatched the keys from his hands to get us home safely. Before leavingmade sure Kris and Liz had a ride back which they did from one of Liz'sfriends.. There was no way in hell that itcould happen.Yet, the mirror showed me, whether it could happen or not, it hadhappened. I was a blond.Maybe it was a trick mirror, I thought. Hell, yes! That had to be it. Itwas a trick mirror. A novelty item along the lines of funhouse mirrors.It had to be.There was an easy way to tell. My erection swaying before me, I hastenedfrom my study, walked down the hall to the bathroom, and got anotherheart-stopping shock as I saw, in the bathroom mirror, the same. ’ Shaking your head, I watched in amazement as I could visibly see your mood shift from melancholy to happiness in less than one second. It was as if you were almost a different person, your shoulders suddenly straightened and your dimples appeared in full force. Staring in awe, I fell for it completely until I stared into your emerald eyes. Trusting in my own instincts, I saw the hidden sorrow in your eyes, and realised that the person standing suddenly before me was an illusion, a well. I've always thought he was attractive; in his early forties, tall and fit looking with a naughty glint in his eye: he made me feel as though he was looking at me stark naked. We had chatted occasionally over the hedge but never been alone together. He asked me if I'd like a coffee, and I found myself agreeing and going into his house. Rather than putting the kettle on, he opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a large glass. "You look unhappy", he told me. "Sometimes I feel life is passing.