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This is a quick short story that I typed up while feeling a little bored.
I've had the idea for some time, but since I wasn't feeling very inspired
while writing it, it hasn't come out as well as I would have liked. It's not
one of my better stories, but I hope that you enjoy it.
The Magic Mirror
By Morpheus
Ray Holmes grinned excitedly to himself as he opened the door
to the new house. His new house, he reminded himself proudly. His first
house, and for the near future, his new home. When his Aunt Sylvie had
passed away a month earlier, Ray had been shocked to find that she'd left
him the house in her will. Even more surprised since he barely even
knew her, but for some reason, she'd decided to leave the house and
everything in it to him.
However, after the reading of the will, Ray did discover why
she'd left the house to him. He was the only one in the family that hadn't
done something to piss her off, so she'd left it to him, just to spite the
others. And much to the great disappointment of the rest of the family,
who'd practically disowned Ray after his good fortune, it turned out that
Aunt Sylvie wasn't nearly as rich as everyone had thought. In fact, she
was almost completely broke, owning nothing more than her old house.
Once Ray was inside the house, he let out a whistle, forgetting
about his earlier thoughts. The house was definitely old, and a lot bigger
than he'd originally thought. Perhaps even too big for him alone, though
he knew Aunt Sylvie had managed it.
After a short inspection of the house, Ray saw just how Aunt
Sylvie had managed living there all alone. She'd apparently only lived in
several rooms, not bothering to clean or use the rest of the house. The
layers of dust and cobwebs that covered the second floor staggered Ray.
Most of the house obviously hadn't been cleaned in years, perhaps even
decades.
When Ray had finished going through only several rooms on the
second floor, he let out a long sigh and shook his head in disgust. "This
is gonna take a LOT of work to clean" Ray sighed, daunted by the
incredible task ahead of him. "A lot of work"
For a moment, Ray stared at the dust in disgust, seriously
reconsidering his decision to live there. The thought of selling the house
started to become more attractive to Ray, though he quickly decided
against it. Ray frowned as he looked around, refusing to just give up.
He was far too stubborn for that.
"Well" Ray muttered to himself as he continued with his
exploration, "I might as well see the full damage" He let out a deep sigh,
then went to see the rest of the rooms.
After Ray had covered most of the house, the last room that he
checked had a stairway in it, which led upward, to what he guessed was
the attic. Ray stared at it for a moment, then carefully made his up the
stairs, half afraid that the old wood might collapse underneath him.
"That's the last thing I need" he said aloud, taking extra care to watch
where he was stepping.
When Ray reached the top, he was disappointed to find a very
solid looking door blocking his way. A door, that when he tried the knob,
proved to be locked. "Damn" Ray grumbled to himself as he tried
fiddling with the lock, to no effect. He even kicked at the door a few
times, but it didn't budge in the least. "Don't make them like this
anymore" he snorted in disgust. "The stairs look like they might fall
apart, but the door sure won't"
It was only after he'd tried everything else that he could think of,
including picking the lock, that Ray remembered the house keys that he'd
been given. Embarrassed at his lack of thought, Ray fumbled with the
key ring, and tried one key after another in the lock. Finally one of them
went in, and the door unlocked with a faint click.
The door opened with a horrible squeak, though Ray hardly
noticed. Instead, he nervously looked inside at the dark attic, lighted
only by the sunlight that streamed through the dirty glass window.
Fortunately though, the window was facing the sun, and gave enough
light to see half of the attic with.
Ray walked through the filthy attic, brushing cobwebs out of the
way and trying not to sneeze from all the dust. It was obvious that no one
had been inside there for a very long time. There were pieces of
furniture, scattered around the attic, their shapes obscured by the sheets
that had long ago been draped over them. Several storage trunks also
were clearly visible around the attic, and all of them were coated with a
heavy layer of dust.
"Disgusting" Ray muttered as he wiped a finger along one of the
old trunks. But rather than being disgusted, Ray was excited. "Who
knows what kind of stuff is up here" he whispered, suspecting that some
of those antiques must be worth quite a bit.
Then looking at one of the sheet covered shapes next to him, Ray
wondered what could be under that. Curious, he pulled the sheet off,
finding an antique mirror underneath. It was a full sized mirror, with a
finely carved dark wooden frame. "Wow" Ray whistled.
