Author's Note:
This is a commission I've been working on recently from one of my readers. It explores a side of MC that I usually don't write about, which made it a lot of fun to work on! Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of potentially nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters and situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, © 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
UPON REFLECTION
by Fidget
Chapter 2: Beyond Good and Evil
The next week passed uneventfully. Maddie was still reeling from her breakup, and couldn't bear to see how Darren and Amber were all over each other in public, though she felt that her blackout the previous week in Cassandra's room in the basement had somehow helped, as though Darren had been less important to her after looking in that mirror. And, all the while, in the back of her mind was a constant reminder of how eager she was to go back to Cassandra's room, even with how off-putting her experience down there had been the previous week.
Nicole left Maddie alone for the most part, though she was still just as contemptuous of her, of course. Nicole was just too busy with her newest girlfriend, and she figured that her loud moans echoing down the residence hall each night would be torment enough. Nicole recalled the strangeness of her experience in the basement, of course, but wasn't worried about it too much. It had been out of her control, and whatever happened had happened, so there was no use dwelling on it. In any case, Nicole remembered the changes Maddie had undergone the previous week after looking in the mirror, and was very interested in possibly seeing that side of her again, which nicely complemented her own strong desire to return to the basement in spite of her slight misgivings about it.
Professor Alexis Streater went through her lectures and meetings almost mechanically, fully absorbed in the horrible moral and ethical implications of what Cassandra was doing, but not currently seeing a way to stop her. If only someone would do something! It never occurred to the professor to talk to anyone about it, however, and she told herself that perhaps she could fix things herself when she went back this week. She was certainly looking forward to it, in any case.
Inevitably, of course, the day arrived, and at 8pm sharp, the trio found themselves at the entrance to the mirror room in the basement once more. Today Maddie was wearing a simple white tshirt that said CHEER! across the front and short pink shorts with the word PINK across the butt that nicely showed off her tanned and toned athletic figure, while Nicole's curves were stuffed into a low-cut tanktop without a bra and the shortest skirt she could get away with. The professor wore slacks and a professional blouse on her petite frame, complete with tasteful pumps. They looked up at the uncovered mirror above the door, felt their heads fuzz slightly, and slowly walked into the room after the door opened. Once again it closed behind them with finality, and they recalled that they'd have to look in the mirror above the door in order to leave.
Cassandra was standing right where she had been the previous week, mirror in hand, waiting for them.
"Welcome back everyone! I'm so glad you all returned this week! Feel free to enjoy yourselves here for as long as you'd like, doing whatever you please," she said with a smile, taking a seat on a nearby chaise.
Maddie and Nicole stayed by the door, remembering their odd experiences from the previous week and determined to avoid the mirror in the middle of the room at all costs, though Nicole hoped Maddie might accidentally glance at it, of course.
The professor was carefully looking around the room in the meantime, desperate to find something she could use against Cassandra, but all she saw was expensive furniture and extravagant decorations. She eventually worked her way to the middle of the room, and began to examine the base and frame of the mirror that had triggered Nicole and Maddie's mental transformations. The entire time she was near it, she could feel her eyes being drawn almost magnetically to the silvery, reflective surface, and in a moment of weakness, she happened to catch a glance of a large, muscular young man somehow reflected in its burnished finish. Confused, she looked around herself in case she'd failed to notice anyone else in the room with them, before looking fully into the mirror as her natural curiosity betrayed her.
She was surprised to see the confident eyes of a virile young man looking back at her, and as her eyes remained glued to his, she realized that this young man was her reflection. She had fallen into the mirror's trap, and knew that within minutes she would fully believe that this young man was her. She tried to keep her mind on her task for the sake of her students, but as her eyes became more and more intently focused on her reflection and her mind began to cloud, she knew that Cassandra had won, and that none of her knowledge of human psychology would be able to save her from the appealing ideas currently invading her mind.
When she thought about it, she realized that her students were responsible for their own actions, and that what was going on here wasn't her fault at all. How could she have known what Cassandra was up to? It was more important for her to start doing what she wanted to for once, and what he wanted was to continue staring at his reflection, feeling his mind grow more reckless and sure of himself as he continued to absorb the mirror's appealing ideas. People were always telling him what to do, and never let him have what he wanted. And what he wanted, he suddenly realized, was what every horny young stud wanted: sex, lots and lots of sex. In fact, Alex could feel himself becoming aroused at that very thought, and hoped that his growing erection wasn't showing through his tight gym shorts. He looked down at his reflection in the mirror and saw that his dick was in fact tenting, but all of a sudden it no longer bothered him that it was clearly visible through the tight fabric. There was nothing like the sight of a large, erect cock on a muscular guy to draw exactly the kind of female attention he was looking for, but it could still get uncomfortable, so he reached down to adjust himself.
When he did so, he was surprised to find that his strong, masculine legs were somehow encased in professional-looking suitpants like his mom would wear. What the fuck?, he thought, pulling at the unfamiliar-feeling elastic material in bewilderment. Forgetting to adjust himself, and completely oblivious to the fact that he didn't actually have a penis, Alex checked the rest of his clothing and immediately noticed that his size 14 feet were somehow crammed into a pair of what seemed to be tiny womens' pumps! That couldn't be right, because his feet had been huge since his growth spurt a few years before, and he didn't think they made girls' shoes that big! Someone had to be messing with him. He kicked off the uncomfortable pumps, ripped off the bottoms of the hose he was apparently wearing, and felt better with his strong feet flat on the ground. He considered removing his girl pants as well, but he didn't know where he was, and didn't want to get arrested for indecency or something.
Lifting his gaze to his chest, he found that, once again, he was wearing women's clothing. What Alex saw as muscular pecs, earned through countless hours in the gym at his high school, were practically bursting the seams of the frilly blouse he found himself in, and he could even feel a bra digging into his chest. Giving himself over to his adolescent rage at the indignity of his situation, he ripped the blouse off and snapped the bra's straps, leaving what he thought was his muscular chest exposed.
