It's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me

Mary stifled her moans as she felt Gina drink the milk from her breast. She felt massive surges of pleasure run through her with every drop that leaked out, and she felt shame burn against her face as well. After all… she was feeling pleasure from a woman. Even if it was Gina, even if this wasn’t the first time she’d done this, it felt like her body was on fire just because she was getting everything she wanted.

Someone was finally drinking her milk in order to turn into her husband’s ideal wife. And the thought of that kept pushing her to the brink of orgasm.

It’s shameful to cum without my husband…! Mary thought, squeezing her eyes shut as she held Gina against her breast. I shouldn’t be doing this! I’ve got to hold on, and endure… this isn’t for the sake of my pleasure, it’s for his!

As a religious woman, Mary had a great deal of experience when it came to lying to herself. That was practically in her job description, lie to herself in order to convince herself that she was correct in her beliefs.

This was just an extension of that, though a rather impassioned one.

“Ahn…!” Mary let out another moan, and tightened her grip on Gina’s blonde hair.

Then her eyes snapped open.

“Aheeen!” Mary arched her back as she felt Gina’s hand palming her other breast. There was no reason for that, of course, since the blonde’s lips were locked tightly over one of her nipples. And there was certainly no reason for her to seize the other between her fingers and twist like this.

Which could only mean that Gina was doing it because she enjoyed herself.

“W-wait, stop, th-that’s enough!” Mary cried. “Don’t make me… I don’t want to yet-! I’m going to… aaahnn! Aah! Yes! Oh, why does it have to feel so good!? Why do I have to… oh!”

Gina raised her head and gave Mary a cheeky smile. Her lips were shiny with the residue of the redhead’s milk, and her brown eyes flashed with a mischievous playfulness.

“Did that feel good?” She leaned up and whispered into Mary’s ear, her other hand rising to take the place her lips had previously occupied. She gave Mary another pinch of her nipple. “Being pleasured like that… did you feel good?”

“I-I…” Mary panted, her face flushed. She tried to pull away from Gina, but the other woman pushed her down onto the bed.

Suddenly, Mary found herself in a very familiar position. She stared wide-eyed up at Gina as the other girl held her down, wearing a look on her face that was rather reminiscent of the twisted expression of the transformed Morgana.

Mary began to wonder if she’d made a critical mistake.

“I… I gave you my milk…” Mary whimpered, not sure what else to say.

“Yes…” Gina licked her lips. “You did. That was very sweet of you. In fact… I think I’d like a little more, if you don’t mind…”

She leaned down and sucked on Mary’s nipple again, feeling her body flood with some of the redhead’s juices. That made Mary moan again as pleasure shot through her body a second time.

“Please, wait!” She cried, her eyes tearing up. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take…”

“Good, because I’m going to take as much as I can,” Gina said, grinning cheerfully. “That’s what you’d like, right? For me to turn into the perfect wife for Nick? Because I can do that… a good girl like me knows exactly what a guy like him wants, after all…”

“Wh-what?” Mary asked, afraid of the answer. She had a pretty good feeling that Gina was about to show her.

“I was too weak and submissive for him… I couldn’t make him happy, not the way that he would really want,” Gina said, her voice echoing a sad bitterness. “Nick, he… he probably wants someone who will take control, right? Someone who would work to bring him nothing but pleasure? That… that wasn’t something I could do… I was too kind, too sweet, to really have any control over my life. I was too… pure. But the perfect me… wouldn’t he want that to be someone who was a bit more aggressive? Maybe even corrupt? A woman who could pleasure him the way he deserves?”

Mary’s eyes widened. She could hear a hint of desperation in the other girl’s voice, almost like she was pleading with Mary for something.

