Foreign Reflection
Added 2025-05-15 11:53:17 +0000 UTCMark quickly turned away from the reflection but, as always, the image of the woman looking back at him carved itself into his sanity. In the months since he was taken, mirrors have shown his masculinity slipping away.
Denied clothing, the relentless reflections forced him to watch his muscles melt, his features soften and his breasts grow. All due to drugs in the food and water he was given by his faceless captors.
He would eat, drink, and sleep in this gilded cage every day without seeing another soul.
After one meal, he grew sleepy, and woke up castrated with a woman’s face. The first stranger he had seen since his imprisonment was his own.
His body changed even faster after that, softer skin, larger breasts, less body-hair. A note under the door demanded he shave his body, style his hair and do his makeup. He refused and no food came until he complied, he ate, and again, he grew drowsy.
When he awoke this time, his manhood was gone. Instructions on dilation and a set of phallic shafts were laid out for him.
When he saw the reflection of himself inserting a dilator into his new vagina, he grew disgusted at the woman he had become. Mark refused to see her, and now she avoided all mirrors.
