You wake up alone.

Your head is still swimming. Everything slowly comes into focus. The room is fairly large, but mostly empty. There are a few other cushions in the room. One of those things must have you laid out on one again. The other two look recently used, but are empty. Whatever, or whoever was watching you, they're gone now. The thought of those slimey fingers on you makes you shudder.

You stand up, because something catches your eye. You spin around. You're not alone. You're still clumsy from being **** like that, so you trip and fall, so does the girl behind you.

But there is no girl behind you, just a wall made entirely out of a mirror. It comes back to you again, that shock when you saw your hands. This time though it's coupled with the uneasy feeling that everything is going to be ok.

In fact the more you think about it, everything already is ok. Everything is great.

Look how pretty you are. Isn't it so nice to be pretty.

You examine yourself up close in the mirror. You'd never been tall, but you're even smaller now. You kind of still resemble yourself, like you might be cousins or siblings. You had the same short messy haircut, the same piercings in your nipples and your ears. Now you just had small perky tits and a cute little waist.

You run a finger over your stomach. It's weird to have so little body hair, is your first thought. Your second is how good that feels, like tiny explosions of pleasure.