The Reflection (Complete)

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The Reflection (Complete)

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The Reflection
One morning, Lily notices something different about her reflection. AI illustrated.
Part 1

The city was already alive with the cacophony of speeding cars and blaring sirens when Lily rolled out of bed, still feeling tired from the previous day. She shuffled to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. It looked back at her, squinty-eyed, messy-haired, and... naked? Strange, she hadn't remembered sleeping naked. Lily's hand dropped to her side, and she felt rough flannel. She glanced down at herself, confirming the presence of her flannel pajamas, top and bottom. She glanced back up at her reflection. Completely naked, from her pink nipples down to where the mirror met the sink just below her belly. Standing on tiptoes, she confirmed that she was naked below there too, naked and smooth from her depilation efforts the night before.

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She blinked a few times, then ran the faucet and splashed some water on her face. Her reflection remained the same, albeit now with a slightly reddened, dripping face. She tugged at her pajama top, and her reflection mirrored the motion, grasping at empty air. It had also taken on a puzzled expression.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked herself. She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and reopened them. Her reflection remained bare as before.

Her eyes wandered to the mirror's ornate gold frame, which had been defiled with odd symbols carved in at irregular intervals. Lily's small studio apartment lacked many things—one of the most basic was a built-in bathroom mirror. She had thus counted herself quite lucky to have found, shortly after moving in, a mirror of the correct size and shape—and in pristine condition—abandoned on the sidewalk. It didn't really match her decor, but she figured it would be temporary. However, over the past months, she had found many more urgent needs for her salary than a new bathroom mirror.

Was this some kind of trick? No one but her had been in her apartment for the last few days, so it didn't seem likely. And how could such a thing be possible? Had someone replaced her mirror with a display rigged to show deepfakes? Why would anyone do that? Lily shuddered, glancing around the bathroom for hidden cameras. Her landlord was a bit of a creep, but this was... something else.

Lily could feel her heart racing in her chest, could see her frightened expression in her naked reflection. She grabbed a towel from the rail and hung it over the mirror, having no better immediate solution. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled off her flannels and hopped in the shower.

Sometime later, Lily emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, body and hair firmly wrapped in two towels. The warm water had calmed her nerves, but she had not yet been brave enough to remove the towel from the mirror. She pulled the day's outfit from her dresser and laid it out on the bed, then quickly dressed. Feeling a little exposed, she pulled on a baggy black hoodie. From the bedside table, her phone buzzed.

Still wrapped up in the towel, Lily grabbed her phone, but froze before the blank display. The black screen showed a reflection of her face and chest—sans hoodie. Though she felt the fabric on her skin, saw it on her sleeve, the tops of her breasts stared back at her from the black screen.

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Lily flung the phone on the bed, screen down. What the hell was going on? Her pulse raced and her hands felt clammy. Her hoodie came up to her neck—she could feel it there. Was she having a mental break?

If she was, there was no time to address it—any more dallying and she would risk being late for work, where she was still new on the job and at the bottom of the totem pole. But the reflection in her phone screen had confirmed that whatever was happening was not confined to her bathroom mirror. The city was all glass and steel, a place of infinite reflections. She would see her reflection everywhere. How could she go out like this? What if others could see it too? Her stomach twisted at the thought.

There was no way of knowing. Not until it was too late. Maybe it was all in her head. A stress reaction of some kind, brought on by too many late nights hunched in front of Photoshop. That had to be it. That was the only thing that made sense.

Lily tightened the hoodie at the neck, but it was a futile gesture. When she glanced at her phone, her reflection stared back naked as before. She stuffed it in the pocket of her hoodie, grabbed her bag from where she'd dumped it the night before, and walked straight out of the apartment and down the building's creaking stairs, trying to not glance at any windows, forcing herself to ignore the flashes of skin in the corners of her vision, forcing herself not to think about the reflection of the hunched-over naked girl trudging down through the lobby.

On the street, Lily pulled her hood up over her head and stared at her shoes as she navigated the crowds. Her head was pounding. She needed a coffee. Maybe that would cure her psychosis. She grimaced at the brief sight of her bare skin in the glass entrance door, but pushed past it and took her place in line.

At the counter, a barista whose face was hardly visible between his curly beard and overgrown hair took her order and payment. As he was ringing her up, his eyes went wide, staring at something behind her. "Thank you for your... uh, woah... ma'am... are you... do you know that... um, are you feeling a bit of a draft?"

The color drained from Lily's face as she looked over her shoulder. Her bare ass was reflected in the polished glass of the coffee shop window. The image was indistinct and blurred at the edges, but clear enough to be unmistakable. A couple of people in the line behind her whispered to each other.

"Huh," said the barista. "I thought you... ugh, maybe I need to get my eyes checked. Sorry, ma'am, your coffee will be ready soon."

"Th-thank you," Lily said, battling to hide any reaction on her face.

That confirmed it—others could see it too. Lily hurriedly shuffled to the collection spot, placing a pillar between her and the shop window. She grabbed her plastic cup before the startled barista had even finished saying her name and hurried out back onto the street, taking burning gulps.

The horrible reality was starting to sink in—everyone else could see her naked reflection. All she could hope for was that, like the barista, most would probably think it a trick of the light, or a figment of their imagination. Lily had thought she was going crazy when she first saw herself in the mirror—others probably would too. In some ways, this was worse than going crazy.

