Upon Reflection Ch. 02

Author's Note: This is a commission I've been working on recently from one of my readers. It explores a side of MC that I usually don't write about, which made it a lot of fun to work on! Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of potentially nonconsensual sex, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters and situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, © 2020. All rights reserved. Enjoy!

UPON REFLECTION

by Fidget

Chapter 2: Beyond Good and Evil

The next week passed uneventfully. Maddie was still reeling from her breakup, and couldn't bear to see how Darren and Amber were all over each other in public, though she felt that her blackout the previous week in Cassandra's room in the basement had somehow helped, as though Darren had been less important to her after looking in that mirror. And, all the while, in the back of her mind was a constant reminder of how eager she was to go back to Cassandra's room, even with how off-putting her experience down there had been the previous week.

Nicole left Maddie alone for the most part, though she was still just as contemptuous of her, of course. Nicole was just too busy with her newest girlfriend, and she figured that her loud moans echoing down the residence hall each night would be torment enough. Nicole recalled the strangeness of her experience in the basement, of course, but wasn't worried about it too much. It had been out of her control, and whatever happened had happened, so there was no use dwelling on it. In any case, Nicole remembered the changes Maddie had undergone the previous week after looking in the mirror, and was very interested in possibly seeing that side of her again, which nicely complemented her own strong desire to return to the basement in spite of her slight misgivings about it.

Professor Alexis Streater went through her lectures and meetings almost mechanically, fully absorbed in the horrible moral and ethical implications of what Cassandra was doing, but not currently seeing a way to stop her. If only someone would do something! It never occurred to the professor to talk to anyone about it, however, and she told herself that perhaps she could fix things herself when she went back this week. She was certainly looking forward to it, in any case.

Inevitably, of course, the day arrived, and at 8pm sharp, the trio found themselves at the entrance to the mirror room in the basement once more. Today Maddie was wearing a simple white tshirt that said CHEER! across the front and short pink shorts with the word PINK across the butt that nicely showed off her tanned and toned athletic figure, while Nicole's curves were stuffed into a low-cut tanktop without a bra and the shortest skirt she could get away with. The professor wore slacks and a professional blouse on her petite frame, complete with tasteful pumps. They looked up at the uncovered mirror above the door, felt their heads fuzz slightly, and slowly walked into the room after the door opened. Once again it closed behind them with finality, and they recalled that they'd have to look in the mirror above the door in order to leave.

Cassandra was standing right where she had been the previous week, mirror in hand, waiting for them.

"Welcome back everyone! I'm so glad you all returned this week! Feel free to enjoy yourselves here for as long as you'd like, doing whatever you please," she said with a smile, taking a seat on a nearby chaise.

Maddie and Nicole stayed by the door, remembering their odd experiences from the previous week and determined to avoid the mirror in the middle of the room at all costs, though Nicole hoped Maddie might accidentally glance at it, of course.

The professor was carefully looking around the room in the meantime, desperate to find something she could use against Cassandra, but all she saw was expensive furniture and extravagant decorations. She eventually worked her way to the middle of the room, and began to examine the base and frame of the mirror that had triggered Nicole and Maddie's mental transformations. The entire time she was near it, she could feel her eyes being drawn almost magnetically to the silvery, reflective surface, and in a moment of weakness, she happened to catch a glance of a large, muscular young man somehow reflected in its burnished finish. Confused, she looked around herself in case she'd failed to notice anyone else in the room with them, before looking fully into the mirror as her natural curiosity betrayed her.

She was surprised to see the confident eyes of a virile young man looking back at her, and as her eyes remained glued to his, she realized that this young man was her reflection. She had fallen into the mirror's trap, and knew that within minutes she would fully believe that this young man was her. She tried to keep her mind on her task for the sake of her students, but as her eyes became more and more intently focused on her reflection and her mind began to cloud, she knew that Cassandra had won, and that none of her knowledge of human psychology would be able to save her from the appealing ideas currently invading her mind.

