Ashley

When Ashley exited the mirror, she was in some sort of sex dungeon. Not exactly what she was expecting, but she's not completely opposed to it. That was until she saw another person in the room.

"My my, is this another pet for me to play with."

This woman was definitely her, but she looked completely different. It was almost like her eyes were filled with nothing but lust.

"No, I'm not interested," said Ashley, standing her ground against her other self, who pouted.

"Awww, you're definitely a catch. And you could do with some sexy red marks," she said with a crack of her whip, which made Ashley stab back.

"I'm really not into that. I prefer being on top," she said, trying to find a way to reason with this woman.

"Oooo, a fake dom. I just love breaking woman who think they can dominate others. They almost always turn out to be the best subs of them all," said her other self with a crazed expression.

"Wh-" said Ashley before she was cut off.

"First it was Gabby. She was so convinced that she was straight, but I always knew. Now she'll do whatever I tell her too without a single thought of her own. Now, she's perfect," said her other self. Ashley felt her heart racing as her eyes widened with fear.

"Bri was next. That cute and innocent girl is now my dumb and obedient little bimbo. She's still so cute though," said her other self.

"That's horrible. They don't want that," she snapped, but this just made her other self laugh.

"It doesn't matter what they want, just what I want," she said. As her other self laughed, Ashley realized something.

This person, this monster, this is her if she fully gave into her desire. She's fantasized countless times about turning Gabby gay, or dominating her and other women, but she never did.

But with her inabitions slipping away, she could easily turn into this.

The thought nearly made her throw up.

"I'm done."