The Perfect Mirror

Alice placed the mirror on her wall, shifting it into place. She stared at her reflection for a moment, pushing a few strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes. She was fairly attractive, C cup, nice curves, pretty face… unfortunately, that was how most people saw her as. Alice was one of the smartest people in her class, but people saw her as the popular cheerleader, the most attractive girl, etc. instead. Alice didn't see herself that way; in fact, she hated seeing herself that way. Okay, yeah, she was pretty, but she was so much more than that!

"I wish I could know what it would be like to be known as more than just a pretty face…" Alice whispered, her hand brushing the mirror as she did. A tingly sensation ran up her arm, and she stepped back, startled.

The reflection in the mirror had changed.


Alan was tired.

There weren't any problems in his life, he got good grades, he did well. The only problem was, well, everything. Everything was exactly the same, nothing was different. Day in, day out, he did exactly the same thing over and over again. And Alan was tired of it.

Setting up his new mirror, Alan sighed. He didn't have a steady girlfriend, but that wasn't totally his fault. Sure, he needed to spend less time playing video games, it would certainly give himself some time to find a girl.

"I wish I could find something… different, something exciting!" Alan said out loud. His hand brushed the mirror, and a strange sensation ran up his arm. Alan stepped back, startled.

The reflection in the mirror had changed.


Alice stepped back, the boy in the mirror doing the same. In unison, they exclaimed, "What the hell!" as they examined the person in the mirror. Alice jumped back as the reflection asked, "Is this for real?"

"Oh my god," Alice said, moving closer to the mirror. The boy seemed just as startled as she was. "You're not a reflection, are you?" She asked curiously.

"Definitely not," Alan replied. "Wait… how do I know you're not the reflection?"

"I don't think either of us are actually reflections," Alice said. "I think… I don't know. What's your name?"

"Alan," He replied.

"I'm Alice," She told him. "You know… my parents told me that I would've been named Alan if I was a boy."

"Same," Alan said, curious. "Alice was supposed to be my nape as a girl." For the first time, they really looked at each other, noticing the similarities in their eyes, their mouths, their hair. They looked like a set of twin brothers and sisters, they were so alike. So alike were they that they came to the same conclusion simultaneously.

"We're from different worlds," They realized and told each other in unison. "We are alternate versions of each other!"

"But how?" Alan asked, thinking.

"I don't know," Alice admitted. "I set up this mirror, I was talking to myself, and…"

'You made a wish, didn't you?" Alan said, eyes widening. "Because I did." Alice nodded.

"Yeah, and my hand touched the mirror when I did, and there was this…"

"This weird tingling feeling?" Alan finished for her. They laughed. A few moments later, Alan asked, "So, what did you wish for?" Alice paused. "C'mon, you can tell me." Alan said. "I'm you, after all."

"You have a point," Alice agreed. "Okay, well, I asked for… I wished to know what it was like to be known as something other than pretty." She admitted. Alan blinked, not sure how to respond.

"You are pretty, but you're also smart," Alan said. "We both know that."

"Yeah, but that's all everyone ever sees," Alice explained, motioning to her body. "All they see is a pretty girl, and that's how they treat me, no matter what marks I get, no matter how hard I try. It's really annoying, and kinda depressing."

"Well, being known as smart isn't all it's cracked up to be, either," Alan explained. "Because I constantly get pestered by people to help them with homework or notes, or study. And don't get me started on relationships, because all girls want from me is my brains, and once I give them that," He laughed."I've been used for what's in my head the same way you've been used for the pretty face on yours, am I right?" Alice nodded solemnly.

"I think we're going to have to grab a chair," She told him. "We're going to be talking for awhile."


For the next week or so, after classes or work, both Alice and Alan, in their respected worlds, figured out that the mirror acted as a two-way communicator between realities. They did not let this opportunity to waste, and every day they used the mirror to talk to each other about their days. Both of them held no bounds with what they could say to each other, no topic was taboo. Often they could guess what the other was about to say next. This was all right; Alan was happy the monotony of his daily life was broken, and Alice was glad she finally had someone to talk to, someone who understood.


Two weeks after they had first made contact, Alice suggested something that Alan had been thinking about for a couple of nights.

"What's in between us?" She asked. "We've been acting like there's still a panel of glass between the two of us. But what if what we've been treating as a window is really a door?"

"As in, I could walk through and join you in your reality?" Alan asked. "It sounds possible." Both of them reached out with their left hand towards the mirror, and stopped.

There was a transparent force separating the two, almost like a panel of glass. Alan gave a little laugh.

"I guess we should've known it wouldn't be that easy," He said.

"Yeah," Alice agreed, raising her right hand and pressing it to Alan's left hand at the same time Alan did the same.

Suddenly, things got weird.


It felt like there was an electric current running between the two of them, and the mirror seemed to enlarge, swallowing them whole. The room spun, and both of them blacked out for a moment.

When they came to, they lowered their hands, each looking at what seemed to be their reflections.

"No," They both whispered at the same time. Both of them didn't realize that they had become each other, their consciousnesses being swapped between realities by the mirror; they believed that somehow, they had lost contact with each other.

Alice, now in Alan's world, sat down, tears welling up in his eyes. While Alan, in Alice's world, simply stepped back. Seeing the other do different actions proved that they still weren't looking at a reflection, and their minds raced to find a conclusion. Both of them looked down at themselves at exactly the same time.

"What the hell?" They both exclaimed. They looked at each other.

"Well…" Alan began.

"This is going to be very interesting." Alice finished.

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