Seeing the (rat) girl in the mirror

I opened my eyes. I was nervous, naturally so, the deluge of feelings and sensations that had assaulted my body with changes and transformations having only just subsided. The ceiling looked exactly the same as always, that off while paint with some sections at the corner having flecked off with age. Funny how such a familiar sight, so commonly seen in my life, could appear totally unchanged; while beneath it, I felt like my whole world was different.

No more waiting around, I have to see how I look!

I sat up suddenly, enthusiasm getting the better of me, only to immediately feel a big difference. My breasts bounced with the motion on my chest, the way gravity and movement played with their perky shape feeling all too indulgent. Despite myself, I moaned a little, only for my eyes to go wide at the sound.

“W-wait… oh my God!”

Gone was the normal voice I was used to, the deeper tones of vocal chords warped by testosterone. In its place was a silky smooth timbre, a voice I recognized all too well from having replayed that seductive ASMR trailer more times than I could count.

“I… I have her voice. I have her voice!”

Sounding so innocently surprised and obviously overjoyed was rather out of character for the double agent who always had a backup plan, but it just sounded so cute to hear ‘Jane’ be so genuine. I couldn’t help it anyway, I was so excited!

“Ahhh, mhmmm, testing, testing. Lalalalaaaaa. Oh. Oh wow!”

I made goofy sounds, humming and singing and taking breaths to laugh with a certain adorable wonderment over the voice I now possessed. I could feel my heart soaring, like the world’s biggest helium balloon on an unstoppable ascent into heaven. Every note and word just felt like music to my ears, with even the vibration in my throat feeling pleasurable, knowing it was making the sound of Jane’s voice instead of my own.

“Although, I suppose I am Jane now. Jamie? Never heard of him.”

I giggled to myself. In a way, I could almost pretend that my life as Jamie had just been a deep cover operation, and now I was back to my true self as Jane Doe. Even that name was a pseudonym anyway, so it was a little ironic to consider a “true self” for a character as mysterious as Jane.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed, standing and being reminded of how different my center of gravity was.

Right… it’s lower for women, because their bodies are more bottom heavy. And right now, I certainly feel more bottom heavy.

I took a step, then another, walking over to my closet. I could feel something of a jiggle in my ass as I walked, and even though I could tell this whole body was toned and incredibly fit, it still had a certain motion when I moved that was as strange as it was addictive to feel.

I stepped beyond the closet, checking out the full length mirror on the far side, leaning against the wall. My breath hitched in my throat seeing my reflection. Even though every piece of stimuli I felt confirmed I was Jane, seeing her reflection look back at me seemed to cross another line and drill home just how real this was.

There was no indication the person in the mirror was anything less than an extremely sexy naked woman. Her eyes were wide as they roved her flawless skin, perky breasts, taut tummy and tight waist. Her hips were generous, her proportions flawless, every inch carefully designed for maximum appeal. I knew that was quite literally how Jane had been designed; the artists who’d made her knew they wanted to capture hearts and had every reason to succeed.

That such a character, such a woman, could be in my room right now, was like a dream come true. Even more scandalous and amazing was that now, I was that woman. I leaned in close, studying my face in the mirror. My skin was perfect, without blemish or even any laugh lines. My chin was slender, my every proportion beautiful, my every feature feminine and hot. Staring back from my reflection were big eyes with grey irises, totally different from my normal hazel colored ones.

Even stranger than that were the ears. I reached up, trepidatiously. It was hard to tell underneath my now prodigious black hair, but I truly didn’t have human ears anymore. Instead, I had Jane’s drooping grey rat ears, as befitted her status as a Thiren rather than a normal human. I touched them, my finger drawing back in surprise at how sensitive it felt, before letting my finger trace across the surface and watching in awe. Even though my ears were such a different shape now, it almost seemed like my sense of hearing was improved, and certainly I could feel every subtle touch from my finger.

“This is so freaky…”

I paused, basking in the weird sensations a little longer, before continuing.

“Although, I can’t say I’m not liking it.”

I giggled to myself, sounding so feminine and teasing, the same kind of sadistic giggle Jane would make while tormenting someone she was interrogating. I batted my eyelashes, sidling up close to the mirror. It was the strangest feeling getting close to my reflection, my heart beating faster while imagining Jane was coming up to me; while in reality, I was fully covered and absorbed inside her flesh, a feeling more intimate than any other.

“Mhmm, Jamie, I just couldn’t resist coming to your room. You’re such a hardworking, noble guy, I thought I’d come and reward you. Oh, what reward? Why, little old me of course~”

I giggled into the mirror, gently cupping my breasts and squeezing them, biting my lip. A part of me knew I wasn’t that special; the only reason Jane would come onto me was to seduce me as part of a mission, then discard me after. Being used by Jane… or using others as her. Both ideas were getting me so wet. Seeing the needy rat girl in my reflection, an uncharacteristic blush on her cheeks, was way too arousing.