You see, said the reflection as she gave the subject a bit of a pause. I suppose there's no real simple way to say it. I am you.
"You're...Me?"
Well, a part of you. It's better to say that I'm secretly the side of you that you always wish you were. Your hidden desires, so to speak.
"You're telling me it's my secret desire to be a fat girl?"
Your reflection's cheeks puffed up as she pouted. How rude! I didn't choose to take this form, you know! Not that I'm complaining since I am you. Just a bigger and better version of you.
"Sorry," you said, realizing that was probably quite offensive to just call her out like that. "Just...If you are my truest desire then I think you couldn't be further from what I really want. If I could be anything, I would probably be...A super buff football player or something."
Hah, that's so typical. But have you ever given any thought into what would go into maintaining a body like that?
"Uh, I mean lots of working out, right?"
Your whole life would be working out with at least three hours a day spent at the gym. And forget about delicious food anymore. You would need to eat nothing but plain chicken and greens, with the occasional muscle powder to keep fit. It's a horrible pain in the butt, I tell you! But if you were me, then you would never worry about what you eat. You might be fat, but you would be comfortable. And you would look damn good.
You paused. She made a surprisingly valid argument. She was kind of cute for a chubby girl. "Fair enough...But why a girl?"
Do you find beer bellies attractive? There's only one way a guy gains is with his gut. With a girl though...Do you mind taking a step back for a second?
You did as commanded, which granted you a full view of your girlish reflection and all its splendor. Needless to say it wasn't her breasts which were the only things that were big, she had the hips and thighs to match as well. And only a little tummy poking out as well as you put your hands on your waist and she did the same.
See? For a girl, you have the curves to fill out. Especially the boobs. Can you imagine eating and eating only for them to get bigger and bigger before your very eyes? We both know you've always been a boob guy. I'm an F cup easy.
Weirdly enough she was making more and more sense. As bizarre as this conversation was.
Look, continued the reflection. I'm not asking that we snap your fingers and boom, turn you into me. All that I ask is you give it a try and take things slow. If you don't like it, and I promise you that you will like it, I'll do everything in my power to change you back to normal.
"You're making it sound like it's easy to do something like this..."
It is with a little bit of magic! Now, all we have to do is...
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