Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

Upon Reflection (Chs 1-3)
by Fidget

CHAPTER 1: Through the Looking-Glass

"Well I hope you're happy, Darren, because we're through, you stupid-head!" Maddie yelled, slamming the door to his dorm room and walking quickly back across the quad, trying to hold back her tears. Everything had been going so well with Darren, and when she had opened the door to his room and caught him with his tongue in Amber's mouth, and his hand exploring underneath her tight tank top, Maddie had been absolutely devastated. Darren and Amber had both jumped up when she walked in, and Amber had sheepishly slid past Maddie and out the door while Darren tried to explain himself, but that had quickly escalated into a shouting match as Darren explained in detail everything that was wrong with her. He said that he regretted ever going out with a ditzy cheerleader like her in the first place, and that she'd never be able to measure up to someone like Amber. Maddie had asked what was so wrong with her that Darren hated her that much, and he had looked her up and down and responded with one disdainful word: "Everything."

The tears finally started as she arrived back at Dodgson Hall, briefly glancing up at the mirror over the door that everyone assumed had a security camera behind it, before entering the building and climbing the stairs to the top floor. She'd gone to Darren's room to be comforted, of all things. She had just failed a chemistry exam, because even after studying all night, she still just didn't get it. Aside from her cheerleading she felt like a useless idiot, and now even her cheerleading was in jeopardy due to potential academic probation. It was all her fault too; if only she were less like, well, herself, and more like someone else, maybe she wouldn't have lost Darren.

Walking onto her hall on the top floor and turning toward her room, she suddenly noticed a new flyer on the bulletin board. "ARE YOU DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE?" it said across the top in all caps. "Have you ever felt like you'd be better off if you were someone else? If so, come to the Dodgson Hall basement at 8pm tonight. It could literally change your life."

That's silly, she thought, staring at the board. It was probably some sort of weird cult. She was about to turn away when she suddenly heard a mocking voice from behind her. "Darren finally dump you?"

Maddie whirled around in fury to see the hall's bitchy goth-wannabe Nicole leaning against the wall smirking at her.

"I told you he was cheating on you. Too bad you were too stupid to see it," Nicole said matter-of-factly.

"Well at least I'm not a dyke slut that can't keep a girlfriend for more than two days!" Maddie retorted angrily.

"You're just jealous of all the action I get. Let me know if you ever get tired of being disappointed by dick and want to try the fairer sex. Maybe you should go to the basement tonight and see if whoever it is can help you get a life," Nicole taunted, blowing her a kiss through lips thickly coated with dark red lipstick.

Suddenly the building RA, Cassandra, unexpectedly appeared between them. "Girls, girls!" she shouted, trying to calm them down. "What's going on?" The two girls immediately fell silent - Cassandra was universally popular among her students, and neither Maddie nor Nicole wanted to do anything that would cause her any trouble.

"Oh, hey Cassandra! Maddie here just got cheated on and dumped, so I was just giving her some friendly advice."

"Your advice didn't sound very friendly. Maddie, I'm so sorry that happened to you. Feel free to come talk to me if you ever need any help. It's important to turn to others it times of need," Cassandra said, before heading back to her office and taking Nicole with her.

Glad to finally be alone, Maddie walked into her room and threw herself on her bed to stew for a few minutes, before remembering that she needed to change for cheerleading practice. She'd rather skip, but the captain was strict, and she didn't want her day to get even worse. As she stripped in front of her full-length mirror to put on her uniform, she looked sadly at the shapely c-cup breasts, firm ass, and tight, athletic body that she'd been so proud of until now. Why didn't Darren want her? What did Amber have that she didn't? If only she could become a different person like that flyer had said.

Lauded professor of psychology Alexis Streater made her daily rounds through the corridors of Dodgson Hall. As the faculty representative in charge of the dorm, it was her responsibility to see that everything ran smoothly and the students were taken care of, and like all of her professional responsibilities, she took it very seriously. Walking through the halls in her dull brown cardigan and floor-length skirt, however, the petite Professor Streater went practically unnoticed by the students milling about in the dorm after classes. She wore her mousy brown hair back in careful bun, and her large glasses hid her face just as well as her clothing hid her tiny body, completing her carefully cultivated image of a respected professor well beyond her years, as she was only thirty-five.

As she made her rounds, she felt the familiar twinges of jealousy at how carefree and happy the students seemed to be, especially the young couples full of hormones excitedly discovering each others' bodies. She remembered being their age, feeling those same desires, but she had always been shy, and had devoted her time to her studies instead of... extracurricular activities. And she was satisfied with her success, with her responsibilities to the school, to her field, and to her students, but she was getting older now, and hadn't been in a relationship in over a decade. So, as fulfilling as her life was, she still felt like her personality and her choices had prevented her from ever experiencing any sort of real romantic happiness.

Dwelling on these feelings of loneliness a bit, she finally made her way up to the top floor, which was all but deserted. A bright yellow flyer on the bulletin board caught her eye, so she walked over to read it. It was about some sort of self-improvement group meeting in the basement tonight, which was odd, since though Professor Streater had been the faculty rep for Dodgson for almost a decade, she couldn't remember ever having actually been in the basement. Furthermore, she couldn't recall seeing this flyer on any other floor, or in any other building on campus for that matter. Even so, from a psychologist's perspective, the flyer certainly made an interesting claim; Professor Streater wondered how exactly whatever group this was intended to deliver on their promise of a life-changing experience.

As she stood there lost in thought, she eventually noticed Cassandra, the RA, standing beside her. She briefly admired her strong features - dark red hair framing high cheekbones and bright green eyes that stared through you with startling intensity. Cassandra was quite popular with the students, and with the administration as well. In fact, it occurred to Professor Streater that Cassandra had been the RA almost as long as she herself had been the faculty rep, which was unusual, because even though some grad students remained in their programs as long as Cassandra had, few kept the same job in the same building the entire time instead of moving on to bigger and better things.

"Hello, Cassandra. How have things been in Dodgson today?"

"Very well for the most part, Professor Streater, though Maddie seems to have had a bit of a rough day, and Nicole of course had to make it worse by intentionally antagonizing her."

"That's unfortunate. I remember Maddie from Intro to Psych - enthusiastic young girl, if not very bright. Nicole took to psychology like a fish to water, though it seems she's using her knowledge more for cruelty than kindness these days."

"That's true Professor. I wonder if there's any merit to this flyer, and if lives really are so easy to change."

"I wish that were true, Cassandra, because then it might be easier for all of us to have the lives we want, though it would probably put me out of business in the process."

Cheerleading practice had gone late for Maddie, and it was only a few minutes before eight when she finally arrived back at her dorm. As she walked by the bulletin board, her glance was once again caught by the bright yellow flyer for a life-changing experience. Oh what the hell, she thought, and started back down the stairs. She was still in her cheerleading uniform, though she had stripped her sweaty panties off in the locker room before heading back to her dorm for a bit of comfort. Nobody would see, and she'd just remember to cross her legs if she needed to sit down for whatever reason.

As she descended the stairs to the first floor, she couldn't recall ever having actually been to the basement. She'd seen the stairs often enough, and assumed there would be something down there, but it had never actually occurred to her to go check it out. When she reached the first floor, she was discouraged to find Nicole there waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?" Maddie snapped.

"Oh, I just wanted to see if you were desperate enough to actually join a cult," Nicole said gleefully as she tossed her long, dyed-black hair over her shoulder, her curvy body leaning against the wall in a tight black crop top that said "Vagitarian" over a short plaid skirt. "Now that you're actually here though, I think I'll tag along and see just how hilariously sad this gets."

"Fine bitch, if your life is that boring, maybe you need a new one too. Come on."

They fell silent as they began to walk down the stairs together, filled with a sudden feeling of foreboding.

"Have you ever been down here before," Nicole whispered.

"No," Maddie responded. "I'm surprised you haven't though, being an unpopular basement-dweller who's never seen the sun."

"Very funny."

At the bottom of the stairs was a large door, and above the door was another mirror, but this time with a cloth draped over it. Taking a deep breath, Nicole grabbed the door handle, turned it, and the two girls went inside, into the darkness, as the door closed behind them.

A few seconds later, the room lit up with brilliant light, and as the girls' eyes adjusted, they realized they were in an incredibly large, fully-furnished bedroom. One end of the room was dominated by the largest bed the two girls had ever seen, and at the foot of the bed stood a giant, ornate mirror, mounted on a pedestal so that it could revolve freely, able to reflect anything and everything in the room.

Near the mirror stood Cassandra, wrapped in a dark green robe, almost a nightgown, as her emerald eyes smoldered behind a pair of clear spectacles under her fiery hair. In her right hand was a small hand mirror. The overall scene gave the effect of an aristocrat from a bygone era alone in her boudoir, preparing for bed, or perhaps other nightly activities.

"Cassandra? What are you doing here? Where are we?" Maddie asked, incredibly confused.

"My room, of course!" Cassandra replied, sweeping her arm around.

"But, I've been to your room. It's on our floor, upstairs!"

"That's only my room for official purposes, so that I can have this room for... unofficial purposes," she said with an enigmatic smile.

Nicole had been silent this entire time, fully taking in the large area with its couches, chairs, and lavish decoration. She wasn't sure what was about to go down, but she could tell that it was going to be some crazy shit.

At that moment, the door behind them opened once more, and Professor Streater silently stepped through as the large door closed and locked with finality behind her.

"Ah, I wondered who all would come. I knew that Maddie would show, and probably Nicole as well, since she wouldn't be able to resist both her curiosity and an opportunity to harass Maddie, but Professor Streater - what a pleasant surprise!" Cassandra said, beaming at them.

"Yeah, Professor, like, why are you here?"

