Mirror Mirror - Part Three

Pausing for a moment I try to reiterate myself. "Stacy, I can't just stay here."

For a moment she freezes in thought, a hand raising to her chin before she yanks it away at the first feeling of my old stabby stubble. Taking a deep breath she wipes away some of the tears, before saying "Please help me first. If you teach me to be you I promise to find you a good body."

As her desperate begging and duress-laden offer hangs in the air there is a pregnant pause. My jaw drops as I simply stare at the young woman wearing my body like it was her own, the emotional wreck of a girl sniffling and wiping away a seemingly endless supply of tears as she makes me look downright pathetic.

"You...you can't be serious" I blurt out, pausing as I hear the strange reverb in my voice as it bounces around the illusory confines of the mirror. "You're going to steal my..."

"I don't have...have a...have a choooooice" whines Stacy as she begins to weep yet again, taking a few more tentative and stumbling steps to the foot of the bed before dropping onto it with a surprised yelp. She quickly brings her hands to her head, cradling it as she rests her elbows on her knees.

After another pause Stacy takes one large inhale, the sound of her snot-filled nose filling the room and causing me to wince.

"I didn't want to be some...old guy..." she mumbles dejectedly, slowly tilting her head up to look at me inside the mirror.

"Hey! I'm not that..." I snap back, folding my arms in frustration at her comment.

"Old? You are...I am older than I should be" Stacy snaps back, her voice filled with anger before trailing off into the defeated and saddened tones that I had grown used to. With a deep breath she wipes more tears from her face, whimpering as she brushes against her new stubble but fighting through the discomfort. "How old are..." Stacy says in a whisper, struggling with whether she wanted to know.

"I'm..." I respond, pausing with a huff as I go to rephrase my answer. "You're twenty-seven" I finally grumble out, the color draining from Stacy's face as she hears the answer.

"Oh god, that's so...I missed out on college, I'll have to do a full-time job, my life is...is..." she blurts out, quickly catastrophizing her situation as she descends into the sniveling mess at the foot of my bed.

"How old were..." I begin to ask, only to be cut off.

"Eighteen!" snaps Stacy, becoming openly aggressive for the first time since she stole my body. However, she quickly returns to her depressed whimpering as she continues. "I mean, I was when mo... Julie took my...my..." she explains, speaking her mother's name with disdain and clamming up as she relives the events that led her here. "She stole my nineteenth birthday last weeeeeeek" whines Stacy, moaning sorrowfully as she buries her new face into her hands once again.

"Fuck...how long were you in here?" I ask, starting to feel bad for the obviously distraught body thief.

"A...I dunno...a month? Maybe less?" explains Stacy, her breath having grown to a ragged mess.

I watch as she rocks a little in her seat, her eyelids drooping slightly as she lists from side to side. It suddenly hits me, she had my body now, a body that had just woken up from a pretty piss poor sleep. Before I can say anything more I watch as she curls up into the fetal position, clutching at the thick blankets of my bed like a giant plush toy or comforting partner.

With a sigh I bang my head against the barrier between us, a low rumbling echoing through the strange space I was stuck in.

"I'll help" I grumble, rolling my head back as I stare up at the ceiling and the looming mahogany frame. "I'll get you sorted...but you have to find me a good body. You promised" I call out, wanting for her to hear me as she appears to drift to sleep.

"Yeah..." she mewls sleepily, shivering slightly as she hears her new voice. "I'll find you...a great..."

As she falls asleep the world I begin to wonder what I should do to pass the time. Do I follow suit? Could I even fall asleep in here? What if I couldn't free myself from mirroring her if I followed along with her actions for now?

As I lose myself in thought I'm snapped out of it by the sight of the world shimmering at the edges of my vision. Twisting to look at the disturbance I watch as the walls reflected in my diminished enclosure begin to ripple and collapse, melting and falling into darkness as the disturbance moves further and further towards the center of the room.

If my heart could beat it'd be racing a mile a minute, my feet quickly back-peddling on the uneven ground as I approach the reflected center of my bedroom. I go to scream as the floor finally gives out, the reflection in the mirror meaning nothing if the only people around were sleeping.

The next thing I know I'm laying on my bed, curled up in the same position as Stacy had the night before. It takes a solid minute before I remember the sickening events of the night before, my mind racing as I realize I was trapped until this random girl was done with me in here.

