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Joined: 12 Oct 2022
In Cambiada, a bullied boy got possession of a small mirror with the promise that will make him "get out of his own head". He plan to use it to change his life and possible get revenge on his bully.
"Huff... Puff..."
Donnie heaved as the used his hand to balance against the wall. Leo has once again waited for him after school, and not wanting to be somethed to the normal abuse of his opressor, he tried to run.
Miracously, against all odds, this time he had lost his persecutor, but has left him without air and sweating profusedly, his bad atlethic state being the biggest reason behind it.
"Where... am I?" Donnie had run without caring where he was going, running across streets and alleyways. As he looked around, he had finished in front of a small antiquity store, the old sign indicated that he was in front of "Delphi's", whatever it was. From outside he could seen books, drawers and dolls, mirrors and jewelry, a collection of different object that only had one thing in common - they were noticible old.
"When in rome..." the scawny boy would any other day of the week have come as the typical nerd fan of video games and anime, but close friend of his knew that he also had the odd eccentric streak, having a collection of sort obtained principally through the internet or antiquary store whenever he was traveling with his family.
Little light passed through the dirty windows, most of the light came from an old candelabrum that together with the heavy smell of rich incense, gave everything around a rusty feel. Walking by, different shelves were stacked by aged, leather-bound books and the different tables displayed eerie looking items which would not be out of place at a Halloween store.
"Can I help you baby?", Donnie jumped a bit at the old, slightly cracking female voice to see Delphi Grey. She was an old woman, dressed like an eccentric but with a wise face.
"Umm..." did he needed help? His life had more downs than ups. Constant bullying and being compared to her head cheerleader of a sister had brought stress that had accumulated until the point that at any moment he would explode, but in a way that he wasn't sure how. "Um... Yeah", Donnie finally replied, a bit embarrassed,"I was just looking for something that can offer a change of perspective".
"Oh?", Delphi asked,"In what way?". Through the heavy lenses of her, Donnie felt as if she could read his soul.
"Well.... My mom's never home and seems to be stressed all the time", Donnie began in a tirade, "My sister's too into herself and needs to consider others. I am constantly picked up in school... I-I just need to get out of my own head!", Donnie couldn't believe he had divulged all of this to the woman. For some reason, it just poured from him.
"Ah!", Delphi nodded, "I think I have just the thing for you".
The old woman disappeared behind the counter, a heavy curtain blocked the sight of her. Not one minute later she returned with a strange and old hand mirror.
The object was made of a black material with angular definitions all around the handle, the surface seemed to consist on a piece of metal fixed to the structure - the reflection that it gave wasn't clear, nothing like an actual mirror finish, and it made Donnie think of a slice of metal.
"...This is the Dionisan Mirror... in reality nobody knows if that was the original name or something that came to be..." Delphi said when she put the mirror on the counter. On a closer inspection on the frame of the mirror were different inscriptions made in some kind of language that Donnie couldn't recognize. Taking the mirror in his hands, it felt as if it was made from wood. The surface reflected, albeit with difficulties, the scrutinizing gaze of Donnie.
"But... but how is this going to help me?"
"Full left turn to capture the visage... the knob will not turn left any more meanwhile there is a visage inside... Full right turn to release the visage" the gypsy said as she indicated a knob at the bottom down of the handle which had passed unnoticed to Donnie. In closer inspection a fine line created a knob at the bottom of the handle. "Follow the inscription with a finger, from left to right to change appearance with the visage..." she finalized indicating the inscription and the motion to follow.
"I don't understand..."
"You want to get out from your mind. Experimenting a different visage can help you to change your perspectives..." she said as a matter of fact, in a weird trance like voice, was she on drugs?
Some seconds passed between the both of them, Donnie trying to make sense of what Delphi was saying - the stuff with the visage for a start - and Delphi observing the reaction of Donnie; Both of them immobile meanwhile this confrontation happened.
Some more seconds, Delphi becoming exasperated until she finally said, "It's 50 bucks please" returning to her normal tone of voice, the one that she has been using was clearly part of a performance.
"What!? I don't have that money... First of all I still don't know what this does!"
"Ok, ok, let's do this. You can keep it and if it changes your life, you come here and pay me the 50 bucks that I asked, otherwise you give me back the mirror, deal?"
What possibly could a mirror do for him? Donnie was sure that a mirror wouldn't change his life, and the gypsy has been acting strange. Something was telling him that the mirror didn't cost that quantity of money, but Donnie didn't have anything to lose.
"Deal..."
And with that Donnie was out of the store, with a strange looking mirror that supposedly would change his life, "How the fuck should I use this..." Even if the mirror was intended for self exploration - looking at oneself in it - it made a horrible job. At most, he could see his very distorted form and inquisitive gaze.
The walk towards home was filled with these thoughts, the only conclusion that he arrived would be to wait a week and then give it back. Even like that, Donnie was sure that even if he didn't give it back it wouldn't matter, probably the woman wouldn't miss this mirror as she simply gave it away in order to get rid of trash.
---
"Donnie! What is this?" his sister Bella asked once she saw the mirror that Donnie had left on the table of the living room when he arrived back home.
He was preparing himself a sandwich in the kitchen so he answer her back shouting, without looking at what she was doing "A kind of a prop... a gypsy lady give it to me, saying that it's something that can change my life..."
"Yeah, right... If this is a mirror, it's a shitty one... And how should you use it?"
"She said something about rotating the knob at the bottom of the handle to the left." he awaited further questions but they didn't come. Instead the sound of something falling to the floor was heard short after. "Bella?"
Donnie went back to the living room. It was empty and at the feet of the table was the mirror, apparently it has fell when Gabriella left it back from where she took it.
Doonie picked it, but he threw it when he gazed upon his reflection.
"What the-" Picking it up again, there was no more the diffused reflection that was characteristic from the mirror, it has corrected itself and now the strange surface gave a clear image of everything that was reflected in it.
But instead of seeing his face looking back at him, this time was the face of his sister, mimicking each and every one of his movements and expressions, which in these moments was only one;
Fright.
"Bella... Bella! Can you hear me!?" Donnie's sister was moving her mouth in the mirror, but he couldn't hear anything. The look of apprehension on Gabriella's face was agitating Donnie second by second, to the point that Donnie was fearing a panic attack. "Oh God! Bella I will help you!"
Without waiting for an answer Donnie ran to his room, surely there would be something on the internet? If this was real - and if magic was real - the implications were only adding to the list of problem in Donnie's mind. He hoped that all of this was a dream... but everything pointed that in this case, in the best of cases, it was a nightmare.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god...." the room was as he had left it this morning, bedsheets disordered and put together at the end of the bed and on the seat that he used for his computer there were all the clothes yet to be cleaned. The large mirror at the front of his wardrobe reflecting each and every move that Donnie was making, from his frantic movement to his desperate expression. Taking the hand mirror to his eyes height he shouted "Don't worry Bella! I will take you out from there, I just need to-"
Something was off... from his position, he was facing his wardrobe mirror that reflected his full body, and in his hand at around his face height, he has her sister face... Something about the expression of both his and Bella was bugging him out. Slowly, he approached the big mirror and put the small mirror side by side always at his face height. Donnie and Bella expression were the same, differing only in looks alone.
Bringing the free hand to his face, Donnie watched not only as his reflection made the same, but the Bella's one imitate him as if it was his reflection, "Bella...? Can you hear...me?" Bella in the mirror moved her mouth not as if asking for help, but as a reflection of him being Bella. From his face to his hair to his body, Bella imitated every each of his moves. "If this is real, then..." as a final test, he started rising his t-shirt, but meanwhile the image in the little mirror showed the movement of her hand, it wasn't able to move the clothes compared to Donnie.
"Fuck me..."
It was certain that Bella was trapped in the mirror, and that now the mirror reflected him as Bella, but was she aware of what was happening outside the mirror? was she conscious that her brother was making her move in any way that he liked and that he could see her as he would like just by moving the mirror in certain ways... better not go there, she is my sister, Donnie though, still looking at Bella reflection.
"What was what that gypsy was saying.... Full turn left to absorb?" trying to turn the knob to the left, it was locked as she said it would be - meanwhile a visage was inside - "Follow the inscription to change..." he said looking at the runes by the frame, he started touching them but stopped himself when he was at the zenith - wouldn't like to cause an unnecessary transformation - "And full turn right to liberate!" he said at the same time that he did the motion that he had been told to do.
Instantly, as if being sucked out from the mirror, Gabriella body was thrown out from the direction that the mirror was facing, him. The unexpected release together with the weight of Gabriella body made Donnie fell to the floor, with Bella on top of him.
Fortunately she was asleep.
