The antique mirror

      Francis saw something glimmer in the dim light of the attic. He turned slowly, the shiny object and smooth surface catching his full attention as he took a step towards it. As he drew nearer to the object, he realized that it was an old antique mirror. One that was probably left over by the people that had lived here before. 

        "Maybe I can sell it," Francis said elated at the prospect of making some spending cash. Picking it up, Francis wiped the dust off of it before raising it up to his eye level. Since the light in the attic was dim, he could barely make out his own reflection. Something looked odd though, and soon his curiosity was peeked. He slowly walked towards the more illuminated part of the attic to see what it was.

        He looked in it again. Then Francis jumped back in shock at the reflection staring back at him. The mirror fumbled in his hands but he managed to catch hold of it before it could topple over. His first instinct was to run, but instead he peered closer at his reflection.

         What was staring back at him was the absolute most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And from what he could see, for all intents and purposes, the girl was him. Every movement, every gesture was being mimicked by the reflection. Even her clothes seemed to match his own. He stopped moving and looked the girl over. Instead of his short crew cut, her black hair was long and full. Where Francis' face was round and hard with small lips, her face was heart shaped and soft and contained red full lips.

           Francis suddenly noticed that the reflection also had the body of a pornstar. Her breasts were large, but sat high on her chest. Her waist tapered down before rounding out to form her beautiful ass and tapering down to her toned legs. 

            "Oh my god," he said while watching his reflection mouth the words back at him. Then, suddenly, Francis understood. This girl standing in front of him was his complete opposite. Where he was geeky and awkward, she was beautiful and graceful. His concave chest and skinny muscles instead projected onto her the body that people would kill for. And apparently, where he was male and had a huge cock, she was female and had huge breasts. 

              Francis' simple brain couldn't comprehend the situation any longer. He turned to run, to leave the attic. As he did, he attempted to set the mirror down, but in his hurry the mirror was set down improperly. It teetered on its side for a second before falling off of the box he had placed it on and shattering on the ground. As it did, their was a bright flash of light...