And I can't help but notice you reflect in this heart of mine

Dawn was relieved that Gina had backed off from her teasing. She didn’t appreciate the other girl digging into her the way she kept doing, and it was nice to finally be able to breathe for once. Since Morgana had stopped talking as well, that meant she could finally process things and move forward without feeling constantly aroused.

She had tried to manage things with Morgana’s transformation, and it wasn’t like the effects were debilitating or anything like that. They wore off pretty quickly, all things considered. They were just a bit annoying.

Not enough to make her consider abandoning Morgana as a friend, though. Dawn was more loyal than that.

By the time they made it to the center of the maze, she was fully under control again, and not dominated by her raging hormones.

“Wheew,” Gina whistled as they entered the room. “This the place?”

“Yes,” Dawn nodded. “Dani said that it was in the center of the maze, and that the walls were black and had mirrors hanging from them. It’s got to be here.”

The room was a bit of a maze itself, though a far more open one. It reminded Dawn of an art gallery of some type. The girls entered the room, checking their looks in the different mirrors to try and find ones that would be suited.

“Oh, hey, Morgana, come check this one out!” Gina beckoned the goth girl over. Morgana approached, and saw what Gina was looking at. The punk girl’s appearance in the mirror was rather familiar- because it looked a lot like her!

Gina was still dressed in black, but it wasn’t leather jackets and studded collars that decorated her. Rather, she was wearing a dress that looked like it was featured in an issue of “Gothic Lolita Monthly” with a long billowing black skirt, white lacy frills, and crosses.

And that was just the outfit. As for Gina herself, her skin had gotten a bit of a makeover, turning her a fair bit paler than her normal look. Her eyes were still brown, but they had a piercing quality to them thanks to the shadows that decorated them, and her lips were painted black. Her hair was straightened out for once as well, which made the two of them practically look like sisters.

“What do you think?” Gina looked to Morgana and cracked a grin. “Pretty cool, right? Want me to go with this?”

Morgana shrugged. “If you want to,” she said. She didn’t have any strong feelings whatsoever about other girls dressing like goths.

Her words, on the other hand, stirred something up in Gina’s loins. She bit her lip and stroked her chin thoughtfully as she admired her look in the mirror, and the handcuffs on her wrist jangled around as she did so.

“Hmm… seems a bit derivative, though…” She said, shaking her head. “Maybe I’ll try something else.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. She’d be shocked that Gina could even spell the word “derivative”.

That didn’t stop her from quickly scooting over and checking it out, though. Just to see if the mirror could give her a bit of a boost up top. Black clothes weren’t so bad, and Morgana WAS the quintessential “big titty goth girlfriend” so maybe those credits were transferable!

She was sadly mistaken. The Dawn reflected back to her was certainly a goth- she wore the same style of frilly, lacy dress, only it clung to a figure that was still petite and svelte. The outfit tried to accommodate for this by not emphasizing her chest, but that didn’t change anything for her. Heck, she even still had her ears and tail! In spite of the makeup, the pale skin, and the dyed hair, she wouldn’t get the kind of transformation she wanted.

Dawn sighed and walked away, going to look for another mirror.

The next one she found didn’t help much in that respect, either.

“A sexy nurse?! You’ve gotta be kidding!” She groaned. Having spent so much of her life working towards a medical degree, to see her professional appearance be replaced by a skanky-looking girl with a barely-there top and a skirt so short it could serve as a necklace, Dawn just felt sick to her stomach. She wasn’t pleased by the bubbly, vacant expression in the other girl’s eyes, either, and she frowned. It seemed that while Dani had gotten mirrors that had only slightly altered her physique, those weren’t the norm. They were all over, basically transforming the girls into walking fetishes.

“Oooh, now this one I like,” Gina purred.

Dawn’s ears perked up as she heard that. She walked over to spy on the other girl, and see what Gina was working with.

She nearly fell over laughing.

“Well? What do you think, Dawn? Is it me?” Gina cackled.

The Gina Dawn saw in the mirror was nearly naked, like a lot of the reflections. But this one wore a fur print bikini and had a muscular physique. Her hair was still dark, but even wilder than before, and she carried a jagged rock club in her hand.

“Me Gina, me make fire,” Gina grunted like a cavewoman, scratching beneath her armpit. “Me clonk Nick on head, drag back to cave, ook ook.”

Dawn and Morgana devolved into fits of laughter, even though Dawn didn’t understand why. She shouldn’t have found something that immature this funny, and yet she couldn’t deny that she did.

Oh good lord. The more time I’m spending around her, the dumber I’m becoming, she thought, shivering. That was a notion terrifying enough to scare her back to sobriety.

“I-I’m going to look for something else,” Dawn said, shaking her head. She didn’t even bother to try and take a peek at what she would look like in that mirror- she didn’t find Neanderthals sexy, and she didn’t know how anyone could.

But one thing she noted from Gina’s reflection was that she wasn’t wearing handcuffs. Both of Dawn’s previous mirrors had kept her cat ears and tail, so she’d assumed that they would be **** to keep the transformations they had. But looking back, that didn’t make sense. After all, Nick had a transformation too- Skeleton Key. She’d written it herself. And yet his transformation had transformed his body into something that definitely did NOT have a penis.

