magic mirror, the intro
My name was Alex, and I lived a normal life. I went to school, did my home work, and averaged a good grade. Did chores around the apartment I lived in, worked my part time job, and lived my normal life. My problems started some time ago, so here is how it went. I woke up like normal and got dressed. It was a Saturday so I decided to head to the local market held downtown. I made and ate breakfast then headed out the door. It was pretty warm out so I didn’t ride my bike. I walked to the bus and rode it down town. This is where everything just starts to go weird. I make my way through the many stands setup. Filled with charms, food, videos and games. I find a small shop I have never seen before where a parking lot use to be. I thought it looked interesting so I went inside to see what little things I could get. I walked in circles checking and checking again. An old woman walked out from the back and saw that I was interested in some of the items.
“Hello dearly, what can I sell you today?” her voice sounded soft for such an old looking woman.
“Just browsing, but what is some of this stuff?” I asked because some of the stuff actually looked nice. She walked over and pointed some small things out. Explaining what it does and its origins. I saw a small pocket mirror that looked very nice, I thought about giving it to the landlady as a gift. I asked about it and the old woman gave me an elaborate story about it.
“This is a magic mirror that belonged to a thief of spells, he used it to change his identity after stealing a powerful spell. Until he was caught and forced to stay in the form he was found in.” I did not really believe this story because magic spells and form changing mirrors are stupid. I bought it and thought the story was just to make it seem interesting.
“Be careful something’s in life are not meant to be played with lightly.” She called out as I left the store. I didn’t think much of it, but it would be cool to change your appearance. The fun you could have with it, but it was just a story. I walked around until dusk rolled around and everyone was packing up. I bought the last bus home and unloaded what I bought onto the counter. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the mirror.
“I wonder” I questioned whether the story was true or not then decided it was fake. I placed the mirror down and emptied the food into the fridge. I grabbed the mirror and walked into my room. I placed it on my bed side table so if the land lady walked in she would not see it right away. I jumped into the shower, flicked on the TV and dried off.
“Nothing, nothing, nothing, and nothing” I flicked threw the channels and found nothing good on. So I decided to sleep a bit early. I put some underwear on and jumped into bed.
I had a nice dream that turned into a nightmare. I was dreaming about girls, lots of them. Tall ones, short ones, different hair colour, different body shapes and sizes. I fucked all of them I fucked girls by the hundreds in my dream. But then the old hag slipped into my head. I was grossed and lost my erection. The girls where all gone and she stood there in front of me.
“Sonny how about you getting your brains fucked out.” Then the old hag disappeared in a puff of smoke and turned into a mega hottie. But when she touched me I felt really weird, and my body hurt all over. I watched as my feet slowly shrank, then my legs got skinny and smooth.
“What the fuck.” I scream in a high pitch voice and grab my mouth. I slowly watch as my hands got dainty, I lost the mussel I had in my arms. My hips grew as my belly shrank, and two huge boobs pop out of my chest.
“What did you do to me you witch.” The woman laughed and faded as a bunch of ugly guys walked out from nowhere.
“No get away, I’m a guy, don’t touch me” The guys swarmed around me and touched me all over. They where rubbing my body everywhere. My private areas, my face and chest. I got excited from all the rubbing, I felt warm and tingly until I screamed from pleasure. Then nothing, I was sitting up in my bed watching as the sun just peered into my room.
“Morning I guessed, what a dream” I say to myself in my head. I slump out of bed, really tired for some reason. I start up the shower and peer over at my alarm clock.
“7 in the morning, early for a Sunday.” I walk back over to the shower and step in. I grab the body wash and squirt some in my hand.
“I feel really short this morning.” I mix it around in my hands rub up my arms.
“Must be from being really tired, I’ll get over it soooo…” I rub my chest and feel two huge tits there.
“What the fuck?” I say aloud and look down, after rubbing my eyes clear I see two huge breasts attached to me.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, What the fuck.” I jump out of the shower and rub the mirror clean.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” I look at the refection and stare in shock.
“I am a girl!” I scream and feel over my body, boobs real, I reach down to where my cock use to be and feel a pussy.
“No way.” I rub and prod.
“It’s real, what the fuck” I slap myself across the face.
“Wake up” I slap myself again, but I still look the same. I run into my bedroom and sit back on the bed.
“Ok, ok think, what could have happened.” I try to remember my dream. Fucking girls, yup, a lot of them, wait old hag, turned mega hottie, then I turned into a chick. Wait the old hag, the mirror” I turn around and see the mirror on my bed side table. It was open and when I picked it up it showed a reflection of the boy me.
“Shit she was telling the truth.”