When she thought about it, she realized that her students were responsible for their own actions, and that what was going on here wasn't her fault at all. How could she have known what Cassandra was up to? It was more important for her to start doing what she wanted to for once, and what he wanted was to continue staring at his reflection, feeling his mind grow more reckless and sure of himself as he continued to absorb the mirror's appealing ideas. People were always telling him what to do, and never let him have what he wanted. And what he wanted, he suddenly realized, was what every horny young stud wanted: sex, lots and lots of sex. In fact, Alex could feel himself becoming aroused at that very thought, and hoped that his growing erection wasn't showing through his tight gym shorts. He looked down at his reflection in the mirror and saw that his dick was in fact tenting, but all of a sudden it no longer bothered him that it was clearly visible through the tight fabric. There was nothing like the sight of a large, erect cock on a muscular guy to draw exactly the kind of female attention he was looking for, but it could still get uncomfortable, so he reached down to adjust himself.

When he did so, he was surprised to find that his strong, masculine legs were somehow encased in professional-looking suitpants like his mom would wear. What the fuck?, he thought, pulling at the unfamiliar-feeling elastic material in bewilderment. Forgetting to adjust himself, and completely oblivious to the fact that he didn't actually have a penis, Alex checked the rest of his clothing and immediately noticed that his size 14 feet were somehow crammed into a pair of what seemed to be tiny womens' pumps! That couldn't be right, because his feet had been huge since his growth spurt a few years before, and he didn't think they made girls' shoes that big! Someone had to be messing with him. He kicked off the uncomfortable pumps, ripped off the bottoms of the hose he was apparently wearing, and felt better with his strong feet flat on the ground. He considered removing his girl pants as well, but he didn't know where he was, and didn't want to get arrested for indecency or something.

Lifting his gaze to his chest, he found that, once again, he was wearing women's clothing. What Alex saw as muscular pecs, earned through countless hours in the gym at his high school, were practically bursting the seams of the frilly blouse he found himself in, and he could even feel a bra digging into his chest. Giving himself over to his adolescent rage at the indignity of his situation, he ripped the blouse off and snapped the bra's straps, leaving what he thought was his muscular chest exposed.

The others, however, stared in surprise as their petite, world-renowned psychology professor ripped her blouse and bra off before their eyes, her face and chest flushed with sudden rage as her small, shapely breasts bounced and jiggled with the exertion, completely exposed in the middle of the room. Nicole in particular was drawn by the shapely body her professor had been hiding under her drab clothes, and looked her up and down approvingly.

Alex, for his part, thought little of taking his shirt off like this, especially after glancing around the unfamiliar room and seeing three hot co-eds standing near the door. With this physique, the girls definitely won't mind me showing a little skin. And, he thought, as he felt his adolescent hormones driving him to have sex with as many attractive young women as he could, if I play my cards right, it might even get me laid with one of them later. Grinning, he leaned back against a nearby pillar and placed his hands in his pockets to show off his chest and abs as he openly leered at the three women.

Nicole was quickly becoming more and more taken with this new Professor Streater as she felt the half-naked professor's eyes running up and down her curvy body, almost like a catcalling man's would. Whatever it was, Nicole was digging it. Where had all of this new confidence come from, and where had the professor been hiding that sexy little body? It wasn't fair - the mirror kept turning the women around her into sexy lesbians, so why did she have the feeling that her own experience had been so markedly different?

Maddie, however, was horrified as her revered professor flaunted her perky tits at them, apparently completely unconcerned by the fact that her assets were dangling freely off her petite torso in the first place, as her tasteful blouse lay on the floor in tatters. "Professor Streater, do you think you should, like, maybe put your shirt back on?" she asked tentatively.

"'Professor'? What the fuck are you talking about? It's 'Alex', and I can take my shirt off if I want to," Alex said sullenly. "I think you want me to put my shirt back on because you're enjoying the view a bit too much," he continued, flexing his bulging biceps at her.

Cassandra was watching this exchange with great interest, of course, and while the petite "Alex"'s tits jiggled as she attempted to flex her small arm at Maddie, Cassandra briefly glanced down at her mirror to check the list of the professor's changes.