"Bella! Bella, oh my god you are free!" he shouted taking her sister by her shoulder after he was freed of her weight. Gabriella was sleeping normally, dreaming even. "Bella, wake up, please!" What if she couldn't wake up? Because of this fear, he started shaking her from the shoulder, increasing his force until finally, she started moving, She is alive!. Gabriella started to wake up, and after frowning and looking at every side - as disoriented - she looked directly at Donnie.
_What if she remembers everything? What should I tell her? What-_
"What I'm doing in your room, Donnie?" the voice of Bella was very slow, similar to the one that she use at mornings after just waken up, "I was in the living room... and then" she looked lost for words.
"Youstartedtofellasleep... and when I came back to my room, you were sleeping in my bed..."
"Really?... I guess..." and with that she stood up and left, still with a disoriented look.
Donnie remained fixed in his position. What have just happen? The mirror was magical and it was not a prop? I will have to pay 50 dollars!? What more can I do? Can I become anyone? Magic was real? All kind of though started floating in Donnie's mind, the possibilities and implications of his new mirror left him overwhelmed.
The only thing certain for now was that whatever happened meanwhile a person was inside the mirror, they wouldn't remember.
...But this only brought more questions to mind, interrogatives that Donnie needed to figure out before having a plan of action in how to use the mirror.
---
In his room, Donnie was walking left and right, periodically looking towards the mirror resting in the desk, and then again to repeat this routine. He had done this thing for at least one hour now as he thought about the implication of what he could do it, how he could do it, and the fact that magic was real. He had looked online, on the web and in weird forum were people fantasized about being other people.
Donnie had never thought of it, about being other one apart from himself - yes, he wanted to not be a nerd, to be popular with the girls and had thought of how it would be to be another person, but have never entertained the idea. Now instead, given the possibility, it was as if the mirror was whispering to him, to abuse it.
_But... but..._
He had lost time reading different stories and anecdotes, captions and role plays - the fetish unkown to him was more big than he had though.
_What would they do it with this?_
He had wanted to get out from his head, and with the mirror, he could go in another head.
"Donnie, dinner is ready!" from outside his door the voice of his sister had startled him, doing a little jump. The tradition of eating in family was specially more strict now than ever since the divorce of her mom.
Going down and being seated with them, talking about the day and about news Donnie couldn't help for his sight to wander in the bodies of the two people, two females closest to him. His sister with the golden locks and pearl white smile, popular and charismatic with a lot of friends, he didn't want to think about it but her body in perfect condition because of all of the training as cheerleader left her as a prime subject. Just thinking about how earlier in the day he had seen her reflection in the mirror was making him hard... If he had just completed the inscription... But it was wrong...
"Donnie, are you listening?"
"Yes, it's wrong!" a pause and rubor, he cleared his voice, "sorry, what were you saying?"
"I swear, I worked all the day for you and your sister and..." his mother continue with the tirade of a forty something female consumed by divorce and work. His father had always said that your mother was a workaholic, and he couldn't not agree with it. As she talked, Donnie noticed that she released an aura that commanded other to respect her, to listen to her, to follow her, all the qualities that he wished he had.
His sister would become suspicios if she become asleep for the second time in the day without her consciense, so it was later in night when her mother was entering the bathroom to wash herself that Donnie decided to act. Hiding in the corner, his positioned the mirror so her mother would be right in the middle in the moment that she would open the bathroom door. As he heard the knob turnin, Donnie turned left the knob of the mirror. He remained like that, petrified in the spot as he tried to hear for any hint that his mother was still there, the door closing, some steps, anything.
As he slowly turned the mirror towards him, in it the reflection of his mother could be seen. A crazy smile appeared at this moment as Donnie run towards the bathroom and closed it behind him.
"Yes!" The mirror could be used from away, as long as a person was in the reflection. Just this fact alone justified what he had done, and now it was time to reapt the benefits. Turned towards him, his mother face in the reflection of the mirro, with a slow motion he passed hid index finger over the weird runes of the mirror, until he was back wher he started. It felt as if a fuzzy fog was created within him and the mirror - his image being exchanged with his mother - but it only lasted a moment, and this time in the reflection was his face.
"Did it-" he had to stop, his voice sounding feminine and mature. The hand that held the mirror seemed more delicate and thin, but also older given the wrinkles that could be seen from near. He walked towards the mirror, feeling how his new hips rocket left and right. In it, it wasn't his reflection that he had become accustomed to see, but his mother. Green eyes, short hair, same pearl like teeth as your sister. He could feel her tight clothes, the pain in the bones, the constricted the feeling of her bra and how a piece of cloth was alodged firmly in his mother crack. "I did it!"
In front of the mirror, Donnie frenetically tried to disrobe all of her clothes, having particular problems with the black bra now in his possession. The naked body of his mother, taut and slender didn't seem to be of a forty something woman - she took great care of her body, eating healthy and regularly going to the gym - but the pains on the joints gave away her true age.
"Soooo... I was about to take a shower..."
---
The shower was a long one, Donnie relished in all the feeling that his mother's body could provide him - the temperature at wich point he normally take showers wasn't enough, increasing the heat until copius amount of vapor was generated. His new nipples were sensitive, a current passing through his body every time he cleaned them with the loofah and it wasn't long before her new long and delicate fingers were probing his inside.
His exploration was cut short when his sister asked if everything was alright, given that he had forgotten himself with the exploration and time has fly by. But now inside her mother's bedroom, he had white card to continue his exploration, starting with a full on show of her wardrobe.
Dresses, pants, shirts and lots of underwear, wearing the items of cloth in different combination, in different angles, trying the cat walk that women often used - all meanwhile he used her cellphone to save this experience in video.
But the strong dish of the night was the modeling of the underwear and lingerie that his mother had. From the old fashioned pair that he though his mother usually used to the more daring ones, the type that by only holding in his hands was enough to bring rubor to his face, the kind that he had never expected his mother to have - which only make it better when he put it on and masturbated with it still on, over his new vagina.
"This. Is. The. Life." Donnie said between panting, after having another rocking orgasm. The pristine woman that was his mother was no more, replaced by a sexually hungry deviant, "If only she had... stuffs..." for more that he searched, he couldn't find any sexual toy - his mother seemingly more interested in work that in her own life (maybe the reason why she divorced his dad after an apparent affair with a younger woman).
Regaining his breath as his eyes closed in the dimly lit room, he gently caressed the black mirror. In the reflection his own body was smiling with the biggest smile since starting the last school year - gone were the stress of his life, replaced only by the now, the pleasure of his current body.
"Tomorrow will be great..." he thought in loud voice as he slowly fell asleep, his mind drifting with all the possibilities that he could do at the school the next day.
---
Highschool, the place were boys and girls at the doors of adulthood go in order to learn about the different topics that society consider as basic, learn the stablished social norms who rule society and make memories of the better years of one youth. At least this was what most adults would say, the chorus that many have sung so many times that it was a rule, an expectations - but adults forget in most cases that many times inside a high school, were hormones are in an all time high, the relationship of persons were more akin to the jungle, were the strongest (or popular) reign free to do what they liked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Everything will be alright, boys will be boys, it helps to form character. This and so many other phrases has been told to Donnie, specially by the guidance counselor Charlotte Smith every time that he had went for help, falling in deaf ear. Even with the sign of abuse as bruises or wet clothes, it didn't matter that the bullying continued to escalated, she still didn't do anything.
"Fat-ass, stop running!"
Donnie didn't want to ask for help of his mother - not only it would be lame - she was always so busy that he doubted that she would be interested in helping. Worse of it, his perpetrator was the little brother of his sister's boyfriend, and Donnie didn't want to win the animosity of her in case his mother did something.
"_Huff... Puff..._"
"You thought you could ran from us? This will be worse than if you haven't ran..."
After a good night of sleep, Donnie had woken still in his mother body. The recolection of what he had done hit him in the face - a depravity never seen before from his side. He turned back to himself, leaving her mother in the same position that he had been - well rested and still on lingerie. The breakfast had been the most uncomfortable thing of that morning, Donnie being unable to look at her mother's face, and she was humming as she prepared everything in a hurry.
Donnie was lost in his mind thinking about how to test the mirror, which was currently secured inside his bag, when he collided with the jocks just outside from the changing rooms. Worse of all, he had have a full on frontal crash with his bully, and instead of saying sorry as one would have expected, his first instinct was to run - this as a learnt habit - which probably was for the worst, not only because it would make them angry, but because his physical state wasn't one capable of outrunning them.
Fortunately the torture didn't last long because as soon as the bell sound started playing the group stormed off. Still, for Donnie it would mean to arrive late to class, first because he couldn't walk from the exhaustion and pain inflicted, and then because of the disaster that they had done with his stuff, taking them out from inside his bag and spreading them, a common tactic that they used.
---
"I think you should go to the Principal... maybe he can do something? Maybe he could fire the counselor?"
"I wouldn't bet on it, there are rumors that he is having as affair with her."
