Turning the mirror this way and that. You try to work out how this trick worked. She's wearing a sexy top... Well, most things would look sexy with her? wearing them. It's not revealing, but the way she fills that T-shirt. The same one you're wearing... even if you don't stretch it out in quite the same manner.
It was a mix of flattering and disturbing how attractive your female double looked. But your curiosity drove you to understand this joke? Was this some prototype tablet... with some bizarre instagram-type filter. He tried different expressions, sticking his tongue out, pouting, blowing kisses... But the reflection copied them exactly.
Tossing your mane of hair is weird, as the copy is blessed with shoulder length chestnut locks, that sway and sweep realistically. But your short cropped hair barely moves.
Raising your hand to touch the surface, you flinch, as those hands look different, the fingers slender... the nails painted.
With a snort at your own nervousness, you touch the surface of the glass. You recoil, as you feel a sting, like static electricity.
The illusion breaks, and you see yourself in the mirror. The same features, the rugged chin, the hint of stubble, and the look of confusion and disappointment that she's vanished. There's a hint of worry that you've broken some prototype device.
However....
- - - - -
It's at that point you realise something. As several observations crash over you in quick succession.
The hand holding the mirror is slim... the nails are painted the same gloss red.
Your breathing quickens... as you feel the brushing of hair against your shoulders, and you become aware of it at the edge of your vision.
Snapping your gaze downwards, you see that same T-shirt.... But now, you're truly filling as your former reflection did. The bust undeniable, still you grasp the neck of the shirt. Almost ripping it in your haste, you yank at it, until you hear the sound of stitches popping, seams bursting... But it confirms the cold dread in the pit of your stomach. That's no fake padding... You truly have a bust... and those nipples stiffen as you watch, becoming diamond hard as you shake your head in denial.
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