For quite I while I find myself locked to her movements, patting at my slender masculine body and gagging on occasion as my fingers brush over the copious amount of hair littering my body.

Eventually I manage to pop myself free once more, yet again tumbling to the floor with much of an impact before jumping back to my feet. Shouting at Stacy thankfully snaps her from her groping stupor, the previously weeping woman now looking far more somber and deflated in my body.

"So...um..." she mutters, crossing her legs beneath her as she stares at me from the bed. "What do I...do now?"

"Do?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow before the obvious hits me. "Oh job, I am... was unemployed, before then I was a lecturer" I explain, placing a hand to my chin as I think about my responses.

"What!" shrieks Stacy, clutching her hands to her hairy chest in a frightened and dainty manner. "How am I meant to pay...like rent and for food and stuff?!" she cries, obviously unsure with how to be an adult properly.

"Well I had savings, enough to last for a few more months without finding work" I respond with a shrug, not to fussed with my financial situation before Stacy stole them out from under me. "And I've been making a bit of money on the side finding cool antiques...like...well..." I explain, tapping the mirror as the dull thud yet again echos through my room.

"So I...I don't have to work?" Stacy asks sheepishly, a slight smile breaking out across her lips.

"Not for a while, but you'll need to..." I begin to explain, pausing for a moment as my eyes narrow at her. "Have you have had a job before?"

"Me?! I mean, yes..." she mutters, shrinking away and curling into a ball as she tries to work through the rest of her answer. "Julie told me I needed to learn the value of a dollar. I'd been waitressing since I was, I dunno, fourteen and I wasn't allowed to spend any of it until...until...college" she whimpers, her voice full of venom when she uses her former mother's first name.

Rubbing my temples I try to work out how to respond, taking a deep, albeit ineffectual, breath before finally offering an olive branch as I try to make good on my side of the agreement.

"Well...I can give you my passwords and PIN for my bank accounts, it's your money now" I state, finishing with a defeated sigh as I resign myself to how things were.

Stacy quickly brightens up, a giddy grin spreading across her lips at the thought of finally being able to spend money without the shadow of her mother looming over her.

"Really?!" she squeals excitedly, inching closer to the edge of the bed and the mirror.

"Yeah..." I mutter back with another sigh, wincing at the thought of all those years of savings vanishing thanks to some nineteen-year-old stealing my body. "But you have to monitor your spending, you need to think about rent and food and..."

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The next few days drag on interminably, my days inside the mirror forcing me to endure every single second of from the moment Stacy wakes to the moment she falls asleep.

While I try my best to educate Stacy on my life, to assist her as quickly as I can so I can return to being a living breathing human rather than some cruel reflection, she has other ideas. While she had been exuberant in learning about how to spend her money, she had quickly returned to her saddened funk the moment she had to go get her laptop.

The remainder of the day she merely mopped around the apartment, dressed in a pair of lose sweatpants and a baggy hoodie in an effort to not only be comfortable but to also forget her body. I'm forced to watch as she shuffles in and other of the rooms of my tiny yet cozy apartment, dramatically sighing whenever she pauses to look into any of the spaces.

Thankfully, she goes silent after a few hours of her sullen moping as she disappears into the living room. For a while I'm left in relative silence, a faint sound of a video playing and the cars in the street outside the apartment being my only companion as I pace my cramped prison.

It isn't until I hear a slight whimpering moan from the living room that it all comes crashing down on me, the stutter gasps of my former voice barely reaching me down the hall. The faint grunts and mewling is slowly drowned out by the sound of male moans and dirty talk, the volume of whatever Stacy was watching increasing as she 'explores' her new massive cock.

I can't help but shudder and retch at the thought of what she was doing, the young woman not even lasting a single day before playing with herself while I was just a few rooms away.

Suddenly, the audio stops as a deafening pause fills the air. Stacy's new voice begins to fill the halls, desperately crying 'no' and 'stop' repeatedly and breathlessly before falling silent once again. After another terrible pause I hear her leap to her feet, the panicked footfalls racing towards me as she passes by the bedroom in search of the bathroom.

For a brief moment I catch the sight of my old body, it's face as red as a tomato and with its sweatpants down around its ankles. Stacy's new ten inch cock bobs and sways menacingly with each step, the head and shaft coated in a thick layer of sticky white cum. Her hands have suffered a similar fate, the opaque oozing web spreading between her fingers as she pleads an endless stream of apologies.

