The Magician

Bonnie followed Susie's lead down the hallways of the Mirror Maze, glancing back over her shoulder from time to time to make sure they weren't being followed. Something wasn't quite right.

"Wait," she said. "What are the mirrors doing?"

The images were changing. Shimmering before Bonnie and Susie's eyes. Where before they had been reflections, now they were more like TV screens, or windows into another world. Susie blinked, rubbing her eyes to make sure she was actually seeing what she thought she was seeing. How was this possible? Advanced mirror maze technology? Or... something else?

"Susie," said Bonnie, hesitantly. "What are we seeing?"

The first mirror to the girls' left showed an anonymous hotel corridor. It could have been anywhere in the world. In the corridor, an attractive Asian woman in her mid-twenties was banging on a room door, obviously locked out. She wore nothing but Pokeball panties and a matching bra. There was no sound.

The first mirror to the girls' right showed a row of changing rooms in a department store. Suddenly, a load-bearing string snapped, and the curtains across each doorway plummeted to the ground, revealing half a dozen lovely young ladies of all shapes and sizes. They squealed and clutched themselves, each one caught between clothing changes in a state of undress.

The next mirror over showed a taxi driving away down a busy city street, with a blue dress caught in its door, leaving an astonished slender blonde stranded outside a theatre in her white lingerie. The one after that displayed what looked like a sorority girl, duct-taped to a flagpole on a college campus, in pink panties, pink bra and a tinsel crown, with the words "KAPPA PHI BETA SUCKS!" written in lipstick across her belly.

Dozens of mirrors, lining the walls of the maze. Each one showing a different scene. Each one revealing a different underwear-clad woman, in a compromising situation.

"Okay," said Bonnie. "What's going on here? Who's the wise guy, huh?"

Instantly, the mirrors flickered into swirling mist and static. They went blank for a moment, just grey walls, before turning on again. Once more, they showed perfectly normal reflections.

Well. Almost normal reflections.

"You think that's funny?" Bonnie put her hands on her hips and scowled at the mirror. Her reflection, clad in sky-blue bra and yellow panties, scowled back. "How do you even know... never mind. When I get my hands on whoever designed this stupid maze, I'm going to give them a piece of my mind."

"Bonnie," said Susie, urgently.

"How are you even doing that, anyway? What kind of trick is this?"

"It's not a trick."

"What?"

"They're just ordinary mirrors."

"But..."

Bonnie looked down. She was standing in the mirror maze in her sky-blue bra and yellow panties, clinging to her full breasts and pert tomboy ass. Susie, beside her, shivered nervously, feeling uncomfortable, her slender frame clad only in her white cotton panties and black bra. Both girls had been somehow, miraculously, stripped to their underwear.

"Susie," Bonnie said, slowly, "there's something not quite right about this mirror maze."

"I agree."

"We have to get out of here!"

They'd arrived in the next junction by now. A tarot card, The Magician, had been clued to the floor. Susie scanned the other cards, trying to decide which path to take next.