Alexis Streater

GENDER: FEMALE > MALE

MATURITY: AGED AND RESPONSIBLE > YOUNG AND SELFISH

CLIQUE: NERD > JOCK

BUILD: PETITE > MUSCULAR

SEX DRIVE: MIDDLE-AGED FEMALE > ADOLESCENT MALE

INHIBITIONS: INHIBITED > UNINHIBITED

SEXUAL ROLE: SUBMISSIVE > DOMINANT

Cassandra found herself nearly gasping with her own arousal after reading the description of the professor's changes. It was so hot that the mirror had made her think she was an adolescent male, especially one this testosterone-fueled. The professor would be aching to get her throbbing cock into all three of the women present, Cassandra included, even though she didn't have a throbbing cock, which just made Cassandra even hornier.

Meanwhile, bored of Maddie's prudishness, Alex looked back over at Nicole, who was showing very clear signs of interest, and winked at her suggestively. Encouraged by her blush, Alex stood up off the column and swaggered his way over to her, naked breasts bouncing freely, wrapped an arm around her waist, and said "Hi, I'm Alex, I don't think we've met."

Resolving not to let another opportunity slip away like she had last week, Nicole decided then and there that she was going to fuck her psychology professor, right here in Cassandra's room. She looked over at Cassandra. "You said we could do whatever we wanted to in here, right?"

"Absolutely. The bed wouldn't be so big if it weren't there to be used," Cassandra said with a wink, though the clear flush of arousal creeping its way up her neck filled Nicole with suspicion.

"You aren't going to do anything weird to us while we're over there, are you?"

"Not unless you want me too," she responded with a hungry grin.

Alex, however, had gleaned that Nicole was willing to fuck him, and the feeling of her soft body so close to his was more than he could stand. "Come on baby, she said it was ok. Let's go do it," he said as he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into him, the feel of her feminine curves against his hard body driving all thoughts out of his mind other than getting his hardening cock into that tight little pussy.

Nicole melted as the surprisingly strong, confident older women pressed her small, naked breasts into her side, and didn't make any attempt to resist as she felt Professor Streater's hand sneaking in to cop a feel of her large, braless breasts.

"I like those tits, bitch," Alex said gruffly as he gave her prominent nipples a pinch. "I bet you like these pecs too."

"Hell yeah," Nicole responded, totally down for whatever masculine roleplay her erstwhile professor now seemed into, as long as she kept doing whatever she was doing to her nipples.

As he groped Nicole's sexy body in her tight clothes, Alex felt his dick throbbing with need against her. Nicole experienced this as a series of pelvic thrusts her small professor was making against her wide hip, becoming even more turned on at her professor's obvious lust for her body. In fact, she seemed completely uninterested in Nicole other than in the pleasure her body could provide, which was exactly what Nicole had been craving - pure carnal pleasure, with no strings attached. Her misgivings about Cassandra forgotten, she allowed herself to be backed against the bed by the much smaller professor, who forcefully kissed her and began to sneak a hand up her short skirt. Nicole moaned encouragingly and quickly slid her panties off, before unbuttoning the professor's slacks and pushing them and her underwear down, revealing the professor's delightfully slick pussy, which Nicole couldn't wait to taste.

Alex, however, had other plans. Damn, this bitch really wants it, he thought to himself as he tried to press his erection against her, momentarily confused when he didn't feel any pressure back. He looked down and panicked when he saw no sign of his dick, afraid that he'd somehow lost his erection this close to banging such an incredibly hot slut.

"Here, you'll probably need this," Cassandra said, walking over and holding out a large strap-on. Alex briefly shook his head in bewilderment, suddenly feeling a strong sense of dysphoria, but once Cassandra bent over and put the strap-on around his naked torso, Alex felt a renewed sense of confidence as his cock proudly rose again, more than ready to sink itself deep into the brunette's willing pussy.

Nicole was briefly puzzled by the way Professor Streater hadn't seemed to notice Cassandra fitting her with a strap-on, but quickly forgot her confusion as the tiny professor pushed her backwards onto the bed and prepared to mount her.