For a moment, Ray just stared at the mirror, then he noticed
something odd. Something extremely odd. Ray blinked his eyes, but
there was no mistaking it. The reflection that stared back at him from the
mirror, was not his own. Not in the least. Instead of the 27 year old
nondescript man that he expected to see, a woman was looking back at
him. A pretty woman who seemed to be maybe 24 or 25, and with
blonde hair tied up into a bun. She was even wearing completely
different clothes than his, being dressed in a long flower print dress, that
was badly out of style.
"What the hell?" Ray gasped, jumping back for a moment, and
seeing the reflection do the same thing. Ray stared at it for several
seconds, then cautiously stepped forward again, noticing that his
reflection was doing the same thing. Slowly, curiosity began to
overcome Ray's nervousness and fear of the unknown, and he waved his
hand in front of him, watching the woman do the same thing. Several
more times he made movements, some of them sudden, as if to see if the
image would really follow his movements. But much to his surprise, the
woman in the mirror matched his movements perfectly.
"God this is unbelievable" Ray said with a grin. He looked
around the mirror, trying to see if there was some sort of trick to create
that reflection, but he saw nothing. Other than his reflection being that of
someone else, the mirror seemed to be just that. A mirror. "I can't
believe it" He chuckled.
After Ray had convinced himself that this wasn't a trick of some
sort, he went back to staring at the unmatching reflection. He chuckled
to himself as he remembered just how many cartoons and old comedy
movies where he'd seen the same gag. Where he'd seen some character
testing their reflection in the mirror. But never in his wildest dreams had
he imagined that one day he might be doing the exact same thing. That
only brought an even bigger grin to Ray's face.
Curious about the unfamiliar woman who stared back at him, Ray
reached forward, still grinning as he did so. As his fingers touched the
cold surface of the mirror, and the fingers of the unfamiliar reflection,
Ray felt a strange chill run through his body. For a brief second,
absolutely everything seemed to shimmer around Ray, but only for a
second. Then Ray was startled to realize that the reflection staring back
at him was his own once again.
Ray frowned in thought as he stared at his own reflection,
wondering why it was back to normal. Had his seeing a woman in the
mirror only been a trick of the light, or worse yet, of his own mind?
Those thoughts flashed through Ray's mind rapidly, then he suddenly
became aware that something wasn't right. Something was definitely
wrong, and everything he felt from his body seemed to scream the fact.
With a horrible feeling, Ray forced himself to look down,
gasping in shock as he saw a two bumps pushing out from his chest,
covered with the same flower print dress that the woman in the mirror
had been wearing. A moment later, he knew that he'd gained a lot more
than that woman's dress.
Ray stared at his hands in shock, not even recognizing them.
They were very feminine hands, with nicely manicured nails. His hands
grasped his new breasts, feeling them very clearly beneath the dress he
was now wearing. There was no doubt in his mind that they were real,
and with a gulp, he realized that everything else must have changed as
well. Somehow, he'd become the woman in the mirror.
"Oh my God" Ray whispered in shock, hearing a woman's soft
voice instead of his own male one. "This can't be happening" But he
knew without a doubt that somehow it was. He had no idea how such a
thing could even remotely be possible, but Ray didn't doubt that it was.
Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself to "Stay calm" He closed his
eyes and breathed deeply as he tried to collect his thoughts, and with
every breath he could feel his breasts push against some constraint.
Finally, he opened his eyes again and stared back into the mirror, into the
eyes of his own male reflection which stared right back.
Once again Ray moved his hand and watched his reflection do
the same. His reflection was just the same as it had always been, though
now for some reason he was not. For a moment, Ray just stared at his
reflection, wondering what could have happened. Then it dawned on
him. "If touching it caused me to turn into that woman...." then touching
it again might turn him back to normal. Without hesitating, Ray tested
his theory.
A moment later, Ray felt the cold chill wash over his body, and
once again he was staring at the reflection of a woman in the mirror.
"Interesting" he mused to himself, staring at the mirror thoughtfully.
Then, unable to resist his curiosity, Ray reached forward and touched the
mirror again.
Ray pulled his hand away, and smiled to himself as he saw that it
was a girls hand again. It had worked, he'd been turned into that woman
again. Excited as his discovery, Ray ran his hands over his body in
amazement. "Unbelievable" he said to himself, "Simply unbelievable"
Ray lifted up his dress and carefully touched the smooth skin of his leg.