"But Donnie doesn't lose anything by asking!"
"I will think about it..."
In the lunchtime it was time to cry and pass the sorrows with his small group of friends; the one most understanding of his situation - given that he also was an usual victim of Leo - was Mateo - or Matt as he liked to be called - Donnie's childhood friend that has been a constant in both of their life. Son of a single mother, he was picked in school because of his Latin heritage, and together with Donnie - with was picked because of his weight - formed the group of the outcast. This soon became a real friendship, and the rest was history.
The other part of his group that completed the trio - or more like a duet with an unofficial member - was Yui Watanabe, the middle child of the Watanabe's family. Originally an outcast - this time not because of the race, but because of how she spoke English and her short hair that made her look more as a boy. This lasted during all of middle school until she started to develop as a woman - she was a late bloomer. After this, and with a renew confidence she became more outgoing and friendly (and popular), having a bigger social circle that the both of them together. In any case, the time passed together during middle school, created the kind of connection that was difficult to lose, and even now the group of friends still could find activities that all of them enjoyed, being one of them anime, with Yui in particular expressing interest in cosplaying, where in her words, she could pretend to be another person, outside of her tomboy persona.
"Seems like he woke up in a bad mood today... this could be one of the worst beating he had give you"
"Goddammit Yui, are you trying to help or what?"
"What? I'm trying to help! I'm trying to give good advice instead of the self comforting stuff that you are sprouting!" Yui started a shouting match with Matt, something rare but that had become more common since she started expanding her social circle.
"You don't understand anything!"
"Oh! I don't understand anything? Please tell me who was an outcast with the both of you until just some years ago!" Yui said as she put her hands by the hips, "Unlike you, I took control of my life. I fought for it"
"Guys..."
"It's not the same you are a woman! You don't understand what it is for men like us!"
"Oh? Now it is the misogynistic argument. For your information, girls can be more callous that men, they play with your mind, they don't care about inflicting physical pain" the voice of Yui started breaking, with some tears starting to appear in her eyes, with a body language that showed she was offended. "Fuck you Matt, I though you were better than this, you can't accept that you don't want to-"
"GUYS!" Donnie interrupted them, trying to project his voice the louder possible. "This is not like us, don't fight for something like this... I-"
"No Donnie, you don't understand...." from one of her big, black eyes a little tear appeared, "Until you do something for yourself, this will continue to escalate, and neither me, Matt, the principal or even your mother will be able to do anything." She stopped to clean her face with some wiping paper, her mascara destroyed in the process "Sorry Donnie, I can't do this anymore..." and she went away, leaving both guys stunned.
"Fuck!" Matt exploded, trying to hit an invisible can "fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Silenced arrived between the both of them. A long, uncomfortable silence.
"Don't worry, I will not abandon you" Matt whispered after some minutes.
But in Donnie's mind, the words of Yui were still present. 'Until you do something for yourself' were the words of his friend. He knew that in her own way, she was trying to help him. Maybe Donnie couldn't stand up to Leo in the physical sense, but now with the mirror, he finally could do something about it himself.
"Yui is right, I will do something about it myself" Donnie finally said, as he started searching inside his bag for the mirror.
"What are you searching for?" Matt said looking at what Donnie was doing.
"For the solution to our problems!" and so, Donnie went to search on his bag.
A minute passed, another one and then another, Donnie couldn't find the magic mirror for much he searched on his bag. He had no doubts that he had left it there this morning, secured between the history book and the biology-
"So what it is that you are searching for...?"
"A mirror, my mirror!" Donnie shouted as he turned towards Matt, "My magic mirror that I was going to use against Leo!" he finished, looking squarely at Matt.
An uncomfortable silence descended between both of them, until Matt broke the silence, "Magical? Magical as..."
"Yes! Magical! Magical as a bag of holding or an invisibility ring... what it is that you don't understand?"
"...uhmm, everything?"
Donnie in his exalted state hasn't considered that Matt had yet to know about the existence of the magical mirror. The thought of losing the mirror has short-circuited any rational thought and only now he had caught on this. "I bought a magical mirror to an old lady..." he started as Donnie told the story of how the mirror that had been sold to him could trap one image - a visage - in the mirror, and how it could be used to replace someone else's body - leaving the part where he had enjoyed his mother's visage - and now it was the perfect time to enact vengeance on Leo, but he couldn't find it.
"Let's say I believe you... which I still don't... why you didn't test all of this before..." and as an intruding though flashed illuminated his face, he added "Heck! You could have became your own sister!"
"I was afraid! Ok? I didn't want to test it alone, I wanted to show it to you.... but I forgot..."
Silence again returned between the both of them. During this time, the bell indicating the return to the second half of classes sung.
"Look, I will help you find the mirror after classes... Maybe someone found it and left it in the lost and found!"
"I hope..."
The day hadn't started in the best way for Donnie - it was up there as one of the worst - but he hoped that it would become better.
But as they were returning - with Donnie continuing ensuring his friends that the mirror was real and about all of the things they could do with the mirror, and all the different use case that Donnie had thought since yesterday - Donnie failed to notice the messages that Yui had sent to his phone...
'Im sorry'
'didnt meant wat I said'
'Ill try to do something...'
---
"Shit! It is not here either!"
"Let's go, maybe you dreamed all of it?"
"No... definitely not..."
Both Donnie and Matt had gone towards the lost and found once all the classes had ended, but once that they controlled that it wasn't there, at the insistence of Donnie, they started searching for the mirror all around the school, even in places that Donnie haven't been during the day. Right now, in the stalls of the bathroom, they have been searching for more than one hour and they still haven't had luck.
Right now, Donnie was doubting if what he lived yesterday was real, if it was only part of his imagination that his mind had crafted in order to scape reality. But no... all the proof indicated that he hadn't hallucinated... that, or he had started to suffer schizophrenia, or a severe case of gender disphoria.
"C'mon man, are you sure that it was in your bag... maybe you left it in your house..." could it be? If that was the case....
"Yeah, I think you're right..." If he couldn't do anything anymore he didn't need to cry over spilled water. "Anyway, have you seen Yui?"
"Didn't you had classes with her?"
"Yeah, but she didn't show up" After you have arrived at classes, you have seen her messages. But even after assuring her that she was right and that she shouldn't have to worry, she hadn't answered. 'What if Leo did something to her?' was the preoccupation in his mind, but internally he knew that he wouldn't touch a woman.
"Weird... anyway, if you see her, tell her I'm sorry... I have to go, my mother will start to worry if I don't arrive on time."
"Ok, sure... talk to you later"
"Later!"
Yeah, if Donnie couldn't do anything, maybe it was better to return home, look at some anime and later play some League of Legends with Matt, this would maintain his mind far away from the problem... but first he had to go towards the Watanabe's, to see if everything was fine with his friend.
He hadn't taken two step towards his bicycle when a series of text started arriving. They were from Yui, but something was off about them...
'Loseeer'
'Fatass'
'Little bitch'
'Yui! Everything fine???'
In an uncharacteristic show of character, his friend had started insulting Donnie. Fearing the worst, Donnie called her - it was quicker than waiting for her to answer. The call ended without accepting the call, so he tried two times, three times... It was only when he had started to give up that someone answered.
"Yui! is every-"
"Aaaaaah"
His voice had been interrupted from what he could only describe as a moan, the kind that he have heard before in porn. The long moan didn't stop, instead it continued in a series of smaller ones. What preoccupied Donnie the most was the fact that from the other line he could make the voices of men, but they were far away from the cellphone so he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Yui, YUI! What the Fuck!?"
"Hey Fatass...." the voice that finally answered him from the other side was without a doubt Leo. In what context would Yui be doing what you feared in the presence of Leo? Was this referred to the fact that she would do something? Would she sacrifice her purity for you?
"Leo you motherfucker, if you do anything to Yui I-"
"What!? You will fight me?" Laughs came from the other side, apparently whatever you said was being broadcaster to an audience that you didn't want to know. "Listen, Yui here is taking your place, aren't you happy? Or maybe, you would prefer to be in her position"
"Bullshit! Yui would never do something like that!"
"Here..." you heard Leo passing the cellphone to another person, but within a second you knew who would answer from the other side, as the proximity of the moans increased.
"Hey bitch..." a sensual voice could be heard coming from Yui.
"Yui! You don't need to do anything, I-I-"
"Heck no! You will not do anything because this is the best thing ever! I'm so fucking tigh!"
"Yui..."
"I'm enjoying myself... you should also do it... almost-" This time a cry was heard right next to Donnie's ear, the orgasm of his friend was loud enough that anyone that would have been near him could have heard it. From a silence that seemed to last an eternity, a weak "here... take some photos" was heard.
"Fatass, don't cry, I will sent you a gift so you can masturbate with the little dick of yours... Yui will be enjoying us" Leo said as he finished the call.
