- It's all just some kind of madness, it just can't be ... Fucking mirror! Just take me back! ... please!<br />I have repeated this several times already during these terrible couple of minutes, which seemed to me to be a part of it, but nothing changed and in the reflection I still saw this Middle Eastern woman.<br />- what else is there for the noise? Damn, there is someone coming ...<br />...<br />I never believed in magic and other nonsense until today, when I ended up here and stuck as a woman from the Middle East. It seems incredible, but until the age of 24 I had the life of an ordinary average guy. I had a job, a place to live and a girlfriend. This freaking mirror that was hidden in one of the old abandoned houses changed everything. My girlfriend and I have always loved different abandoned places and often explored them and this house was no exception.<br />I remember everything as if it were yesterday. I found this mirror in one of the closed rooms, it was covered with a cloth and when I took it off, of course I saw my own reflection. I wanted to call my girlfriend, but I was attracted by this mirror. It seemed to be talking to me, although it seems to be nonsense. I came closer and saw that the reflection in the mirror was changing. Instead of me, a Middle Eastern woman in a headscarf and dressing gown stood in the mirror. She seemed not to notice me and began to undress. At that moment, I was afraid to call the girl and just looked at this performance as if spellbound. When she took off her robe and handkerchief, I saw her amazing figure in beautiful dark underwear. I don't know why I did it, but I touched the mirror and suddenly everything changed.<br />I no longer stood in the dark room of an old abandoned house, I stood in a bright room and saw the girl in the reflection also touch the mirror with her hand. I immediately removed my hand and she did the same. Her face showed that she was embarrassed and frightened. I wanted to tell her something, but I noticed that she was looking at me the same way I was looking at her. It was at this moment that I felt the pressure on my shoulders from the bra straps and the weight of the female breast, which was in bras and was now part of my body. I looked down and saw that it wasn't just a sensation - it was real. I saw two women's breasts and a split between them and immediately grabbed them with my hands. The breasts were tender and soft, but the worst thing I felt and it was part of my new body.<br /> At that moment I still did not know that when I spoke, I spoke in Arabic and saw how in the reflection the girl repeated all the actions after me. I didn't want to believe what happened and that the girl in the reflection is me<br /><br /><span><span>If you like my stories and want to see others or sequels, then you can support me (</span></span><span><span>also there you can find more stories</span></span><span>&nbsp;)</span><span><span>:</span></span><span>&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a></span>