"God this is amazing." It was the most exciting thing that had ever
happening to him, and beyond anything that he'd ever imagined.
After several minutes, Ray turned his attention back to the mirror.
He was dying to explore his new body without the clothes on, but first
he wanted to check something. Then Ray touched the mirror again, and
then again. He changed back and forth, getting more and more excited as
he did so. "This is fantastic" he laughed, "I never thought that I'd find
something like THIS in the attic. Never in a million years"
When Ray had finished with his experimenting, he had decided
to stay as a woman for a little while. He laughed excitedly as he hurried
back down the stairs, wanting to see his reflection again, but this time in
a real mirror. But more than that, he desperately wanted to get a better
look at himself, without the clothing.
Going back down the stairs, Ray could feel his breasts jiggling
slightly under his dress, and a draft along his legs. But in spite of the
discomfort, it Ray also felt excited by the strange sensations. Soon he
was back on the first floor, and heading to the room that Aunt Sylvie had
used as a bedroom. Ray had planned to use one of the second floor
bedrooms, but for now that would have to do.
When Ray was in Aunt Sylvie's bedroom, now his, he found an
old mirror on the wall and stared at himself in it. He chuckled as he saw
the pretty blonde woman staring back at him. It was just like in the attic,
but now the reflection matched his appearance. "I wonder who she is"
Ray suddenly mused to himself. "Or maybe who she was" He frowned,
suddenly sure that she had been a real person at one point at least. "Oh
God, the mirror's haunted" he started to worry nervously, wondering if
that was the reason. However he'd seen nothing that hinted at a ghost,
just a reflection from an old mirror that didn't match. "No" Ray
muttered, "It has to be the mirror itself." He turned away from the
mirror, thinking about the one upstairs.
Suddenly he wondered what would happen if someone else
looked in it at that moment. Would they see his reflection looking back
instead of their own? And what if they touched it, would they then turn
into him? The thought was a little sobering, and Ray couldn't help but
wondering if something like that hadn't happened to the woman who's
form she wore. Did she become someone else, leaving her own body in
the mirror? And if that was the case, wasn't it likely that the same thing
could have happened for a long time? That other people had taken the
form that was in the mirror and left their own in its place. It was a very
old mirror, he knew, so who knew how long it's magic had been
changing people.
With a sigh, Ray forced his mind away from those thoughts.
"That's not important" he decided. He grinned again, thinking that as
long as he could change back just by touching the mirror, he was very
happy indeed. But at the moment, he was dying to satisfy his curiosity.
Ray turned his attention to his dress, and quickly began working
at the buttons on the back. Moments later, he dropped the dress to the
floor and looked at the old fashioned underwear and bra he was wearing
with amusement. "Definitely out of date" he chuckled. Excited, Ray
could barely keep his fingers from trembling as he undid the bra,
dropping it to the floor alongside the dress.
"Oh my God" he gasped, staring down at his naked breasts in
amazement. They were about average size, though they seemed almost
huge to Ray. "This is unbelievable" he chuckled again, nervously
touching his large dark nipples. "Absolutely amazing" Ray gasped
slightly at the touch, but was almost pleased by just how strangely
sensitive his nipples were. For a short time, Ray amused himself by
gently cupping his new breasts, and playing with his nipples. He
delighted in the alien sensation and grinned as his nipples slowly became
erect.
Finally, Ray looked away from his breasts, ready for the next
stage of his inspection. Several minutes later, he was completely naked
and sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over and looking closely between
his legs. The sensitiveness of his new vagina staggered him. And after
several more minutes of self exploration, Ray got back up and stared at
himself in the mirror. A very pretty naked woman looked back. And
with a grin, he undid his hair from the bun it had been in, releasing the
blonde hair to fall around his shoulders.
"Wow" Ray whispered. He'd looked very attractive before, but
with his hair loose, it seemed to change his whole face. It was as if
releasing his hair had magically transformed his pretty face into a
beautiful one. "I can't believe that's me" Ray said aloud, gently running
a finger along his cheek. It felt so soft and smooth, very much unlike
normal.
It was with a great effort of will that Ray tore himself away from
the mirror and went about getting dressed again. Ray had to struggle to
get the bra back on, and he was half tempted not to bother. However, he
was too stubborn to give up. Not until he'd finished what he started and
was all dressed again.