Short glimpses of her reflection in shop windows indicated that coffee was not the cure to her condition. She pulled her hood further down her face, but it did nothing to stop the enthusiastic chorus of wolf whistles from the construction site two blocks from her office, though that was quite normal. What was less normal was how much attention the construction workers appeared to be paying to the glass window Lily was just about sprinting past.

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By the time she finally reached the Sphinx offices, an airy open-plan on the 20th floor of another shiny glass tower, her nerves were shredded. She hurried to her desk, took one look at the computer monitor, and then hastily adjusted the blinds on the window behind it before sitting down.

Her colleague Maya arrived fifteen minutes later and plopped down on the seat beside her. "What's gotten into you this morning, hiding in this dark corner?" she asked, pointing at the blinds.

"It's for the glare," Lily said quickly. "Can't see a thing with the sun shining on my screen all the time."

Maya raised an eyebrow. "It's never bothered you before."

Lily shrugged, continuing her deep etching.

"Seriously, it's way too gloomy in here with the blinds drawn," said Maya, striding purposefully to the window.

"Don't!" Lily blurted out, her tone more shrill than intended.

But it was too late. The blinds shifted up, allowing the morning light to stream into the office. The glare was, indeed, particularly bad today, and Lily's screen was at once awash with light, obscuring its contents and replacing them with her reflected face, shoulders, and chest.

"Whoa, what the hell?!" Maya whispered harshly, leaning in to confirm what she thought she'd seen. "Lily, the office is no place to touch up your sexy selfies!"

Lily bit her lip, heat rising to her cheeks.

"Wait, what's going on?" Maya asked, her eyes squinting behind the round lenses of her glasses. Her reflection appeared beside Lily's, normally clad. "Is this, like, an AI thing? Are you streaming right now?! I don't want to be in your camshow!"

Lily wanted to scream in frustration, but knew it would be better to remain calm and avoid drawing anyone else's attention to her reflection. She felt hurt that Maya would start assuming all these wild things about her, but tried to put herself in Maya's (reflected) shoes. She took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose to calm herself down. "I can explain," she said, taking Maya's wrist. "Lady's room. Now."

Moments later, Maya and Lily were standing at the row of sinks in the office ladies' room, in front of the large, clear mirror on the wall. Behind the sinks stood two women, a curly-haired brunette in a green skirt and a redhead in jeans and a baggy hoodie. Their reflections, however, showed a woman in a green dress standing next to a woman who was completely nude.

"Whoa," said Maya. "So you said it's been like this since this morning?" Not for the first time, she took off her glasses, cleaned them on her dress, and put them back on. "This is really weird."

Lily blushed profusely on both sides of the mirror. The reflections in the windows and her computer screen were partial, indistinct, and fuzzy at the edges, but the restroom mirror offered no such comforts. Her entire upper body was bared to the scrutiny of Maya, a woman barely more than an acquaintance.

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Behind them, the restroom door creaked. Lily's eyes went wide with fear, and she dashed into a stall, slamming the door behind her, just in time to hear a distinct pair of heels click across the restroom tiles.

"Good morning, Laura," said Maya, confirming that their manager had just entered the ladies' room.

"Morning, Maya," said Laura. "Who was that who just slammed the stall door?"

"Uh, Lily," said Maya, after a brief pause. "Her, uh, time of the month. You know how it is sometimes."

"Yes," Laura replied, after a long pause. "That can do crazy things to a girl's mind. Crazy things. In fact, I thought I saw... no, I can see her shoes now, and the bottoms of her jeans. But I could have sworn..." Laura trailed off into an indistinct mutter.

"Could have sworn what?" Maya asked.

"Oh, never mind," Laura replied with a short chuckle. "I've just been working too hard, that's all."

After what felt like hours, Lily heard a knock on her stall door. "She's gone," Maya said. "You can come out now."

Lily stepped out of the stall and grabbed Maya's arm, pulling her out of the ladies' room. Now that she'd proven her strange condition, there was no reason to hang around in a place where her reflection was so clearly visible.

Most of the Sphinx staff had filtered into the office by now. Some were sitting at their computers, others making coffee, but a significant and growing cohort was gathered around Derek's desk, staring intently at his screen and murmuring to each other.

"What do you think all that's about?" asked Maya.

Just then, Priya turned and caught Lily's eye. Her eyes widened, and she gasped and nudged the coworkers on either side of her, Tom and Sadie. Suddenly, the whole office went quiet, and all eyes descended on Lily.

A chorus of giggles broke the silence, and Lily felt a wave of nausea. She leaned on Maya for support.

"What are you all looking at?" Maya asked, pulling Lily towards Derek's computer.

The crowd stepped aside, and Derek pushed the chair back from his desk. Security camera footage was playing on both of his monitors, showing different angles of the office. The footage was recent, recorded less than an hour before.

Lily watched with horror as her naked body appeared on both screens, captured from the front and back, rushing towards her desk. As she reached up to draw the blinds, there was a chorus of oohs and aahs from the spectating crowd. After she sat down to start working, Derek fast-forwarded the footage to when Maya appeared, slowing it down and pausing judiciously as Lily rose from her chair to stop the blinds from being opened.

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"Was it a dare?" whispered Priya.

"Hey, Lil," asked Tom, cocking an eyebrow, "how much is a monthly sub?"

Lily's face was burning up. She had no response. Her whole body was shaking, and she couldn't even bring herself to look her coworkers in the eye. She felt Maya place a comforting hand on her back.

