Half an hour later, Tim was growing tried. He'd searched through most of the blue book and was now looking through the brown one. Fortunately for him, the articles had pictures of the mirrors so he could quickly tell which ones were not what he was after.
Finally, he found what was he looking for, a picture of the mirror!
"That's it!" he yelled, getting several shushes in the process.
Tim read the article for clues as to how to reverse the changes to reality.
He found something that shocked him.
Hmm, says here that it's called the Mirror of Truths. Apparently, a cleric who hates deception in any form created the mirror. When told that we all make our own truths, as a lesson to those who try to play with truth, he created the mirror.
Tim looked through the rest of the article. So, what does that mean?
"Hey, what'cha reading?"
Deep in concentrated, Tim started, tail flicking up through the tail hole in the seat hitting the person behind him.
"Settle down stripe tail" It was Erica's voice; her shift apparently having ended. He felt a hand push his tail down, accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Some people just can't seem to control these things."
He felt a slight tension in his crotch. Her hand on his tail was surprisingly something for him. His tail had a lot of nerve endings apparently, and the touch was both light and tender. It felt nice.
Turning, he saw She had switched to casual attire. She was dressed in a short black shirt that exposed her belly; black shorts and had an earring in her right ear. Oh wow. Just looking at her made Tim feel flushed, he hardened a bit more and was and glad he wore clothes.
"J…Just about a Magic mirror," Tim answered. He knew he had to think fast, even if it meant lying. "My brother swears that he saw it at an antique store."
"Oh, I think I've heard of this thing," Erica said. She looked over the article.
"So, what does that blurb mean?" Tim asked.
"Basically it makes you into what you appear to be. Get this, they say an assassin murdered and dressed himself as the queen. However, after looking in the mirror, that was that. She died never knowing the 'truth' so to speak. It was her grandson, born after the 'incident' who found out about it," Erica said.
"Wait a second. If it changed reality somehow, then how would anyone know that?" Tim asked.
"I dunno. Maybe it didn’t affect him for some reason?" Erica asked.
Tim shrugged his shoulders. "Or, maybe it only affected the assassin. Well," Tim replied closing the book. "I doubt we’ll ever know. Anyway, want to go and catch up now?"
"Sure," Erica said.
"Just let me check this book out."
Erica nodded and Tim stood up. Perhaps he was getting closer to a solution. He wondered how Steve was doing with Mark.
The two approached the check out desk, and Tim thought he saw Erica catching a quick glance at his crotch.
Damn it, why'd she have to be so dang gorgeous? Blushing, he tried to cover up his somewhat noticeable tent.