Mirror Mischief
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“Cynthia!” my mom called, her voice ringing rang through the house as she summoned me. “That nice neighbor boy Stanley dropped something off for you.” Stanley was hardly nice. He was a creep, that’s what he was. He’s the reason I keep my curtains closed in my room because that perv would love nothing more than to watch me changing. As I approach my mom, I see she’s awkwardly holding a long flat object wrapped in brown paper. “What is it?” I ask suspiciously. “Open it and see,” she prompts. I tear a piece of paper from the corner, and see a reflective surface. “It’s a mirror?” I’m perplexed. It’s a mirror. My mom smiles. “Oh how lovely. He must have found out you wanted one for your room, and now you have one.” That was unsettling as well, since I’d just put on my socials that I was looking for one. I thought I’d blocked Stanley on all of them, but he must have managed to sneak back on with a fake profile. Wonderful. I took the mirror from mom and brought it up to my room. I unwrapped it completely and set it up. It was actually a very nice mirror. Not enough to let Stanley into my pants though. I don’t think anything would be enough for that. As I admired my cute self in the mirror, I suddenly saw my reflection smile mischievously and lower the straps of my dress. What the hell?! I was NOT trying to do that, but I suddenly realized I WAS doing that. I was lowering my dress! I couldn’t stop my hands from reaching around and jiggling and smacking my own butt.
And then I was turning away from the mirror, but…something was very wrong! I couldn’t see my room! I was trapped on the other side of the mirror! I heard my mirror self say from the real world, “That worked just like Stanley said it would. I can’t wait to serve him. I’ll start by offering up this body. He won’t be able to get enough of this juicy ass and perky tits.”