Examine your new form in the mirror

You are drawn irresistibly to the mirror. You twirl in front of it, watching the nightie lift to show your pert little bottom. You long to see yourself altogether and, almost without thinking, slip off the nightie.

Your naked body glows in the mirror. As you run your hands down your sides, you notice that your previously flat chest seems to have grown small but perky little breasts right in front of your eyes. You stare entranced at your new form. Your cock hangs limp between your legs, but you feel a strange excitement in your body.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement--the window seems to be dissolving. There is a wide balcony outside overlooking a forest.

As you turn back to the mirror, you realize something else is also strange. The woman (?!) in the mirror is still you, but now she is not mirroring your motions. She is calling you forward. You reach out to touch the glass--but it is not glass--you can feel her finger touching yours as you push through.

Do you: