Img source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/85621272
Artist: sawasa(swzw)
No, I did not mean anything by this. Sorry if it got a bit too depressing in the middle of the first part, I genuinely didn't expect that going into it. The idea here started as me wanting to do another two perspective thing, and I remembered these kinds of images where both sides of the mirror depict something different.
I felt like an image like that could make for an interesting story, where a character sees a slightly different version of themselves.
Kiaran, a regular office worker, was on his way home from work one day. On the way, he came across a pair of men carrying a large mirror from a moving van to a nearby house.
He didn't think much of it, but just as he was walking past them, one of them slipped, causing the mirror to fall onto him.
He yelped in surprise as the mirror shattered, scattering shards around him. Yet somehow, he was unhurt luckily.
Something was off though. As he sighed in relief, his voice was oddly high. And when the movers apologised and asked him whether he was alright, they addressed her as "miss".
Kiaran was a bit confused, but confidently assured them that he was fine. However, just as he wanted to begin walking away he noticed a reflection in one of the larger shards of the mirror, in which he saw, that he had become a girl.
The transformation affected his, or rather her life severely. She practically lost everything, starting with her job, as her boss didn't believe she was who she said she was.
As she couldn't recognise herself in the mirror either, she couldn't entirely blame him. After that, she became isolated, unable to face her friends and family.
For a while, she is unable to do much, falling into a slump after being unable to find new work. At first, she was also somewhat afraid of her new body, which had caused her so many issues already.
She didn't want to touch it, she didn't want to look at it, and she didn't even want to think about it.
Regardless of that, she was also curious, even if she wanted to deny it. She was constantly aware of how sensitive her body was, and one day she couldn't resist putting it to the test.
The first time she inserted her finger into her pussy was incredible. It was a kind of pleasure she had never felt before, and she needed more.
She slowly caressed the inside of her gradually moistening sex, eventually she even inserted a second finger, and began touching her clit with another.
It was the best experience she had had since becoming a girl, and she didn't stop after doing it once. Through it, she gradually opened up to her new body, but she still needed more.
Though she had once been an avid reader, she sold off almost all of her books, instead replacing hem with sex toys to fuel her new favourite pastime.
She couldn't get enough from just that though, but she had regained some inspiration and motivation, leading to her taking up a job as a sex worker, under her new name Kiara. For her, it was a great deal.
As she worked from home, she could list her sex toys as tax write-offs, and on top of that she came to love sex in many forms, and would usually take charge with her clients.
Now seven years after she first turned into a girl, Kiara never really reflected upon her time as a man. She would occasionally mention it to a customer when she thought it would turn them on, but aside from that it no longer had a lot of meaning to her.
On an unremarkable day, while getting dressed up in some simple skimpy clothes for her next customer, something unusual happened though. While adjusting her horned headband in front of the mirror, it suddenly turned seemingly transparent, showing room similar to hers on the other side.
On the other side of the mirror, she saw a girl, a brunette like her, who resembled her very closely on the surface.
The girl in the mirror was fully nude, and was about to start getting dressed. Kiara could tell at a glance that the girl was quite shy, and goes to stand closer to the mirror to get a better look at the adorable thing.
She took a good look at the girl and her features, the size of her breasts, the colour of her nipples, and the way she put on her white lingerie.
Notably, the way she seemed to try to avoid touching her breasts as much as she could while putting on her bra was similar to how Kiara did it when she had just become a girl, but Kiara didn't notice this similarity.
After putting on her white lingerie, the girl thinks for a bit, before putting on a veil and turning towards the mirror as well. The pair's eyes then meet. The girl slowly looks over Kiara's body, before carefully approaching her, looking a bit scared.
Kiara smiles slightly as she sees this, and shifts her body forwards slightly, letting her nipples push against the glass. The girl's attention seemed to be moving to the room behind Kiara though, so to get her attention back, Kiara leans forwards, causing the bells on her nipple rings to clang against the mirror's surface as she rubs her tits against it.
To Kiara's amusement it works, as the girl's eyes immediately shoot towards her tits. Blushing profusely, the girl quickly tears her eyes away from Kiara's boobs and back to her eyes.
