They sit back down

Nude Katelyn was still gyrating her hips mesmerizingly in the mirror. Anders finally pulled his eyes away. "I should not be looking at a patient like this." He thought to himself guiltily. Meanwhile clothed Katelyn couldn't keep looking at her naked reflection be so lewd to her therapist, but also couldn't look away and show weakness. She settled for continuing to stare at her sexual reflection in the mirror, but blur her eyes so she didn't have to pay full attention to it. "God! Why won't this nightmare end!" She thought to herself.

Anders pulled his eyes away and sat back down in his chair. "Let's talk more. Have a seat on the couch."

Katelyn was surprised by his casual attitude to her sexual curse, but due to her embarrassment, she could not find words of the English language, so she sat down on the couch. Meanwhile, her sexual reflection, nude Katelyn, seemed a little disappointed at not having the spotlight of attention and stopped dancing. She settled for sitting on the couch that mirrored Katelyn's and began fingering herself under her panties. Her head soon fell back, her mouth open in a silent moan. If she could make sounds through the mirror, they would probably have filled both rooms.

Katelyn finally was able to look at Anders, and then kept her eyes locked on him to ignore the embarrassment in the mirror.

"This is most unusual. I haven't had a patient with this issue before. This is new territory for both-...All of us? And I want you to know that I am here for you whenever. You can text or call anytime. This is a difficulty that nobody has experienced before, but I assure you, can be dealt with. Maybe even after a few months you can even learn to live with this. View it as a gift maybe?"

Katelyn's emotions were at an all time high. She finally burst with fear and a little anger. "A gift!? How can I live like this? What if I want to go places, I will always have to live in fear of my own reflection!? I want to just wipe this all away but I can't! Or else I turn into her making the problem even worse! I can't be here anymore. I can't be around that!" Katelyn stood up from the couch and ran for the door. She more greatly feared looking back and seeing the mirror than looking back and seeing her therapists expression.

Anders on the other hand, had a great view of both of the Katelyns backsides. As clothed Katelyn ran for the door, nude Katelyn danced towards the door, shaking her now bare rear. "When did she take her panties off?" Anders thought. Nude Katelyn turned around to flash him her bare breasts and pussy one last time, her panties twirling around her finger. She blew him a kiss and exited the mirrored version of the room the same time as clothed Katelyn.

"This is most disconcerting..." Thought Anders, although he knew he wouldn't get that image of nude Katelyn, his nervous, worried, quiet, prudish, submissive patient, alongside her mirror world version, who was confident, sexy, promiscuous, and very very naked. He knew, somewhere somehow, clothed Katelyn must have that confidence in her somewhere, locked away inside nude Katelyn. Somehow, there may be a way that nude Katelyn could help clothed Katelyn get what she wanted out of life...

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Katelyn arrived home late. She had cried her tears out in the car coming home to her apartment from the therapists office. She couldn't stop thinking about his words, "Maybe even after a few months you can even learn to live with this. View it as a gift maybe?" "As if! He has no idea what I am going through! He's a MAN!" She thought loudly. She walked through her apartments living room to the bedroom to change into her sleep clothes. "He is a man...And he saw my mirror self." She realized. "I can't believe he saw me-her naked. And dancing like that. And masturbating...And he didn't react much at all. As far as I could tell...Did he?...After all, she does have the exact same body features that I have, despite me never doing anything like that in front of anyone ever, but...she does look exactly like me in every way. So, I've just been seen completely naked by a man doing such disreputable things. How can I look him in the eye ever again..."

Katelyn dejectedly walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Looking up she saw the bathroom mirror she had left uncovered. She had uncovered it before her appointment to get the courage to tell him about her reflection issue. Now she was viewing herself naked again, only this time nude Katelyn was being more creative.

Nude Katelyn had her arms handcuffed to a plank of wood going behind her head, stockade fashion. As clothed Katelyn looked down she saw that nude Katelyn had a large dildo connected to a large fuck machine between her legs. The dildo was fucking nude Katelyns pussy at a high speed. Nude Katelyn still had the headband in her hair, so her face was visible. Her head went back into a silent moan, or maybe scream. Either way, she seemed to be really enjoying getting fucked senseless.

Clothed Katelyn noticed a name on the fuck machine, it said, "The Anders 2000". Disgusted with her mirror self, clothed Katelyn picked up the sheet she used to cover the mirror. "How the hell did you even get that thing anyway!?" Nude Katelyn looked at clothed Katelyn in the eyes, and closed her mouth long enough to smirk sensually. Her eyebrows danced, something Katelyn never thought she'd see herself do in the mirror. However, the machine was still fucking away in her pussy, so it wasn't long until she had to throw her head back and silently scream out Anders name. Clothed Katelyn, filled with embarrassment at seeing herself act this way, (and get metaphorically fucked by her therapist) threw the cloth over the mirror. Out of sight, out of mind...Hopefully.

Katelyn went to bed but certainly had trouble getting to sleep that night. The images of her mirror self getting fucked by her therapist kept popping into her mind until finally, a fantasy appeared. Katelyn found herself walking naked into Anders office. Anders looked at her with surprise then after a moment, he spoke, "Ah. You must be Katelyns mirror world version. I know regular Katelyn wouldn't walk around nude. She's much too prudish."

Katelyn realized he'd mistaken her for her sensual mirror world self, "I guess I'll continue playing the part then." Katelyn walked nakedly into his room. His couch she usually sat on had different sized dildos protruding from the center of each cushion. Katelyn chose the biggest one in the middle and sat on it, having it go right up her pussy. It began thrusting into her. "Being Katelyns Mmmm! mirror self, I a-am very se-Uh! sexual. I am always loo-ooking for we-hell...Mmmm! sex. You don't mind if I ride one of these-*huff* as we-Ooooo! as we talk? Right-ight?" She had trouble getting words out, she wasn't used to being fucked so hard, and in public.

Anders stood up in front of her, his waist was about eye level. "I do mind actually. I mind quite a lot." He began to unzip his pants. "Because I can't let you get fucked by just the couch dildos. They can't enjoy it. Not like...I can." His pants began to drop. Her face aligned with his pelvis. She was face to face with his red boxer shorts. "Get ready to give your mouth a work out Katelyn. You're getting it from both ends today. They call it a spit roast." As spoke as he pulled down his boxers. Katelyn couldn't believe it, she was living her mirror worlds fantasy, and loving it. Being fucked by a large dildo coming from the couch, her therapist about to **** her to suck him dry. Her sexual fantasy...

That's when she noticed the mirror in the room. A prudish version of herself was looking at her, shaking her head, face red with embarrassment, and ready to start shedding tears. Katelyn saw her prudish self and thought, what would my mirror self do? So she winked, and stuck her tongue out. Her tongue pressed against something soft. It must be her therapists dick! She decided to give him the roughest, most animal dick suck of her life. Her tongue brushed up its target and she was soon met with hair, no...feathers.

Katelyn opened her eyes to realize she was in bed, still in her weird depressing cursed life. "Shit. I have a crush on my therapist..." She punched her feather pillow. She shortly fell back to sleep.