"I'm here for two reasons. As the faculty rep for this building, it was my responsibility to check up on such an odd group meeting, especially since the flyers only went up on one hall."

"Well spotted, Professor. I'm impressed," Cassandra complimented.

"Secondly, I'm a psychologist - I wanted to see what was this group was offering, as promises of transformed lives are always interesting from an academic perspective. Also, I may have been suffering from a bit of cheerlessness myself recently, and so I wanted to see this mystery group first-hand. I must say, I thought there was something odd about you having been the RA here for so long, Cassandra, but it never really occurred to me to check into it. How on earth did you convince the school to let you turn the basement into this?"

"You'll find that I'm very good at getting what I want," Cassandra replied with a smile and a wink.

"Fine. Will you at least tell us why we're all here then?" the Professor asked.

"Of course. I just wanted to show you my room. Feel free to look around!"

As Nicole and Professor Streater continued to question Cassandra, Maddie found herself drawn to the mirror standing alone in the middle of the room. She walked over to it, and slowly turned it until her own reflection came into view.

There was something different about herself, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her clothes were the same, but as her gaze traveled up her body, she eventually locked eyes with her double, and couldn't seem to look away. Her reflection's eyes sparkled with an intense intellect that she had never seen before in her blue eyes, but they were also cold and uncaring, as though the burden of knowledge was acceptance of the truth that life had no meaning, and the only temporary relief from existential despair was hedonism. In fact, they looked exactly like Nicole's eyes, and that scared her.

She tried to break the stare, but instead, her mind began to feel fuzzy and her thoughts began to jumble. Was it such a bad thing that her reflection seemed a bit more intelligent? she wondered. That was what she had wanted, after all, and if a better understanding of the shitty state of the world was the price of intelligence, so be it. She was proud of her intellect, always had been, and it wasn't her fault the world was shitty. That blame lay squarely at the feet of men. Women were hotter anyway, with their soft, curvy bodies and delightful little pussies. Why had she been so interested in that Darren jerkoff in the first place? Maddie's eyes drifted back down her reflection in the mirror, appreciating her own sexy body and the thinking of all the hot women that would soon be lining up for a taste.

But then her eyes focused on the cheerleading uniform that she hadn't had time to take off. Wait, why had she been wearing a cheerleading uniform in the first place? Sure it showed off her sexy body to the other women in the room, which was exactly what she wanted, and it would be a great way to infiltrate the cheerleading squad for some new pussy, but why was she wearing it now? And her blonde hair and girly makeup just made it worse. This had to be a prank. As soon as she got the chance, she was going to go find some real clothes, maybe something like the girl by the door was wearing, and fix her makeup.

"Hey assholes!" she shouted at the three women gathered over near the entrance.

"What is it Maddie? Are you ok?" Professor Streater asked, concerned about her sudden, uncharacteristic outburst.

"It's Madison! I'm not some stupid ditz that needs a cutesy pet name to feel better about herself. And who the hell are you people, anyway? Why am I in some weird-ass bedroom dressed like a bimbo cheerleader?"

Cassandra briefly glanced down at the mirror in her hand, and saw the following readout appear on the smooth surface:

Madison Lancaster INTELLIGENCE: DITZ > INTELLECTUAL DISPOSITION: FRIENDLY > APATHETIC ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL > LESBIAN RELATIONSHIPS: MONOGAMOUS > CASUAL SEX INHIBITIONS: INHIBITED > UNINHIBITED AROUSAL: NOT EASILY AROUSED > CONSTANTLY HORNY

Well this will be interesting, Cassandra thought to herself, feeling a familiar rush of arousal at watching a new girl submit to her irresistible changes for the first time, before turning to Madison. "Don't worry Madison, you're part of a performance for the next hour or so. The uniform is only a costume - you can take it off once you leave. In the meantime, feel free to do whatever you'd like."

"Whatever. Just let me know when I can get out of this hole," Madison said, walking over to the giant bed and hopping up onto it. She lay back and splayed out, not knowing or possibly not caring that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Either way, her short cheerleading skirt rode up, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy for all to see.

Nicole had been watching the athletic blonde's strange behavior closely, but now she had another reason to watch, feeling a new urge to dive between those toned, tan legs grow. She had always known that Maddie was hot, but the way she she was talking and acting now, combined with her tasty, exposed pussy, was really starting to push Nicole's buttons.

"Um, Maddi- Madison, you're, um, not wearing any underwear," Professor Streater stammered, completely bewildered by the unreality of the situation.

"Good. That'll make this easier then," Madison said, spreading her legs even further and sliding a hand down to softly stroke her sensitive labia. Oddly, this self-pleasure somehow seemed like a new experience to Madison, but that couldn't be right, so she ignored the thought and returned her attention to the novel sensations pleasantly pulsing through her as a result of her fingers' teasing stimulations.

"What did you do to her?" Nicole asked Cassandra, watching hungrily as whatever was piloting Maddie's body now began to slowly slide her middle finger in and out of herself.

"Very good Nicole!" Cassandra responded, smiling at her. "I'm not doing anything specifically, but Madison has indeed undergone certain... changes, by looking at her reflection in the mirror you see at the foot of the bed."

"Can it change me like that too?" She's so hot now, Nicole thought. If the mirror could do that for Maddie, think of what it could do for her!

"It absolutely could," Cassandra responded cryptically. Nicole, however, had already stopped paying attention and was headed over to the mirror.

"Maybe you shouldn't-" Professor Streater began, but it was too late. Nicole had already turned the mirror and had met her double's gaze, eager to discover her own changes. As she began to lose herself in the depths of her reflection's solemn eyes and her mind grew pleasantly fuzzy, however, she finally noticed the rest of her reflection, and was horrified by the petite girl she saw shyly looking back at her, her hand clasped around a crucifix hanging around her neck. Where was the powerful femininity of Maddie's transformation? This religious goody-goody couldn't be more unlike her.

It was too late, of course. Nicole was unable to break her gaze away from the sweet, wide-eyed innocence of her reflection, and she felt her thoughts continue to drift in new directions, despite her silent screams of protestation.

She calmed down a bit upon the realization that her distress was due to the fact that her life had entirely lacked direction up until this point. She had viewed her life as meaningless because she had never been part of something bigger than herself. Her morality had been subjective because she had rejected the one objective morality that could give her life purpose, and that nihilism had manifested in a cruelty toward others that now disgusted her. Well, no longer. Nikki knew that her passion, her purpose, was to make others feel good, not just because that was what God demanded of her, but because it was the right thing to do. She embraced a new, surprisingly strong desire to submit to the will of those around her, because she knew it would make them happy, and that would make her happy as well.

Professor Streater was watching this time, but Nicole's transformation seemed to be entirely unlike Maddie's: her posture and body language entirely changed before Dr. Streater's eyes, to the point that she looked like a completely different person. Her proud shoulders narrowed and turned inwards, as though she were perpetually ashamed, and her defiant gaze gave way to a downcast look of submission, which perfectly matched the expression on the face of the reflection Professor Streater could see in the mirror behind Nicole, though of course her curvy body and clothing remained the same, in stark contrast to the petite, modestly dressed Catholic schoolgirl staring out at her. The juxtaposition of the new Nicole's shy demeanor and provocative appearance gave the impression of a sweet, submissive slut from some adolescent fantasy, eager and willing to dish out the pleasure her sexy body was designed to give.

Nikki, however, was busy discovering those scandalous parts of her appearance for herself, and was not pleased with what she found. "What's wrong with my makeup?" she asked herself quietly in a high-pitched voice that somehow felt familiar and uncharacteristic all at the same time, as she attempted to bring her nonexistent crucifix up to kiss it out of habit. Her awkward movements showed a complete lack of awareness of her voluptuous body, and her arm bumped into her large breasts as she lifted it to her neck, causing them to bounce under her tight top. Not seeing what the obstruction could have been in her reflection, Nikki's eyes drifted down to her bare midriff and she recoiled in horror. She looked like a cheap whore! She wrapped her arms around her body in embarrassment, and whipped around to see if any of the other women in the room had noticed anything. The older, academic-looking woman was looking at her in surprise, and she felt a fresh rush of embarrassment at the attention. The redhead holding a small mirror, however, was looking at her with interest, almost as though she were some sort of curio in an art museum.

She looked the other direction and was horrified to discover another girl touching herself inappropriately on a large bed. Nikki felt the bad thoughts invading her mind again, thoughts she had tried so hard to repress, and she felt the familiar tingle start up between her legs at the sight of an athletic young feminine body in such a state of arousal. She became aware of a strangely airy sensation between her legs as her vagina began to moisten, and flushed with a fresh surge of embarrassment at the realization that she'd also somehow forgotten to wear any panties. She self-consciously pulled her skirt down as far as she could and kept her legs squeezed tightly together so that nobody would see her shame, but the unwelcome tingle between her legs continued to grow apace as she tried to avert her eyes from the delicious display of hedonism playing itself out on the bed, attempting to ignore the little voice telling her how good her own willing body could make the other girl feel.

Feeling a tightening sensation on her chest, Nicole glanced down at her body once more, and noticed that she'd also apparently forgotten to wear a bra, and her breasts with their hard, excited nipples were clearly visible through her tight black top. For the first time, she realized what was written across the front of her shirt, and knew that her secret was out. God knew about her secret desires, and whatever was happening to her now was clearly a punishment. She clasped her hands over what she thought were petite tits to cover them, but somehow her breasts continued to press out proudly around her small hands, and her large, sensitive nipples grew even harder as she inadvertently groped herself.