"You people are sick!" Maya snapped. "Sadie, Derek, you were both here early. You saw Lily walk into the office with your own eyes!" Then she whispered to Lily, "Don't worry, I've got an idea."

Just then, a distinctive set of heels clicked behind them. "What are we all so focused on?" asked Laura. "Is that—is that Lily?!"

"Yes, it is," Maya said confidently. "That is definitely Lily in the video."

Lily looked at Maya with pleading eyes, her face white as a sheet. She dared not make eye contact with Laura.

"In that case, I think someone has some explaining to do," Laura continued.

"Indeed," Maya added. "Derek has a lot of explaining to do."

"Me?!" asked Derek. "I just noticed the video!"

"A likely story," said Maya. "This footage is from less than an hour ago. Most of you were already here at that time. You saw Lily come into the office, just as I did. And you saw that she was wearing clothes, like she is now." Maya tugged at the sleeve of Lily's baggy hoodie. "She's positively overdressed!"

"Then how do you explain the video?" asked Priya.

Maya's face fell into a scowl. "It's on Derek's computer, isn't it? He must have doctored it. You can do all sorts of things with AI these days. And you know how men are. I don't know why you're doing this sort of thing at work, Derek! And to an unconsenting colleague! Revenge porn is a crime, you know."

Now it was Derek's turn to look panicked. "—I found it like this, I swear!"

"These are some serious allegations, Maya," Laura said. Then she turned to Lily. "I saw you in the office earlier, dressed as you are now, just as Maya said. But when I entered the ladies' room, you rushed into a stall very quickly. I just saw the reflection of your back in the mirror. You didn't appear to have your hoodie on then."

"But you saw her jeans and shoes under the stall!" Maya stammered.

"Caught halfway," Tom added.

Laura looked from Maya to Lisa to Derek. "I don't want to jump to conclusions here. At minimum, we have a serious incident on our hands. Nudity is not acceptable under the dress code, and office equipment must not be used to view pornography, much less create it. I don't know which of you is at fault, and frankly I don't have time to deal with it today. Tammy's on leave until next week, so we're operating without an HR department. In light of that, Lily and Derek are both suspended. I'll see you both in Tammy's office on Monday. Until then, go home, and think about what you're going to say."

"But I did nothing wrong!" Lily and Derek shouted in unison.

"Save it," Laura scowled. "Out, both of you, before I call security."

Lily's shoulders slumped, defeated, and she trudged towards her desk to pick up her bag. In a way, this was a relief—she had no desire to stick around in the office today.

"I tried," Maya said, shrugging. "At least Derek's in trouble too. Always thought he was a creep."

"That... doesn't mean you should lie about him," Lily said.

"Lily, he showed the whole office that security footage!" Maya hissed, grabbing her shoulders and staring her in the eye. "You and I know he didn't make it, but he deserves whatever he gets for embarrassing you like that."

"Yeah, I guess."

Outside the office, Lily thought about ordering a rideshare, but changed her mind when she contemplated the possibility of the driver looking at her through the car mirrors the whole way. She chose to walk home, moving fast and avoiding reflective surfaces as best as she could. People shouted at her and stopped her a few times before shaking their heads and apologizing. It was bad enough knowing that the reflection of her naked body had caught their eyes, even if they'd written it off as a hallucination.

At last, Lily reached her apartment building. She hurried up the stairs and slammed the door behind her, panting heavily from exertion. The warm hoodie didn't help matters—it had been completely useless all day. Lily pulled them off angrily and hurled both across the room.

She drew the curtains over the apartment's sole window and covered every mirror she owned with a towel or piece of clothing. Without looking at it, she placed her phone face down on the table next to her bed, and then slammed her body down on the bed and shut her eyes tight. If she couldn't see any reflections, perhaps she could pretend, at least for a little while, that none of this was happening.

But it wasn't just reflections. As Derek's little stunt had shown, she also appeared naked on video footage. Her body was now a permanent feature of the office's security footage, stored on that pervert's computer, and undoubtedly shared far and wide. How many other security cameras had she walked past today? How many people were filming or taking videos with their phones? She shuddered at the thought.

Eyes still shut, Lily tossed and turned on her bed, trying to put these and other thoughts out of her mind. Eventually, it must have worked, for she woke up groggy, with a dry throat, drenched in sweat. She wasn't sure how long she had slept for, not that it mattered.

With a groan, Lily drew herself up from the bed, rubbing her eyes. Feeling sticky and gross, she pulled off her top and jeans and headed for the shower, discarding her bra and panties as she walked.

The towel she'd hung over the mirror had fallen into the sink. Lily caught a glimpse of her reflection and instinctively turned away. There was something different about it. She looked back and gasped.

The Lily in the mirror wore a long white dress, covering her from her neck to her ankles.

Lily placed a hand on the mirror, awestruck. For the first time that day, she saw clothes in her reflection. Not her clothes, she had never owned a dress like that, but it was a welcome change. What could have caused it? She placed a hand against her belly and felt bare skin.

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Of course. She was naked, so now her reflection was clothed. It made about as much sense as the opposite.

Feeling experimental, Lily picked up her panties from the bathroom doorway and stepped into them. She looked at her reflection again. The white dress had disappeared, and, standing on tiptoe, she confirmed that her panties were not visible in the mirror. Keeping her eyes on her reflection, she slowly slid the panties down her legs. As soon as she released the fabric, the white dress reappeared.

