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Chapter 3: Mystique

Tom Willis was a neurotic man. He was driven by his fears, like he was scared of conspiracies against him. The truth was, no one was out to get him but because of his work he was always standing at the edge. He didn't really trust anybody, therefore he had not developed a steady relationship with any woman, but he still had needs just like any other man. Logan's club was like an answer to his prayers – even though he didn't even believe in God. Tom had been a regular client for quite sometime, always changing girls because of his trust issues. If he had to have sex with one woman more than once, he would get suspicious and insecure. Right now Tom was worried that someday the club would outrun new X-women for him. Mutants were hard to find these days because they weren't wanted in society. It was not like they would just walk out of their houses, shaking hands with people while telling them they were mutants. No. Mutants knew what was best for them and that was continuing playing the everlasting hide and seek with normal people.

"Okay, let's make this quick then", Tom said, walking behind the curtain, meeting the X-women like she was some kind of client of his. He put down his suitcase next to the couch, his back against the woman he had only seen a glimpse of while rushing in quickly.
"Are you in a hurry?" deep, echoing voice asked and Tom felt a chill. He turned around and saw a navy blue woman – yes, her skin was blue – with bright red short hair that seemed like it had too much gel in it. Her eyes were yellow and the thin pupil was barely visible. Tom jumped back and the woman smiled.
"What are you...?" Tom asked, even though it was pretty obvious that she was a mutant, just like any other woman in here. But Tom had never seen someone like her. The other ones looked... well, normal, if you could say that about a mutant.
"I'm whatever you want me to be", she said and Tom looked at her as her skin started morphing into something else. The skin was breaking into little pieces and the pieces turned around, revealing a new, fair skin under it. It was like she was peeling her skin off magically just thinking about it. The woman did nothing but sat and smiled, while she changed her look. "They call me Mystique, but I can be whoever I want. Or more importantly – whoever you want me to be."

Her voice was now different, it was soft and very mesmerizing. Mystique now had black wavy hair, blood red lipstick on her heart-shape lips and she was watching him with her cat-like green eyes. She had a white blouse and two of the top buttons were unbuttoned. The black trousers covered her used-to-be bare legs.
"Is this something you would like?" she asked. "Or maybe something different..." Mystique suggested and morphed again. This time she turned into a blond, bimbo-looking young girl with pigtails and ripped jean shorts with flannel shirt, that had knot in the front. Tom could see her belly button. "Something innocent..." Mystique asked with a teasing voice, "willing to be taught by a strong man..."
"How are you doing this...?" Tom asked, still confused if he was seeing right. How could anyone change her looks in a blink of an eye?
"I got my perks", Mystique said, now standing and raising her other shoulder innocently. "So what's it gonna be?"
Tom couldn't keep up. He had no idea what his dream woman was like. He had been prepared to take services from a woman whose looks didn't really matter – until now. Tom had to admit to himself that the real Mystique creeped him out. He preferred her with normal, human-like looks but wasn't sure about the details.
"Surely you have something you would wish", Mystique said, morphing into different skin again. This time she was an Asian woman and was wearing a silky nightgown. "No...?" she guessed when his look was still confused. "What do you want...?"
"I-I don't know", Tom stuttered. Mystique changed looks fast, like showing the catalogue of what she could change into.
"Just say stop when you see something you like", Mystique encouraged him. Tom nodded, trying not to blink his eyes so he wouldn't miss anything.

"That one", Tom chose finally and Mystique stopped. She was now a brunette with tight bun behind her head and glasses resting against her long nose. If looks were anything to go by, she could've just came out from a conference. Mystique smiled.
"A colleague...?" she guessed. Tom seemed embarrassed. "It's okay. Maybe you haven't had the chance in real life but in here... all your wishes come true..." Mystique came closer and wrapped her hand behing his head, now kissing him passionately. It only took seconds from him to kiss her back.