Intrigued by Nicole's obvious distress, Cassandra looked down at her mirror once more:

Nicole Anderson FAITH: ATHEIST > RELIGIOUS FIGURE: VOLUPTUOUS > PETITE SEXUAL ROLE: DOMINANT > SUBMISSIVE DISPOSITION: CRUEL > KIND RELATIONSHIPS: CASUAL SEX > MONOGAMOUS

It looks like she's still a horny lesbian. Cassandra thought to herself, feeling herself grow even more aroused at Nicole's utter lack of awareness of the extensive changes the mirror had triggered in her. And the mirror made her believe that she's petite. No wonder she looks so uncomfortable and awkward. I wonder how this will play out between the two of them.

As Madison rode out a pleasurable orgasm on the bed, she glanced down at the foot and saw the busty Nikki standing there, staring confusedly at her reflection as she tried unsuccessfully to cover up her unexpectedly large breasts. Giving up, Nikki briefly looked back at Madison and lowered her gaze to what Madison's busy hand was doing as she came down from her peak, before blushing furiously and turning away.

"Hey bitch, if you're gonna stare that hard, might as well lick it yourself!" Madison said brusquely as she eked out a bit more pleasure from her overstimulated pussy by slowly stroking her swollen labia, which were still clearly visible under the short, pleated cheerleading skirt she had found herself in.

"Y-you want me to l-lick your... to do that?" Nikki asked self-consciously, guilty about how hopeful she was about Madison's answer as she tried to resist her urge to hungrily watch Madison touch herself.

"Hell no! Even if you did want to, I don't fuck losers," Madison said, but she began to regret her rashness as she checked out the body filling Nikki's tight clothes.

"O-ok, I'm sorry for bothering you," Nikki said demurely, but the way she quickly turned away and purposefully began walking over to the two women standing by the door betrayed how miffed she was by the girl's answer in spite of Nikki's kind nature. She had only wanted to make the girl on the bed feel good; she didn't have to be so mean about it!

Cassandra was still watching with interest, and turned to Professor Streater, whose face held a mixture of fear and confusion.

"Well, what do you know - they still don't seem to like each other, even as different people!"

"How are you doing this?" the normally reserved professor asked insistently. Her concern for the students under her care was clear, but she wasn't able to hide the trace of curiosity in her voice.

Cassandra gave her a knowing wink before answering her question. "I've always been fascinated by mirrors, ever since I was young. How they create perfect reflections of ourselves that are still somehow our complete opposites. If we are right-handed, our reflections will be left-handed. But, what about our minds, our personalities? If we're weak-willed, who's to say that our reflections might not be strong-willed in return? As silly as it may seem, I began searching for the answers to these questions, and one fateful day I was able to acquire these items from a trader who specialized in... certain types of rare goods. At last, my search was over, and I could begin to explore the power of these mirrors - mirrors with the power to transfer certain 'unseeable' qualities of our reflections, the minds and personalities of our doubles in the mirror universe, into our real-world bodies."

"So Maddie and Nicole are now their exact opposites, from this 'mirror world', because they looked into that big mirror?"

"It's not quite that simple. I have a few smaller mirrors that can be used to reverse simple thoughts and beliefs that I can 'program' - you may have seen them around this building, though you won't remember ever looking into them - but the large, much more powerful mirror over there that changed Maddie and Nicole is... unpredictable. It reverses a small set of randomly chosen characteristics, and I have no control over it whatsoever. And actually, I kind of prefer it that way; it's much more exciting to discover what the mirror has in store for each new person than to control everything myself. Look at the amazing modifications it made to Maddie and Nicole, for example - aren't they magnificent?"

"Is this permanent though? Are they stuck like this forever?" the professor asked, wrapping her small arms around herself anxiously.

"Goodness, no! Looking into this hand mirror reverses all of the changes. They won't remember anything from when they were under the mirror's influence, but they'll be right as rain. Plus, the next time they look into the mirror, they'll undergo exactly the same set of changes."

"What do you get out of all this?" Professor Streater asked pointedly.

"Me? I just like to watch," Cassandra said, tapping her glasses as her bright green eyes sparkled with delight. "Professor Streater, would you like to try out my mirror?"

"Absolutely not. Firstly, I have no desire to, and secondly, what you're doing to these girls is wrong!"

"Suit yourself. It's your choice, of course," Cassandra said with a smile.

"One final question. You mentioned that you knew that Maddie would show up tonight - how did you know that?"

"You're very perceptive, professor. Perhaps too perceptive. I may have had a small hand in Maddie's ill fortune today - one of the best ways to get new girls down here is for them to go through a breakup or other similar trauma, so I tried to set Darren up with Amber. It turns out Darren and Amber initially had no attraction for each other at all, but unfortunately, they both happened to glance into this," she said, holding up her hand mirror, "and after that they suddenly developed an overwhelming infatuation with each other. Before they knew it, all they could think of was getting into each other's pants!"

"That's horrible," Professor Streater said, taken aback by Cassandra's cruelty. "Are you going to keep us captive down here too?"

"Of course not! You're all free to leave whenever you like!"

"In that case, could you change the others back, please?" the professor asked, all the while planning to go directly to the university's disciplinary board to report Cassandra's crimes as soon as she was able to leave.

"Oh, I suppose. They clearly don't like each other, and while 'Madison' is enjoying herself for once today, Nicole doesn't seem very happy."

Cassandra called Nikki over, and handed her the small hand mirror. As Nikki looked into the mirror, she was briefly frightened by the antipathy in the eyes of the unfamiliar, busty goth girl staring back at her, before beginning to feel herself slipping toward the reflection in the mirror as the busty goth girl began to assert herself. As Professor Streater watched, Nicole's eyes and demeanor slowly regained their former imperious confidence, and before long, Nicole seemed back to her old self.

For her part, Nicole felt perfectly normal, except for an odd sensation of having somehow skipped forward in time. She knew intellectually that she must have been changed by the mirror just as Maddie had, but for the life of her she couldn't remember how, or what she had done up until looking in the small hand mirror Cassandra was holding. She could recall a feeling of revulsion at what her reflection had looked like, however, and concluded that she probably wouldn't like what she'd become, so she resolved to avoid the mirror at all costs in the future.

"Ok Madison, time to head out! No need to be in your cheerleader outfit any longer!" Cassandra called, now that Nicole had fully reverted.

"Finally!" Madison said, hopping up off the bed and quickly marching her athletic figure across the room as Nicole watched her strong, tan legs moving gracefully under her short skirt, remembering the delicious image of her fingering herself on the bed what felt like seconds before. Madison noticed her gaze, rolled her eyes, and gave Nicole the finger.

She looked in the mirror when Cassadra offered it, and the others watched as Madison's angry eyes slowly softened, and the simple Maddie that they knew and loved (or hated, in Nicole's case), slowly returned to them.

"Welcome back Maddie," Professor Streater said. "Do you remember anything?"

"Not really. It was weird - I looked in that big mirror over there, and suddently I couldn't help but keep staring. I can't remember what my reflection looked like, but it was like I was someone else, or like I was watching from a distance as my head got all fuzzy, and then I was gone. When I came back, I was over here by you guys. I have no idea what happened," she said, looking herself up and down. She was encouraged by the familiarity of her cheerleading uniform, though for some reason her bare pussy felt aroused and sensitive under her skirt as she walked over to the door to leave, almost as though she had somehow had sex. She wasn't sure what had happened down here, but she knew she didn't want to repeat it, in spite of the confusingly pleasurable sensations her swaying hips were causing.

"Ok Cassandra, time to keep your promise - let us leave," the petite professor demanded.

"Of course. I should warn you, however, that each of you will have to look into the small mirror above the door for it to open for you. If you have a desire to come back down here when you look into it, you'll never see me down here again, but if you don't want to come back, well, I guess I'll see you here next week, same time, same place, won't I? Oh, and either way, you won't be able to tell anyone else about this place, of course."

Professor Streater was horrified, since she planned to report Cassandra immediately after leaving. She walked over to the door and tried to somehow fool herself into believing that she really did want to come back next week, before finally meeting her own deep blue eyes in the mirror above the door, and feeling her head grow fuzzy as the door swung open. As she walked through, she realized that as much as she hated what Cassandra had done to the girls down there, for some reason she was really looking forward to coming back next week. The two undergrads came through the door shortly thereafter, but instead of discussing the strange events they had experienced that evening as they climbed the stairs, they found themselves talking about how excited they were to return.

Chapter 2: Beyond Good and Evil

The next week passed uneventfully. Maddie was still reeling from her breakup, and couldn't bear to see how Darren and Amber were all over each other in public, though she felt that her blackout the previous week in Cassandra's room in the basement had somehow helped, as though Darren had been less important to her after looking in that mirror. And, all the while, in the back of her mind was a constant reminder of how eager she was to go back to Cassandra's room, even with how off-putting her experience down there had been the previous week.

Nicole left Maddie alone for the most part, though she was still just as contemptuous of her, of course. Nicole was just too busy with her newest girlfriend, and she figured that her loud moans echoing down the residence hall each night would be torment enough. Nicole recalled the strangeness of her experience in the basement, of course, but wasn't worried about it too much. It had been out of her control, and whatever happened had happened, so there was no use dwelling on it. In any case, Nicole remembered the changes Maddie had undergone the previous week after looking in the mirror, and was very interested in possibly seeing that side of her again, which nicely complemented her own strong desire to return to the basement in spite of her slight misgivings about it.

Professor Alexis Streater went through her lectures and meetings almost mechanically, fully absorbed in the horrible moral and ethical implications of what Cassandra was doing, but not currently seeing a way to stop her. If only someone would do something! It never occurred to the professor to talk to anyone about it, however, and she told herself that perhaps she could fix things herself when she went back this week. She was certainly looking forward to it, in any case.

