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You had told her tonight needed to be perfect, and the next thing you knew there was a flash... and then you were looking at yourself, like a reflection.
But as your male mirror image moved away, you were suddenly confused. You turned and caught your reflection in an actual mirror and were stunned by what you saw.
Before you was the image of your secretary, stood perfectly in a floral dress, her skin painted, with blonde hair cascading down her shoulders.
As the secretary in the mirror took a tentative step to the side, you felt the dress at your legs, your feet pushed up by the heels, the alien taste of lipstick on your lips.
You were her, stuck, staring at yourself! Try as you might to move, you find yourself unable to, your features locked in a doll-like pose. Your smile told the story of a woman excited to be seen at the side of her man, her hands femininely pointed outwards, nails painted the same shade as her lips. Your internal panic was masked from the outside world, your perfectly made up eyes only showing a faint glimmer of the man trapped within, screaming unheard trying to wrestle back control.
Locked in, your body acts on autopilot, turning back to your old male form and walking towards him. The click of your heels on the tiled floor, the light bounce of your breasts and the rustling of your petticoats beneath your dress fill you with forbidden delights. This shouldn't feel so good, but as he takes your hand you feel yourself melt, a warmth spreading through your tiny body.
Tonight is going to be perfect.

Description
You had told her tonight needed to be perfect, and the next thing you knew there was a flash... and then you were looking at yourself, like a reflection.
But as your male mirror image moved away, you were suddenly confused. You turned and caught your reflection in an actual mirror and were stunned by what you saw.
Before you was the image of your secretary, stood perfectly in a floral dress, her skin painted, with blonde hair cascading down her shoulders.
As the secretary in the mirror took a tentative step to the side, you felt the dress at your legs, your feet pushed up by the heels, the alien taste of lipstick on your lips.
You were her, stuck, staring at yourself! Try as you might to move, you find yourself unable to, your features locked in a doll-like pose. Your smile told the story of a woman excited to be seen at the side of her man, her hands femininely pointed outwards, nails painted the same shade as her lips. Your internal panic was masked from the outside world, your perfectly made up eyes only showing a faint glimmer of the man trapped within, screaming unheard trying to wrestle back control.
Locked in, your body acts on autopilot, turning back to your old male form and walking towards him. The click of your heels on the tiled floor, the light bounce of your breasts and the rustling of your petticoats beneath your dress fill you with forbidden delights. This shouldn't feel so good, but as he takes your hand you feel yourself melt, a warmth spreading through your tiny body.
Tonight is going to be perfect.