Gwen

When Gwen exited the mirror, she found herself in a very nice bedroom. In fact, the only room that she's seen that can compare is the Master's Suite. When she looked at the bed, she saw the shape of a person laying in it.

"Ohh, Master. Did you come for more?"

If Gwen really squinted, she could kind of see how this woman was supposed to be her.

"Awww, you're not my Master. You're just some lady. Sorry, even though I like girls, only my Master or my Mistress can fuck me," said the woman in an airy voice. Gwen had to think for a moment before answering.

"Um, what do you mean, your Master!" she asked. Her other self giggled before answering.

"He's my Master. I get to live in his house, and he and his wives get to fuck me whenever they want." Gwen was starting to feel really uncomfortable.

"Um, ok. What else do you do?" she asked.

"I act sexy for them. I clean my Master's dick whenever it's dirty. I let them have their way with me. I-" said her other self before Gwen cut her off.

"Do you do anything besides sex?" Her other self looked at her like she was stupid.

"No. Why would I? Sex is wonderful, and it's all I want to do," she said simply. Gwen was dumbfounded.

"But what about friends, hobbies, love?" she asked, but this just got more giggles.

"I don't need any of that. Besides, I'm just a sex ****. This is my place," said her other self. Much like the others, Gwen was horrified. This other version of herself was her worst fears manifested. Someone with no connections outside of sex.

"This doesn't bother you?" she asked, barely able to form the words.

"Nope! I'm not capable of feeling negative emotions. It's all just happy stuff for me," said her other self with a sickening smile. Gwen's stomach crunched.

"I'M DONE!"