Francis becomes the reflection

Francis could have sworn he had gone blind. With his eyes wide open, everything was gone. It was as if the entire world had gone black. A few moments of fear and panic passed until slowly his vision began to blur with the emergence of color. Soon the blurs began to become focussed as they began forming into shapes. Blinking a number of times, Francis breathed a sigh of relief as his sight returned and he found himself back in the attic.

Something, however, felt a little bit off to him. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a trick of the eye, but he had the odd feeling that he had shrunk. The cabinet that had been up to his shoulder now looked as if it were up to the top of his head. It was probably nothing though. He probably just made a mistake earlier and it was in fact taller than he thought.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said. But as soon as he heard his voice he covered his mouth with both hands and his eyes grew wide. The voice that had met his ears was soft and melodious. Their was no way of mistaking the bubbly soft voice for the usual gruff and cracking sound that escaped his throat.

Then Francis suddenly came to realize that a heavy weight sat on his chest. Looking down he saw that his blue shirt had grown tight around two large breasts that sat high on his chest. He turned his head to look at the rest of him when he felt long, black locks of hair fall in front of his eyes and shoulder. Unconsciously, he brushed the hair back as he took notice of the firm round ass and feminine legs that emerged from a pair of brown shorts.

“Oh my god,” he said in the soft voice once more. “I’m…I’m the girl in the mirror.” Francis could only stand there in absolute horror. He must have stood there for at least ten minutes before he heard a voice calling from downstairs.

“Francine,” the voice of his mother called, “I’ve made you lunch.”