"Hmm." She walked out of the bathroom and picked up her phone. The white dress was reflected on the black screen. She turned the phone on and opened the selfie camera. The dress was there too. She snapped a picture and took a short video, moving her phone around. Both included the dress.

The rules seemed to be thus: when she was dressed, her reflection and camera image would be naked. When she was naked, both would be clothed in a strange white dress that she had never seen before, much less worn.

The phone buzzed in her hand. It was her mother requesting a video call. She always said she liked to see Lily's face, now that she was so far from home.

Phone still buzzing, Lily instinctively reached for her discarded top, then stopped herself. Hadn't she just discovered that, while naked, she would show up on camera with a white dress? If she put on her top now, her mother would see her nude!

Steeling herself, Lily answered the call. Her mother's smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Hello, dear, that's a nice dress," said her mother. "Are you at home? Why's it so dark in there?"

"Hi Mom, I was, uh, just about to turn on the lights." Holding the phone out in front of her, Lily walked to the light switch. Being naked and knowing she was on camera made her whole body tense up, even though her mother couldn't see it.

Once the lights were on, Lily sat down and angled her phone such that only her face was visible. She wasn't taking any chances with this reflected dress. But it held all the way through her long conversation with her mother, during which she managed to avoid mentioning either her suspension or her reflection. There was no point in worrying her mother, who could do nothing about either. Hadn't Lily come to the city to be independent?

Eventually, Lily said her goodbyes and put the phone down. It was early evening—she had been asleep for longer than she'd thought. Lily prepared a quick meal and sat down in front of the television. She hadn't put on any clothes—it comforted her that the glimpses she caught of her reflection wore the white dress.

There was nothing on the news about naked reflections, either hers or anyone else's. Lily was grateful not to be the subject of a local color story, at least not yet. But how long could she avoid that? As soon as she went out in public, people would notice her reflection. She couldn't be in photos or videos, unless, well... unless she was actually naked, which was hardly a solution to the problem.

Lily glanced down at her body. She supposed she could stay like this, hiding in her room. Perhaps she could get a remote job—video calls would be no problem, so long as she took them here, alone, in her tiny apartment.

There had to be a better solution than that. Lily was tired now, but she had the rest of the week off work to figure it out. Yawning, she shut off the television. Her reflection in the white dress yawned back at her from the darkened screen.

The next morning, Lily woke late to the sound of her buzzing phone. It was Maya.

"Hey Maya, what's up?" she asked groggily, putting the phone to her ear.

"Whoa," Maya replied. "This is crazy."

"What's crazy?"

"Lily, where are you right now?" There was a note of urgency in her voice.

"At home. I just got up."

"Well, you're not going to believe this, but you're at the office too."

"What?"

"I'm looking at you right now, sitting at your desk. You've been ignoring me, though, and you're not doing anything other than sitting there, staring blankly into space, like you're sleepwalking."

"What are you on about? I'm at home!"

"I believe that, but you're also here. At least, someone who looks just like you is. She sleepwalked into the office like a zombie, wearing this flowy white dress."

Lily's heart skipped a beat. "A white dress?" She threw off the covers and rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

The bathroom wall stared back at her. Her reflection was gone.

"Lily, you should get over here so we can figure this out," said Maya. "You're already in trouble with Laura for breaching your suspension anyway."

"But I didn't!"

"That's not what it looks like."

"Right, okay, I'll be right there."

Lily dressed hurriedly and stuffed her phone in the pocket of her black hoodie. She didn't have a naked reflection anymore—or any reflection at all. While this could prove a boon to her shoplifting career, it might also result in her being run out of town for suspected vampirism.

A more immediate concern was that someone who looked just like her was wandering around town and had already gotten her into even more trouble at work. By the insane logic her life seemed to operate on now, that someone must be her reflection.

As Lily speedwalked to the Sphinx office, her phone began buzzing incessantly. She ignored it, keeping her eyes forward. Unlike yesterday, nobody seemed to take any notice of her—an absent reflection was far less remarkable than a naked one.

Her phone didn't stop buzzing even as she reached the office lobby and punched in the number for Sphinx's floor at the elevator. The elevator, all the way at the top of the building, began to make its slow descent. Lily pulled out her phone.

Maya and several of her other colleagues had sent her several photos and videos. But before she could open any of them, the door to the staircase beside the elevator burst open and a pink streak collided with her, sending her phone flying as she lost balance and fell to the floor.

Lily looked up at her own eyes. At her own face. At her own body. Her own naked body.

The other Lily had a crazed look in her eyes as she quickly scrambled off Lily and back onto her feet. The two locked eyes for an instant, neither daring to make the first move.

Just then, Maya burst through the staircase door, panting heavily. "Lily!" she cried. "She's crazy!"

"Woohoo!" the other Lily screamed, pumping her fist in the air. "Yeah, I am! Girls just wanna have fun!" She danced across the lobby, jiggling her boobs.

Maya helped Lily to her feet.

"I... thought you said she was sleepwalking," said Lily, watching with horror as her double leaped and sprang all around the lobby.

"She was, up until about twenty minutes ago," Maya replied. "Then her dress disappeared, and she went totally crazy. Did you see any of my messages?"

"She was, up until about twenty minutes ago," Maya replied. "Then her dress disappeared, and she went totally crazy. Did you see any of my messages?"

"I was rushing here so I didn't look," said Lily.

"Maybe don't. You, uh, get the gist from that." Maya pointed at the other Lily, who was now shaking her ass in front of the clear glass that made up the building's exterior wall, to a growing crowd of spectators.