"Wait! Yui!" but it was too late, the call had ended unilaterally, and no matter how many times Donnie tried to call back, it didn't matter, someone had turned off her cellphone.
Some minutes passed and as he was despairing, some message started arriving to Donnie's cellphone from an unknown number. "What the fuck!" was the only thing that Donnie could mutter as he observed the naked body of his friend. The different images showed your friend from different angles and with different expressions. The first ones seemed to be from just after the call, as she rested on her back with a satisfied expression, letting for all the world to see her nether region and the big breast that she normally hide on her hoodie.
But then they turned to her playing with her breast and vagina, sucking her own nipples as she fingered her clit, every image being raunchier than the one before it. The last thing sent was a video, in which after pressing play - against Donnie's better judgement - it showed his friend sucking and tit fucking a dick, filmed in first person. In the back Donnie could make the image of different members of the football team with someone saying "that's so gay...".
Enrapture with the photos, he noticed only now that he have an erection - When was that he had gained one? Before or after the photos? With the first moan or with her orgasm?
"Shit..." Without being able to do anything, he returned back home, trying to hide the erection in the way back.
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Filthy. Bad Friend. Traitor. Conflicting emotions were appearing in Donnie's head as he masturbated to the image of Yui in his cellphone. The emotion that he had always maintained under control - lust for his female friend - has currently gone out of control. From her naked body, to her bigger than expected boobs, and finally her vagina including the tunnel that shouldn't be looked at, the taboo of the situation made this situation worse for the heart of Donnie.
"Yui... Why? Why them?" truth be told, since he received that call and the following messages with the photos, his mind has been in disarray. He had always expected that the little crush that he have towards his friends would become true, even if he didn't act on it because he didn't want to jeopardize the situation. So when not only had the opportunity to ogle at her, but also when she was doing God knows what with his bully and his friends - the maximum betrayal - Donnie's mind did short circuit.
With a hand on his cellphone as he examined the patch of pubic hair of her friend, and the other doing the pumping motion on his dick, Donnie ejaculated all over his cellphone, not the first one of the day. He had been doing this since he returned from school, he hadn't been able to focus his mind in other tasks.
"Donnie! Time to eat" only when finally the voice of his mother called him for dinner, he noticed how much time have passed, already dark outside, before going downstairs he looked towards the Watanabe's house, just across the yard, and directly towards Yui's bedroom - the curtains on the opposed windows were hiding the dimly lit room.
"Yui..." a whisper escaped his mouth.
Going downstairs, he wondered if he could have done something different, if he could have prevented this, in any form. Looking at his sister and mother putting the table side by side, he wondered if the relationship between his group of friends would return to normal.
"Something happened Donnie? You are pale...."
"N-Nothing.... A ltittle bit stressed..."
Seated across his sister, he wondered, what if he never brought the mirror to the school, only using it at home, far away from his bully only within his group of friends, learning little by little the limitations...
"The mirror!" Donnie jumped from his seat, startling both his mother and sister. How could have he forgotten!? Leo and his group of friends had taken stuff out of his bag and must have got the mirror back then. "Fuck!"
"Donnie! Words!" his mother quickly reprimanded him, but that didn't matter, now he knew what he had to do.
"I have to go, mom!"
"No you don't, now sit back and-"
But he didn't care, standing up and running outside towards his neighbor's house, the Watanabe's, was more important than a week without internet - or whatever punishment his mother would give him.
Arriving to their house and ringing the bell, just now intrusive thoughts have started entering his mind, What I'm going to say? What if they are eating? What is- but without making him wait, Yui's mom, Esther Watanabe opened the door. An ever present smile was in her face. The petit woman was wearing a Japanese type dress that covered her whole body.
"Hi Donni! So long since I have seen you! Is everything alright?"
"Hi Ms. Watanabe... Is Yui home?" you didn't want to lose time answering her, already knowing the answer. Knowing if your friend was alright was more important than giving a good impression.
"Yes, she's in her room... Why?"
"Something from the school... Can I see her?"
"Sure?" She answered you as she stepped aside. He didn't make himself wait, taking quickly his shoes off - a tradition in the Watanabes's house. He runned from the entrance to the second floor and right outside Yui's bedroom, he tried to enter but the door was closed.
"Occupied!" came Yui's voice from inside.
"Yui! open! is me! Donnie!" he shouted, he didn't care if every other person in the house could hear him. Not two seconds passed and the door opened a little bit as he was yanked inside the bedroom, feeling to the floor in the dimly illuminated space, a musky smell permeating all the interior. "Yui, are you-" fine is what he wanted to ask, but as it turned out, he could see that that Yui wasn't his Yui.
His friends had a bemusing smile, looking in his direction, as if proving for a reaction. Donnie didn't care so much about this, as his friend body was wearing only a thong, her bare tits with her nipples looking right back at him. In her current naked state, he appreciated Yui's body as never before - the marked abdominal from her torso, the toned legs that rose until her big hips, her vagina hidden behind a black piece of cloth. A flushed face, perspiration covering her body, the pheromones in the room and the copious amount of clothes scattered around was enough to make him know what Yui - or the person wearing her visage - was doing.
"How-"
"Your Chinese friend has a rocking body, I will not lie" Yui interrupted him before he could finish his sentence "The amount of times that I have came in this body... God! Just thinking about it makes me wet" Yui finished as she stroked her pussy over the thong.
"Don't do that to her!"
"Or what!?" she changed her tone, to a more intimidating one, approaching you little by little, "Is the fat ass going to stop me from touching myself?"
"Give her body back-"
"mmmm... What would happen if I shout "rape"?" This made Donnie stop, feeling a cold shiver running down his spine. One word and his life would be over.
Cold in his feet, Donnie could only mutter a small "D-Don't do it..." almost imperceptible for anyone but him and Yui.
"Yeah, that's what I though." The person in Yui's body turned to the bed, resting her back in one of the many cushions that were there, and spreading her legs at the same time that moved her little thong to the side "Now lick, I have heard that it is awesome".
The smell increased from one moment to the other. Being face to face with the wet hair of her pubic zone was something that he have never dreamt of, even when you resorted to her during some of your masturbating session. He could hear a small ti.... coming from the back of your head as the thumbing on your chest resonate in all of your body. Feeling light weighted, Donnie did one fake step after which he found himself on the floor, with Yui looking down on him, displease present on her face.
"What a bitch..."
His vision now blurry only let him see that Yui had stood up before everything went to dark. In this final moments he could only mutter "Yui..." before Donnie lost consciousness.
"Huff... Puff..."
Donnie heaved as the used his hand to balance against the wall. Leo has once again waited for him after school, and not wanting to be somethed to the normal abuse of his opressor, he tried to run.
Miracously, against all odds, this time he had lost his persecutor, but has left him without air and sweating profusedly, his bad atlethic state being the biggest reason behind it.
"Where... am I?" Donnie had run without caring where he was going, running across streets and alleyways. As he looked around, he had finished in front of a small antiquity store, the old sign indicated that he was in front of "Delphi's", whatever it was. From outside he could seen books, drawers and dolls, mirrors and jewelry, a collection of different object that only had one thing in common - they were noticible old.
"When in rome..." the scawny boy would any other day of the week have come as the typical nerd fan of video games and anime, but close friend of his knew that he also had the odd eccentric streak, having a collection of sort obtained principally through the internet or antiquary store whenever he was traveling with his family.
Little light passed through the dirty windows, most of the light came from an old candelabrum that together with the heavy smell of rich incense, gave everything around a rusty feel. Walking by, different shelves were stacked by aged, leather-bound books and the different tables displayed eerie looking items which would not be out of place at a Halloween store.
"Can I help you baby?", Donnie jumped a bit at the old, slightly cracking female voice to see Delphi Grey. She was an old woman, dressed like an eccentric but with a wise face.
"Umm..." did he needed help? His life had more downs than ups. Constant bullying and being compared to her head cheerleader of a sister had brought stress that had accumulated until the point that at any moment he would explode, but in a way that he wasn't sure how. "Um... Yeah", Donnie finally replied, a bit embarrassed,"I was just looking for something that can offer a change of perspective".
"Oh?", Delphi asked,"In what way?". Through the heavy lenses of her, Donnie felt as if she could read his soul.
"Well.... My mom's never home and seems to be stressed all the time", Donnie began in a tirade, "My sister's too into herself and needs to consider others. I am constantly picked up in school... I-I just need to get out of my own head!", Donnie couldn't believe he had divulged all of this to the woman. For some reason, it just poured from him.
"Ah!", Delphi nodded, "I think I have just the thing for you".
The old woman disappeared behind the counter, a heavy curtain blocked the sight of her. Not one minute later she returned with a strange and old hand mirror.