And hadn’t Dani mentioned something about her mirrors giving her back her muscles?

A quick search back through her memories confirmed it, Dani had told the others about the different transformations the mirrors had shown her, some where she still kept her soft and curvaceous figure, and others where it was replaced by muscles.

The handcuffs just confirmed it- the transformations from the mirrors took precedence. If something was out of place, like handcuffs or tattoos on a cavewoman, then they’d be temporarily removed.

This was big. How had they not realized this before?! If someone didn’t like their transformation, they could just reset it by using the mirror! At least for physical transformations, anyway. Dawn doubted that something like Morgana’s diary would be so easily removed.

In the meantime, though, she was curious to experiment and see what she could work with. Maybe she might even get a night without having to worry about her bedmate accidentally rolling over her tail while fast asleep and waking her up with an orgasm!

…A girl could dream, couldn’t she?

While Gina was flying through mirrors like a junkie with a brand new fix, Morgana was a little more cautious. She wasn’t really sure what look she was going for; after all, physically, she really liked herself a lot. She was the sexy big-titted goth of her dreams, after all!

But maybe it would be nice to try something different for a change.

She walked over to the closest mirror and took a look.

An immediate miss, what a shock.

The Morgana looking back at her was so not-Morgana that she didn’t even recognize herself at first. She still had the banging body she’d been given from the transformations, but now it was shoved into a slutty pink and white cheerleader uniform. She had hair so bright and blonde with was practically white, tied up into two pigtails like a bratty little student slut, blue eyes, and big inflated lips. Her mirror counterpart’s skin wasn’t “spray-tan orange” but she had a much healthier complexion in comparison to Morgana’s, another fact that chagrined her.

Yeah… I’m not getting that one. The cheerleaders at Morgana’s high school had been some of her worst enemies; there was no way she was going to become one of them. She’d sooner die!

“What are you thinking about?”

Morgana jumped in shock and fell backwards. She felt something soft against the back of her head, and realized that Gina had been standing right behind her, and had cushioned the fall with her breasts. She took a moment to regroup herself, her face red with shame.

“I just, um… I didn’t want this one,” she stammered, shaking her head. “Looking like this… so inflated and fake, it’s just… it’s not me.”

“You can say that again,” Gina nodded, making a face. Now that Morgana was out of the way, she could see what she looked like for herself, and… yeah, not a fan.

Gina looked perky, dressed up like a cheerleader. Her big smile lacked the ironic edge that Gina loved about her own, and her brown eyes looked so sparkly and optimistic. It stirred something up in Gina’s heart as she stared at her reflection dressed up like she was ready for the after-pep rally orgy, and she wondered for a brief moment if whether or not a more sincere and positive Gina would be something that Nick would like.

She banished those thoughts with a shake of her head. She had more important things to focus on at the moment, like finding a sexy transformation that would make Nick’s cock burst out of his pants with desire!

If she was going to have to go two days without getting a fix, she wanted something that would completely wow him, and fill his balls with so much splooge that he couldn’t even begin to say no to her. Not that he ever did, but… hey, it was fun!

Morgana snuck away and went to go look at another mirror. Her eyes bulged out in shock.

She wasn’t a goth in this one, either. No, she looked kind of like a lumberjack, actually. Not, like, with a beard or anything like that, but she wore a flannel shirt that had a few buttons open to reveal her cleavage, which was significantly more modest, and had the sleeves rolled up to bear some of her muscles. Tight jeans clung to her hips, and ended into thick boots, and her skin had a healthy tanned complexion just a shade lighter than Dani’s. Most shocking of all, though, was the playful expression on her face- Morgana hardly ever looked bold and playful like this. Her hair was chopped short into a tangled mess that was nearly completely contained by a baseball cap, and she seemed to be dressed the part of the perfect tomboy.

No, Morgana didn’t need to wear something like that. She was fine the way she was, at least. Tomboys weren’t quite her thing.

Dawn’s frustrated sigh broke the room, and she stepped away from another mirror in disappointment.

“What’s the matter, Dawn?” Gina called over to her. “You become a dog this time?”

Dawn glared at her. “I’m just looking for ONE mirror here that will give me some big boobs,” she muttered. “Is that so much to ask?”

She was so jaded by failure after failure that it didn’t even bother her that she was confessing her ulterior motives to the two of them. She was too exhausted at this point.

Would she have to try every mirror in the room, or something?

“Hey, come on, Dawn, it’s fine,” Gina said, walking over to her. “You’ll find something, I just know it! So what mirror were you checking out, anyway?”

Dawn sighed and gestured to the girl facing her in the mirror. It was a rather comical difference, and the contrast made Gina burst out laughing.

The studious cat girl Dawn, the short, slightly stuck-up know-it-all that Gina occasionally found to be incredibly annoying, looked…

Exactly like Gina.

