Anyone under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.
This story takes place in the fictional city of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.
The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.
Synopsis: A girl and her twin sister acquire an unusual mirror from the Chrystal Heights carnival.
Note to my readers- This was my entry in coolmind’s February Object Dominance contest.
I signed the receipt and handed it to the delivery man.
“Tara!” I said, calling out to my twin sister. “You have a delivery! I had to sign for it!”
Tara came out and looked at me. “Geez, Kyra,” she said. “I can hear you. You don’t have to scream.”
I looked at the package. It had taken two guys to wrestle it inside the door. It was taller than me. “What the heck is it anyway?”
Tara didn’t answer. Instead, she walked forward and began tearing off the cardboard.
Three minutes later, she was finished. She took a step back and displayed it proudly. “What do you think?” she said.
I looked at the item incredulously. “A mirror?” I said. “You bought a seven-foot mirror?”
“Yep,” she said. “I found it at the Elephant Sale at the Chrystal Heights Carnival.”
“Why in the world would you do that?” I said. “It doesn’t even match our decor! You bought a big ornate mirror for our cool mod pad? Have you lost your teeny tiny mind?”
“Geez, Kyra,” said Tara. “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”
“Well, it’s my apartment too,” I said. “We’re twenty-two years old...I don’t want some old lady mirror in here.”
We stood side-by-side, looking in the mirror. We weren’t identical twins, though we did have the same color black hair. Tara’s was longer than mine, however.
“Well, it’s not so bad,” she said. “Besides, it told me to buy it.”
I rolled my eyes. “It did not tell you to buy it!”
“Well, it didn’t exactly tell me to buy it,” she said, “but it wanted me to. I could tell.”
“Well, I’m telling you to un-buy it,” I said.
Tara looked down. “I...I don’t think I can do that.”
I turned and glared at her. “Are you telling me ‘no’?”
Tara just stared at the ground.
Infuriated, I grabbed a hair brush and hurled it at the mirror. Tara jumped, but too late to stop me.
She needn’t have bothered. It struck the mirror and bounced off.
Tara glared at me. “Don’t you dare break my mirror, Kyra!”
“Why not?” I said. “It wasn’t my idea to bring the stupid thing here!”
Tara opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, the room darkened for a moment, then brightened again.
I blinked. “Tara,” I said, “did that mirror just suck up all the light and then release it again?”
Tara glanced around. She wasn’t going to give an inch. “It probably did it ‘cuz you’re being a brat!”
“I’m being a brat ‘cuz your mirror is an evil light-sucker!”
“I bet it doesn’t like you!”
“It’s a stupid mirror!”
“It’s not stupid! You’re stupid!”
“Am not! You’re the stupid one!”
I opened my mouth to retort, but stopped. I had noticed something strange about the mirror.
Our reflections weren’t right.
“Tara,” I said, “what’s wrong with our reflections?”
Tara looked dazed, as if she barely heard me. “It’s not wrong,” she said. “It’s what the mirror wants to see.”
Tara and I were standing side-by-side, and the mirror reflected that perfectly. That was where the similarities ended, however. Tara’s reflection was of her with shorter hair and dressed in a skin-tight Dominatrix outfit, complete with leather bustier and thigh-high stiletto boots.
“You’re a bimbo!” said Tara, pointing and laughing. “That’s perfect!”
“Oh!” I said. “That is so not funny!”
Tara laughed harder.
I stamped my foot, causing my boobs to jiggle. “Stop laughing, you stupid-head!”
Tara looked at me like I had grown another head. “Did you really just call me a stupid-head?”
“Well...yeah,” I said. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I realized what it was.
I had jiggled.
I couldn’t jiggle. I didn’t have enough to effectively jiggle. But I had.
Tara looked at my chest, then back to me. “Kyra...your boobs are growing!” she said, her voice awed.
“This is, like, crazy!” I said.
“Uh-oh,” said Tara.
“Your hair,” said my sister. “It’s growing...and turning blonde.”
I spun back to the mirror, and sure enough, my hair was fading and turning into a golden waterfall flowing down my back.
“This is, like, totally whack!” I said.
I turned and looked at Tara, and my eyes widened as I realized something else.
“What?” she said.
I pointed. “Your hair,” I said. “It’s totally changing too. It’s, like, getting shorter!”
Tara’s hair shortened until it was above her shoulders. The short length emphasized the sharper lines of her face, giving her an aggressive look that hadn’t been present when her hair was long.
Tara looked at the mirror and nodded. “Yes, it is,” she said. “I like it.”
We both turned back to the mirror then. My heart was pounding as I looked at my reflection. My hair was golden blonde and had extended to my waist. My eyes were big and my lips lush and thick. My breasts had swelled at least two cup sizes and wobbled gently with my every movement. My nipples were hard. My waist had cinched in and my hips had widened slightly. My ass had swelled as well. But it was my speech patterns that really tied the image together. I was a silly bimbo bunny.
