Tony stared at his reflection in the mirror, which he had just stolen from the old strip joint.
He could not believe what he was seeing.
He could not believe it.
He looked like the '80s pron actress and stripper Emma Tits.
The longer he stood there staring at her, the more real it became.
He felt the weight of her heavy breasts on his chest and the empty void between his legs.
He pulled down the red bottoms he was now wearing to confirm what he suspected.
He was just coming to terms with his transformation when the door behind him opened, making him turn around in surprise.
That's when he noticed, it wasn't just his body and gender that had changed, but the whole entire room was different.
He looked into the face of a big man who was staring at him with lust-filled eyes and said in a female voice that was new to him.
What do you want?
The man smiled at him and said they were ready for you in the VIP lounge.
Somehow, he had been transformed into her and sent back in time into the 80s and into her life.
Tony could help it, he found this old mirror near and old strip joint that was around the 80's. When he got it home he placed in his house. When he stared into the mirror. Its wasn't him that was staring back, it was old porn , and stripper from the 80's a 20-something girl name Emma Tits. The longer he stared the stranger he felt, each time I felted the mirror, or touched myself, It was like each time I touch so did she, the strangest thing that Emma looked familiar to her. I looked feel thew weight, her/my breasts, The height of her/my hair was long and style into style of that era. She was wearing sort of sexy lingerie, a pair of nylons and transparent skirt and pair of stilettoes, and short silky robe that open to show me/her that, SHE/I was a girl, female, but how, why, I hope it was some kind of trick or joke mirror. It was real, I was her , she was me, the more confused i was, the surrounding suddenly changed the entire room changed too. As Tony retired to figure it out, A big man appeared in the room, he smiled at me/her. I asked what do you want, I /she asked. You have a invited at the VIP room, Emma baby. I don't why I left the room to the VIP room, I don't know how or why, but I/she acted like on instinct , like I did this a dozen or a hundred times. The strangest thing is it should bother me, but it didn't. after a hour I did what i did, I returned to my changing room. Trying to figure into things out. How or why, it happens was the mirror cured, a time-loop, entered another reality. Was it, something else, why he was Emma Tits. What the story behind it. Well, there is reason more stranger than a mirror , why it happens
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