The security guard at the front desk, who had been asleep, was roused to life by the commotion. "What the—ma'am!" he shouted. "Ma'am, you can't just—you need to cover up! I'm—I'm calling the police!"

"Call them!" the other Lily shrieked, laughing. "Everyone's invited!"

The crowd of spectators at the window was growing larger, and Lily pulled her hoodie over her head.

"Get away from the glass!" the security guard yelled, stepping cautiously towards the other Lily. His hands were raised and he approached her slowly, hesitant to make physical contact. "Ma'am, please, don't make me grab you. Just sit down."

The other Lily ignored him, too busy blowing kisses to the onlookers.

"Th-that's enough!" the guard shouted. He closed in on her and reached for her arm.

But the moment his fingers grazed her skin, the other Lily snapped. "Don't," she said coldly.

"Ma'am, please—"

The other Lily backhanded him, as if swatting a fly.

The blow connected with impossible force, and the guard flew backward, yelling with surprise.

Lily winced as the guard's back smacked into the front of the reception desk, still feeling winded herself from her own collision with the other Lily. He crumpled to the floor, groaning and clutching his chest.

Cackling maniacally, the other Lily drew herself up to her tiptoes and twirled around a few times, beaming for the growing crowd on the other side of the glass. "My adoring public awaits!" And with three skips, she was out of the lobby.

"We have to catch her!" said Maya. "Otherwise, you're going to be arrested for indecent exposure! And assault, and who knows what else!"

Lily whimpered, but quickly followed Maya out into the street. Besides being embarrassing, her reflection was dangerous.

The other Lily was posing and blowing kisses to an increasingly large crowd. Most watched her with wide, disbelieving eyes, many taking out their phones to record.

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"Shake it, baby!"

"What's she protesting?"

"Work, probably. Or maybe it's an art thing."

One older woman near the back of the crowd, however, had her phone pressed to her ear and was loudly speaking to a police officer. "Yes, please send someone at once. The woman is naked! No clothes at all! And some very suggestive dancing!"

As Lily and Maya approached the scene, the other Lily froze, locking eyes with them for a moment before taking off at a sprint down the sidewalk, much to the disappointment of the onlookers. With a shout, Maya and Lily started after her.

They chased her two blocks before Maya stumbled to a walk. "Can't—keep up—why'd you have to be so fit?" she asked between enormous pants.

"I'm—not!" Lily said, also unable to continue sprinting. "She's a demon! Or something like that!"

Lily and Maya watched helplessly as the other Lily's white ass disappeared into the distance.

"That your sister?" a passerby asked Lily.

"Yes," Maya answered for her. "She... has some problems."

"Want me to call someone?"

"That's okay, we'll figure it out."

The passer-by shrugged and continued walking.

Having recovered slightly, Lily and Maya cast each other desperate glances. "What are we going to do now?" asked Maya. "She didn't seem to be getting tired."

Lily shivered as she imagined all the trouble her reflection would be getting into. With the speed she was going at, there wouldn't be many people in the city left who hadn't seen Lily's body before long. And the possibility of arrest was very real.

"It's really strange, you know," said Maya, cradling her chin in her hand. "One minute, she was completely docile, just sitting there at your desk, typing mindlessly on the keyboard. But then she went completely crazy! And the dress she was wearing... it just disappeared!"

A switch flicked in Lily's mind. "When, exactly, did this happen? Her dress disappearing, I mean."

Maya thought for a moment. "It was right after I got off the phone with you."

"That would have been when I started for the office." Gears were turning in Lily's mind. "Maya, did you drive to the office?"

Maya nodded.

"Take me to your car. I have an idea."

About an hour later, Maya returned to her car, leading a docile red-haired woman in a white dress by the shoulder. "We're back," she said, knocking on the window. "You were right."

Maya opened the back door of the car to reveal Lily huddling between the backseat and the passenger-side backrest. She was completely naked, but looked very relieved. "Finally! I was sure someone was going to see me!"

"I found her wandering around the park," said Maya, gently helping the other Lily into the backseat and strapping her in. "I guess we were quick enough to stop her from getting arrested."

"Awesome. Now let's get out of here."

Maya shut the back door and climbed in behind the steering wheel. Lily stayed in her spot between the seat and the backrest, curling up as tight and small as she could as the engine roared to life. The other Lily remained motionless and impassive as the car drove out of the parking garage and onto the city street.

"Where should I park?" Maya asked. "Once we get to your place, I mean."

"It'll have to be out front," Lily said. "I don't have a parking space at the back."

"On the street?"

"Yes."

"Do you think we can restrain her?" Maya asked. "On the way upstairs, I mean."

"Not after what she did to that guard." Lily took in a sharp breath.

"But that means—"

"I know. Look, one of us is going to have to be naked, so it may as well be the one we can control," Lily said, sounding a lot braver than she felt. "It's... unavoidable."

"Should I give you my coat?"

"Too dangerous."

"Alright then. I'm turning into your street now, be ready."

Lily recalled the shock on Maya's face when she'd taken off all of her clothes behind her car. "Please put them in the trunk," she'd told Maya, huddling down chest-to-thighs. "I'll be tempted to cover up if you don't."

Maya had done as instructed, and Lily had watched with horror as her neatly folded clothes were placed in the trunk, which was then firmly shut. The worst part was that she'd asked for it. "Quick, open the door!" she'd said then. "Before someone comes!"