Inevitably, of course, the day arrived, and at 8pm sharp, the trio found themselves at the entrance to the mirror room in the basement once more. Today Maddie was wearing a simple white tshirt that said CHEER! across the front and short pink shorts with the word PINK across the butt that nicely showed off her tanned and toned athletic figure, while Nicole's curves were stuffed into a low-cut tanktop without a bra and the shortest skirt she could get away with. The professor wore slacks and a professional blouse on her petite frame, complete with tasteful pumps. They looked up at the uncovered mirror above the door, felt their heads fuzz slightly, and slowly walked into the room after the door opened. Once again it closed behind them with finality, and they recalled that they'd have to look in the mirror above the door in order to leave.

Cassandra was standing right where she had been the previous week, mirror in hand, waiting for them.

"Welcome back everyone! I'm so glad you all returned this week! Feel free to enjoy yourselves here for as long as you'd like, doing whatever you please," she said with a smile, taking a seat on a nearby chaise.

Maddie and Nicole stayed by the door, remembering their odd experiences from the previous week and determined to avoid the mirror in the middle of the room at all costs, though Nicole hoped Maddie might accidentally glance at it, of course.

The professor was carefully looking around the room in the meantime, desperate to find something she could use against Cassandra, but all she saw was expensive furniture and extravagant decorations. She eventually worked her way to the middle of the room, and began to examine the base and frame of the mirror that had triggered Nicole and Maddie's mental transformations. The entire time she was near it, she could feel her eyes being drawn almost magnetically to the silvery, reflective surface, and in a moment of weakness, she happened to catch a glance of a large, muscular young man somehow reflected in its burnished finish. Confused, she looked around herself in case she'd failed to notice anyone else in the room with them, before looking fully into the mirror as her natural curiosity betrayed her.

She was surprised to see the confident eyes of a virile young man looking back at her, and as her eyes remained glued to his, she realized that this young man was her reflection. She had fallen into the mirror's trap, and knew that within minutes she would fully believe that this young man was her. She tried to keep her mind on her task for the sake of her students, but as her eyes became more and more intently focused on her reflection and her mind began to cloud, she knew that Cassandra had won, and that none of her knowledge of human psychology would be able to save her from the appealing ideas currently invading her mind.

When she thought about it, she realized that her students were responsible for their own actions, and that what was going on here wasn't her fault at all. How could she have known what Cassandra was up to? It was more important for her to start doing what she wanted to for once, and what he wanted was to continue staring at his reflection, feeling his mind grow more reckless and sure of himself as he continued to absorb the mirror's appealing ideas. People were always telling him what to do, and never let him have what he wanted. And what he wanted, he suddenly realized, was what every horny young stud wanted: sex, lots and lots of sex. In fact, Alex could feel himself becoming aroused at that very thought, and hoped that his growing erection wasn't showing through his tight gym shorts. He looked down at his reflection in the mirror and saw that his dick was in fact tenting, but all of a sudden it no longer bothered him that it was clearly visible through the tight fabric. There was nothing like the sight of a large, erect cock on a muscular guy to draw exactly the kind of female attention he was looking for, but it could still get uncomfortable, so he reached down to adjust himself.

When he did so, he was surprised to find that his strong, masculine legs were somehow encased in professional-looking suitpants like his mom would wear. What the fuck?, he thought, pulling at the unfamiliar-feeling elastic material in bewilderment. Forgetting to adjust himself, and completely oblivious to the fact that he didn't actually have a penis, Alex checked the rest of his clothing and immediately noticed that his size 14 feet were somehow crammed into a pair of what seemed to be tiny womens' pumps! That couldn't be right, because his feet had been huge since his growth spurt a few years before, and he didn't think they made girls' shoes that big! Someone had to be messing with him. He kicked off the uncomfortable pumps, ripped off the bottoms of the hose he was apparently wearing, and felt better with his strong feet flat on the ground. He considered removing his girl pants as well, but he didn't know where he was, and didn't want to get arrested for indecency or something.

Lifting his gaze to his chest, he found that, once again, he was wearing women's clothing. What Alex saw as muscular pecs, earned through countless hours in the gym at his high school, were practically bursting the seams of the frilly blouse he found himself in, and he could even feel a bra digging into his chest. Giving himself over to his adolescent rage at the indignity of his situation, he ripped the blouse off and snapped the bra's straps, leaving what he thought was his muscular chest exposed.

The others, however, stared in surprise as their petite, world-renowned psychology professor ripped her blouse and bra off before their eyes, her face and chest flushed with sudden rage as her small, shapely breasts bounced and jiggled with the exertion, completely exposed in the middle of the room. Nicole in particular was drawn by the shapely body her professor had been hiding under her drab clothes, and looked her up and down approvingly.

Alex, for his part, thought little of taking his shirt off like this, especially after glancing around the unfamiliar room and seeing three hot co-eds standing near the door. With this physique, the girls definitely won't mind me showing a little skin. And, he thought, as he felt his adolescent hormones driving him to have sex with as many attractive young women as he could, if I play my cards right, it might even get me laid with one of them later. Grinning, he leaned back against a nearby pillar and placed his hands in his pockets to show off his chest and abs as he openly leered at the three women.

Nicole was quickly becoming more and more taken with this new Professor Streater as she felt the half-naked professor's eyes running up and down her curvy body, almost like a catcalling man's would. Whatever it was, Nicole was digging it. Where had all of this new confidence come from, and where had the professor been hiding that sexy little body? It wasn't fair - the mirror kept turning the women around her into sexy lesbians, so why did she have the feeling that her own experience had been so markedly different?

Maddie, however, was horrified as her revered professor flaunted her perky tits at them, apparently completely unconcerned by the fact that her assets were dangling freely off her petite torso in the first place, as her tasteful blouse lay on the floor in tatters. "Professor Streater, do you think you should, like, maybe put your shirt back on?" she asked tentatively.

"'Professor'? What the fuck are you talking about? It's 'Alex', and I can take my shirt off if I want to," Alex said sullenly. "I think you want me to put my shirt back on because you're enjoying the view a bit too much," he continued, flexing his bulging biceps at her.

Cassandra was watching this exchange with great interest, of course, and while the petite "Alex"'s tits jiggled as she attempted to flex her small arm at Maddie, Cassandra briefly glanced down at her mirror to check the list of the professor's changes.

Alexis Streater GENDER: FEMALE > MALE MATURITY: AGED AND RESPONSIBLE > YOUNG AND SELFISH CLIQUE: NERD > JOCK BUILD: PETITE > MUSCULAR SEX DRIVE: MIDDLE-AGED FEMALE > ADOLESCENT MALE INHIBITIONS: INHIBITED > UNINHIBITED SEXUAL ROLE: SUBMISSIVE > DOMINANT

Cassandra found herself nearly gasping with her own arousal after reading the description of the professor's changes. It was so hot that the mirror had made her think she was an adolescent male, especially one this testosterone-fueled. The professor would be aching to get her throbbing cock into all three of the women present, Cassandra included, even though she didn't have a throbbing cock, which just made Cassandra even hornier.

Meanwhile, bored of Maddie's prudishness, Alex looked back over at Nicole, who was showing very clear signs of interest, and winked at her suggestively. Encouraged by her blush, Alex stood up off the column and swaggered his way over to her, naked breasts bouncing freely, wrapped an arm around her waist, and said "Hi, I'm Alex, I don't think we've met."

Resolving not to let another opportunity slip away like she had last week, Nicole decided then and there that she was going to fuck her psychology professor, right here in Cassandra's room. She looked over at Cassandra. "You said we could do whatever we wanted to in here, right?"

"Absolutely. The bed wouldn't be so big if it weren't there to be used," Cassandra said with a wink, though the clear flush of arousal creeping its way up her neck filled Nicole with suspicion.

"You aren't going to do anything weird to us while we're over there, are you?"

"Not unless you want me too," she responded with a hungry grin.

Alex, however, had gleaned that Nicole was willing to fuck him, and the feeling of her soft body so close to his was more than he could stand. "Come on baby, she said it was ok. Let's go do it," he said as he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into him, the feel of her feminine curves against his hard body driving all thoughts out of his mind other than getting his hardening cock into that tight little pussy.

Nicole melted as the surprisingly strong, confident older women pressed her small, naked breasts into her side, and didn't make any attempt to resist as she felt Professor Streater's hand sneaking in to cop a feel of her large, braless breasts.

"I like those tits, bitch," Alex said gruffly as he gave her prominent nipples a pinch. "I bet you like these pecs too."

"Hell yeah," Nicole responded, totally down for whatever masculine roleplay her erstwhile professor now seemed into, as long as she kept doing whatever she was doing to her nipples.

As he groped Nicole's sexy body in her tight clothes, Alex felt his dick throbbing with need against her. Nicole experienced this as a series of pelvic thrusts her small professor was making against her wide hip, becoming even more turned on at her professor's obvious lust for her body. In fact, she seemed completely uninterested in Nicole other than in the pleasure her body could provide, which was exactly what Nicole had been craving - pure carnal pleasure, with no strings attached. Her misgivings about Cassandra forgotten, she allowed herself to be backed against the bed by the much smaller professor, who forcefully kissed her and began to sneak a hand up her short skirt. Nicole moaned encouragingly and quickly slid her panties off, before unbuttoning the professor's slacks and pushing them and her underwear down, revealing the professor's delightfully slick pussy, which Nicole couldn't wait to taste.

Alex, however, had other plans. Damn, this bitch really wants it, he thought to himself as he tried to press his erection against her, momentarily confused when he didn't feel any pressure back. He looked down and panicked when he saw no sign of his dick, afraid that he'd somehow lost his erection this close to banging such an incredibly hot slut.