“So that’s it…” the redhead breathed. “That’s the way this works… Gina, it isn’t turning you into what I think the ideal wife for Nick would be… it’s transforming you based on what you think it would be… I see now…”

She remembered the conversation from earlier that afternoon, when the girls were speculating about Mary’s powers, and Dawn in particular. It was hard to forget, given that she’d been pinned to the floor in a way remarkably similar to how she was posed on the bed right now, with the cat girl attempting to drink her fill.

Mary wasn’t exactly thrilled for a repeat.

“I want to become Nick’s ideal wife,” Gina asserted. “I don’t want to be some passive little flower who just gets controlled by the other women in his harem. That’s not what would make him happy. He wants me to be strong, and in control! And…”

She leaned in close to Mary, and the redhead flinched. She squeezed her eyes shut, terrified of how the now-dominant Gina would take advantage of her.

Then she heard a light smacking sound, and felt something warm and wet on her forehead.

“…Mwah!”

Mary pinched her eye open just a peek to see Gina pull back from kissing her on the head. The blonde gave her a sweet smile.

“…And still a sweet girl,” Gina said softly, climbing off of Mary.

“Huh…? You… I mean… what?” Mary looked at her, confused about what had just happened. “Gina? I don’t get it…”

“I’m not going to **** you, Mary,” Gina assured her, helping the redhead sit up. Mary could tell by the sweet smile on her face that she was telling the truth. “I just wanted to play with you a little bit. Give you a bit of a fright? I promise, I’m still a good girl, deep down.”

A coy smile flashed across her lips.

“Of course, just because I’m good, that doesn’t mean I’m the kind of girl who will lie back and let someone else play with me however they want. Part of being good is about willing to stand up for yourself and put your foot down, wouldn’t you agree?” Gina asked.

Mary nodded shakily. She could definitely see the logic in Gina’s thinking, even if she specifically wasn’t so great at the whole “putting her foot down” thing.

After all… she was a girl who’d gotten pinned not once, but twice, in the same day. That was a little embarrassing for someone who was Nick’s first wife.

Gina hopped off the bed and began pacing back and forth around the room. Every now and then she’d check her look in the mirror and make a face.

“…I can do better,” she asserted, shaking her head. “I mean, of course I wouldn’t want to be some gaudy slut, but… what do you think, Mary? It’s alright if I show off my body a little, right? Just to assert myself? Like you do.”

“I mean…” Mary looked down at her untied shirt, and hastily redid the knot. Now that her breasts were a lot emptier than they had been, her shirt fit a lot snugger. “If you want to, I guess. But part of being comfortable in your own body is about being confident that you’re pretty even if you’re not showing off, right?”

That was kind of pulled from her ass. Mary didn’t wear her old clothes because she felt comfortable in her own body. She wore those bulky sweaters to keep people from looking at her tits (small as they might have been) and those long skirts to keep people from staring at her ass (which was a much harder thing to do, given how round and plump it had been even before her transformation).

But she also didn’t want Gina to go around dressing like a slut.

“You’re right…” Gina said, scrunching up her chin thoughtfully. “But then… Nick likes a bit of a rebel, don’t you think? I mean, that’s why he was drawn to the original me. Because I was so rebellious! And also really hot.”

She turned around in the mirror, getting another look at her ass. It was still a little sore from all the spankings Morgana had given her, but the way her long skirt clung to it was certainly something else indeed.

Mary licked her lips in spite of herself. She rose out of bed and approached Gina on shaky legs, and pulled back her hand.

SWAAPP!

A loud, meaty smack echoed through the room, and Gina arched her back and let out a moan, her eyes slightly rolling back into her skull. Like Mary before her, her body had nearly been pushed to the brink of orgasm with that one.

Mary had a face that glowed red with shame as she looked at the reformed punk.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said, backing away slightly as Gina regained control of her senses and turned back to face her with an amused expression. “I didn’t mean to-! It’s just… your transformation, I didn’t have any choice…”

“I know,” Gina smiled. “And it’s okay. I’m not mad. I know you’re not trying to control me like Morgana was.”