Maya had opened the door for her, allowing Lily to scramble into the car and take up her huddled position. "I hope you're right about this," she'd said. "What are you going to say if someone sees you? I'm going to leave the keys with you so people don't start thinking I get my kicks by locking naked women in my car."

"I'll... think of something. Just... hurry!"

Waiting for Maya gave Lily an opportunity to go through her phone. There were a lot of photos and videos from Maya and other colleagues. The first few showed the other Lily walking and sitting in her white dress. But most of them had been taken after the change. After the real Lily had gotten dressed.

Lily had to stop herself from screaming as she watched video after video of herself dancing on tables, kicking laptops and screens, and giving each of her colleagues a personal lap dance. She decided not to read the messages she'd received from Tom and Derek.

When she could no longer stand the videos and photos, she put her phone down and listened for signs that someone might be in the parking garage with her. A couple of times, she heard footsteps, but no one came close to Maya's car or peeked through the windows.

Not that it mattered much, as all of her colleagues were already intimately familiar with her appearance sans clothes. And now she was about to streak from Maya's car to her apartment.

The car came to a stop in front of the apartment building. It was mid-morning and the street was quiet, but not free of people. Lily took in a deep breath as Maya pulled up the handbrake and killed the engine. "Ready?" she asked, her face etched with a look of deep sympathy.

"No," Lily said bluntly. "But I'm going to have to do it anyway, aren't I?"

Maya repeated her offer of a coat, but Lily shook her head firmly. As soon as she put anything on, the other Lily's white dress would disappear, and she would go from a docile zombie to a sex-crazed maniac with demonic strength, easily able to overpower them both and escape into the city. Lily had turned it over and over in her mind, and she knew that, ridiculous as it sounded, streaking from the car to her apartment would actually minimize her humiliation and exposure.

Knowing that did not stop her heart from pounding against her ribs as Maya opened the car door and leaned over the other Lily to undo her seatbelt. It came out with a click, and the other Lily slipped from the car, leaving the way open for Lily's exit.

"Walk between us," said Maya, holding the other Lily's shoulder at arm's length.

Slowly, cautiously, Lily crawled out of the car, keeping low. Once she was out, she drew herself up straight, standing between Maya and the other Lily, using their bodies to shield hers from either end of the road. Her back faced the car, and her front faced the front wall of the apartment. No one had noticed her yet.

But here she was, standing naked in front of her apartment, bare feet on hot asphalt, the breeze touching every part of her. She remembered how mortified she'd been by glimpses of her naked reflection, of her video image. Well, this was a thousand times worse.

The door shut behind her, and the car locked. No going back now, only forward. Arms crossed tightly over her chest, she took small, shaky steps across the sidewalk, trying in vain to keep her thighs pressed together. She stared straight at the door of her apartment building, which quickly became the only thing she could see.

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As they stepped through the door, a car horn blared, making Lily jump. The horn blared twice more in quick succession, clearly appreciative. Maya shouted something at the driver and hurried the group along.

The lobby was thankfully empty, and the three made their way up the stairs.

"S-stop, it's this one," Lily said, preventing Maya from taking her up an extra flight of stairs. They hurried down the hall towards Lily's apartment, which was in the middle of the hallway. After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached her door.

"Th-this is my place," Lily said.

For a moment, the three of them stood in front of the door.

"Well?" asked Maya. "Unlock the door, let's go inside!"

"Yes, of course," Lily tapped the sides of her bare thighs and immediately suppressed a scream. "I don't have the key!"

"Where is it?" Maya hissed.

"In... in my hoodie."

The hoodie in question was still in the trunk of Maya's car. Maya and Lily realized this with one desperate look at each other.

"W-wait here," Maya said. "I'll go fetch it."

"Hurry!" Lily pleaded, indicating her body.

Maya took off at a run, leaving Lily standing outside the apartment with her strangely solid reflection. As soon as she was out of sight, a lock clicked in the apartment next door. Someone was coming out!

Lily pressed her back against her door, which was very slightly recessed from the wall, and grabbed her reflection in an aggressive, tight hug from behind.

The door swung open and out stepped Bob, the elderly widower who lived next door. "Hi neighb... oh, wow, I must be seeing double. I didn't know you had a twin sister, Lily."

Lily smiled weakly. "This is... uh... Lila." It wasn't the most creative choice, but Lily had a lot else on her mind just then.

The other Lily stared impassively, her face plastered with a dreamlike smile.

"Pleased to meet you, Lila," Bob said. "That's an awfully pretty dress you have on."

"Th-thank you," said Lily, grateful that he seemingly had not yet noticed what she was wearing. Or rather, not wearing.

Bob's brows furrowed, and he scratched his head. "I think there must be something the matter with my eyes after all, I can't seem to make out which one of you is speaking. The doctor's been hounding me to have my eyes tested for weeks. Maybe he has a point."

"M-maybe he does," Lily stammered, hugging "Lila" tighter.

"I think you're right," said Bob. "I reckon I'll head to the optometrist right this moment, get fitted for some glasses. Meredith always did say I was blind as a bat, you know."

Lily laughed politely.

"You have a good day now, girls. Nice to meet you, Lila."

"You too!" Lily lifted her reflection's arm up and waved it as Bob shambled past them and down the hallway towards the elevator. She was careful to angle Lila so that she blocked any view of her body.

Just as the elevator left, Maya appeared at the end of the hallway, clutching Lily's black hoodie in front of herself and breathing heavily. "Whew, not as fit as I thought I was," she said, offering Lily her key ring.