"Here, you'll probably need this," Cassandra said, walking over and holding out a large strap-on. Alex briefly shook his head in bewilderment, suddenly feeling a strong sense of dysphoria, but once Cassandra bent over and put the strap-on around his naked torso, Alex felt a renewed sense of confidence as his cock proudly rose again, more than ready to sink itself deep into the brunette's willing pussy.

Nicole was briefly puzzled by the way Professor Streater hadn't seemed to notice Cassandra fitting her with a strap-on, but quickly forgot her confusion as the tiny professor pushed her backwards onto the bed and prepared to mount her.

Alex could practically feel the testosterone flooding his virile male body, and eagerly thrust himself deep into Nicole's soaked slit, the pleasurable sensations emanating from his strangely solid, inflexible dick driving him to thrust back into her again and again, as instinct drove the young man to mate with his eager partner.

As Cassandra watched Professor Streater thrusting into her student with her strap-on, watching the dildo grind against the professor's clit on every thrust, Cassandra tried to visualize what the professor must be feeling: a sensitive dick penetrating a slick, receptive pussy, seeming to grow harder and thicker with each thrust as the clitoral stimulation drove the professor toward her own orgasm.

All the while, Maddie was watching in horror as Nicole took advantage of Professor Streater, who was very clearly not herself. She tried to think of a way to get them to stop, and remembered that the mirror would change Nicole into someone else. Whatever Nicole's alter-ego was, it had to be preferable to what was currently going on, so Maddie silently made her way over to the mirror and rotated it so that it was facing the bed.

Nicole had just pulled herself up on top of Professor Streater to ride the strap-on, and was enjoying the feeling of the professor roughly groping her large tits through her thin shirt, but when she briefly looked up from the petite older woman she was fucking, she felt her eyes immediately lock onto those of a cute little Catholic schoolgirl once more. Somehow she had been tricked into looking into the mirror again! She immediately tried to look away, but it was too late - her reflection was staring back at her, and, overwhelmed by an irresistible feeling of submissiveness, Nicole suddenly felt a desire to allow the mirror to continue to work its magic on her, and couldn't bring herself to look away. She felt her familiar need to please others returning, and her posture once more became withdrawn as she grew more and more self-conscious. Suddenly, however, she noticed that another person's reflection had appeared in the mirror's shiny surface, and before she knew it, her sweet, innocent eyes were being pulled over...

Maddie wondered what Nicole's alter-ego looked like, and glanced into the mirror herself to see. She was surprised to find a petite, conservatively-dressed schoolgirl that otherwise looked exactly like Nicole staring out into the real Nicole's eyes. She could see that Nicole was already trapped by the mirror; her shoulders were already slumping with submission, and her deep moans became cuter and higher-pitched as Alex continued to fuck her with the dildo.

When Maddie tried to look away from the mirror, however, she instead found her eyes shifting slightly to the left, where the intense eyes of Madison eagerly met her gaze. She began to feel that familiar floating sensation as her personality began to pull away from her, and, as terrified as she was of what everyone would think of her when her alter-ego fully took over, when she tried to avert her gaze from the mirror, she instead felt an intense rush of arrogant self-confidence, and decided that she would look at the mirror for however long she damn well pleased. The more she did so, of course, the less she cared what the others thought of her, and the more she cared about how good their sexy, feminine bodies would feel in her strong hands as her waning desire for dick continued to slip away. Yes, some fresh pussy was exactly what she needed. But whose?

As Madison continued to glare into the mirror, her double's eyes shifted to the side, and Madison felt her eyes again being drawn back to Nicole's reflection. This time, however, when Nikki's sweet, innocent gaze met her own, Madison felt her head grow fuzzy in spite of her newfound self-reliance, and a new change began to wash over her, heedless of her feeble efforts to resist. She calmed down as she realized that there was a pussy that she wanted to taste above all others, and as she held on to the apathy and indifference that had made her strong, she felt a new desire growing within her to sexually dominate the small, innocent Nikki. Nikki's shyness and submission was clearly an invitation for Madison to assert herself, and this realization filled her with need, making her want to fuck her irresistible little lipstick lesbian lover all the more.

Staring into Madison's angry eyes in the mirror, the conservative Nikki had been similarly filled with an unwelcome lust for the bad-mannered girl she had timidly watched masturbate the previous week, but as the mirror continued to redefine their relationship, her mind compliantly accepted the new reality that Madison was not only her girlfriend, but her Mistress, and she felt her sweet, submissive nature reorient itself toward her volatile partner.

Once their new reality had fully taken hold in the confused lovers' minds, Nikki was released from staring at her girlfriend's sexy, athletic reflection, and woke up overcome with a feeling of unfamiliar pleasure, not unlike the handful of times she'd guiltily explored the sensitive, forbidden area between her legs. But this was much more powerful and pleasurable, with a pulsing, pounding rhythm that was causing an odd pressure to begin building up somewhere deep inside of her. Disoriented and self-conscious, Nikki looked down to see what was causing these confusing sensations, and was surprised as her vision was obstructed by two large, unfamiliar mounds, bouncing and jiggling in time with the pleasurable pounding coming from below. She realized that they were where her small breasts should be, but she must be wearing some sort of padded bra, since they felt much larger and weightier than they should. She still couldn't explain the way they hurt a bit each time they heavily bounced up and down, but by pressing them into her chest with her hands, she was finally able to look down and see what was going on.

She found herself looking down at the naked torso of a petite older woman, and felt the naughty thoughts invade her mind again, driving her arousal from the pleasant pounding even higher, especially with the look of intense desire on the woman's mousy face as she forcefully thrust up into her with what had to be a dildo. Nikki's mind was suddenly fully alert, and she realized that she must somehow be cheating on Madison with another woman! She glanced to the side and saw Madison standing there, but Madison's look of unreserved lust, combined with the growing sensations coming from Nikki's private place and her need to please the attractive woman currently enjoying her body, drove her to continue bouncing up and down on the large plastic cock filling her pussy as the maddening pressure continued to build within her.

When Madison came to, she saw that her petite, repressed Catholic girlfriend/slave was getting absolutely railed by a small woman with a surprisingly large strap-on. It was the hottest thing Madison had ever seen, and she immediately stuck a hand down her pants to finger her needy pussy as she began to shout encouragement to the two of them.

"Oh yeah, fuck my slutty, goody two-shoes slave! You like that, don't you Nikki? You act all sweet and innocent, but when the opportunity presents itself, you just can't resist being a sexy little lesbian slut, can you?"

Nikki knew that her mistress was right, and the rush of embarrassment she felt at being such a slut in front of her mistress made her even hornier. The odd pressure that was building within her with every stroke of the dildo quickly became more than Nikki could handle, and just when she thought she would explode, her body instead began to seize up in orgasm, and she let out a series of high-pitched gasps as she completely lost control of her body in full view of her Mistress and the other women.

Alex, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to the changes taking place in the women around him, entirely focused on grinding himself up into Nikki's receptive body even as she was oblivious to his thrusts in the midst of her change. As he got closer and closer to orgasm, however, he began to thrust more aggressively, eagerly awaiting the moment when he'd bust a nut in this hot slut's slick pussy. Just then, he noticed that the hot cheerleader standing beside them was yelling encouragement at him, getting clearly turned on by him fucking the curvy chick, whose was moaning in orgasm even as her face was contorted with what appeared to be shame and embarrassment. Damn these are some crazy bitches, he thought, but the sight of this hot slut cumming on his dick quickly drove him to the edge, and he fully embraced his instinct to fill the now-strangely-submissive chick bouncing on him with his seed. He thrust himself fully into her as his ab muscles began to contract, and moaned in satisfaction as what felt like liters of jizz burst out of him and into her.

"I'm so sorry Mistress! I don't know what happened! Please punish me!" Nikki cried as she came down from her peak, ashamed of her adultery.

Madison laughed. "It's ok slave. Anyhow, you already know that I need more pussy than I can get from you alone - that's why we have an open relationship, after all. Plus, watching you get drilled by that chick was fucking sexy."

"I know," Nikki responded shyly, still a bit self-conscious about their unusual romance and how far it had taken her out of her comfort zone. "And while I'm fine with you fuc... having sex with other girls, I only want to be yours, and don't want anyone else."

"You enjoyed it though, didn't you," Madison said with an evil grin as her lover nodded guiltily, before leaning in to give her a deep kiss that left her wanting more.

"Yes," Nikki whispered quietly. "I love you, Mistress."

"Yeah, I love you too slave. Move over bitch, it's my turn to fuck my cute little toy," she said, addressing Professor Streater.

"Cute little toy?? Her tits are bigger than your head!" Alex responded, confused but also completely satisfied since he'd just gotten to dump a full load into the curvy slut. He shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed to watch them fuck. Surprisingly his cock didn't seem to have lost any of its ridigity, even after cumming in the hot brunette, so he began jacking himself off as he watched.

In the meantime, Cassandra was glancing down at her mirror, incredibly confused at this unexpected new turn of events. She was surprised to see the following readout:

Madison Lancaster and Nicole Anderson ENEMIES > LOVERS

"Oh, this is new!" Cassandra said excitedly. She'd never seen two people look in the mirror at the same time before, and it seemed that this this allowed the mirror to add additional changes to the victims by reversing their relationships to each other! Cassandra made a mental note to test this new property out further in the near future, and squeezed her legs together as the heat between her thighs continued to grow at the implications of this new development.

Meanwhile, Madison was busy feeling up her submissive lover's small curves through her tight top. "I'm surprised to see you in clothes like this, Nikki. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the way they show off your tiny figure, but they don't look like what you'd normally wear," she said as she stuck her hand up her curvy girlfriend's short skirt and teased her still-pulsing labia.

