Posted Thu Feb 25, 2016 | 206 Words | Tagged story

“Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?”

The mirror had had it with these people. He’d been trapped in the mirror for centuries. Just because he happened to be able to show a face and talk didn’t mean he was some kind of beauty expert. He had no idea about fashion or whatever but to keep people happy he just always told them whatever they wanted to hear.

That was until he snapped. 300 years of being a mirror and he got fed up of not seeing any guys. Even being just a mirror frustrated him. Also the lady with him right now was just being rude. 300 years allowed him to pick up a trick or two though.

Slowly her mind got foggier through the days, she started to dress differently, and well in less clothes. The only noticeable thing was when her voice dropped into a deep masculine tone. Then he noticed that his breasts had melted away entirely and he had his dick.

It felt just right though, and showing off in the mirror was cool. Damn he knew he had a sexy bod and could get any guy he wanted. Of course this pleased the mirror too.