As far as her style of outfit went, anyway. True, there was no leather jacket, or punk accessories- she hadn’t gone TOO far down the rabbit hole of alt culture. But the Dawn in the mirror wore a faded hoodie that looked like it had never been washed, and old sweatpants hung off of her, the kind of pants you’d wear if you weren’t really trying that day. Her hair was a mess, not even tied up, and shorter than normal- it sat in a tangled frizzle around her head like she’d just woken up and hadn’t even bothered to brush it (or shower). She wasn’t wearing glasses, so her eyes were on full display- and they had a redness to them that Gina knew far too well.

“Oh my gosh, are you, like, a stoner?!” Gina doubled over, holding her sides in disbelief as she stared incredulously at the woman in the mirror in front of her. Dawn just glumly shook her head, finding it hard to believe that the person she was looking at was actually her.

She didn’t have her cat features, but the mirror couldn’t spend the time to give her a little something up top? Or make her a little taller?

What a rip-off.

“Honestly, I might even be fine, looking like a hot mess like this, if it came with a few physical changes,” Dawn sighed, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe she was actually saying that, but it was true. She really did want to be different… but there was no point to it.

This little expedition was not going the way she’d expected.

Morgana walked over to another mirror, and took a look at her appearance in this one. She was surprised at what she saw. The girl in front of her seemed a lot more adult, even though her body looked a little smaller. What Morgana had lost in breast size and ass, she made up for with about ten years added to her age; going from a gothicc teen just barely into adulthood to a full-blown career woman who looked like she’d stepped right out of a board meeting. Her black hair was pulled into a stern bun and her lips were pinched tight as her eyes glared out ahead. But that was where the professionalism stopped. The outfit she was wearing could never be called “professional” unless someone was talking about the world’s oldest profession. Her blouse clung tightly to every curve, showing off her sculpted figure like a second skin. And there were no pantsuits for Morgana, no chance- a tight pencil skirt showed off enough leg to birth a dozen sexual harassment complaints, all of which would be thrown out immediately. After all, dressed like that, no one could argue that she wasn’t asking for something to happen.

But even as Morgana drooled in admiration of her new appearance, she was conflicted- she liked looking cool and mature and adult. But… she wished that there was some way she could keep her current figure, too.

Maybe there was a mirror that would let her do just that?

It was worth it to try.

The girls wandered through the room, each heading their separate directions. But soon enough, they each found themselves drawn to one mirror or another in particular.

For Dawn, it was obvious which one she eventually settled on.

For starters, she actually had to look up to see her reflection. She was taller! A statuesque beauty, having grown about six inches, with a few more added on top for the sexy heels she was wearing. And boy, that wasn’t the only part of her that was sexy! She had boobs! Actual boobs! They weren’t massive mountains or anything like that, but they were bigger than the ones she’d had from Dani’s transformation. She actually looked like a woman in this mirror, squeezed into skintight pants and a tight tube top. The kind of clothes that Dawn would never wear normally, but in this situation… damn. Maybe if she looked like that, she would have. Her cat features seemed more pronounced now, and her other self wore them well- especially the eyes. They seemed playful, in an almost feline sense, and she swore she could see her reflection licking her lips.

Or maybe that was her. Hard to say with these mirrors.

Morgana was drawn to another mirror too, one that she was certain was perfect for her. This mirror took everything she loved about the office lady one, and turned it up to eleven. Not only did she look older and more mature, but her proportions were completely preserved. And best of all, so was her outfit! She had gone from “awkward teen with a goth phase” to full-blown sexy witch MILF in the blink of an eye as she looked at the pale picture of sinister darkness in front of her, speaking to all her old desires about being a dominating queen. Morgana may have matured a bit since the days of those fantasies (note: less than a week ago, that is) but she couldn’t deny that looking so sexy, and being confident in her sex appeal, judging by the massive cleavage the black robes displayed, was something she wanted badly.

But of all the mirrors in the room, the one Gina found drawn to was the last one she ever thought possible.

Unlike the other girls, who saw new visions of themselves, Gina actually recognized the image staring back at her, and the pure smile on the girl’s lovely features. It was her, back when she had been cursed with that stupid transformation from the beginning that made her a good girl. All smiley and cute, with her straight blonde hair, perfect makeup, pretty teeth, and… ugh. A pink dress. The only thing Gina hated more than the color pink was how good the color pink looked on her.

“This is ridiculous,” she said out loud. “I don’t want to look like this again!”

But she still felt that strange tug. Like a voice in her head was telling her to give it a shot. “What’s the problem?” the voice asked her. “It’s not like you’re stuck with it or anything. It’ll be gone after half a day. Might as well try some experimenting, right?”

The voice raised a good point. It’s not like Gina would be **** to keep it. And she did come here to try something new…

Tapping into desires that she didn’t even know she had, Gina succumbed to the temptation to try being “good” for a change. She wondered what her buddy Mary would say when she showed up at the cooking lesson out-cutesying her.

Just the thought of that was enough to make Gina reach out and touch the mirror.

Dawn and Morgana had already touched theirs.

Three popping sounds echoed in the girls’ ears as they all transformed.