Nikki looked down at the tight clothes putting her small body almost entirely on display, and felt another surge of embarrassment-driven arousal as she squirmed on top of her athletic mistress' aggressive fingers. "But you're wearing cheerleading workout clothes, Mistress," she responded with eyes downcast.

"Yeah, it's what I was wearing last time I was here too. Easily remedied though," she said, stripping off her cheerleading tshirt and shorts and revealing her tanned, toned body to the hungry eyes of both her petite girlfriend and the strange woman vigorously stroking the dildo at the foot of the bed. The juxtaposition of that look of carnal need on Nikki's sweet, innocent face never failed to get Madison's motor running, but as she went to grab her lover's head and pull it down to her crotch her hands somehow bumped into Nikki's boobs, which oddly seemed much larger than they normally were. She adjusted her aim and tried again. Nikki, of course, was more than happy to submit to her mistress's desires, and began eagerly licking away.

Cassandra watched with glee as Maddie, who had been completely straight not five minutes ago, forcefully pushed the incredibly willing Nicole down into her lap, while Professor Streater jacked the dildo as she watched them, driving it into her clit and filling her with pleasure. When they finally finished a few minutes later, however, Cassandra decided that it was time to change them back and send them home so that she could have some private fun of her own.

She walked over to the bed and held the small hand mirror out to the two women cuddling in the afterglow. As their original personalities returned, Nicole and Maddie slowly became aware that they were naked in each other's arms, clearly having just had sex. They immediately pushed away from each other in disgust and began dressing, angry at the pleasant tingles still pulsing between their legs that had clearly come at the other's hands (and tongues), even if they couldn't remember it.

Cassandra couldn't help but tease them as they dressed, and quipped "You two really should work on your relationship problems - you make such a cute couple!"

They gave her a withering look as she walked over to the foot of the bed where the professor was still playing with the strap-on and held the mirror in front of her face.

Professor Alexis Streater slowly came to, and sighed in resignation and embarrassment at the realization that she was naked on the bed wearing a strap-on, with a soreness coming from her clitoris that let her know that it had seen considerable action. She calmly unstrapped herself, put her pants back on, and walked back over to the remains of her blouse and bra to cover as much of her nakedness as she could, before heading back over the door to prepare to leave. She was disappointed at how easily she had been duped, and at how easily she had succumbed to the mirror's influence, but there was nothing to be done, she couldn't remember who she had become or what she had done, and she had to focus instead on how she could save herself and her students from Cassandra in the future.

"Ok everyone, same time next week! That is, unless you want to come back, of course!" Cassandra taunted, her hand already playing with her inner thigh, clearly eager for them to leave so she could have some time to herself. "Remember to look in the mirror above the door on your way out!"

A few seconds later it was all over. The three women were climbing the stairs to the first floor, uncomfortable at their inability to remember what had happened, but all incredibly eager to come back and risk experiencing it again nonetheless.

Chapter 3: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The following week, Maddie got the terrifying news from her mom that her younger sister, Kendal, had a few days off school, and would be coming to stay with her in her dorm. She tried to convince her mom that it would be a bad idea, but nothing she said made any difference, and it only resulted in her being called ungrateful. For some reason she hadn't been able to bring herself to tell her mom the real reason she didn't want her sister here, and before she knew it, her sister was on her way.

To be honest, the whole mirror situation wasn't the only reason Maddie was hesitant to have her sister visit. Maddie loved her sister, but they were very different people, and rarely got along. Kendal was a perfectionist, and extremely concerned with tidiness, which had made her a nightmare to grow up with, She thought highly of herself, and made efforts to let everyone know just how refined and high class she was, though she had had the same upper middle-class upbringing as Maddie. She had even started imitating the Transatlantic accent from old movies in an attempt to sound more posh than her Nebraska upbringing would suggest. Even worse, she was a senior in high school, had just turned 18, and thought she knew everything. She had also recently come out to their parents as ace, which hadn't surprised Maddie, since Kendal had never shown any interest in anyone other than herself, especially in a sexual way.

The day of both her sister's visit and her next scheduled trip to Cassandra's room inevitably arrived, and Maddie was ready for the delicate knock on her door when it came in the middle of the afternoon.

"Ah, hello Maddie dahling," she said when Maddie opened the door.

Maddie rolled her eyes. "Hi Kendal." Their mom said that the whole accent thing was just a phase, but Maddie wasn't so certain, and as much as she hated to admit it, it actually kinda suited her.

They went to grab dinner in the cafeteria, with Kendal complaining about the quality of the food the entire time, before heading back to Maddie's room to relax.

Eventually, however, eight o'clock drew near, and Maddie found herself getting up and beginning to make her way downstairs.

"Where are you going Maddie?"

"Don't worry about it. Stay here," she responded.

"No way, I'm going with you!" Kendal said, hopping up and following her big sister out the door.

Maddie was unable to stop herself from making her way to the basement, and unable to stop her sister from following her, so minutes later the two girls found themselves at the top of the final flight of stairs going down just as Nicole and Professor Streater arrived. The three regulars were dressed as they usually were, with Maddie showing off her toned legs under a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt, Nicole leaving nothing about her curvy body to the imagination with a tiny skirt, no underwear, and a tight maroon tank top with generous cleavage, and Professor Streater dressed professionally, if frumpily, in a brown pantsuit and frilly blouse. Kendal stuck out from the other three in her tasteful sundress that accented her slim body's feminine curves without being overtly sexual.

"Who's this?" Nicole taunted.

"My little sister. Leave her alone, Nicole."

Nicole snorted in laughter. "You brought your little sister here?? You're dumber than I thought!"

"Why on earth would you bring her with you?" the professor asked.

"I didn't have a choice! I told her to stay in my dorm room, but she wouldn't, and it's not like I could just not come!" The other two nodded, understanding perfectly. At that moment, the clock struck eight, and the four of them carefully made their way down the stairs and walked through the large door at the bottom.

As they entered the hidden room in the basement for a third time, Cassandra's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the sight of Kendal. "Well, who is this lovely young thing?"

"She's my sister. Please leave her out of this, Cassandra - she hasn't done anything wrong."

"Maddie, you wound me. You know that nobody's forced to do anything they don't want to here. How old are you, my dear?"

"I just tuhned eighteen," Kendal said, looking around the room in awe at the rich furnishings - this was just her style, and the huge, ornate mirror in the middle of the room was the perfect centerpiece. "I love what you've done down heah, especially that amazing mirrah. It's all very classic."

"Why thank you child. You should go have a look in it - it really ties the room together," Cassandra responded enticingly, winking at Maddie and the others.

"Ok!" Kendal gushed in youthful excitement, before skipping over to the mirror and looking into its polished surface before Maddie could stop her.

"No!" Maddie yelled, running over to grab her sister and try to pull her out from in front of the mirror, but she was too late. Kendal's mouth was already slack as she stared with dull eyes into her reflection, unable to look away, and no matter how hard Maddie pulled, she wouldn't budge. Maddie knew that her sister's personality was currently being overwritten by the mirror, and that there was nothing she could do, so she briefly glanced into the mirror herself to try to get an idea of who her sister would become. She was utterly shocked by her sister's nearly unrecognizable reflection, before her gaze was pulled over to the familiar angry stare of Madison, and she began to care less and less about what happened to her sister, and more and more about getting some alone time with her petite, submissive girlfriend, or any other girl that happened to be nearby at the time.

Kendal was confused - she felt compelled to continue looking at the mirror, but the longer she stared, the further her thoughts drifted. And her reflection didn't look anything like her! The woman staring out of the mirror was much older than she was, first of all, with strong freckles and a deep farmer's tan complementing the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes from long days out in the sun, but that couldn't be right, since Kendal was proud of her clear skin and avoided the sun to keep it healthy. Furthermore, this woman was much larger than she was, with a protruding belly, and mature breasts swollen by years of use both by her lovers and by her children, poorly covered by the loose overalls she was wearing. She still looked a bit like Kendal though, to the extent that Kendal might have thought the reflection was her mother's, if not for the obvious blue collar roots and uncharacteristic plumpness.

As Kendal stared with discomfort into the laid-back eyes of the freckled, pudgy face in the mirror, however, she began to be a bit jealous of her double's easygoing manner, and realized that she really didn't have to be so prim and proper all the time. She tried to hide it, but she was a country girl at heart, and there was nothing wrong with that. She saw how ridiculous her affected accent was, and resolved to fully lean into her rural, country twang instead. From now on she'd be true to herself. There was just no reason to be so uptight all the time; most things would work themselves out if you gave them a chance to, and those that wouldn't usually weren't worth the effort anyhow.

Feeling better about her new, carefree outlook on life, Kendal's attention was drawn back to her reflection's appearance. She realized that her initial impression had been too harsh - this was the body of a strong woman who accepted and loved herself for who she was, and didn't feel the need to put on airs to impress others. Kendal was again struck by the simple wisdom of this realization, and was glad she had adopted that outlook at such a young age. She accepted that her own belly, swollen tits, and wrinkles were the sign of a life well lived, and of a person who knew how to enjoy their body. Speaking of which, she realized that her initial disinterest in sex had stemmed from her mistaken belief that she was above her peers, and was too good for the pleasure that they could bring her. Looking at her reflection's well-worn body, which was feeling more and more familiar to her, however, she saw all of the pleasure an ignorant young girl could easily cheat herself out of by thinking too highly of herself. In her many years of experience, Kendal had quickly learned that letting others do stuff to her body felt good, so she'd let as many people as possible do so as often as possible, male or female, young or old.

