The girl in the mirror

I recently acquired this very large mirror, and by acquired I mean for some reason the damn thing showed up at my house. The only thing on the label was my name and address. There was no card, return address, or anything saying where it came from.

It was a decent-looking mirror, so I decided to keep it and place it in my bedroom, but that's when I noticed a problem. As soon as it was upright, it stopped reflecting anything, instead it just showed some sort of void.

I’d never seen such a thing, but it was clearly not functional, it was heavy and hard to get into place, so I figured I might as well leave it for now. I changed into my gym clothes and left for the gym.

I returned a couple of hours later and threw my gym back on the floor. I was about to go hop in the shower, but I decided to check out the mirror again. It was so enthralling, I even felt like there was something in it.

After a few minutes of staring into it, a girl appeared. It was very clear that this wasn’t my reflection, as I’m much bigger and buffer than her, but she did look a lot like me, she could be mistaken for my sister.

We were also basically wearing the same thing. A tank top and gym shorts, although my tank top is black and hers is pink, and her shorts are much higher and tighter than mine. I start to move around in the mirror and I’m surprised when she does the exact same thing.

I end up turning and showing my butt, and in turn, seeing hers. I flex my arms and can tell she’s nowhere as strong as I am. I grab the bottom of my tanktop and start to lift it up slowly eventually taking it off.

That’s when I noticed she hadn’t taken hers off, instead, she stopped just before her chest. She looked embarrassed and I was just surprised. We just happened to be doing the same thing, but she can move separately from me.

Does that mean she's somehow real? I walk up to the mirror and knock on it, That seems to startle her, but I think that's when she realizes as well that I’m just as real as here. She ended up knocking back.

I then started to talk to her, but she didn’t respond. So I pointed at my mouth and then my ears, trying to ask her if she could hear me. She seemed to understand but nodded her head no. That means sound doesn’t travel, well other than knocking.

I looked around my room for something I could use. I ran over to my backpack grabbed a notebook and some pencils and ran back over to the mirror where the girl was still waiting for me.

I wrote on the first page asking her if she could read this. I then put it up in the mirror. The girl seemed happy and nodded her head, then she ran off. I couldn’t see anything, but after a minute she returned with a pen and paper.

After a few minutes, we were having a full-blown conversation. It turns out we are the same person, we just form different universes. In her universe, she was born female, and in mine, I was born male, which I guess is obvious.

For the most part, we’ve had fairly similar lives. The only real difference in our lives is our friends are entirely different, our partners are different, we’re both straight so I guess that makes sense, and several of our hobbies are different.

I asked her about the mirror, and again like me she had no idea where it came from. It was strange but also fun to be able to meet an alternate version of myself. After a couple of hours of chatting, I said goodnight to her and went to bed.

Over the next couple of months, we chatted every day, we’ve pretty much become best friends, It's hard not to get along with someone who gets you so well. It was honestly really nice having such a close friend I could tell anything.

One day I got home from the gym and noticed she wasn’t in the mirror so I figured she was out. So not thinking very much, I got undressed and headed into the shower, I didn’t bother to come out in a towel.

That's when I saw her standing there, staring and turning bright red. Embarrassed I quickly grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around myself. I grabbed my notebook and apologized to her, but she didn’t say anything back.

Instead, she starts taking off her clothes and stands in the mirror naked. She points at her waist and does a pulling-down motion. I guess she wanted me to remove my blanket and be naked like her.

I did it, as weird and embarrassing as it was. I suppose it was technically ourselves, and it wasn’t really a sexual thing. It was more like exploring and thinking about how crazy it was that a different version of ourselves excited as the opposite sex.

She placed her hand on the mirror, and I decided to place my hand up on top of hers. Suddenly the mirror didn’t feel solid anymore and I ended up getting sucked into it. Everything was dark for a minute until I came flying out of the mirror.

I landed on my back on the floor. I sat up and looked at the mirror and my heart dropped. Instead of the female version of me looking back, it was me who was staring back at me in the mirror.

I looked down at my naked body and realized I had somehow swapped with her. I was now so much smaller, with a very small pair of breasts, and had a vagina now instead of a penis. I stood up and ran to the mirror.