While not moping nearly as much Stacy fails to spend any less time playing with the new meaty toy between her legs over the next few days. Our lessons on being an adult, how to pay bills or planning a budget, are often broken up by breaks for her to 'explore' more.

With each of these little sessions I notice her tastes quickly changing. While when she had started I had only heard male voice from the videos she had tracked down, I soon began to hear more and more feminine voices in the mix. After only a day or two the only masculine noise coming from the living room was from Stacy, grunting and moaning and whimpering as she enjoyed my former cock.

Before long she started merely walking around the apartment in less and less clothes, claiming it was to grow more comfortable in her body. In less than a week we had started having our talks about her new past or qualification and the lessons on how to use all of my devices or access my accounts with her either in just underwear or in the nude.

It wasn't until the end of the first week that she finally left the apartment, going to the store to get some simple groceries as her first time outside the apartment as Jordan Hughes.

Being trapped in the mirror I find it difficult to keep track of time, relying simply on the light from the window to determine roughly when in the day it was. However, as the late afternoon light gives way to evening which gives way to night Stacy doesn't return.

I frantically pace around in the mirror, panicking as to what could have happened to my body and my only lifeline out of the mirror. Despite knowing I was freaking out I physically feel...nothing, no hammering heart or shortness of breath. I hated it, the half-life I was living. The thought of being trapped like this for a month like Stacy had filing me with dread.

It wasn't until the moon was high that Stacy returned home, and not alone. My eyes go wide as I watch her stumble into the poorly lit bedroom, her tongue shoved down the throat of a rather plain-looking curly-haired brunette as they paw at each other's bodies.

As Stacy pulls her shirt over her head the short brunette gives her a push, causing my former body to tumble back onto the bed. I'm forced to listen as a very drunk Stacy chuckles in response, wriggling her hips as the brunette fiddles equally drunkenly with Stacy's belt. As the belt comes undone and Stacy's jeans come down the brunette gasps, her eyes going wide at the sight of the monster Stacy had in her pants. Joking that 'see, I wasn't lying' Stacy slides her boxers down, letting her thick cock spring forth and lightly smack the brunette's face as both begin to laugh.

I'm forced to watch as the brunette eagerly wraps her lips around Stacy's cock, the formerly young woman clutching at the back of the brunette's head as she attempts to guide the overwhelming dick deeper into the poor woman's mouth. However, Stacy soon learns the difficulty of having such a massive member as she watches the eager brunette gag and splutters before she can even get halfway down.

In a lust-induced frenzy Stacy quickly pulls the woman off before whispering in her ear, the brunette grinning as she fishes around in her purse for a brand new box of condoms. Before long Stacy is plowing the brunette doggy style, the brunette's eyes rolling back as she stares at me in the mirror yet fails to even notice my shocked expression. As Stacy soon notices me staring at her, my jaw agape and hands pressed against the barrier of the mirror I watch her grimace, a meek expression creeping across her face as she look down as the rippling behind her hips were crashing into

Thankfully, the event doesn't last long. In a matter of minutes Stacy shudders, burying herself deep into the woman as she unloads into the condom much to the brunette's frustration. As Stacy pants heavily, collapsing back in the bed in bliss the brunette asks her if that was it. With a simply gleeful nod from Stacy the brunette leaves in a huff, calling Stacy a piece of shit as she leaves.

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The next morning I'm awoken to a loud pained groaning, my hands flying to my head and clutching my temples. Struggling harder than I ever had before I quickly break from my mirrored state, lurching up in bed as I glare at the painfully hungover figure rousing beneath the sheets.

"Ouwie...my head..." whines Stacy, her girly mannerisms coming through far more as she finds herself in discomfort and pain. "Is this a hangover? Why would people do this?..."

"It's a lot easier when you're younger, old man" I grumble, shuffling to the edge of my fake mirror-verse bed.

"How do I make it stoooooop" Stacy groans, sitting up and swaying slightly as she tries to keep the world from spinning.

"Water and food, two things you should have had last night and one of which was the reason you left" I reply snarkily, folding my arms disapprovingly as I watch her shuffle around and swing her long hairy legs over the edge of the bed. "What the fuck was that? One week and..."

"I saw a bar" Stacy mumbles meekly, struggling to her feet as the cum bloated condom tumbled to the floor. "I was never allowed to, you know, drink at home. I never got..." she explains, pausing as her hand flying to he mouth as she fights back the urge to vomit. "Got to...to go to parties."