Then finally he finished and stood in front of the mirror again.
Ray smiled as he double checked his clothes, seeing that he was dressed
exactly as he had been before, except that his hair was hanging free.
Smiling dreamily to himself, Ray ran a hand through his hair, deciding
that he much preferred it like that. "Now if only I can meet a real girl
who looks like this" With a long sigh, Ray shook his head, knowing that
it wasn't very likely to happen. At the moment he'd just have to make
due with being that girl. That thought brought a faint smile to his lips as
he considered just how fun....or at least interesting, such a thing could be.
After satisfying himself that his appearance was acceptable, even
if old fashioned, Ray decided that he was ready. Ready to leave the
house and see what it was like to actually go into public as a woman. The
thought filled him with excitement, and he hurried out of the house,
barely able to contain himself.
As Ray walked down town, he was amused at the looks people
were giving him. Of course he knew that most of them were due to the
clothes he was wearing, but he did get a few whistles and appreciative
stares. However, after hearing more than one woman comment about his
"horrible fashion sense" he decided that it was time to do something
about that.
Ray felt uncomfortable going into the lingerie section of the
department store, but he knew that he'd need new underwear along with
the other new clothes. And besides, he thought while shifting his bra
straps again, he could definitely do with a new, and much more
comfortable bra. The one he had on was killing him.
Somehow, almost to Ray's surprise, he managed to purchase
several pairs of panties and bras, without anyone pointing out that he was
really a man. And he was very relieved that the saleswoman was so
helpful. He didn't think that he would have been able to guess his bra
size without her help. Of course, he'd had to tell her that a recent weight
gain had caused his old bras to get tight. The saleswoman had seemed a
little skeptical of that, but didn't ask any questions, much to Ray's relief.
When Ray was finished with the lingerie department, he felt
much more confident in his ability to pass as a woman, as well as a lot
more comfortable. He smiled faintly as he shrugged his shoulders,
pleased at just how much more comfortable the newer bras were
compared to the one he had been wearing. Feeling very pleased at his
success so far, Ray decided to continue with his shopping trip.
After several more hours, Ray was pleased to walk out of the
store, wearing his all new clothes. The tight fitting jeans, T-shirt and
tennis shoes all made him feel sexy, though not as much as he would if
he'd been wearing the sexy dress, short skirt or high heels that he'd also
bought. However, he didn't quite think he was ready to try any of those
on just yet. For the moment, he just wanted to get used to his borrowed
body. Ray was so excited by everything, that he even stopped at a
beauty parlor for a hair styling and manicure before going home.
Once Ray was home, he excitedly tried on his other new
purchase, posing in front of the mirror and even cautiously walking
around in the high heeled shoes. After he nearly fell and caught his
balance against the wall, Ray thought about his situation and laughed.
He'd never wanted to be a woman in his life, but at the moment it was
just so exciting. So new. It was like a game for him that he just wanted to
play more of.
However, after a short while longer, Ray decided that he'd had
enough for the day. He looked at his new purchases, and smiled faintly
before carefully hiding them in one of the spare bedrooms. Then,
wearing the skirt, blouse and high heels, Ray cautiously made his way
back up to the attic and changed back to normal. After pulling his hand
away from the mirror, he patted his now flat chest, then grinned at the
sexy woman in the mirror. His reflection was still wearing the skirt and
high heels even. Ray let out a long sigh then quickly left the attic,
deciding to spend the rest of the day cleaning the house like he'd
originally planned.
Over the next two weeks, Ray spent every free moment, as well
as all of his vacation time from work, both cleaning his house, and
experimenting with his borrowed female body. Ray frequently did both
at the same time, spending hours a day as a woman, often cleaning the
house in that form.
Ray was so excited with his strange new second life, that he even
named his female self Rachael. He also moved all of the women's
clothes he'd bought into one of the ladies bedrooms on the second floor,
and fixed the bedroom up for his time as slowly increasing time as
Rachael.
Then one day, over two weeks since he'd first moved into the
house, Ray slowly started up the stairs to the attic, a wide smile on his
face. He couldn't help smiling as he thought of his plans for that night.
For the first time, he was going to go out at night as Rachael. He was
going to go out dancing, and see what kind of fun he could have.