The object was made of a black material with angular definitions all around the handle, the surface seemed to consist on a piece of metal fixed to the structure - the reflection that it gave wasn't clear, nothing like an actual mirror finish, and it made Donnie think of a slice of metal.
"...This is the Dionisan Mirror... in reality nobody knows if that was the original name or something that came to be..." Delphi said when she put the mirror on the counter. On a closer inspection on the frame of the mirror were different inscriptions made in some kind of language that Donnie couldn't recognize. Taking the mirror in his hands, it felt as if it was made from wood. The surface reflected, albeit with difficulties, the scrutinizing gaze of Donnie.
"But... but how is this going to help me?"
"Full left turn to capture the visage... the knob will not turn left any more meanwhile there is a visage inside... Full right turn to release the visage" the gypsy said as she indicated a knob at the bottom down of the handle which had passed unnoticed to Donnie. In closer inspection a fine line created a knob at the bottom of the handle. "Follow the inscription with a finger, from left to right to change appearance with the visage..." she finalized indicating the inscription and the motion to follow.
"I don't understand..."
"You want to get out from your mind. Experimenting a different visage can help you to change your perspectives..." she said as a matter of fact, in a weird trance like voice, was she on drugs?
Some seconds passed between the both of them, Donnie trying to make sense of what Delphi was saying - the stuff with the visage for a start - and Delphi observing the reaction of Donnie; Both of them immobile meanwhile this confrontation happened.
Some more seconds, Delphi becoming exasperated until she finally said, "It's 50 bucks please" returning to her normal tone of voice, the one that she has been using was clearly part of a performance.
"What!? I don't have that money... First of all I still don't know what this does!"
"Ok, ok, let's do this. You can keep it and if it changes your life, you come here and pay me the 50 bucks that I asked, otherwise you give me back the mirror, deal?"
What possibly could a mirror do for him? Donnie was sure that a mirror wouldn't change his life, and the gypsy has been acting strange. Something was telling him that the mirror didn't cost that quantity of money, but Donnie didn't have anything to lose.
"Deal..."
And with that Donnie was out of the store, with a strange looking mirror that supposedly would change his life, "How the fuck should I use this..." Even if the mirror was intended for self exploration - looking at oneself in it - it made a horrible job. At most, he could see his very distorted form and inquisitive gaze.
The walk towards home was filled with these thoughts, the only conclusion that he arrived would be to wait a week and then give it back. Even like that, Donnie was sure that even if he didn't give it back it wouldn't matter, probably the woman wouldn't miss this mirror as she simply gave it away in order to get rid of trash.
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"Donnie! What is this?" his sister Bella asked once she saw the mirror that Donnie had left on the table of the living room when he arrived back home.
He was preparing himself a sandwich in the kitchen so he answer her back shouting, without looking at what she was doing "A kind of a prop... a gypsy lady give it to me, saying that it's something that can change my life..."
"Yeah, right... If this is a mirror, it's a shitty one... And how should you use it?"
"She said something about rotating the knob at the bottom of the handle to the left." he awaited further questions but they didn't come. Instead the sound of something falling to the floor was heard short after. "Bella?"
Donnie went back to the living room. It was empty and at the feet of the table was the mirror, apparently it has fell when Gabriella left it back from where she took it.
Doonie picked it, but he threw it when he gazed upon his reflection.
"What the-" Picking it up again, there was no more the diffused reflection that was characteristic from the mirror, it has corrected itself and now the strange surface gave a clear image of everything that was reflected in it.
But instead of seeing his face looking back at him, this time was the face of his sister, mimicking each and every one of his movements and expressions, which in these moments was only one;
Fright.
"Bella... Bella! Can you hear me!?" Donnie's sister was moving her mouth in the mirror, but he couldn't hear anything. The look of apprehension on Gabriella's face was agitating Donnie second by second, to the point that Donnie was fearing a panic attack. "Oh God! Bella I will help you!"
Without waiting for an answer Donnie ran to his room, surely there would be something on the internet? If this was real - and if magic was real - the implications were only adding to the list of problem in Donnie's mind. He hoped that all of this was a dream... but everything pointed that in this case, in the best of cases, it was a nightmare.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god...." the room was as he had left it this morning, bedsheets disordered and put together at the end of the bed and on the seat that he used for his computer there were all the clothes yet to be cleaned. The large mirror at the front of his wardrobe reflecting each and every move that Donnie was making, from his frantic movement to his desperate expression. Taking the hand mirror to his eyes height he shouted "Don't worry Bella! I will take you out from there, I just need to-"
Something was off... from his position, he was facing his wardrobe mirror that reflected his full body, and in his hand at around his face height, he has her sister face... Something about the expression of both his and Bella was bugging him out. Slowly, he approached the big mirror and put the small mirror side by side always at his face height. Donnie and Bella expression were the same, differing only in looks alone.
Bringing the free hand to his face, Donnie watched not only as his reflection made the same, but the Bella's one imitate him as if it was his reflection, "Bella...? Can you hear...me?" Bella in the mirror moved her mouth not as if asking for help, but as a reflection of him being Bella. From his face to his hair to his body, Bella imitated every each of his moves. "If this is real, then..." as a final test, he started rising his t-shirt, but meanwhile the image in the little mirror showed the movement of her hand, it wasn't able to move the clothes compared to Donnie.
"Fuck me..."
It was certain that Bella was trapped in the mirror, and that now the mirror reflected him as Bella, but was she aware of what was happening outside the mirror? was she conscious that her brother was making her move in any way that he liked and that he could see her as he would like just by moving the mirror in certain ways... better not go there, she is my sister, Donnie though, still looking at Bella reflection.
"What was what that gypsy was saying.... Full turn left to absorb?" trying to turn the knob to the left, it was locked as she said it would be - meanwhile a visage was inside - "Follow the inscription to change..." he said looking at the runes by the frame, he started touching them but stopped himself when he was at the zenith - wouldn't like to cause an unnecessary transformation - "And full turn right to liberate!" he said at the same time that he did the motion that he had been told to do.
Instantly, as if being sucked out from the mirror, Gabriella body was thrown out from the direction that the mirror was facing, him. The unexpected release together with the weight of Gabriella body made Donnie fell to the floor, with Bella on top of him.
Fortunately she was asleep.
"Bella! Bella, oh my god you are free!" he shouted taking her sister by her shoulder after he was freed of her weight. Gabriella was sleeping normally, dreaming even. "Bella, wake up, please!" What if she couldn't wake up? Because of this fear, he started shaking her from the shoulder, increasing his force until finally, she started moving, She is alive!. Gabriella started to wake up, and after frowning and looking at every side - as disoriented - she looked directly at Donnie.
_What if she remembers everything? What should I tell her? What-_
"What I'm doing in your room, Donnie?" the voice of Bella was very slow, similar to the one that she use at mornings after just waken up, "I was in the living room... and then" she looked lost for words.
"Youstartedtofellasleep... and when I came back to my room, you were sleeping in my bed..."
"Really?... I guess..." and with that she stood up and left, still with a disoriented look.
Donnie remained fixed in his position. What have just happen? The mirror was magical and it was not a prop? I will have to pay 50 dollars!? What more can I do? Can I become anyone? Magic was real? All kind of though started floating in Donnie's mind, the possibilities and implications of his new mirror left him overwhelmed.
The only thing certain for now was that whatever happened meanwhile a person was inside the mirror, they wouldn't remember.
...But this only brought more questions to mind, interrogatives that Donnie needed to figure out before having a plan of action in how to use the mirror.
---
In his room, Donnie was walking left and right, periodically looking towards the mirror resting in the desk, and then again to repeat this routine. He had done this thing for at least one hour now as he thought about the implication of what he could do it, how he could do it, and the fact that magic was real. He had looked online, on the web and in weird forum were people fantasized about being other people.
Donnie had never thought of it, about being other one apart from himself - yes, he wanted to not be a nerd, to be popular with the girls and had thought of how it would be to be another person, but have never entertained the idea. Now instead, given the possibility, it was as if the mirror was whispering to him, to abuse it.
_But... but..._
He had lost time reading different stories and anecdotes, captions and role plays - the fetish unkown to him was more big than he had though.
_What would they do it with this?_
He had wanted to get out from his head, and with the mirror, he could go in another head.
"Donnie, dinner is ready!" from outside his door the voice of his sister had startled him, doing a little jump. The tradition of eating in family was specially more strict now than ever since the divorce of her mom.
Going down and being seated with them, talking about the day and about news Donnie couldn't help for his sight to wander in the bodies of the two people, two females closest to him. His sister with the golden locks and pearl white smile, popular and charismatic with a lot of friends, he didn't want to think about it but her body in perfect condition because of all of the training as cheerleader left her as a prime subject. Just thinking about how earlier in the day he had seen her reflection in the mirror was making him hard... If he had just completed the inscription... But it was wrong...
"Donnie, are you listening?"
