Tony couldn't help it, he found this old mirror near an old strip joint around the 80's. Whe80s got it home, he placed it 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 felt the mirror, or touched myself, it was like each time I touched, so did she, the strangest thing that Emma looked familiar to her. I looked at the weight, her/my breasts. The height of her/hair was long and styled in the style of that era. She was wearing sort of sexy lingerie, a pair of nylons and transparent skirt and a pair of stilettoes, and a 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 surroundings suddenly changed, the entire room changed too. As Tony retired to figure it out, A big man appeared on the roof. He smiled at me/. I asked What do you want, I /she asked. You have a invited to the VIP room, Emma baby. I don't know why I left the room for the VIP room, I don't know how or why, but I acted on instinct, like I did this a dozen or a hundred times. The strangest thing is that it should bother me, but it didn't. After an hour, I did what I did, I returned to my changing room. Trying to figure things out. How or why it happened was the mirror cured, a time-loop, entered another reality. Was it, something else, why he was Emma Tits. What's the story behind it? Well, there is a reason more strange than a mirror why it happens
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