Kendal's eyes drifted over to her sister, who was apparently looking into the mirror with her, and she felt her mind grow fuzzy again as the details of their relationship somehow began to grow... clouded. Maddie had always been relatively nice to her, but they had never had much in common, and she had always felt like Maddie had never taken her seriously, or deferred to Kendal's age and wisdom. It was time she started showed Kendal the respect she deserved. After all, Kendal had carried the ungrateful brat for 9 months and given birth to her, hadn't she? She remembered how easy her pregnancy had been, and how natural it had felt. She also remembered how natural the night of pleasure with a random stranger had felt that had given her Maddie in the first place. He had been a city boy who had thought her country accent was sexy, and apparently thought her country body was even sexier, since he had eagerly deposited load after load into her fertile, unprotected pussy before heading back to the city, never to be heard from again.

Kendal hadn't minded though. She liked being a woman, and feeling her body swell with life had been part of that experience. She rubbed her small hands up and down the soft fabric of the sundress covering her slim, virginal, 18 year old body as she looked at her buxom figure in the mirror, remembering how her mature body had stayed swollen, soft and jiggly after that first pregnancy, her nipples and areolas visible large and dark under the thin straps of her overalls. The men had liked her mom bod, and the women had too, she thought wistfully, licking her lips at the memory of the pleasure the tongues of all of her curvy, feminine lovers had brought to her sensitive body over the years. She had felt proud when Madison had come out to her as a lesbian, both because of the trust that Madison had showed in her as a mother, and because they could bond over their mutual taste in pussy. The fact that it meant more dick for Kendal as well was just a bonus.

In the meantime, Madison was so obsessed with her own thoughts of getting laid that she didn't even notice as her younger sister became her mother. When she finally looked over and met her mom's wrinkled gaze in the mirror, she remembered all of the sexy stories - and women - they had shared over the years. Madison rolled her eyes at the sight of her mom wearing nothing but a pair of overalls; she wasn't surprised, since she knew how much of a slut her mom was, which was why Madison had never known her father. Not that any of this bothered her, of course. It was none of her business, and hell, her mom was probably where she'd gotten her own love of polyamory from. It was definitely where she'd learned to lick a pussy properly.

As the two were (re-)discovering themselves, Cassandra glanced down at her hand mirror to see what the exact nature of the changes were.

Kendal Lancaster POSH > REDNECK
UPTIGHT > LAID BACK SLIM > CURVY ACE > PAN CRAVES SEX WITH NO ONE > CRAVES SEX WITH EVERYONE 18 AND VIRGINAL > MIDDLE-AGED WITH DECADES OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE

Kendal Lancaster and Madison Lancaster SISTERS > MOTHER AND DAUGHTER

Cassandra lowered the mirror practically quaking with arousal. The sisters' newly discovered relationship with each other, and their shared extreme sexuality, was almost more than she could stand. She was so incredibly tempted to break her one rule, and insert herself into the sexual hijinks that were sure to ensue with these two in the room.

Madison was finally able to look away from her mother's gaze in the mirror, and, remembering the first few times she had come to in this strange room, immediately looked down at her clothes. This time she was prepared for the mild dysphoria she felt seeing the casual cheerleader/sorority girl outfit she once again found herself in, and even pulled the shorts up a bit and tied up her tshirt to show off her tight ass and toned abs more clearly, while she looked around the room to take stock of her current situation.

Kendal was discovering her own odd clothing, tugging on the small sundress that fit her petite body like a glove as though it were uncomfortably tight across her bust and hips. Once she had it situated over her belly as best she could, she pulled the chest straps of the dress down and to the sides a bit to show off more of her massive cleavage, not realizing that she had fully revealed her slim figure's small breasts and pert nipples in the process.

"Madison, look at this here dress I'm wearin'! It looks right purty!" she said, eager to show off to her daughter. The small sundress was something she might have worn decades ago, and seeing herself in a pretty number like this again was bringing back a strong dose of sexually-charged nostalgia.

"Mom, how on earth did you manage to pour yourself into that tiny thing?" Madison asked. "You look like a tramp!"

As Kendal continued to check herself out, Madison looked across the room and noticed Nicole for the first time.

"Nikki! What on earth happened to you? You look so odd, like you've put on about forty pounds, and in all of the right places too! Get over here bitch, and let me get my hands on that sexy body!" Nicole remembered how much she had wanted just this to happen, for Maddie's sexy alter-ego to come on to her like this, but the bizarre experience she had had last week with the altered Professor Streater, combined with the odd way this new Maddie had called her sister "Mom" and her "Nikki", had Nicole a bit weirded out at the whole thing.

"No thanks, I think I'll just stay over here with the professor today," Nicole said, drawing back a few steps, almost defensively.

Confused and, surprisingly, even a bit hurt, Madison turned to her mother to explain the situation. "Mom, this is my girlfriend Nikki that I was telling you about, but she's acting really weird. Last time I was here, I heard them saying that the mirror changes you - I think they made Nikki look in that mirror, and she changed into this weird girl. If we can make her look in the mirror again, she may change back!"

"Awright then, let's go git her!" Kendal stomped over to where the usually confident Nicole was practically cringing in fear, grabbed her by the arm, and started yanking her over toward the mirror.

"What are you doing, you crazy bitch! Let me go!" Nicole yelled as the small teenage girl's surprising strength overpowered her and she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the mirror's calm surface, full of dangerous potential.

"Y'all need to come with me now, and look in this here mirror!" Kendal finished dragging the much larger Nicole over to the mirror, and held her steady while Madison opened her eyes and forced her to look at her meek, petite reflection. Immediately Nicole felt the fight go out of her, and began to feel more and more comfortable with the sensation of being firmly held in another woman's powerful arms as her desire for the fairer sex flared back up, and she began to hope the strong woman holding her in place might take advantage of her in her weakened state. Kendal was looking into the mirror as well to ensure that whatever was supposed to happen to Nikki happened, but once the busty girl in her arms stopped resisting, she felt her own eyes drawn to the girl in the mirror, and was surprised at the petite vixen she found reflected there.

Madison looked into the mirror as well, just in case that would help Nikki find herself, but her girlfriend and her mom had already locked eyes with each other, and Madison had no choice but to wait passively, frozen in place, as her lover and mother became more and more familiar with each other. As Madison's mind calmy accepted the new sexual relationship between her mom and her girlfriend, Kendal's tight grip on Nikki's arms loosened slightly, and she began to slide her hands up and down the familiar curves of what she now saw as her own petite little lover, in addition to being her daughter's girlfriend. Nikki's squirming had long since stopped being about escape, and was now due her increasing arousal at the hands of her girlfriend's eager and experienced mother.

Cassandra watched the busty goth's large tits jiggle as Maddie's tiny sister manhandled them, and slowly came up behind the three women and looked into the mirror with them, unable to hold herself back anymore. She smiled through her spectacles at her complete lack of a reflection, and admired the differences between the three women and their doubles as she brought up her hand mirror once more to see the changes.

Kendal Lancaster and Nicole Anderson UNACQUAINTED > DISCREET LOVERS

When the three girls were finally released from the mirror's grasp, Kendal found herself free to explore her young companion further. When she slid her hand under Nikki's short skirt and found her naked pussy waiting, already wet with arousal, she felt herself flush with excitement.

"Little Nikki, wearing a short skirt and no undergarments? That's not like y'all at all!" she whispered intensely into the girl's ear, feeling the girl shiver at her hot breath.

"Mrs. Lancaster, we can't do this anymore! Madison is my girlfriend, and it feels wrong to have... relations... with her mother so often," Nikki said. Tellingly, however, she made no effort to extricate herself from her mature lover's embrace, and in fact sank into it even further as the older woman nibbled her earlobe, sending embarrassed tingles up and down her spine. When she realized that she had somehow forgotten to wear panties once again, she blushed with shame at her own wantonness even as she softly thrust herself down onto Kendal's hand, unable to resist her own carnal urges as the practiced fingers teased apart the her slick labia and slowly made their way into her uncovered depths. Nikki justified her promiscuous behavior with the clear enjoyment Mrs. Lancaster was getting from taking advantage of her, and knew that Madison was well aware of how strong her submissive urge to please others was, especially with her body.

Madison just laughed, filling Nikki with a healthy dose of relief, embarrassment, and arousal. "It's ok, bitch. I fuck other women all the time, and I know you can't resist the affections of an assertive woman. And it's not like I didn't know what you two have been doing - I've been enjoying myself watching you for months!"

As Madison joined what she saw as her milfy mother and petite, submissive lover in their tryst, Cassandra made her way back over to where Professor Streater was standing in the corner with her face to the wall.

"Hello Professor. You don't want to join the activities today?"

"Absolutely not. I have no desire to replace my personality with some one else's. Last week was an accident, and it won't happen again," the professor said resolutely, still refusing to face her captor.

"But you had so much fun last week! We all did! And you remember what it felt like to look in the mirror - it'll be nice, like a dream," Cassandra wheedled.

"But I can't even remember what I did!" the professor yelled.

"That just means that whatever happened isn't your fault, and that you're not responsible for those actions. And look how much fun the others are having!"

The professor glanced over toward the center of the room, not realizing that Cassandra had turned the mirror to face her before coming over. She was momentarily surprised by the erect cock pressing against the tight gym shorts of the muscular young man facing her back out of the mirror, clearly visible even across the room, but even as she realized how she had been duped, she felt a surge of pride at how big that cock was as a familiar sensation of intoxicating strength and virility began to flow through her. She had to admit, Cassandra was right about how good it felt to feel so young and, well, sexual. She found herself walking over to the mirror to see his body better, flexing as he went, as he once again felt himself filling with an intense, testosterone-fueled desire to sink his sensitive cock into a tight, receptive little pussy. He hadn't really thought past that point, about how that pussy would probably soon have him spurting inside of it. Intellectually he knew the risks what could happen if he wasn't careful, of course, but the instinct was too strong for him to resist, and he was entirely too young to worry about things like consequences.

