Study Her Reflection

The reporter studied her own reflection in the mirror. The same face that she saw every day, as she put on her makeup for the day. Well not quite the same, she wasn't usually made up for the club. With her hair like this, the heavier foundation, the eyelashes and lipstick, she looked about ten years younger. The hip-hugging tight pants accentuated her modest butt, the bra pushed up her breasts to emphasize her figure.

There was something else, though. Something wrong. Lois couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Carefully studying the mirror, Lois Lane began to feel the very slightest of pinchings in her neck. She realized that she was looking up at her own reflection. Not much, just an inch or two...but yes, now that she knew to look for it she could see that her reflection was subtly distorted, like a funhouse mirror, making it ever so slightly taller.

Less busty too. The reporter used her hands to push up her breasts, watching the figure in the mirror struggle with bare handfuls, while Lois Lane could feel that her bra was tight, a size too small.

That wasn't the only thing too small Lois realized. The figure in the mirror was slim, but the reporter's own hips were wider, straining at the tight pants, which were riding low on her, exposing her thong.

Lois Lane blinked, wondering at the difference, neck-craning up quite a bit now. The mirror must be certainly warped, the reflection was a good half-a-head taller than her, with small boobs and no butt to speak of. The reporter licked her lips, feeling her plush dick-sucking pillows, watching her reflection mimic the action with her slim, normal lips.

It was very weird to the reporter that she couldn't see the trick in the mirror, as the rest of the background looked perfectly normal. The only thing that was different, looking into it, was herself.