Frowning to himself for just a moment, he knew that he'd have to be
careful. Ray had no intention of going to bed with a man, and if he let
himself get drunk, he knew that there was no telling what could happen.
Walking into the attic, Ray smiled again as he saw the mirror.
He quickly positioned himself in front of it, admiring the sexy reflection
that looked back. He'd gone through a lot of effort, and a lot of money at
the beauty parlor the day before to get Rachael ready for her big outing.
He trembled with excitement as he thought about it, then cautiously
reached his hand out to the mirrors surface.
A moment later, Rachael stepped back from the mirror, and
smiled as she looked down at her very sexy dress and the high heeled
shoes which decorated her feet. She looked at herself in the mirror and
let out a sigh. "That's the one thing that stinks about this mirror" she
muttered to herself, "It's no good for actually seeing how you look"
With another sigh, Rachael stepped back and gave the mirror a
good long look before turning to leave the attic. Then much to her
surprise, her foot didn't want to move, the heal having caught in a
knothole in the floor. Rachael let out a shriek as she lost her balance and
fell against the mirror. Almost immediately the mirror toppled over,
hitting the floor with a loud shattering sound.
"OH SHIT!" Rachael cried out in horror as she got to her knees
and stared at the shards of mirror which lay scattered along the floor.
"Oh no" she gasped, picking up one of the broken pieces and holding it
to her face. Ray's features looked back, or at least the area around the
eyes which was all that the piece was large enough to show. Rachael
tried not to panic, and carefully reached down to touch the surface with
her finger. But much to her horror, absolutely nothing happened. It was
as if it were nothing more than an ordinary mirror, or at least the
shattered remains of an ordinary mirror. Rachael frantically scrambled
along the floor, no longer caring about her dress as she searched for any
mirror shards large enough to use, but with each one she picked up and
tried, she found they didn't work. Not a single shard worked.
Finally, Rachael stood back up and stared at the mirror shards
which were scattered along the floor in shock in disbelief. "I can't turn
back to normal" she whispered to herself. "I can't believe it" But she
knew that she did. All too well. Until then, it had just been a game. A
great game to try something new, to be someone new. But now...now it
was very, very real to her, and she knew that it would be for the rest of
her life.
Rachael nervously backed up, trying to keep herself from crying,
and not succeeding very well. She looked down at her breasts and her
sexy form. They weren't bad to have, and she'd been very proud of them
just a short while earlier. But now, now she knew that she'd possess them
for the rest of her life, without any chance of changing back to normal.
To changing back into a guy.
"Oh my God" she whimpered, "What am I going to do?" She
certainly couldn't go back to her old job like she was now. She knew
that it wouldn't be easy, but she could find a new job. And if she sold
some of the jewelry and valuables that she'd found hidden around the
house while cleaning it, she knew that she'd be able to make out all right.
It wouldn't be easy. Shuddering, Rachael didn't want to think about that
now. She couldn't think about that now.
Instead, Rachael gave the broken remains of the mirror one final
look, then ran out of the attic as fast as she could, tears pouring down her
cheeks. She locked the door, then went back down the stairs at a slower
pace, trying to regain control of herself. She wiped the tears, not caring
about the mascara which now covered the backs of her hands. "I'll
survive" she told herself, "I'll make due" She forced a slight smile,
remembering how much fun she'd had in the last couple weeks. "Being a
woman isn't so bad" After giving another long look back up the stairs in
the direction of the attic, Rachael decided that she was never going to go
back up there again in her life. She didn't think that she'd be able to face
seeing the shattered mirror again.
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While Rachael was downstairs, the shattered mirror shards
glittered brightly in the sunlight which poured in through the dirty
window. Then, almost as if the shards were made of ice, they each
seemed to melt into silvery puddles and droplets, looking like nothing as
much as mercury. Slowly the silvery drops began to shiver and shudder,
then as if they were on a slope, they all began to roll along the floor,
forming together into a single large puddle beneath the mirror frame.
Once all of the silvery liquid had gathered in one spot, it extended a
small tendril from it, which cautiously touched the edge of the mirror
frame. Seconds later, all of the liquid rushed up that tendril and filled in
the empty frame. As soon as every drop was in place, it solidified once
again, leaving a perfectly formed mirror gleamed in the sunlight.
THE END
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