My heart skips a beat as I stare above me, my vision of the ceiling being obstructed by the faint translucent figure of a petite, short, and flat-chested young woman who can barely look at me without blushing.
The ghostly apparition floating over me couldn't be over the age of twenty, more likely being around nineteen or eighteen. Long light brown hair floats around her as if she were suspended in water, the long locks easily reaching down to around her elbows.
Her skin appears ghostly pale, though that may merely be from being actually ghostly herself, and is relatively without any blemishes. A faint nervous smile is spread across her thin lips, cute little dimples forming in the corners of her mouth as her soft rounded cheek grow redder by the second. Her nose is, much like the rest of her, relatively small and cute which puts it in line with the rest of her features. Freckles heavily dot her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, with a few even appearing on her surprisingly high forehead.
She is clothed in a set of baggy and slightly too large pajamas, the sort of set she may have received in expectation of a growth spurt that never came. The navy blue cotton is covered in images of hot-air balloons and cartoon trees and a colorful alternating pattern. Her petite hands and feet barely poke out of the ends, her arms and legs being so slender as to leave little to no impression from her pajamas, leaving me with e impression that she couldn't be more than 5'2".
Her chest makes no appearance through her top whatsoever, her flattened bust doing little to shift the loose and billowing fabric as she leans down over me. Her hips however jut out a little more, a soft pert behind being bearly visible through the loose pants she is wearing.
I open my mouth to speak, the sight of what for all intents and purposes looks like a ghost leaving me speechless for a minute as I shuffle in my bed. Like most nights I had gone to sleep in just my boxers and nothing else, leaving me practically naked as I wriggle free from the thin blanket that had been covering me.
As I reveal more of myself the ghost appears to get only more and more nervous, her deep blue eyes darting between my bare chest and the nearby wall before locking onto the large bulge in my boxers. Her lips quiver slightly at the sight, her face getting so red that it looks like she might explode.
"Sorry..." she whimpers softly, her squeaky meek voice reverberating and echoing ominously through the room.
Unable to take the sight anymore I begin to let out a loud scream. With her eyes going wide at my response the ghostly figure dives towards me, her hand flying into my mouth as I'm suddenly silenced.
"Sorry sorry sorry sorry..." the young woman pleads as her other hand grips the side of my head with its icy touch.
From the second she shoved her hand into my mouth I'd found myself growing numb, the frigid nature of her touch merely adding to something more sinister at work. I watch in the mirror at the far side of the room as she slides her hand further and further into my throat, her arm sinking in past my teeth as I feel my neck bulge to accommodate her girth.
Her other hand sinks slowly into my head, seeping in through my temple and brushing against my skull as she slowly begins to paw around inside of me. I try to move, to call out for help, but as I try to shift I feel her grip something deep and primal inside of me as I'm held in place.
"Please just...please stay still" she whimpers, obviously struggling with what she was doing as her shoulder reaches my lips.
Suddenly, I feel her hand wrap around something deep in my core. As her fingers embrace this unknown and unseen entity inside of me my eyes begin to glaze over, her own going wide in recognition of what she had found. With a loud groan she firms up her weak girlish grip on what she had found, bracing herself against my head as she tugs and pulls her arm ever so slowly out of my gaping maw.
The world twists and turns around me, the warmth of my bed quickly leaving me as I soon find myself moving and my mind swimming from the shift in perspective. I'm barely able to make out what is happening through the mirror, the sight of the tiny young woman dragging another translucent figure out from my mouth only registering several seconds after the fact as my terrified translucent face looks back at me. Inch by inch she slowly dredges me up from my warm and empty body, her hand being buried somewhere inside the chest of my see-through new form.
With one last heave she pulls me free completely, the world around me spinning as I'm left to float with no way to control my movement. Try as I might I can't seem to get any form of purchase with my hands or feet, my own ghostly body simply not responding to any of my commands.
The young woman merely looks up at my drifting body with a concerned and empathetic expression. Slowly reaching out she grabs a hold of my leg, halting my spinning as she pulls me back to the foot of my bed. As I'm pulled away I begin to notice a subtle blue trail leading off from both of our bodies, mine leading to my own now catatonic body while hers leads off and away towards my new mirror.