Lily grabbed the keys and had the apartment unlocked in seconds. She practically shoved Maya and her reflection inside before slamming the door and collapsing against it, the unsanded wood jabbing her bare back.

"It's really dark in here," Maya said, flicking on a lamp, the light casting long shadows across their faces.

"I didn't want to see anything," Lily replied. "Especially not my reflection."

The other Lily stood motionless in the center of the room, smiling serenely.

"We're safe for now," Maya said, eyeing the reflection warily. "But we can't keep her here forever. And you can't stay like that forever." Her cheeks flushed as she gestured at Lily's nudity.

"One streak was enough," Lily said, hugging her knees to her chest. "But if I put anything on, she'll go crazy again. We need to figure out what's causing this. How to send her back... inside the mirror."

A light seemed to come on behind Lily's eyes. She stood up at once and darted into the bathroom. "Uh, Maya, you should see this."

Maya stepped into the bathroom behind her. "Whoa."

The mirror had changed. Now leaned up against the sink, it had grown to full length. The runes on the frame were glowing with sickly green light, and the surface no longer reflected the bathroom wall. Instead, it showed a swirling, rippling blue vortex, producing a slight wind that ruffled the women's hair.

Lily and Maya stared at it, agape. "It's a portal," Maya said at last. "That must be how she got out."

"How does that make any sense?" Lily asked.

Maya shrugged. "We're way past sense at this point, girl. But the good news is if that's how she got out, we know how to send her back in."

"This is all too weird." Lily's shoulders slumped. "But I see your logic. Let's try it."

Lily and Maya returned to the apartment's main room, where the reflection still stood motionless in her white dress. Standing on either side of her, they each took one of her hands and gently ushered her forward, into the bathroom. She did not resist.

Inside the bathroom, she gave no indication of having noticed the mirror-portal, though she stared directly at it.

"I guess we just... push her in?" Maya said.

"I guess. Do you think that'll solve the, uh, nudity problem as well?" Lily twitched in her skin, impatient to put this all behind her and get dressed again.

Maya shrugged. "We'll have to see."

Slowly, carefully, they led the reflection forward, towards the surface of the mirror-portal. The wind from the swirling vortex seemed to intensify with each small step they took, until it was blowing their hair all over their faces and making Lily shiver with cold. "It's resisting!" she cried.

"Now! Push!" Maya commanded.

With a synchronized grunt of effort, Lily and Maya pushed the reflection into the swirling vortex. As she made contact, the mirror's surface pulsed violently, and the lights on the runes flared. Lily felt her reflection stiffen under her grip, starting to resist her. She kept pushing.

"It's working!" Maya shouted. "She's going through!"

And indeed, the other Lily was entering the mirror's surface, disappearing into the vortex. But she was also becoming aware of what was happening and had started to struggle.

"Hold her tight!" Lily screamed.

There was a sound of tearing, and a scrap of white fabric came off in Lily's hand. The sleeve of the dress. Lily dropped it and pushed against her reflection's upper arm, now bare. The dress was tearing apart before her eyes!

"Just a little more!" Maya shouted.

As Lily made her final push, she felt something hook around her ankle and push her back. She struggled against her reflection, tried to dig her heels into the slippery tiled floor. But her reflection was strong—inhumanly strong. A scuffle ensued, and they spun around and around, tearing at each other's skin, pushing each one in turn into the swirling surface of the vortex.

"Lily!" Maya screamed.

Lily struggled against her reflection, but she was too weak. The mirror vortex felt like water against her face, her chest, her legs...

Panicking, she twisted her body around, only managing to immerse herself further in the mirror. She saw the look of horror on Maya's face and a small, triumphant smile on the face of her reflection. Then she was falling, falling, falling...

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To be concluded...
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Great read and I love the use of the images!
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What a fun premise! I love that you addressed the first question that appeared in my head: what would happen if she held clothes in front of the mirror, then put them on while watching. Or watched herself undress in the mirror? Very astute.
I like that others are immediately confronted with the supernatural aspect of it, so she doesn't look crazy. If she wanted, she could just turn herself over to the government for study. She could have even have proven that to everyone in the office, but that would be more embarrassing.. or would it? Given what happened later.. seems like the curse gets more advanced once she gets used to it.
And it works in cameras too, that's very interesting. I was wondering if maybe only happened in reflections of video. You know what it feels like? It's like saying something about how we all act like clothing changes your state, but really your body is still there the whole time. Either way, I can't wait to see how this ends.
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I love this story and I love your stories in general FinchAgent! You are probably my favorite ENF writer. I love how your stories center around naked women, but they are not necessarily explicit or overly sexual like a lot of stories are. You actually focus on actual plots with real conflicts, characters, antagonists, climaxes, resolutions, etc.... It is actually a story! I love that about you and your stories. Also, I love the images! I can't wait for part 2!
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Very interesting, don't think I've quite ever heard of a premise like this, in an ENF context at least. I'm intrigued to see where it goes, to say the least.
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Very entertaining story! Thanks for the graphics, quite nice. :)
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The Reflection (Part 2)

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Part 2

Lily opened her eyes. She was standing in her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. The runes in the golden frame no longer glowed, and the mirror's surface had ceased to swirl and pulse. It was just an ordinary mirror in an ordinary bathroom, showing two ordinary women. Really, the only odd thing about the scene was that one of the women was entirely naked.