There I saw the other version of me flexing my arms and being quite impressed that she was now a much taller and buffer man. I knocked on the mirror to get her attention, and she looked at me to see that I was panicked.

She shrugged and placed my hand back on the mirror. I then lifted her hand and placed it on top, but nothing happened this time. We both begin to panic, writing to each other with the note books, and trying several times to change back.

After a couple of hours, nothing happened, and it seemed we were stuck like this. I was forced to get dressed in her clothes. Sliding the panties up was humiliating and emasculating, but at least her boobs weren't big enough to need a bra.

I got her shorts on and her pink tank top that she wore when we met. I go and sit down by the mirror and start talking to her about what we're supposed to do. We agreed to keep looking for a way to swap back, but in the meantime, we needed to pretend to be the other person.

For the most part that is pretty easy as we have the same personality. We ended up spending the night teaching the other all the little details about ourselves to make blending in easier, and by morning we had it so perfect no one would know we swapped.

I was about to get up and go to bed, but she seemed to have one last thing to say to me. She told me that today was her one-year anniversary with her boyfriend, and she kind of promised him a special night.

I looked at her and wrote back what she had planned. To which she emphasized special night. That's when I realized what she meant. I told her there was no way I was going to sleep with her boyfriend.

She told me that I had to or he’d know something was up, then giggled as she said I should try it, she said it was amazing. Then she said she planned to take this opportunity to try out my dick, so I might as well try out her pussy.

Before I could ask her if she was serious, she was calling my girlfriend. I have no idea what she said to her, but she seemed happy. She grabbed my blanket and walked up to the mirror. She waved at me and covered the mirror.

I’m starting to think we’re not that similar, she’s definitely crazier and more adventurous than me. I can’t believe she’s enjoying being in my body, and she’s going to fuck my girlfriend, all while leaving me to get fucked by her boyfriend.

Maybe she’s on to something. I suppose I’m still me, just a female version, and I’ll probably never get another chance to be a woman again. I might as well try it out, but I don’t think I’ll enjoy it, and I definitely won't enjoy letting her boyfriend have his way with me.I recently acquired this very large mirror, and by acquired I mean for some reason the damn thing showed up at my house. The only thing on the label was my name and address. There was no card, return address, or anything saying where it came from.

It was a decent-looking mirror, so I decided to keep it and place it in my bedroom, but that's when I noticed a problem. As soon as it was upright, it stopped reflecting anything, instead it just showed some sort of void.

I’d never seen such a thing, but it was clearly not functional, it was heavy and hard to get into place, so I figured I might as well leave it for now. I changed into my gym clothes and left for the gym.

I returned a couple of hours later and threw my gym back on the floor. I was about to go hop in the shower, but I decided to check out the mirror again. It was so enthralling, I even felt like there was something in it.

After a few minutes of staring into it, a girl appeared. It was very clear that this wasn’t my reflection, as I’m much bigger and buffer than her, but she did look a lot like me, she could be mistaken for my sister.

We were also basically wearing the same thing. A tank top and gym shorts, although my tank top is black and hers is pink, and her shorts are much higher and tighter than mine. I start to move around in the mirror and I’m surprised when she does the exact same thing.

I end up turning and showing my butt, and in turn, seeing hers. I flex my arms and can tell she’s nowhere as strong as I am. I grab the bottom of my tanktop and start to lift it up slowly eventually taking it off.

That’s when I noticed she hadn’t taken hers off, instead, she stopped just before her chest. She looked embarrassed and I was just surprised. We just happened to be doing the same thing, but she can move separately from me.

Does that mean she's somehow real? I walk up to the mirror and knock on it, That seems to startle her, but I think that's when she realizes as well that I’m just as real as here. She ended up knocking back.

I then started to talk to her, but she didn’t respond. So I pointed at my mouth and then my ears, trying to ask her if she could hear me. She seemed to understand but nodded her head no. That means sound doesn’t travel, well other than knocking.

I looked around my room for something I could use. I ran over to my backpack grabbed a notebook and some pencils and ran back over to the mirror where the girl was still waiting for me.

