Mirror of Opposite Reality
As far as he could remember, Ashton had always dreamed of knowing what it was like to be a woman. But not in a trans kind of way, he was comfortable with his male body and identity. More in a curious kind of way, wanting to know how it felt, just as much in the day to day as in bed. He was bummed out by the knowledge that he would never know what it would be like to be a girl, a real one. Sure, he could cross-dress, but that felt like pure imitation, and he still knew he was a man below the makeup and clothing, so while the illusion might have been convincing for everyone else, it was for himself that he wanted that experience. In the end, he had abandoned the idea of ever truly feeling what it was like to be a woman and was overall content with remaining a man for the rest of his life.
Until one
day, when he stumbled upon the opposites mirror. A magical artefact, it was
actually a portal to another reality, where things on the other side were
reversed. This meant that while he was a man here, on the other side he was a
woman. Ashton had some fun with the mirror, watching his female self replicate
his every move. He grabbed his pecs, watching as the woman in the mirror
grabbed her tits. But he wasn’t here to just see what he would look like as a
woman; however gorgeous she was. He wanted to experience what it was like, to
feel it completely. So, without nay hesitation, he reached out and touched the
mirror.
There was a
pulling sensation all along his arms, and suddenly a rush of vertigo, as his
consciousness was absorbed into this alternate reality. Suddenly everything
snapped back into place, except he was in his female self’s body, staring back
at himself! He was ecstatic, combing his delicate fingers through his long
lustrous hair, feeling the softness of his skin. But there was one more thing
he needed to try, and he couldn’t do it here. Seeking the privacy of a washroom,
he pulled his dress up and his panties down, revealing the crux of his change,
the ultimate reason he had gone through with this, his pussy.
What followed was a masturbation session like no man had
ever truly experienced, masturbating as a woman. He explored the depth of his
new anatomy, feeling how his clit and nipples gave him little sparks of
pleasure whenever he brushed them, diving his fingers deep into his wet cunt,
the feminine sound of him moaning only turning him on more than he already was.
In the end, he had to refrain himself from crying out loudly in pleasure as he
came like a freight train, his whole body spasming uncontrollably as his pussy
twitched around his fingers. He knew that the female orgasm was intense, but
this was on a whole other level.
But, as great as this was, it really was just an experience,
a temporary exploration of the intricacies of the other sex. Satisfied, for
now, he decided to head back to his own reality. And besides, now that he knew
of the mirror‘s location, nothing would stop him from coming back and slip into
his female life for further experiments. He headed back to the mirror, still
basking in the afterglow of his first female orgasm, a content smile upon his
face. His expression quickly switched to panic as he noticed his male body also
coming towards the mirror, but carrying a large sledgehammer, and with a
sinister smile spread upon her lips. Ashton panicked, picking up the pace into
a dash towards the mirror, his reflection doing the same. Just as he reached
out to touch the mirror, his copy swung the hammer, shattering it to pieces. A
shockwave of energy surged from it, knocking him back and fixing his soul into
his new body, the link between the two worlds severed. And now that he was no
longer connected to his body, his soul morphed to adapt to this new body, this
new life, and a rush of memories came flooding in.
She knew
her name was now Ashley, and that, unfortunately, her gender was not the only
thing that was swapped in this world of opposites. While Ashton had been a
decent guy, Ashley was a manipulative bitch who used guys to get what she
wanted, because as Ashton had been attracted to women, Ashley was only
attracted to men. And Ashton had a nice office job that was well paid, which
meant that Ashley was unemployed, living off tinder dates and hookups with
older rich men… Which technically made her an escort. But the biggest thing was
the memory of being drunk at such a meetup, and forgetting to put a condom on,
resulting in pregnancy. She started to realize now why her previous self had
been so eager to escape this horrible life, and had shattered the mirror,
making the life swap permanent.
Now Ashton
was stuck as Ashley, with no way to return to her cozy life without the mirror.
Not only that, but more and more she found herself acquiring Ashley’s
mentality, her impulses, her desires. She knew who the father of her child was
and was planning on making him pay as much child support as she possibly could.
The fact that this idea even came to mind felt disgusting, but how else was she
going to live? She started going out with men again after a while, which felt
strange considering she had never actually ever gone out with a man, she only
had the memories of doing so.
Over time
she got used to being this gold digger, this whore who abused men for their
money, sleeping with them in hopes of getting even more cash out of them. She
had trouble remembering her past life, the one where she wasn’t a pregnant
woman, but a happy, successful man with a desire to experience what it was like
to be a girl. Well now she didn’t have a choice, she would have to live as one
for the rest of her life and experience the full spectrum of what women went
through, starting with pregnancy, and then motherhood. And if things went well,
she had a feeling this could become quite profitable for her, having child
after child with different men, get that extra money for them, and all she
would have to do is stay home and take care of the brats.
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