Tara appeared to have grown an inch or two, and her arms and shoulders were tight and cut. Where I was all soft curves and erotic heat, Tara was sleek strength and dominant presence.
“This...this isn’t us!” I said. “We have to get fixed!”
“Wait,” said Tara. “The mirror is telling us what it wants. Look.”
I looked at the mirror and gasped.
Our reflections were moving on their own now. My reflection had dropped to its knees in front of Tara’s reflection. Tara’s reflection was holding my reflection by its hair and pressing its face against her pussy.
My reflection was licking Tara’s reflection. Licking her pussy.
“Omigod!” I squealed. “Totally no way!”
“Oh, definitely way, slut,” said Tara.
“Like, uh-uh!” I said, and I ran at the mirror.
I’m not sure what I thought I’d accomplish- I was going to try to break the mirror somehow- but before I got there, the mirror sucked in all the light again and the room went dark.
Seconds later, the light poured out of the mirror and I could see again. And a few things had changed.
I was now wearing a tube top that barely contained my jiggling breasts. I was also in a latex micro-skirt that barely reached the bottom of my ass. I was barefoot and there was a collar around my throat. My fingernails, toenails and lips were all bimbo red.
Tara was a vision in tight leather. The bustier propped her breasts, making them look commanding, while her spiked leather boots gave her several inches on me in my bare feet. Her hips were naked, however...she wore no panties.
Tara looked at me and narrowed her eyes. I wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. I felt small.
She reached out and slid her fingers into my cleavage. Then she casually ripped my tube top off in a single motion. I squeaked, my arms instinctively crossing over my big boobs.
I giggled and took a step back. “Like, we don’t have to, you know, like, do what the mirror says and stuff, you know...?”
My cheeks reddened. I couldn’t stop the bimbo-speak.
Tara smiled. “I know, Kyra,” she said, “but I have no problem with it. You need to learn a lesson.”
“I sooooo don’t think so,” I said.
“I do,” said Tara, “and that’s all that matters.”
And suddenly I was over her lap.
I had no idea how it happened, but Tara was suddenly sitting down and she had me over her lap. My eyes widened as I felt my skirt slide up over my rounded ass.
“Hey!” I said. “Stop that!”
“Shush,” she said, and then her hand came down on my bare ass with a series of audible thwacks!
My eyes widened more as my ass began to burn. I squirmed and wriggled and squealed like a slut, but I couldn’t get away.
“Ow! Stop! Ow! Please! Ow! No more! Ow! Stop! Ow! Please! Ow! I’ll be good! Ow!”
Tara spanked my bare ass for a solid minute, and my cheeks were wet when she finally stopped.
“So,” she said, “what do you think of the mirror’s orders now?”
I was sniffling and holding my burning ass, but I scrambled off her lap and got between her knees.
“Oh!” said Tara. She spread her knees. “You’re learning!”
My heart was pounding. I was kneeling between my sister’s thighs, staring at her pussy. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never licked a girl before. I had no idea what to do.
I turned and looked at the mirror. My reflection was still licking my sister’s reflection. I watched for a few moments, then turned back between Tara’s thighs.
I took a deep breath, then slid my tongue over her clit.
Her hips twitched. It wasn’t a lot, but it was a good start.
I licked her clit again, then began working her with my lips and tongue the best I could. It became a little easier as my swollen bimbo lips seemed to find her most sensitive spots instinctively.
Her hips began wriggling, then writhing, and soon I felt her fingers sliding into my golden locks as she pressed her pussy against my mouth.
Then a stranger thing happened. The more I pleasured my sister, the more aroused I became.
My nipples were rock hard and I was wetter than I had ever been in my life. Tara moaned and her hips bucked, and my belly muscles jumped. My sister was turning me into a bimbo sex toy, and I couldn’t stop her.
Then her breath hissed through her teeth as my sister exploded into orgasm.
Her legs spread wider and my tongue worked her clit through the entire wave. Her hips bucked and she moaned, and I couldn’t stop licking her the entire time. And then, just as she started coming down, my own orgasm started.
Waves of pleasure flowed over me. I moaned into Tara’s pussy again and again, and it seemed to go on forever. When it finally ended, my cheek was pressed against Tara’s inner thigh. My heart was still pounding, but being inches from my sister’s pussy felt completely natural.
I giggled. “Did I do good?”
“Yes,” said Tara. “You did.”
“I’m glad,” I said, and I meant it. Then I blinked. “Hey, wait a minute...I’m speaking normally!”
“Yes,” said Tara. “You are. The mirror is rewarding you.”
“But we haven’t changed back,” I said. “You’re still all Dommey and I’m still...well...bimboey.”
“Well,” said Tara, laying a hand on my cheek, the cheek that was just inches away from the pussy I had just serviced, “I have nothing to do with that. The mirror’s in charge. You’ll just have to wait until the mirror decides to show you a different image.”
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