"So...what? You made up for it all at once? Who the hell was that woman? I've never seen her before" I ask, bombarding the poor girl with questions.

"I...I dunno..." she replies, growing meeker and more embarrassed by the second. "I just wanted to try a beer...then scotch...and some wine..." she mutters, quickly realizing just where she went wrong. "And I dunno, she was just...there. We got talking and stuff and...this thing has a mind of it's own and... and...I told her how big it was and how she was pretty and...and she said I was handsome and cute...and..." she blurts out, her face growing redder and redder by the second as her cock twitches awake itself.

"...I'm going to be sick"

After waiting for a few hours, letting Stacy purge before filling up with some food and water before having a nap, I watch as the sheepish young woman shuffles back into her new bedroom.

"Are you...mad?" she asks, ducking her head and slouching her shoulders in anticipation of being berated by an authority figure. Watching her practically preemptively flinch I take a deep empty breath, jumping to my feet as I approach the edge of the mirror.

"No, Stacy... you're an adult" I mutter, trying my best to not let it show just how upset I was with having to watch last night's activities. "You can live my life however you want...but I need to go. I can't just...watch you live my life, walk around in my body, and fuck..." I state, pausing as I reach the last bit and notice how much of a sore spot last night was.

"I...but...but..." Stacy whimpers, dropping to sit at the foot of the bed as she shuffles nervously. "What am I going to..."

"Whatever you want" I say, trying to give her a reassuring smile. "You know all my accounts, you have enough money to get by, no parents to tell you what to do. Last night showed you want to do more...but I don't want to be captive to it."

It feels like the air drains from the room for a moment, the silence only being punctuated by the creaking of the bed beneath the nervously shuffling Stacy. However, after a minute or so her face changes from one of worry to one more quizzical and thoughtful. Her eyes dart around a little as she tries to think of...something.

Deciding to break the silence I finally speak up. "Stacy, I'm sure you'll..."

"You want to leave?... Oh, they're a good choice" Stacy chimes in, her mood brightening as she hops to her feet. She quickly bounds over to me, pausing for a moment as she sizes up the mirror for a moment. "Um...how did you get this in here?" she asks, not having listened to what I had been saying.

"What? Oh, I carried it up in a blanket" I respond reflexively, freezing up immediately afterward as I watch her rush to the closet. "Why are you asking?..."

Without a response Stacy riffles through the various sets of linen, eventually falling on the same thick ragged blanket I had used to bring the mirror into my home. As she shakes out the blanket I begin to stagger backward, fear gripping me as she slowly approaches.

"Seriously Stacy, what are you..."

"I'm doing my end of the deal" she chirps, a smirk crossing her lips. "I've got just the body in mind, and then I'll have the apartment to myself. Win win, right?" she continues, growing more excited as she vaguely describes her plan.

"Wait!" I shout, the shadow of the blanket quickly moving over the mirror. "Who are you talking about, let's talk about..."

From the moment the blanket hits the pane of glass I'm left in darkness. Despite this state I'm vaguely able to make out what's happening around me in the complete and utter blindness I am experiencing. Grunts and groans become my world for quite a while, the sound of my former voice struggling with the mirror along with the occasional curse word reaching me as Stacy takes me to the car.

From there I feel my world shake and rattle, each turn and speed bump threatening my very existence. Eventually, I feel the wild and nauseating carnival ride come to a stop, the sound of a very tired and grumbly Stacy quickly returning as I'm dragged and carried...somewhere.

Soon I come to a stop, a series of thuds rocking the pane of the mirror as I hear Stacy call out. "See you later Jordan, you know where to find me" she chirps excitedly, the sound of her footfalls racing away as she leaves me to my own devices.

After a few hours in my worried and blind state I finally hear something beyond cars passing by and the rustling of trees, muffled voices moving around me as though inspecting and discussing this strange object in hushed tones.

Suddenly, I feel myself moving again as I'm dragged and pulled along behind some mysterious stranger.

As the sickening motions come to an end I watch as the protective blanket is removed. For a moment I'm blinded, the drastic shift in light that floods my new room making it impossible to see. I feel the room populate itself around me, the empty space I had been floating in turning into something new.

After a few moments I manage to come to my senses, my gaze landing on a...