"Who..." I begin to ask before freezing up, the sound of my echoing voice putting off my train of thought.
"Sorry, I'm so so sorry" mutters the young woman as she releases me, leaving me floating by the mirror as she floats over towards my body. "I just...I need to..." continues to whimper, the anxiety in her voice building to a fever pitch as she pauses to gawk at the ten-inch cock resting beneath the thin layer of black cotton.
"What is..." I begin to cry out, my words dying in my throat as I watch the young woman position herself over my head as she tilts it back. Slowly and carefully she begins to lower in one of her feet, my former mouth and throat filling with a faint glow as she eases her way down.
As her leg slides in with what appears to be little resistance I watch as my old leg begins to quiver and shake as if it were undergoing the worst cramps imaginable. The young woman yelps in surprise as my left leg dances across the surface of the bed, her surprise giving way to joy as she watches the toes wiggle at her command.
"I can feel it" she coos in excitement, shifting her hips as she eagerly slides her right leg in alongside the left. Wriggling her hips a little she struggles to slide her other leg inside, my former throat bulging unnaturally as the glow within grows brighter and brighter.
"It's been so long since..." she whispers, tears practically in her eyes as my body's right leg begins to convulse before settling into cute little excited wiggles. Her lip quivers as her pert behind slides past my lips, her lower body sinking inside of my former mouth.
As my former lips reach her waist she freezes up, her blushing reaching its apex as the bulge in the boxers begins to twitch and strain at the fabric. My former legs quickly close together, a sign that they were under her control completely by this point. Her eyes lock onto the offending object with a mixture of terror and delight, her own mouth opening slightly in awe as a small wet spot of pre-cum begins to form.
"St...Stop!" I cry out, trying and failing to move an inch from my position by the mirror. I watch as the faint trail from her to the mirror begins to wane, the subtle connection between her ghostly form to the object fading the further she pulls herself within my body.
"I...I can't" she whimpers back, looking away from me as she shimmies herself further inside. "I...I don't want to do...this...but...but..." she stammers, leaning over as she shoves her hand inside along with her waist.
"Then...then stop!" I shout, causing the young woman to flinch at the volume and anger in my voice. "Just put me back and..."
"No!" she cries, shoving her other hand inside as she wriggles down. I watch as my arms begin to shake violently as she wrestles control over them, my big masculine hands clenching and my arms flexing as she gets used to them. "I...I can't stay in the mirror...not for...for..." she mutters for a moment before being pulled downwards violently, her scream of shock sounding utterly genuine as her head disappears into my former mouth.
I watch as the faint trail connecting me to my body and her to the mirror suddenly break. The trail from me towards my body simply snaps off from my chest as it whips across the room and back inside of my old mouth, while the other one races towards me violently. I don't even have a moment to react as the binding trail to the mirror slams into my chest, forcing me backward.
As I come back to my sense I find myself laying back, or at least I think I am. I can't feel a thing, no warmth or sensation reaching my skin at all. There is only darkness and the subtle muffled sounds of the city street beyond my apartment.
Suddenly, the darkness is lifted as my eyes flutter open against my will. My vision lurches upwards as I'm forced to sit up with a frenzied start. If I had a heart in my chest it would have skipped a beat, my blood would have run cold if it were still my own. Looking ahead I see my old bedroom, my body shifting on the large bed as I mirror its movement exactly. The world ahead of me however is framed in an all-too-familiar mahogany, the mirror having been placed slightly inside of the thick wooden frame.
For a moment I watch as my body paws at itself, my former hands running over my flat chest and down towards the thick bulge in my boxers with a certain anxious energy. Before it can reach into the boxers or brush against the outside we lock eyes, my body blushing intensely as it looks away and forces me to follow suit.
Filled with a mixture of terror and fury I try to move of my own volition. It is like moving through molasses at first, each inch taking a considerable amount of effort. However, after a few moments, I feel something relent as I tumble off the side of my bed. In a desperate haze I race towards my doppelganger, only to make a painless yet solid impact with some unseen force. With both hands I hammer at the invisible barrier, dull drumming filling the room with each furious slam.
