Cleaning his hands, mirror envy

Max washed his hands and glanced at the mirror. He envied it for seeing Alex' sister nude.

A stray thought crossed his mind, thinking back to the note in his pocket. How cool wouldn't it be with a magical mirror that could show the past, adjust the present and foresee the future?

Max chuckled and imagined some magical functions, tossing a dozen mana points into it. He imagines it should be intuitive and able to adjust the image it sees based upon generic intent, not sliders and spreadsheets. Max wasn't as fascinated with programming and nerdy games like Alex or Jamie. His envy of the nerdier friends subconsciously added a certain sting to the enchantment he was weaving, giving it a trickster mentality and capability to actually play ironic twists on fools.

Max dried his hands on a towel, glanced around the bathroom and thought about Alice for a moment. Meanwhile mana flowed from him into the mirror. Within a few seconds the flow stopped, the changes Max desired applied in a very lackadaisical fashion.

The mirror dimmed and a eerie face that looked like a grey theatrical mask appeared in it, scrutinizing the unaware Max. It blinked with its empty eyes, and smirked a toothless smile as it caught up on Max' desires, fading away before he turned back to the mirror.

"What the fuck..?" Max said as he looked at the mirror and froze.

In it he no longer saw his own reflection, but someone else's. Max thought the mirror now felt more like a window into another room, or some fancy motion-tracking console to simulate a room. And it was Alice's reflection, strolling about in slow motion reverse.

"What the fuck?" Max whispered as he saw Alice lean in and scrutinize her make-up, before beginning to un-apply it. Max raised his eyebrows as he begun realizing something had happened to the mirror. "Fucking hell. It worked?" he said after a moment waving at the mirror and seeing no sign of himself, or a response from Alice. "Is this a recording, or something else?" he asked as he focused on her and locked her gaze.

Suddenly she stopped moving, beyond looking him straight in the eyes, and a moment later she took on the pose of Max, positioned where his mirror would be. As well as someone one and a half foot shorter than Max could at least. Which felt very eerie when their eyes were still meeting.

"What the fuck is this..." Max said as he looked at the look of confusion on Alice's face mirroring his own. But, he stopped once he realized she was repeating his words too, with no delay. In fact, he could swear he heard her say them, muffled, but in sync with him.

"Holy shit, she's copying my movements and what I say," they both said as they stepped back and gave each other a stand-offish look, getting the same attitude in return. "Don't give me that look girl," they both continued and pointed a finger at each other, getting the same response.

"Fuck, fine, you asked for it," they both said as Max grabbed at something on his shirt that wasn't there, but Alice grabbed hold of her robe and pulled it open.

Alice smiled and shifted her weight as Max' gaze faltered and looked down at her naked body, the synchronization beginning to devolve into something unscripted but with intent according to Max' instincts. "Well look at you," they both said, Alice shifting her weight, her crotch on full display. "This is some hilarious shit," they chuckled and Alice gave him a twirl. He realized just thinking about acts would make her do it, but if he locked eyes with her she went into mimicking his actions.

"Okay, what if she put on something else?" he said as he locked eyes with her again.

Her robe morphed into a green two-piece bikini and her glasses appeared on her nose. She pulled at her straps and gave Max a sultry look. "Well shit, that's something else. Now, show me my dream Alice," Max said.

Alice smiled and twirled around as her outfit changed once more. A pair of daisy dukes with white suspenders appeared, a rainbow colored top and thigh socks slid into place. Make-up caked on her face as well, and her skin and demeanor perked up as well, as if she'd spending a lot of time to look as sexy as she did. She was no slouch before as well, but there's a difference between someone training three times a week and three times a day. Then spending the rest of the time looking fuckable from the looks of it.

"Aw hell girl, that's a fucking nice look," Max said, leaning onto the sink and coming close to the mirror. Mirror Alice gave him a show and began stripping off her cut off shorts. Max had not yet noticed that she was staring towards his eyes, waiting eagerly for him to look her in the eyes up close.

(images: Harmony Wonder)