"Yes, it's wrong!" a pause and rubor, he cleared his voice, "sorry, what were you saying?"
"I swear, I worked all the day for you and your sister and..." his mother continue with the tirade of a forty something female consumed by divorce and work. His father had always said that your mother was a workaholic, and he couldn't not agree with it. As she talked, Donnie noticed that she released an aura that commanded other to respect her, to listen to her, to follow her, all the qualities that he wished he had.
His sister would become suspicios if she become asleep for the second time in the day without her consciense, so it was later in night when her mother was entering the bathroom to wash herself that Donnie decided to act. Hiding in the corner, his positioned the mirror so her mother would be right in the middle in the moment that she would open the bathroom door. As he heard the knob turnin, Donnie turned left the knob of the mirror. He remained like that, petrified in the spot as he tried to hear for any hint that his mother was still there, the door closing, some steps, anything.
As he slowly turned the mirror towards him, in it the reflection of his mother could be seen. A crazy smile appeared at this moment as Donnie run towards the bathroom and closed it behind him.
"Yes!" The mirror could be used from away, as long as a person was in the reflection. Just this fact alone justified what he had done, and now it was time to reapt the benefits. Turned towards him, his mother face in the reflection of the mirro, with a slow motion he passed hid index finger over the weird runes of the mirror, until he was back wher he started. It felt as if a fuzzy fog was created within him and the mirror - his image being exchanged with his mother - but it only lasted a moment, and this time in the reflection was his face.
"Did it-" he had to stop, his voice sounding feminine and mature. The hand that held the mirror seemed more delicate and thin, but also older given the wrinkles that could be seen from near. He walked towards the mirror, feeling how his new hips rocket left and right. In it, it wasn't his reflection that he had become accustomed to see, but his mother. Green eyes, short hair, same pearl like teeth as your sister. He could feel her tight clothes, the pain in the bones, the constricted the feeling of her bra and how a piece of cloth was alodged firmly in his mother crack. "I did it!"
In front of the mirror, Donnie frenetically tried to disrobe all of her clothes, having particular problems with the black bra now in his possession. The naked body of his mother, taut and slender didn't seem to be of a forty something woman - she took great care of her body, eating healthy and regularly going to the gym - but the pains on the joints gave away her true age.
"Soooo... I was about to take a shower..."
---
The shower was a long one, Donnie relished in all the feeling that his mother's body could provide him - the temperature at wich point he normally take showers wasn't enough, increasing the heat until copius amount of vapor was generated. His new nipples were sensitive, a current passing through his body every time he cleaned them with the loofah and it wasn't long before her new long and delicate fingers were probing his inside.
His exploration was cut short when his sister asked if everything was alright, given that he had forgotten himself with the exploration and time has fly by. But now inside her mother's bedroom, he had white card to continue his exploration, starting with a full on show of her wardrobe.
Dresses, pants, shirts and lots of underwear, wearing the items of cloth in different combination, in different angles, trying the cat walk that women often used - all meanwhile he used her cellphone to save this experience in video.
But the strong dish of the night was the modeling of the underwear and lingerie that his mother had. From the old fashioned pair that he though his mother usually used to the more daring ones, the type that by only holding in his hands was enough to bring rubor to his face, the kind that he had never expected his mother to have - which only make it better when he put it on and masturbated with it still on, over his new vagina.
"This. Is. The. Life." Donnie said between panting, after having another rocking orgasm. The pristine woman that was his mother was no more, replaced by a sexually hungry deviant, "If only she had... stuffs..." for more that he searched, he couldn't find any sexual toy - his mother seemingly more interested in work that in her own life (maybe the reason why she divorced his dad after an apparent affair with a younger woman).
Regaining his breath as his eyes closed in the dimly lit room, he gently caressed the black mirror. In the reflection his own body was smiling with the biggest smile since starting the last school year - gone were the stress of his life, replaced only by the now, the pleasure of his current body.
"Tomorrow will be great..." he thought in loud voice as he slowly fell asleep, his mind drifting with all the possibilities that he could do at the school the next day.
---
Highschool, the place were boys and girls at the doors of adulthood go in order to learn about the different topics that society consider as basic, learn the stablished social norms who rule society and make memories of the better years of one youth. At least this was what most adults would say, the chorus that many have sung so many times that it was a rule, an expectations - but adults forget in most cases that many times inside a high school, were hormones are in an all time high, the relationship of persons were more akin to the jungle, were the strongest (or popular) reign free to do what they liked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Everything will be alright, boys will be boys, it helps to form character. This and so many other phrases has been told to Donnie, specially by the guidance counselor Charlotte Smith every time that he had went for help, falling in deaf ear. Even with the sign of abuse as bruises or wet clothes, it didn't matter that the bullying continued to escalated, she still didn't do anything.
"Fat-ass, stop running!"
Donnie didn't want to ask for help of his mother - not only it would be lame - she was always so busy that he doubted that she would be interested in helping. Worse of it, his perpetrator was the little brother of his sister's boyfriend, and Donnie didn't want to win the animosity of her in case his mother did something.
"_Huff... Puff..._"
"You thought you could ran from us? This will be worse than if you haven't ran..."
After a good night of sleep, Donnie had woken still in his mother body. The recolection of what he had done hit him in the face - a depravity never seen before from his side. He turned back to himself, leaving her mother in the same position that he had been - well rested and still on lingerie. The breakfast had been the most uncomfortable thing of that morning, Donnie being unable to look at her mother's face, and she was humming as she prepared everything in a hurry.
Donnie was lost in his mind thinking about how to test the mirror, which was currently secured inside his bag, when he collided with the jocks just outside from the changing rooms. Worse of all, he had have a full on frontal crash with his bully, and instead of saying sorry as one would have expected, his first instinct was to run - this as a learnt habit - which probably was for the worst, not only because it would make them angry, but because his physical state wasn't one capable of outrunning them.
Fortunately the torture didn't last long because as soon as the bell sound started playing the group stormed off. Still, for Donnie it would mean to arrive late to class, first because he couldn't walk from the exhaustion and pain inflicted, and then because of the disaster that they had done with his stuff, taking them out from inside his bag and spreading them, a common tactic that they used.
---
"I think you should go to the Principal... maybe he can do something? Maybe he could fire the counselor?"
"I wouldn't bet on it, there are rumors that he is having as affair with her."
"But Donnie doesn't lose anything by asking!"
"I will think about it..."
In the lunchtime it was time to cry and pass the sorrows with his small group of friends; the one most understanding of his situation - given that he also was an usual victim of Leo - was Mateo - or Matt as he liked to be called - Donnie's childhood friend that has been a constant in both of their life. Son of a single mother, he was picked in school because of his Latin heritage, and together with Donnie - with was picked because of his weight - formed the group of the outcast. This soon became a real friendship, and the rest was history.
The other part of his group that completed the trio - or more like a duet with an unofficial member - was Yui Watanabe, the middle child of the Watanabe's family. Originally an outcast - this time not because of the race, but because of how she spoke English and her short hair that made her look more as a boy. This lasted during all of middle school until she started to develop as a woman - she was a late bloomer. After this, and with a renew confidence she became more outgoing and friendly (and popular), having a bigger social circle that the both of them together. In any case, the time passed together during middle school, created the kind of connection that was difficult to lose, and even now the group of friends still could find activities that all of them enjoyed, being one of them anime, with Yui in particular expressing interest in cosplaying, where in her words, she could pretend to be another person, outside of her tomboy persona.
"Seems like he woke up in a bad mood today... this could be one of the worst beating he had give you"
"Goddammit Yui, are you trying to help or what?"
"What? I'm trying to help! I'm trying to give good advice instead of the self comforting stuff that you are sprouting!" Yui started a shouting match with Matt, something rare but that had become more common since she started expanding her social circle.
"You don't understand anything!"
"Oh! I don't understand anything? Please tell me who was an outcast with the both of you until just some years ago!" Yui said as she put her hands by the hips, "Unlike you, I took control of my life. I fought for it"
"Guys..."
"It's not the same you are a woman! You don't understand what it is for men like us!"
"Oh? Now it is the misogynistic argument. For your information, girls can be more callous that men, they play with your mind, they don't care about inflicting physical pain" the voice of Yui started breaking, with some tears starting to appear in her eyes, with a body language that showed she was offended. "Fuck you Matt, I though you were better than this, you can't accept that you don't want to-"
"GUYS!" Donnie interrupted them, trying to project his voice the louder possible. "This is not like us, don't fight for something like this... I-"
"No Donnie, you don't understand...." from one of her big, black eyes a little tear appeared, "Until you do something for yourself, this will continue to escalate, and neither me, Matt, the principal or even your mother will be able to do anything." She stopped to clean her face with some wiping paper, her mascara destroyed in the process "Sorry Donnie, I can't do this anymore..." and she went away, leaving both guys stunned.
