Mirror (short story)

After asking around, I finally managed to borrow a small mirror. It was a simple thing, the glass a little worn and cloudy, but it would serve its purpose. Up until that moment, the only reflections I had seen of myself were in the still surface of a pond or the occasional half transparent reflections of some of the windows here. And in all those instances, I had been fully dressed in my nun's habit. Sure, I had seen my face, framed by the head piece with black veil, but beyond that, my body remained a mystery, hidden under layers of modest fabric.

I had seen many cg’s of her but that was in the game and they couldn’t compare to seeing it in real life.

And you couldn’t really objectively judge yourself from your own perspective either.

Sure I knew my tits were large but how did they look compared to my frame and what about the rest of my body?

Curiosity had always been a part of me, though, and now that I had the chance, I couldn’t resist the urge to see more. With the mirror in hand, I retreated to my room where no one would disturb me.

It felt awkward at first, standing there, inspecting myself and later holding the mirror up to inspect parts of this body that I had never really taken the time to look at before. But as I began to explore, my curiosity only deepened. When I finally turned around to get a better look at my backside, I was a bit surprised. My butt, I realised, had a certain shape to it—heart-shaped, or at least that’s the best way I can describe it. The soft curve was pronounced, with a subtle fullness that gave it a pleasing roundness.

I also noticed that my pussy was peeking out from behind as I had a natural thigh gap. Pulling one cheek from below also pulled my pussy open at-least partially.

My ass was pretty bouncy I noticed which I found somewhat amusing. I hadn’t expected that, and I couldn’t help but stare for a moment longer, playing around turning slightly to see it from different angles, fascinated by how it sprung back into shape and jiggle a bit after.

How did I find this out, you might wonder? Well, here’s where the story takes a slightly embarrassing turn. I have to shamefully admit that in my exploration, I decided to try twerking—just a bit, mind you. I had heard about it before, seen a few videos with girls doing it, and I figured, how hard could it be?

The answer? Harder than expected . It seems there’s much more to twerking than just shaking your butt. I attempted a few experimental shakes, but my body didn't seem to cooperate the way I imagined or I just didn’t knew how to do it right. What I had envisioned as a smooth, rhythmic motion turned into something awkward and clumsy even if still attractive simply due to this body.

The mirror reflected my embarrassment back at me, and I quickly abandoned the effort, feeling both sheepish and amused.

Still, despite my twerking mishap, the whole experience allowed me to get more familiar with my new body.

Well last but not least the main reason I borrowed it was to inspect that part of me.

Lying down on the bed, I felt a strange mix of anticipation and curiosity. This body was now mine but I was still pretty unfamiliar with it. And now, with the mirror placed between my thighs, I had the opportunity to inspect the most intimate part of myself for the first time.

I adjusted the mirror carefully, angling it just right until I could finally see a clear reflection of my pussy. The sight took me by surprise, though I wasn’t sure why. I had lived in this body for a few days now, but seeing it from this perspective, so raw and unfiltered, felt different—almost surreal. The soft folds of my lips, the slight parting as I shifted my thighs, revealed the delicate pink underneath.

I took a moment just to look, observing the contours and shapes I hadn’t known in detail before. There was something almost fascinating about it. The game’s CGs had depicted similar scenes, but the real thing was undeniably different—there was a sense of depth and texture here that no digital rendering could capture.

I reached down and gently traced a finger along the outer edge, the sensation causing a slight shiver to run through me. It felt... odd but not unpleasant I wasn’t really aroused right now at least not much but Claire was very sensitive definitely a-lot more than I had been.

More than anything, it was the novelty of finally exploring this part of myself, the part that had been hidden and I really couldn’t see from my perspective. My fingers brushed the soft skin and I noticed how the small movements caused subtle changes in the reflection. My lips would shift slightly, parting or closing depending on how I moved, and it fascinated me in a way that I hadn’t anticipated.

The whole experience was intimate, but not in a purely sexual sense—it was more about discovery, about understanding this body that I lived with. Every curve, every angle was new to me. And as I continued to observe, I found a strange sense of satisfaction in becoming familiar with it.

I smiled softly to myself, feeling a little more at ease in my skin. Even though the twerking experiment had been a bit of a disaster, and the whole experience left me blushing, it was still worth it bringing the mirror along.

And I already knew what I would try tonight.

(Some other mirror scenes for later)