Too Slow…

Obi-Wans gaze lingered on the image of the Duchess of Mandalore, Satine Kryze, in a far more scandalous position than Obi-Wan had ever known her…

And then the mirror flashed, blinding him and Anakin once more… and when the blinding light vanished Anakin quickly looked up **** to see his master still there…

Only to be greeted by the sight of a blonde woman where his master had been standing, one he had seen before. The Duchess of Mandalore!

“Dammit, it got you too!” Anakin cried out in Padmes voice.

“What the.. What is happening?!” Obi-Wan demanded with Satines lips and voice, looking down and inspecting his new body.

“I don’t know how but that mirror somehow changed us! Turned us into… these women!” Anakin tried to rationalize but had to stop himself before he said: These women we love.

“This is… problematic. Wait, where is your Lightsaber?” Obi-Wan asked with Satines voice as he pointed at Anakins hip having been replaced by Padmes. Anakin looked down, his eyes traveling down the slim belly of his wife’s body before reaching her firm hips… and found his weapon was gone.

“It’s gone!” Anakin declared, patting at himself and looking around some more.

“Mine is gone too it seems. Along with most of my modesty…” Obi-Wan added, looking down at his robes having been replaced by some red wrappings curving around his mature but still slender and curvy body he was borrowing it seemed.

Anakin snapped his gaze back at the mirror, still able to see his true self in it, as well as Obi-Wan standing beside him still looking down at himself. At their belts, their lightsabers still hung.

“I can still see ourselves in the mirror. This has to be some kind of illusion!” Anakin called out, moving closer to the mirror to see if there was something he had missed.

“Perhaps, but it certainly feels real!” Obi-Wan replied, his hand wandering to one of Satines breasts… one of HIS breasts which sent a jolt of pleasure through his body as his fingers explored the flesh now attached to him.

“There must be some way to break it, or some way to trigger the mirror again.” Anakin speculated, but just staring at the mirror like he had before didn’t seem to be doing anything.

“So eager to turn back? I think you look wonderful this way.” Anakin heard a voice say, a familiar one. HIS voice.

“Huh?” Anakin gasped out as he looked at his reflection more closely… and saw it now staring at him.

“Anakin was that…?” Obi-Wan replied, looking at the mirror as well. So he heard it too?

The figures of the two Jedi now stood, both smiling in the mirror before they lifted their hands and seemed to push them against the glass like it was a screen… and then it started to fold and push out as they literally stepped out of the mirror and before the two Jedi.

“I think you should let us hold onto these bodies a while longer, and let us help you enjoy the ones you have now…” Obi-Wans voice spoke through the lips of the imposters body…