I wrote on the first page asking her if she could read this. I then put it up in the mirror. The girl seemed happy and nodded her head, then she ran off. I couldn’t see anything, but after a minute she returned with a pen and paper.

After a few minutes, we were having a full-blown conversation. It turns out we are the same person, we just form different universes. In her universe, she was born female, and in mine, I was born male, which I guess is obvious.

For the most part, we’ve had fairly similar lives. The only real difference in our lives is our friends are entirely different, our partners are different, we’re both straight so I guess that makes sense, and several of our hobbies are different.

I asked her about the mirror, and again like me she had no idea where it came from. It was strange but also fun to be able to meet an alternate version of myself. After a couple of hours of chatting, I said goodnight to her and went to bed.

Over the next couple of months, we chatted every day, we’ve pretty much become best friends, It's hard not to get along with someone who gets you so well. It was honestly really nice having such a close friend I could tell anything.

One day I got home from the gym and noticed she wasn’t in the mirror so I figured she was out. So not thinking very much, I got undressed and headed into the shower, I didn’t bother to come out in a towel.

That's when I saw her standing there, staring and turning bright red. Embarrassed I quickly grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around myself. I grabbed my notebook and apologized to her, but she didn’t say anything back.

Instead, she starts taking off her clothes and stands in the mirror naked. She points at her waist and does a pulling-down motion. I guess she wanted me to remove my blanket and be naked like her.

I did it, as weird and embarrassing as it was. I suppose it was technically ourselves, and it wasn’t really a sexual thing. It was more like exploring and thinking about how crazy it was that a different version of ourselves excited as the opposite sex.

She placed her hand on the mirror, and I decided to place my hand up on top of hers. Suddenly the mirror didn’t feel solid anymore and I ended up getting sucked into it. Everything was dark for a minute until I came flying out of the mirror.

I landed on my back on the floor. I sat up and looked at the mirror and my heart dropped. Instead of the female version of me looking back, it was me who was staring back at me in the mirror.

I looked down at my naked body and realized I had somehow swapped with her. I was now so much smaller, with a very small pair of breasts, and had a vagina now instead of a penis. I stood up and ran to the mirror.

There I saw the other version of me flexing my arms and being quite impressed that she was now a much taller and buffer man. I knocked on the mirror to get her attention, and she looked at me to see that I was panicked.

She shrugged and placed my hand back on the mirror. I then lifted her hand and placed it on top, but nothing happened this time. We both begin to panic, writing to each other with the note books, and trying several times to change back.

After a couple of hours, nothing happened, and it seemed we were stuck like this. I was forced to get dressed in her clothes. Sliding the panties up was humiliating and emasculating, but at least her boobs weren't big enough to need a bra.

I got her shorts on and her pink tank top that she wore when we met. I go and sit down by the mirror and start talking to her about what we're supposed to do. We agreed to keep looking for a way to swap back, but in the meantime, we needed to pretend to be the other person.

For the most part that is pretty easy as we have the same personality. We ended up spending the night teaching the other all the little details about ourselves to make blending in easier, and by morning we had it so perfect no one would know we swapped.

I was about to get up and go to bed, but she seemed to have one last thing to say to me. She told me that today was her one-year anniversary with her boyfriend, and she kind of promised him a special night.

I looked at her and wrote back what she had planned. To which she emphasized special night. That's when I realized what she meant. I told her there was no way I was going to sleep with her boyfriend.

She told me that I had to or he’d know something was up, then giggled as she said I should try it, she said it was amazing. Then she said she planned to take this opportunity to try out my dick, so I might as well try out her pussy.

Before I could ask her if she was serious, she was calling my girlfriend. I have no idea what she said to her, but she seemed happy. She grabbed my blanket and walked up to the mirror. She waved at me and covered the mirror.

I’m starting to think we’re not that similar, she’s definitely crazier and more adventurous than me. I can’t believe she’s enjoying being in my body, and she’s going to fuck my girlfriend, all while leaving me to get fucked by her boyfriend.

Maybe she’s on to something. I suppose I’m still me, just a female version, and I’ll probably never get another chance to be a woman again. I might as well try it out, but I don’t think I’ll enjoy it, and I definitely won't enjoy letting her boyfriend have his way with me.