"Fuck!" Matt exploded, trying to hit an invisible can "fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Silenced arrived between the both of them. A long, uncomfortable silence.
"Don't worry, I will not abandon you" Matt whispered after some minutes.
But in Donnie's mind, the words of Yui were still present. 'Until you do something for yourself' were the words of his friend. He knew that in her own way, she was trying to help him. Maybe Donnie couldn't stand up to Leo in the physical sense, but now with the mirror, he finally could do something about it himself.
"Yui is right, I will do something about it myself" Donnie finally said, as he started searching inside his bag for the mirror.
"What are you searching for?" Matt said looking at what Donnie was doing.
"For the solution to our problems!" and so, Donnie went to search on his bag.
A minute passed, another one and then another, Donnie couldn't find the magic mirror for much he searched on his bag. He had no doubts that he had left it there this morning, secured between the history book and the biology-
"So what it is that you are searching for...?"
"A mirror, my mirror!" Donnie shouted as he turned towards Matt, "My magic mirror that I was going to use against Leo!" he finished, looking squarely at Matt.
An uncomfortable silence descended between both of them, until Matt broke the silence, "Magical? Magical as..."
"Yes! Magical! Magical as a bag of holding or an invisibility ring... what it is that you don't understand?"
"...uhmm, everything?"
Donnie in his exalted state hasn't considered that Matt had yet to know about the existence of the magical mirror. The thought of losing the mirror has short-circuited any rational thought and only now he had caught on this. "I bought a magical mirror to an old lady..." he started as Donnie told the story of how the mirror that had been sold to him could trap one image - a visage - in the mirror, and how it could be used to replace someone else's body - leaving the part where he had enjoyed his mother's visage - and now it was the perfect time to enact vengeance on Leo, but he couldn't find it.
"Let's say I believe you... which I still don't... why you didn't test all of this before..." and as an intruding though flashed illuminated his face, he added "Heck! You could have became your own sister!"
"I was afraid! Ok? I didn't want to test it alone, I wanted to show it to you.... but I forgot..."
Silence again returned between the both of them. During this time, the bell indicating the return to the second half of classes sung.
"Look, I will help you find the mirror after classes... Maybe someone found it and left it in the lost and found!"
"I hope..."
The day hadn't started in the best way for Donnie - it was up there as one of the worst - but he hoped that it would become better.
But as they were returning - with Donnie continuing ensuring his friends that the mirror was real and about all of the things they could do with the mirror, and all the different use case that Donnie had thought since yesterday - Donnie failed to notice the messages that Yui had sent to his phone...
'Im sorry'
'didnt meant wat I said'
'Ill try to do something...'
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"Shit! It is not here either!"
"Let's go, maybe you dreamed all of it?"
"No... definitely not..."
Both Donnie and Matt had gone towards the lost and found once all the classes had ended, but once that they controlled that it wasn't there, at the insistence of Donnie, they started searching for the mirror all around the school, even in places that Donnie haven't been during the day. Right now, in the stalls of the bathroom, they have been searching for more than one hour and they still haven't had luck.
Right now, Donnie was doubting if what he lived yesterday was real, if it was only part of his imagination that his mind had crafted in order to scape reality. But no... all the proof indicated that he hadn't hallucinated... that, or he had started to suffer schizophrenia, or a severe case of gender disphoria.
"C'mon man, are you sure that it was in your bag... maybe you left it in your house..." could it be? If that was the case....
"Yeah, I think you're right..." If he couldn't do anything anymore he didn't need to cry over spilled water. "Anyway, have you seen Yui?"
"Didn't you had classes with her?"
"Yeah, but she didn't show up" After you have arrived at classes, you have seen her messages. But even after assuring her that she was right and that she shouldn't have to worry, she hadn't answered. 'What if Leo did something to her?' was the preoccupation in his mind, but internally he knew that he wouldn't touch a woman.
"Weird... anyway, if you see her, tell her I'm sorry... I have to go, my mother will start to worry if I don't arrive on time."
"Ok, sure... talk to you later"
"Later!"
Yeah, if Donnie couldn't do anything, maybe it was better to return home, look at some anime and later play some League of Legends with Matt, this would maintain his mind far away from the problem... but first he had to go towards the Watanabe's, to see if everything was fine with his friend.
He hadn't taken two step towards his bicycle when a series of text started arriving. They were from Yui, but something was off about them...
'Loseeer'
'Fatass'
'Little bitch'
'Yui! Everything fine???'
In an uncharacteristic show of character, his friend had started insulting Donnie. Fearing the worst, Donnie called her - it was quicker than waiting for her to answer. The call ended without accepting the call, so he tried two times, three times... It was only when he had started to give up that someone answered.
"Yui! is every-"
"Aaaaaah"
His voice had been interrupted from what he could only describe as a moan, the kind that he have heard before in porn. The long moan didn't stop, instead it continued in a series of smaller ones. What preoccupied Donnie the most was the fact that from the other line he could make the voices of men, but they were far away from the cellphone so he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Yui, YUI! What the Fuck!?"
"Hey Fatass...." the voice that finally answered him from the other side was without a doubt Leo. In what context would Yui be doing what you feared in the presence of Leo? Was this referred to the fact that she would do something? Would she sacrifice her purity for you?
"Leo you motherfucker, if you do anything to Yui I-"
"What!? You will fight me?" Laughs came from the other side, apparently whatever you said was being broadcaster to an audience that you didn't want to know. "Listen, Yui here is taking your place, aren't you happy? Or maybe, you would prefer to be in her position"
"Bullshit! Yui would never do something like that!"
"Here..." you heard Leo passing the cellphone to another person, but within a second you knew who would answer from the other side, as the proximity of the moans increased.
"Hey bitch..." a sensual voice could be heard coming from Yui.
"Yui! You don't need to do anything, I-I-"
"Heck no! You will not do anything because this is the best thing ever! I'm so fucking tigh!"
"Yui..."
"I'm enjoying myself... you should also do it... almost-" This time a cry was heard right next to Donnie's ear, the orgasm of his friend was loud enough that anyone that would have been near him could have heard it. From a silence that seemed to last an eternity, a weak "here... take some photos" was heard.
"Fatass, don't cry, I will sent you a gift so you can masturbate with the little dick of yours... Yui will be enjoying us" Leo said as he finished the call.
"Wait! Yui!" but it was too late, the call had ended unilaterally, and no matter how many times Donnie tried to call back, it didn't matter, someone had turned off her cellphone.
Some minutes passed and as he was despairing, some message started arriving to Donnie's cellphone from an unknown number. "What the fuck!" was the only thing that Donnie could mutter as he observed the naked body of his friend. The different images showed your friend from different angles and with different expressions. The first ones seemed to be from just after the call, as she rested on her back with a satisfied expression, letting for all the world to see her nether region and the big breast that she normally hide on her hoodie.
But then they turned to her playing with her breast and vagina, sucking her own nipples as she fingered her clit, every image being raunchier than the one before it. The last thing sent was a video, in which after pressing play - against Donnie's better judgement - it showed his friend sucking and tit fucking a dick, filmed in first person. In the back Donnie could make the image of different members of the football team with someone saying "that's so gay...".
Enrapture with the photos, he noticed only now that he have an erection - When was that he had gained one? Before or after the photos? With the first moan or with her orgasm?
"Shit..." Without being able to do anything, he returned back home, trying to hide the erection in the way back.
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Filthy. Bad Friend. Traitor. Conflicting emotions were appearing in Donnie's head as he masturbated to the image of Yui in his cellphone. The emotion that he had always maintained under control - lust for his female friend - has currently gone out of control. From her naked body, to her bigger than expected boobs, and finally her vagina including the tunnel that shouldn't be looked at, the taboo of the situation made this situation worse for the heart of Donnie.
"Yui... Why? Why them?" truth be told, since he received that call and the following messages with the photos, his mind has been in disarray. He had always expected that the little crush that he have towards his friends would become true, even if he didn't act on it because he didn't want to jeopardize the situation. So when not only had the opportunity to ogle at her, but also when she was doing God knows what with his bully and his friends - the maximum betrayal - Donnie's mind did short circuit.
With a hand on his cellphone as he examined the patch of pubic hair of her friend, and the other doing the pumping motion on his dick, Donnie ejaculated all over his cellphone, not the first one of the day. He had been doing this since he returned from school, he hadn't been able to focus his mind in other tasks.
"Donnie! Time to eat" only when finally the voice of his mother called him for dinner, he noticed how much time have passed, already dark outside, before going downstairs he looked towards the Watanabe's house, just across the yard, and directly towards Yui's bedroom - the curtains on the opposed windows were hiding the dimly lit room.
"Yui..." a whisper escaped his mouth.