Once he stopped admiring his muscles and straining cock in the mirror, Alex looked down in dismay to once again find that he was wearing a frumpy women's business suit. Remembering how well things had gone for him last time he found himself in this predicament, however, he decided to strip to his boxers, leaving Cassandra to enjoy the view as the petite professor practically ripped off her own clothes, her cute little tits bouncing appealingly with the exertion of getting herself out of her offensive garments. Once she was wearing nothing but boy shorts that she pulled tight to clearly outline her plump cameltoe, Cassandra watched her look around the room hungrily, her eyes settling on the three cute coeds making their way toward the bed in the center of the room.

Alex recognized the hot curvy slut that he'd emptied his cock into last week, as well as what had seemed to be her girlfriend after she got all weird, but there was a new girl this time, and she was quite the piece of eye candy. She was in the process of stripping off a sundress, revealing a petite body that had an inviting softness to it, as opposed to the leggy, more muscular petite girl beside her. Looking at their nubile young bodies in a clear state of arousal was more than Alex could stand, so he began to make his way over, stripping off his boxers along the way, unable to resist his eager cock's instinctual desire to slide itself into the new girl's soft little pussy.

Kendal looked over at the cute little mid-30s woman making her way over to the bed, stark naked, titties shaking as she proudly strode her way over. "Mind if I join?" the woman asked confidently, as she absentmindedly strapped a dildo onto herself and began stroking it.

"Come on then! The more the merrier!" Kendal said, almost taken aback by the other woman's surprising assertiveness, but, eager for a new experience, she allowed Madison to take over for her in the important task of roughly driving petite little Nikki to orgasm. Kendal bent herself over the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide to allow the large dildo full access to the ready pussy dripping with anticipation between her large, cushiony asscheeks, framed by her wide birthin' hips and thick thighs.

Alex couldn't believe his luck. Just the girl he'd had his eye on had practically thrown herself at him, just like last time, and he wasted no time in positioning himself behind her, rubbing his hands over her petite, creamy young thighs and tight, firm ass, before grabbing on to her narrow hips and sliding his dick inch by exhilarating inch into her tight, wet canal. He finally bottomed out, feeling his dick jerk with pleasure and satisfaction, before withdrawing and setting up a nice rhythm inside this new young slut.

As Kendal enjoyed the familiar sensation of being pleasantly fucked by a dildo strapped to a hot woman, she suddenly remembered something. "Ah almost forgot; ah think you're s'posed to look in the mirror before you fuck. It's a rule or sumthin'."

"Whatever," Alex said, willing to do literally anything to stay inside this fresh young pussy as he felt the familiar tightening sensation just beginning within his balls. As the two of them looked into the mirror though, Alex was surprised to discover that what he'd thought was a cute little co-ed was actually a mature, curvy milf. He continued to pump himself in and out of her, of course - fucking his stepmom was one of his favorite pastimes - but he'd had her so many times that he was starting to crave someone fresher and younger. Even so, he could definitely see what his dad had seen in her before he passed - the woman was insatiable, and the pussy was like a vacuum. He could usually only stand a few strokes inside his experienced stepmom once she decided to start milking him before he shot himself off like a geyser inside of her.

Kendal, for her part, was focused on the reflection of the hard dick hanging off this young stud, her second husband's son from a previous marriage, as it pistoned in and out of her in building need. She decided she'd let him think he was lasting a little longer this time before tightening her muscles and driving him over the edge, which would send him spurting deep into her cunt, as usual. She was glad they weren't actually related, especially with how often they fucked and how casual she was with her birth control. She grinned evilly at Alex's hot, young reflection in the mirror, tightened herself around him, and he moaned in surprise and pleasure as he found himself cumming inside his sexy stepmom yet again.

Madison and Nikki looked up at the commotion, met Alex's eyes in the mirror, and sighed passively as their reserved former professor became a young, insatiably horny male member of their family. Madison briefly thought about how gross it was for her step-brother to be fucking her mom again. If she wasn't more careful, she was gonna get knocked up again. Oh well, it was none of her business, and Nikki's tongue was so distracting...

Cassandra walked over to the orgy on the bed and looked down at her mirror to see the final round of changes.

Alexis Streater and Kendal Lancaster UNRELATED > STEPMOTHER AND STEPSON

Madison Lancaster and Alexis Streater UNRELATED > STEPSIBLINGS

Cassandra's knees went weak at the sight of all of these women thinking they were related fucking each other, and she staggered against the bed as her arousal got the better of her. At that exact moment, however, Alex's passionate flailing as he came inside his stepmom got a little too wild, and his elbow slammed into Cassandra's cheek, knocking off her spectacles.

She bent down to pick them up and was glancing around to regain her balance when she suddenly realized that she was looking fully into the mirror, completely unprotected. Taken aback by what she saw, she instinctively tried to look away, but a childlike curiosity suddenly overcame her, and she realized that she wanted to look for just a few more seconds, to see what her reflection looked like more closely. It was already too late, of course, and she was long past the point of being able to avert her gaze.

The full weight of what she had accidentally done began to sink in, even as her precious control slipped away from her. She had thought of herself as a strong person, clever, with an unbreakable will, but now she realized just how fragile her own personality and reality were as they began to crumble around her. For so long she had believed that she was the one in charge, that she controlled the mirror, but now she knew that she was just as susceptible to its power - the mirror was the one in charge here, and she had merely been its pawn. Her hand unclasped, and her small hand mirror fell to the floor and shattered.

Cassandra had always been obsessed with control, but now that she was being forced to give it up, she felt so unburdened and carefree, as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, leaving her light and free to enjoy life. As she continued to stare into her reflection, she saw the excitement in her double's gaze, and thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Her reflection's eyes stared up at hers, wide with innocence and wonder, and Cassie couldn't help but be infected by that intense curiosity, letting out a giddy giggle at her reflection, at the hole in her smile where her front teeth had fallen out, and at the way her curls bounced in the mirror. She looked down at the dress her reflection was wearing - she looked like a princess! She was so glad that mommy had allowed her to play dress-up today! She was going to have so much fun!

Cassie looked around the mirror’s reflection and saw other people there as well! She gave them a toothy grin as her eyes were drawn to each of theirs in turn, vaguely aware of the fact that some part of her was changing subtly as she did so.

The others had all glanced over at the sound of Alex banging into Cassandra and her glasses falling to the floor, and they were all quickly trapped in the mirror together as each of them learned their new relationship with little Cassie.

Alex was briefly confused by the sight of the little girl in the mirror beside him, but then a paternal protectiveness began growing within him, and once he was freed from the mirror’s grasp he managed to persuade his young daughter to get back off the bed so they could go play somewhere together and leave the rest of the family to their activities.

Meanwhile, Madison and Nikki each stared into the cute child’s eyes for a few seconds before sharing a knowing, longsuffering look at Madison's little sister's antics, before getting back to the much more important task of giving each other a seemingly endless series of orgasms.

Kendal grinned as she watched her sexy stepson playing with their daughter. She remembered the night little Cassie had been conceived: she had warned Alex that it wasn't safe, but then had given his sensitive young cock one of her patented pussy massages anyway, knowing full well that the horny stud wouldn't be able to resist. Well, not only had he not pulled out - that rascal had sunk himself up to the hilt and started spurting balls deep. The thick cum from his virile young body had been more than her fertile pussy could handle, and he had plumb knocked her up. There hadn't been another accident since little Cassie, but with the insatiable Alex riding her bareback as often as he did and continually cumming in her unprotected pussy, it was just a matter of time before their little family grew even larger. Looking over at the clock on the wall, however, she noticed that it was way past Cassie's bedtime. "Awright y'all, it's time to head 'em up and move 'em out!"

Everyone let out a collective groan of disappointment, but as easygoing as Mrs. Lancaster was, she was anal when it came to parenting her youngest, and so her slutty daughter and her daughter's cute little gf, along with her stepson holding hands with their little daughter all began to slowly dress and make their way over toward the door.

"I don't know why I'm always wearing some old woman's clothes when I'm in here!" Alex yelled in disgust as he put on the blouse and pantsuit so as not to be indecent when they got outside.

"At least you're not wearing slutty clothes like I am," Nikki commented quietly, and in turn, each of the others complained about their clothes as well. All with the exception of little Cassie, who absolutely loved the green gown she had found herself in.

As they approached the door, words crawled across the broken shards of the hand mirror back over by the bed, completely unnoticed by the happy family.

Cassandra Morgana YOUNG ADULT > YOUNG CHILD MATURE > IMMATURE SERIOUS > FUN-LOVING CONTROLLING > CAREFREE

Madison Lancaster, Kendal Lancaster, Nicole Anderson, Alexis Streater, and Cassandra Morgana MISCELLANEOUS > HAPPY HOUSEHOLD

"This place is so neat - I can't wait to come back here tomorrow!" the usually apathetic Madison said excitedly.

"I know!" Nikki said. "It was so much fun!"

Everyone echoed their sentiments, but when they finally got over to the door, it didn't seem to want to open.

"Y'all, how do we get outta here?"

"Gotta look inna miwwow!" Cassie said knowledgeably. She looked up at the mirror, felt her eyes unfocus briefly, and giggled as the door swung open.

The others looked into the mirror in turn, before the happy family ventured out of the basement together, suddenly aware that they never wanted to come back to this place again.

Meanwhile, back in Cassandra's room, the mirror stood alone on its pedestal, patiently waiting to assist the next person in need of some self-reflection.