She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back again, in a pose that looked remarkably similar to the ones Gina used to do whenever she got exhausted. In her previous body it would have pulled her tight shirt up her midriff to reveal the tattoos on her belly, but the current Gina was too modest for that- her dress covered everything.

But still, it showed Mary that maybe a lot more of the old Gina was in there than it seemed.

“Oh! I think I’ve got it! Rebellious, yeah?” Gina flashed a cheeky smile and turned back to the mirror. “Watch this!”

RIIIIIIP! RIIIIIIP!

Two loud tears filled the room as Gina got to work on her outfit. She turned around to show Mary the new changes.

“Well? Short sleeves!” She sounded so proud when she said that. “Nick isn’t going to see me coming with these! Short sleeves!”

Mary just stared at her.

“Uh… yeah, that’s… that’s really daring, alright,” she stammered, resisting the urge to laugh.

Her milk had certainly made some changes to the other girl. Gina had gone from a fragile little doormat to a girl who still fundamentally nice and sweet on the surface, but with a lot of backbone as well. Someone who wouldn’t get pushed around anymore.

And also, someone who seemed to fundamentally misunderstand the value of modesty, and what it meant to be seductive.

I wonder if this is what the real Gina thinks Nick’s ideal wife is, Mary thought, studying her curiously. Or if this is just a result of her transformation from the mirror.

“What do you think, Mary? I’m thinking that if I raise the hem of my dress a few inches to show off my ankles, that’ll really wow him!” The blonde giggled, swishing her skirt in the mirror.

Would the real Gina transform into a woman like this? Mary wondered.

Then suddenly she felt those big brown eyes burrowing a hole into her. She took a step back out of reflex, surprised as the girl leaned in close to study her.

“Well, Mary? What do you think?” Gina asked. “I want to seduce Nick! I want to show him that I’m a sexual woman who should be desired, and not just desired, but also loved! That’s what he deserves, someone who can take charge and show them how much he cares! So… how do you think I should go about doing that?”

Mary was no psych major, but even she could see that Gina was doing a fair amount of projecting onto Nick. After all, she was the one who obviously had wanted someone to take charge of her and show her that they cared… but would Nick like that?

The redhead sighed and smiled. Let’s be real, she said to herself. It’s Nick. He wouldn’t really care what Gina transformed into, he’d still like her.

There were three women who could make a serious claim to being Nick’s first love. Gina, Dakota, of course, and finally Dawn, whose relationship with him in childhood was a nebulous one.

All of them had more experience with Nick than Mary did, though, and in theory they should know what he likes more than she did.

So why was Gina asking HER for advice?

“I… I don’t really know,” Mary admitted, shaking her head. “Don’t you think this is something you should be asking someone else? Someone who DOES know Nick a lot better than me?”

Gina blinked. “But… you’re his wife,” she pointed out. “Surely you know what he feels, right? How he can love other people? How to best make him like me?”

Her expression turned anxious. “I-I don’t remember the way I was very well… but I knew I wasn’t a good girl. I didn’t have any respect for myself… I just let Nick play with me like I was a toy.”

Mary blushed. “Yeah, uh… imagine that…” She mumbled.

“My point is that I want to make him happy,” Gina said gently. “That’s the whole reason I changed myself with your milk! No more doormat! I want to be the kind of girl that he wants to be with! A strong, take-charge type!”

Mary frowned. As the only girl in the harem currently who was actually married to him, the fact that Gina kept asserting that Nick’s ideal wife was strong and commanding was starting to sound a little insulting, considering her track record.

“Well, I think you should just be yourself,” Mary said, earning her an incredulous look from Gina.

“But… you’re the one who changed me,” the blonde pointed out. “You’re the one who fed me your milk. What did you think was going to happen?”

Mary opened her mouth, only to realize that she didn’t have any answer to give.

“I… I mean…”

She couldn’t say it. That would be insane! Who in their right mind would admit that the only reason they fed their milk to another girl was because the idea of what would happen to her and what she would transform into got them really hot?!