Going downstairs, he wondered if he could have done something different, if he could have prevented this, in any form. Looking at his sister and mother putting the table side by side, he wondered if the relationship between his group of friends would return to normal.
"Something happened Donnie? You are pale...."
"N-Nothing.... A ltittle bit stressed..."
Seated across his sister, he wondered, what if he never brought the mirror to the school, only using it at home, far away from his bully only within his group of friends, learning little by little the limitations...
"The mirror!" Donnie jumped from his seat, startling both his mother and sister. How could have he forgotten!? Leo and his group of friends had taken stuff out of his bag and must have got the mirror back then. "Fuck!"
"Donnie! Words!" his mother quickly reprimanded him, but that didn't matter, now he knew what he had to do.
"I have to go, mom!"
"No you don't, now sit back and-"
But he didn't care, standing up and running outside towards his neighbor's house, the Watanabe's, was more important than a week without internet - or whatever punishment his mother would give him.
Arriving to their house and ringing the bell, just now intrusive thoughts have started entering his mind, What I'm going to say? What if they are eating? What is- but without making him wait, Yui's mom, Esther Watanabe opened the door. An ever present smile was in her face. The petit woman was wearing a Japanese type dress that covered her whole body.
"Hi Donni! So long since I have seen you! Is everything alright?"
"Hi Ms. Watanabe... Is Yui home?" you didn't want to lose time answering her, already knowing the answer. Knowing if your friend was alright was more important than giving a good impression.
"Yes, she's in her room... Why?"
"Something from the school... Can I see her?"
"Sure?" She answered you as she stepped aside. He didn't make himself wait, taking quickly his shoes off - a tradition in the Watanabes's house. He runned from the entrance to the second floor and right outside Yui's bedroom, he tried to enter but the door was closed.
"Occupied!" came Yui's voice from inside.
"Yui! open! is me! Donnie!" he shouted, he didn't care if every other person in the house could hear him. Not two seconds passed and the door opened a little bit as he was yanked inside the bedroom, feeling to the floor in the dimly illuminated space, a musky smell permeating all the interior. "Yui, are you-" fine is what he wanted to ask, but as it turned out, he could see that that Yui wasn't his Yui.
His friends had a bemusing smile, looking in his direction, as if proving for a reaction. Donnie didn't care so much about this, as his friend body was wearing only a thong, her bare tits with her nipples looking right back at him. In her current naked state, he appreciated Yui's body as never before - the marked abdominal from her torso, the toned legs that rose until her big hips, her vagina hidden behind a black piece of cloth. A flushed face, perspiration covering her body, the pheromones in the room and the copious amount of clothes scattered around was enough to make him know what Yui - or the person wearing her visage - was doing.
"How-"
"Your Chinese friend has a rocking body, I will not lie" Yui interrupted him before he could finish his sentence "The amount of times that I have came in this body... God! Just thinking about it makes me wet" Yui finished as she stroked her pussy over the thong.
"Don't do that to her!"
"Or what!?" she changed her tone, to a more intimidating one, approaching you little by little, "Is the fat ass going to stop me from touching myself?"
"Give her body back-"
"mmmm... What would happen if I shout "rape"?" This made Donnie stop, feeling a cold shiver running down his spine. One word and his life would be over.
Cold in his feet, Donnie could only mutter a small "D-Don't do it..." almost imperceptible for anyone but him and Yui.
"Yeah, that's what I though." The person in Yui's body turned to the bed, resting her back in one of the many cushions that were there, and spreading her legs at the same time that moved her little thong to the side "Now lick, I have heard that it is awesome".
The smell increased from one moment to the other. Being face to face with the wet hair of her pubic zone was something that he have never dreamt of, even when you resorted to her during some of your masturbating session. He could hear a small ti.... coming from the back of your head as the thumbing on your chest resonate in all of your body. Feeling light weighted, Donnie did one fake step after which he found himself on the floor, with Yui looking down on him, displease present on her face.
"What a bitch..."
His vision now blurry only let him see that Yui had stood up before everything went to dark. In this final moments he could only mutter "Yui..." before Donnie lost consciousness.
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CHP 1 - Enter the Mirror in Small Town Swap - Donnie Tale
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· 10 Nov 2025
Donnie Sullivan got a hold of a magic ancient mirror that let him "get out of his own head".
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The SUKINATOR 2000 is a prototype gun able to suck people souls and then to launch them towards empty vessels.
During a high school after party, the group of friends found a futuristic looking gun called the SUKINATOR 2000. They don't know how it works, but by testing it, they will get to experience stuff that was only present in fiction.
CHARACTERS
Alan (18) - A recent graduate from high school. Single but would like a girlfriend.
Lily (18) - Asian female best friend of Alan and good friend with Mark. A cute dork very enthusiastic abour her interests.
Mark (19) - Best friend of Alan. A buff and tall guy that had been accepted by football scholarship to university.
Claire (18) - Girlfriend of Mark, still doesn't know the group very well. A black girl, part of the cheerleaders, has a sizeable ass and a modest chest.
Alisha - Cheerleader Captain of the school. Arrogant. Girlfriend of Mike.
Mike - Football Captain, boyfriend of Alisha. Meathead and Frat mentality.
Gwen - Cheerleader, size queen with big tits that like to show off, redhead with short hair. Girlfriend of Carlos.
Elena - Cheerleader, blonde with pigtails, very petite and sassy, single.
Naomi - Cheerleader, Brunette with legs. Tallest girl in school. Girlfriend of Andrew.
Suzan - Cheerleader, Ravenhaired beauty with pale skin, blue eyes and a big phat ass. Single.
Carlos - Football Team, boyfriend of Gwen.
Roger - Football Team, the gentle jock.
Andrew - Football Team, boyfriend of Naomi.
Alex - Football Team, trying to date Suzan.
Leo - The creepy loser.
Anna - School valedictorian. Very prestine, long hair and sophisticated glasses. Does ballet and play the piano.
Brandy - The mean but equally attractive female bully, blonde hair with gothic lolita clothes.
Jeff - A bully.
SETTING & WORLD
Real World. High school has just ended and people are deciding which are their next steps in their life. Coming of Age Story.
During a high school after party, the group of friends found a futuristic looking gun called the SUKINATOR 2000. They don't know how it works, but by testing it, they will get to experience stuff that was only present in fiction.
CHARACTERS
Alan (18) - A recent graduate from high school. Single but would like a girlfriend.
Lily (18) - Asian female best friend of Alan and good friend with Mark. A cute dork very enthusiastic abour her interests.
Mark (19) - Best friend of Alan. A buff and tall guy that had been accepted by football scholarship to university.
Claire (18) - Girlfriend of Mark, still doesn't know the group very well. A black girl, part of the cheerleaders, has a sizeable ass and a modest chest.
Alisha - Cheerleader Captain of the school. Arrogant. Girlfriend of Mike.
Mike - Football Captain, boyfriend of Alisha. Meathead and Frat mentality.
Gwen - Cheerleader, size queen with big tits that like to show off, redhead with short hair. Girlfriend of Carlos.
Elena - Cheerleader, blonde with pigtails, very petite and sassy, single.
Naomi - Cheerleader, Brunette with legs. Tallest girl in school. Girlfriend of Andrew.
Suzan - Cheerleader, Ravenhaired beauty with pale skin, blue eyes and a big phat ass. Single.
Carlos - Football Team, boyfriend of Gwen.
Roger - Football Team, the gentle jock.
Andrew - Football Team, boyfriend of Naomi.
Alex - Football Team, trying to date Suzan.
Leo - The creepy loser.
Anna - School valedictorian. Very prestine, long hair and sophisticated glasses. Does ballet and play the piano.
Brandy - The mean but equally attractive female bully, blonde hair with gothic lolita clothes.
Jeff - A bully.
SETTING & WORLD
Real World. High school has just ended and people are deciding which are their next steps in their life. Coming of Age Story.
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A Mysterious App let you possess other people bodies.
You download an app on your cellphone from the darkweeb - TAMAASHI. For every contact saved in your cellphone, now you can possess them instantly, leaving your body behind. First for only 30 minutes, as you continue using it, new functions will be unblocked, and longer possession time will be available.
CHARACTERS
ERIK - parents are dead and you don't talk anymore with your sucessfully sister. You were bullied during highschool and now you are a recluse.
SETTING & WORLD
Normal World. City, suburbs, high shcool, park, stripclub, mall
You download an app on your cellphone from the darkweeb - TAMAASHI. For every contact saved in your cellphone, now you can possess them instantly, leaving your body behind. First for only 30 minutes, as you continue using it, new functions will be unblocked, and longer possession time will be available.
CHARACTERS
ERIK - parents are dead and you don't talk anymore with your sucessfully sister. You were bullied during highschool and now you are a recluse.
SETTING & WORLD
Normal World. City, suburbs, high shcool, park, stripclub, mall
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