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"What's this?" Charlie asked as he pulled a sheet off a strange mirror. The caked-on dust made it hard to see and even harder to breathe, but after a few wipes, most of it was gone, allowing him to see his own reflection, at least that is what should have happened. Instead, the only thing that showed on the surface was the part of the attic directly behind him. It took him a second to even realize he had no reflection, something so absurd it didn't click right away. Footsteps rang out from the mirror off to the side, as if it were an open door to an echoey hallway. He leaned in closer, examining the mirror when someone stepped into view.
"You're not Edmund," the strange woman said from within the mirror, her face seemingly disappointed. "T-that was my uh, my grandfather's name," Charlie stuttered, feet rooted to the floor, "W-who are you? And how do you know my grandfather?" "Grandfather?" The woman questioned, "How long have I been trapped here?" Charlie just took a step back from the strange woman, tripping over a floorboard and landing square on his ass. Subconsciously, something didn't feel right; the impact was much too soft. He looked down at his legs to see his thighs and hips, much wider than they were supposed to be. "Oh, goodie, it's starting," the woman laughed as Charlie looked on in shock.
"What's happening? What are you doing to me?" Charlie stammered, pushing himself back up against the wall. "So many questions with you," the woman talked down to him, "My name does not concern you. Now, stop resisting and give in to the changes." "What chan-," Charlie covered his mouth, his voice now sounding identical to the stranger's. "You won't be needing that anyway," she giggled, mocking a zipping motion across her mouth. Charlie tried to speak but found his lips refused to part, panic swelling in his sternum alongside something more sinister. He let out a moan through his sealed mouth as his chest felt like a boiling pot of water. His shirt transformed into a translucent gossamer material, allowing him to see a set of perky breasts through it.
"Purple?" She queried, looking down at her own yellow top, "We'll work on that." Hair cascaded down Charlie's shoulders. The same vibrant green as the woman's. He clawed at it with newly pedicured nails. Terrified at just how much power she held over him. Then, a thought occurred, a way out of this hell. With a renewed vigor, Charlie leapt to his feet, running for the sheet. "What are you doing!" The woman yelled as he stumbled with the unfamiliar weight of his new assets. He scrambled for the cloth, bending over to grab it when he suddenly lost his balance.
Charlie went headfirst into the mirror, sinking right through it as if it were a pool of water. He fell to the floor on the other side of the mirror, the world around him inverted, but worst of all, he couldn't move his body. Against his will, he stood up, his limbs not responding to his commands. "Well," the woman stated, turning around to face the mirror, Charlie's body doing the same, "That's one way to speed along the process." She brushed the dust off her top before looking Charlie, or rather herself, in the eye. "It won't be so bad," she replied, "You'll only be forced to copy me when I'm in a reflection, otherwise you have free rein to explore that body of yours." She looked him up and down, "Maybe work on that color matching. You've got a while to figure it out." She turned and walked out of the attic, freeing Charlie until the next time he was summoned.