For some reason, the girl on the other side raises her hand, and softly places it against the mirror. On a whim, Kiara does the same in response. A moment later though, the girl vanishes, and Kiara's reflection returns.
She keeps looking at herself for a few more seconds, but the vision of the other girl doesn't return. Kiara shrugs, and steps back. She has no idea who the girl she saw was, or what caused the two to briefly meet each other, but she doesn't really question it.
A few moments later there is a knock on the door though, signalling the arrival of today's client. Kiara turns away from the mirror, and excitedly walks towards the door to let him in, grabbing a dildo on the way.
Kiaran, a regular office worker, was on his way home from work one day. On the way, he came across a pair of men carrying a large mirror from a moving van to a nearby house.
He didn't think much of it, but just as he was walking past them, one of them slipped, causing the mirror to fall onto him.
He yelped in surprise as the mirror shattered, scattering shards around him. Yet somehow, he was unhurt luckily.
Something was off though. As he sighed in relief, his voice was oddly high. And when the movers apologised and asked him whether he was alright, they addressed her as "miss".
Kiaran was a bit confused, but confidently assured them that he was fine. However, just as he wanted to begin walking away he noticed a reflection in one of the larger shards of the mirror, in which he saw, that he had become a girl.
The transformation affected his, or rather her life severely. She practically lost everything, starting with her job, as her boss didn't believe she was who she said she was.
As she could hardly recognise herself in the mirror either, she couldn't entirely blame him. After that, she became isolated, unable to face her friends and family.
Luckily, she was able to find a job at a local café relatively quickly. She had started going by Kiara at this point, and didn't particularly like her job, especially due to how horribly shy she became after her transformation.
Talking to customers was tiring and uncomfortable, and she especially hated it when she seemed to draw extra attention from them due to her admittedly attractive body.
She also had one coworker who frequently tried to talk to her during their breaks. At first, she found talking to him as exhausting as talking to the customers. But over time that changed.
She began to enjoy her conversations with him, and eventually even started to initiate them herself. He became the first person whom she really opened up to after turning into a girl, and she eventually even told him she had once been a man.
Of course, he had some doubts at first, but Kiara found the courage to insist, and he decided to believe her.
Over the years their relation would grow romantic, and with his support, she would eventually even reconnect with her family and some of her old friends. By this point, the existence of magic was pretty well known, so they were able to convince most of them together.
And now, seven years after she had turned into a girl, her lover had finally asked Kiara to marry him.
A few days before her marriage, Kiara is in her room, trying on the wedding dress she had chosen together with her sister. It was a nice but relatively simple dress, which she could put on herself.
She slowly puts on the white lingerie she is planning to wear under it, and her thighhighs and long gloves. Before putting on the dress itself though, she gets an idea.
She puts her veil on, suspecting that it may be an interesting look for the night after the wedding, for which she was very excited despite it being far from their first time.
As she looks over at the mirror to see what it looks like though, she sees something completely unexpected.
It's herself, but... different. The Kiara in the mirror is wearing a black corset and stockings. On her head is a frilly headpiece with horns, and she has a choker on.
She even has a slutty tattoo above her pussy and a pair of nipple rings with little bells. More than that, her demeanour is much different from Kiara's.
As she shyly looks at and approaches her reflection, who looks back at her as if she is simply some piece of meat, and pushes her breasts against the glass slightly.
The room behind the girl also seemed a bit different. There were sex toys and underwear all over the place, and the bed was a mess. Her reflection seductively leans forwards though, further rubbing her boobs against the mirror, immediately drawing Kiara's eyes towards them.
She quickly looks up at her face, and realises something else about this reflection of hers. She doesn't seem to recognise Kiara as her reflection like she does.
Kiara raises her hand, and softly places it against the surface of the mirror, and on the other side, her reflection does the same. A moment later though, her reflection vanishes, or rather returns to normal.
She blinks slowly as she looks at herself, but the other reflection doesn't return. A faint hunch tells her that what she saw could have been her, but exactly how or why she saw it, she doesn't know.
Later that week she became happily married, and though the unusual event never repeated itself, she could never quite forget about the encounter beyond the mirror.