Mary would just about die of shame if she was **** to admit that to Gina.

“I just… I wanted to… no, that’s a lie,” she said, shaking her head. She’d been about to say that she just wanted to experiment with her transformation, but she couldn’t say that. “That’s not me. That’s not who I am.”

Gina nodded in agreement. “Lying is wrong,” she said, in a way that sounded like it might even come from Gina herself.

That’s when Mary realized what had drawn her so much to the punk.

And when she did, she laughed out loud.

“I know what I like about you now,” Mary said, chuckling. “Not just this version of you, but the old you, too.”

“Oh?” Gina raised her eyebrow, surprised. “I thought you didn’t like the old me very much.”

“I don’t,” Mary said immediately, earning her a frown from the other Gina. “Because you’re very rude, and also because you’re a bit of an… impure person.”

She didn’t want to slutshame Gina, but she couldn’t deny the fact that she preferred it when Gina was dressing and acting with a little more modesty. It was the proper thing to do, after all.

“I like myself better this way anyway,” Gina assured her, even though both women knew that it was the mirror making her say that.

Mary shook her head.

“The reason I like you so much… is your honesty.”

Mary sighed and slumped her shoulders. It felt like a massive burden had just been lifted from her, like the feeling you get when you work really hard on a difficult math problem, only to finally realize the answer and know you wrote it down correctly.

“My honesty?” Gina blinked.

Mary nodded. “You’re not a liar, Gina,” she said, sitting down on the bed and staring up at the blonde. “Even when you weren’t a good girl, you were always honest. Sometimes infuriatingly so, but… it was your sincerity. And your feelings for Nick. I think that’s what I saw in you. I think that’s why I’ve been trying so hard to reform you.”

Gina considered that. She didn’t have a lot of memories of her past self, so she would have to take Mary’s word for it.

“…I guess so,” she said finally, nodding. She joined Mary on the bed. The redhead turned and looked her in the eyes.

“Gina, the real you is a boorish cad who only cares about your own pleasure. And beneath that, you’re also a bit slutty and rude, and you let people walk all over you, especially Nick.”

Gina frowned. She didn’t feel great, hearing her old self described like that.

“But you were always true to who you were, I think,” Mary said. “Always open and honest, even when you were saying things I really didn’t want to hear.”

That’s why Mary felt so guilty, seeing her like this now.

“But right now… it’s like I’m not looking at you,” Mary said, shaking her head sadly. “I’m sorry, but… you’re not Gina. Not really, anyway.”

“I’m a good girl, though,” Gina asserted. “That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted me to be the perfect woman for Nick. I’m not skanky, I’m not a doormat, I’m strong and assertive and also kind, sweet, and pure!”

She placed her hand over her heart.

“That’s what’s best, right?”

Mary resisted the urge to nod. She let out another sigh.

“But you’re not being honest,” she said quietly. “I want Gina to be a good girl. I want her to be the perfect wife for Nick. But it’s gotta be the real her. Not… not you.”

Gina felt like she was going to cry. But that was something that a doormat would have done. Not the new, assertive her.

“I feel real,” she whispered. Wishing she could deny the fact that she was just a transformation. “Doesn’t this feel real?”

She reached up and brushed a lock of red from Mary’s face.

Mary looked like she was going to cry too.

“I really like you, and I think… maybe you would be a good wife for Nick if you stayed like this,” she admitted, staring directly into Gina’s heart. She owed the girl that much, anyway. “But… you’re not Gina. You’re just a lie.”

Before Gina could say anything else, Mary hugged her.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, squeezing the blonde tightly. “I wish that you weren’t… but I can’t change that, even with my milk.”

“…Hey now,” Gina said, her voice not nearly as sad as it should have been. She patted Mary on the back. “It’s okay. There’s nothing you need to cry about. I’m right here…”

For how much longer, neither of them knew for sure.