Alex could practically feel the testosterone flooding his virile male body, and eagerly thrust himself deep into Nicole's soaked slit, the pleasurable sensations emanating from his strangely solid, inflexible dick driving him to thrust back into her again and again, as instinct drove the young man to mate with his eager partner.

As Cassandra watched Professor Streater thrusting into her student with her strap-on, watching the dildo grind against the professor's clit on every thrust, Cassandra tried to visualize what the professor must be feeling: a sensitive dick penetrating a slick, receptive pussy, seeming to grow harder and thicker with each thrust as the clitoral stimulation drove the professor toward her own orgasm.

All the while, Maddie was watching in horror as Nicole took advantage of Professor Streater, who was very clearly not herself. She tried to think of a way to get them to stop, and remembered that the mirror would change Nicole into someone else. Whatever Nicole's alter-ego was, it had to be preferable to what was currently going on, so Maddie silently made her way over to the mirror and rotated it so that it was facing the bed.

Nicole had just pulled herself up on top of Professor Streater to ride the strap-on, and was enjoying the feeling of the professor roughly groping her large tits through her thin shirt, but when she briefly looked up from the petite older woman she was fucking, she felt her eyes immediately lock onto those of a cute little Catholic schoolgirl once more. Somehow she had been tricked into looking into the mirror again! She immediately tried to look away, but it was too late - her reflection was staring back at her, and, overwhelmed by an irresistible feeling of submissiveness, Nicole suddenly felt a desire to allow the mirror to continue to work its magic on her, and couldn't bring herself to look away. She felt her familiar need to please others returning, and her posture once more became withdrawn as she grew more and more self-conscious. Suddenly, however, she noticed that another person's reflection had appeared in the mirror's shiny surface, and before she knew it, her sweet, innocent eyes were being pulled over...

Maddie wondered what Nicole's alter-ego looked like, and glanced into the mirror herself to see. She was surprised to find a petite, conservatively-dressed schoolgirl that otherwise looked exactly like Nicole staring out into the real Nicole's eyes. She could see that Nicole was already trapped by the mirror; her shoulders were already slumping with submission, and her deep moans became cuter and higher-pitched as Alex continued to fuck her with the dildo.

When Maddie tried to look away from the mirror, however, she instead found her eyes shifting slightly to the left, where the intense eyes of Madison eagerly met her gaze. She began to feel that familiar floating sensation as her personality began to pull away from her, and, as terrified as she was of what everyone would think of her when her alter-ego fully took over, when she tried to avert her gaze from the mirror, she instead felt an intense rush of arrogant self-confidence, and decided that she would look at the mirror for however long she damn well pleased. The more she did so, of course, the less she cared what the others thought of her, and the more she cared about how good their sexy, feminine bodies would feel in her strong hands as her waning desire for dick continued to slip away. Yes, some fresh pussy was exactly what she needed. But whose?

As Madison continued to glare into the mirror, her double's eyes shifted to the side, and Madison felt her eyes again being drawn back to Nicole's reflection. This time, however, when Nikki's sweet, innocent gaze met her own, Madison felt her head grow fuzzy in spite of her newfound self-reliance, and a new change began to wash over her, heedless of her feeble efforts to resist. She calmed down as she realized that there was a pussy that she wanted to taste above all others, and as she held on to the apathy and indifference that had made her strong, she felt a new desire growing within her to sexually dominate the small, innocent Nikki. Nikki's shyness and submission was clearly an invitation for Madison to assert herself, and this realization filled her with need, making her want to fuck her irresistible little lipstick lesbian lover all the more.

Staring into Madison's angry eyes in the mirror, the conservative Nikki had been similarly filled with an unwelcome lust for the bad-mannered girl she had timidly watched masturbate the previous week, but as the mirror continued to redefine their relationship, her mind compliantly accepted the new reality that Madison was not only her girlfriend, but her Mistress, and she felt her sweet, submissive nature reorient itself toward her volatile partner.