Moxie and ɘixoM

On the inside of your left wrist, there‘s a dotted line with the name Moxie Wild written on it. Hey, that‘s your name! …wait, your name‘s Moxie, not… fuck. Somehow that tattoo has changed your name.

You look at your right wrist, where there‘s a heart outline filled with the name… bliW ɘixoM. You look at the tattoo in the mirror.

Moxie Wild.

Wait a minute. That‘s why you looked so hot in the mirror! You try to look away, but for a split second your eyes meet your reflection‘s, and you can‘t help but stare at them. Your reflection is making bedroom eyes at you, adorned with exactly the right amount of mysterious dark makeup to make them pop, their hazel color perfectly matching your hair. You feel butterflies in your stomach. No woman has ever looked at you like this before. You want to see her naked, in all her glory. And it‘s in your power to do just that.

You quickly take off the rest of your clothes and let your view slide down your gorgeous reflection. She has… YOU have perfectly flaring hips and a small perky butt, but it‘s what‘s in the front that makes you drool from multiple locations. There‘s a perfect virginal fold, framed by a small bush of trimmed hair, and it‘s inviting you to put something, anything in there. You feel that invitation as much as you see it, a longing emptiness between your legs, getting stronger as you step closer to the mirr—

Wait a minute. Is there something underneath your pubic hair? It looks like a pink tattoo of a heart. How did that get there? Is Jake still in the room with you?