My doppelganger shrinks away in shock, tears filling its eyes as it watches me hit whatever was keeping us apart. It quickly curls into a ball, hugging my long hairy legs to its chest as it shivers in the cool night air.
"Gross...gross, gross...so hairy..." the young woman inside my body mutters, her hands running over my former shins as she takes in her new body. "And my...oh my voice is so...so..."
"Not yours!" I shout, snapping her attention back to me. "Get the hell...what did you do to me?!" I fume, straining against the unseen force holding me back. With a deep breath the young woman tries to calm down, obviously not unused to being screamed at. With her shoulders slumped she shuffles to the edge of the bed slowly standing up in her new body for the first time.
As she pulls herself to her feet she lets out a little squeal, her eyes bulging as she looks down at the distant floor beneath her. She wobbles back and forth on my long legs, holding her arms at her side and her hands out as she tries to maintain her balance. Eventually though she gives up, placing a hand on the wall as she uses it for support.
"I can't...I can't believe I'm a...a..." she whimpers, her new voice shaking and on the verge of tears as she stumbles her way towards the mirror and me trapped within.
"A man?" I call out derisively, the corner of my mouth twitching slightly in anger. "Then why did you..."
"I didn't have a choice!" she snaps back, cutting me off. Almost as soon as the words leave her mouth it falls agape, her free hand flying up to cover it in shock. "Sorry, sorry I didn't mean to yell. Please don't be mad...I...I really didn't mean to...I..." she stammers reflexively, trying to make up for the sudden outburst.
Realizing that this was going nowhere I take a deep breath, though nothing really comes of it in the void of an existence I had found myself in. Trying my best to calm myself I try to keep my voice low and in check. "It's alright, calm down. Just...who are you? Why are you..." I ask, gesturing at her inside of my body.
Sniffling hard and struggling to hold back tears after being yelled at and yelling back in return the young woman slowly tries to right herself. "I'm...Stacy...Stacy Cosgrove..." she whimpers between shaky breaths, obviously on the verge of crying her eyes out.
"Okay Stacy, it's nice to meet you" I coo softly, trying to keep her from devolving into a blubbering mess. "I'm Jordan, and that's my body you're..."
"I know, I'm sorry...I just...just..." she whimpers, looking down at herself again. For a moment it looks like she's overcome with vertigo, however, only a few second later her hand begins to reach down to the still very prominent bulge at her new crotch. A short whine escapes her lips as she pokes at the sensitive organ, her hand darting away as it twitches pleasurably. "I never even got to...to..." she mutters, losing her train of thought as she fixates on her new cock.
"Stacy, focus" I call out, gesturing for her to make eye contact with me. "How do we..."
"Swap back? We...we...we...can't" she stammers, the sniffling building to a fever pitch as finishes her sentence. As if to test something she reaches out, touching the mirror as her hand fills a large part of my vision. Her face droops as she finds what amounts to a normal mirror at her fingertips, whatever she was looking for not being there.
"What do you mean we can't...how do you know that?" I ask, pausing to prevent myself from raising my voice once again.
"She told me" Stacy replies meekly, her hand returning to her side as she makes my body look like a scared schoolgirl rather than the man in his late twenties she appeared to be.
"Who did?" I ask, growing tired of the run-around I was getting.
"My...my..." Stacy whines, the tears beginning to flow as she tries to finish her sentence. "My mom, she...she...she just took my...and told me...no way back and...then she...and nana...donated the...the mirror...and..." she tries to explain as much of her long drawn out sentence is lost in the blubbering and weeping.
I'm left in shock as I try to piece together her story, the pit of my now non-existent stomach sinking as she alludes to her own mother snatching her former body from her and leaving Stacy trapped in the mirror.
Swallowing hard I try to get us back on track, the lack of sensation inside of the mirror already gnawing at my mind.
"Stacy...I can't just stay in here" I say with a hiss, realizing what I needed to do to get out of the mirror if what she had told me was true. "If you help me get out...maybe we can find a way to fix all this."
With tears still running down her stolen and stubble-coated face, Stacy looks up at me before shaking her head a little. "She...she said that this is permanent...that nana told her when she...she..." Stacy weeps, struggling to talk through the wave of emotions these memories were bringing up.
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...
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