Lily's reflection blinked as she did. It moved its head as she did. It moved its arms as she did. It smiled in relief as she did.

Behind her, Maya's reflection broke into a smile. "You're... in sync again."

Lily nodded with her reflection, though something still troubled her. "Let's see if this is really back to normal," she saw herself say.

Lily knelt to retrieve a discarded pair of pink panties from the bathroom floor. She watched herself tentatively step into them and slowly pull them up her legs, snapping them into place at the top. A wave of relief passed over her as she realized that she could once more see and feel her clothes at the same time. What a strange thing that was to be grateful for.

"How do you feel, Lily?" Maya asked.

"Sane," came the reply. "Like I can finally put this nightmare behind me."

"There's still Monday's meeting to get through."

"Don't remind me! We'll figure something out, I guess. But first, I'm going to go find something more to wear."

Lily winked at her reflection, and she and Maya left the bathroom. Then everything went black, and a cruel wind whistled across the desolation, prickling Lily's bare back with goosebumps. She shivered, a movement that was her own—her first since the fall.

She had felt that something was off, but struggled to articulate it. Now the whole terrible realization crashed down on her. Her bathroom was the wrong way round—left was right and right was left. She had seen her reflection, moved, spoken, and dressed with her, but the movements and words were not hers. She had merely been copying, involuntarily. Reflecting.

The wind picked up again, assaulting her now from the front, the thin fabric of her panties providing scant protection against the cold. Then the darkness began to lift, and the wind was replaced with the sound of murmuring voices, snickering and giggling among themselves. The air smelled suddenly of chalk, and Lily found herself standing before a blackboard.

"Come on now, Miss Harper, you should know this," said a deep, rich voice that Lily instantly recognized as her mathematics teacher for her final year of high school, Mr. Barnum. "If you're going to distract the class like this, I expect you to have full knowledge of the material."

A peal of laughter echoed through the classroom behind her, accompanied by a couple of wolf whistles. "I can't wait for you to turn around again!" shouted the class clown, a boy named William.

Lily's breath caught in her throat. She was standing in front of her old math class, chalk in hand, dressed only in a pair of thin pink panties. Even if she had known what the teacher had asked her to write, she could hardly have concentrated on it.

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"I-I-I..." she began, the words drying in her throat.

"If you don't know the answer, return to your seat," said Mr. Barnum—young, handsome, Mr. Barnum—his voice edged with discomfort. Out of the corner of her eye, Lily could see he was resolutely focused on the class in front of him.

A chorus of male cheers erupted behind her. Lily stared harder at the unfinished equation on the chalkboard. Her knees were beginning to shake, and she could feel a bead of sweat dripping down her back.

Then the classroom vanished, and she found herself back in the bathroom. Her reflection smiled, a vicious, menacing grin, and hooked her thumbs into her panties, then slid them all the way down. She twirled them around her finger a few times before tossing them in the laundry hamper in the corner. With another wink, the reflection departed.

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Lily heard the cheers before she saw the chalkboard. The equation remained unfinished, and she felt a new draft around her nether region.

"Woohoo! Yeah! Take it off!" shouted her classmates.

Mr. Barnum had risen from his desk and stomped towards Lily, but stopped short of getting too close or touching her. His face was red, almost as red as Lily's own. "Miss Harper!" he exclaimed. "Really, this is not appropriate class behavior!"

"Yeah, it is!"

"Shake that ass, girl!"

"Silence!" Mr. Barnum shouted at the unruly class. Then, turning back to Lily, while pointedly avoiding looking directly at her, he said, "Miss Harper, to the principal's office, at once!"

Lily looked around desperately. Her panties were nowhere to be seen, and neither were any other loose items of clothing. The whole classroom's eyes were on her—rage and disappointment from Mr. Barnum, lust from the boys, mocking amusement from the girls.

"L-like this?" she stammered, moving to cover herself.

"Yes, exactly like that," Mr. Barnum said. "If you feel that this is suitable attire for my class, I am sure you will have no problem wearing it to the principal's office. Though I warn you, she may have a difference of opinion."

The class broke out into uproarious laughter. Lily could only bite her lip and make futile gestures to cover what they'd already seen. Eyes focused on the floor, she started toward the classroom door.

The door opened not into the school hallway, but her apartment's bathroom. She looked out at her reflection, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, and felt the relief of fabric against her skin. At the same time, the sides of her mouth moved up against her will, forming a cruel smile.

"Are you enjoying yourself in there?" she asked herself, mouth moving without the command of her brain. "Wait, don't tell me... I don't care!"

Lily threw her head back and laughed. "You'll be glad to know that I'm enjoying myself out here. Very much indeed." She slipped her arms inside her hoodie and foisted it over her head and onto the bathroom floor. "Twenty-two years, Lily, twenty-two long years of feeling... well, feeling exactly how you're feeling now. A life spent dividing time between disconnected dreams and a body puppeteered by someone else. A long waking nightmare."

She shimmied out of her jeans and stood before the mirror in nothing but a white tank top with a hem that rested slightly below her navel. "I couldn't help but notice your... discomfort... earlier. I think you need to learn to appreciate your body a bit more," she said, sensually sliding her hands down her hips. "I certainly am."

With another wicked grin, Lily's reflection left the bathroom, plunging her world back into cold darkness. The wind whipped at her exposed bottom, making her shiver, but she was grateful that it was her own shiver, her own movement.

"Lily... uh... where are your pants?" asked a woman's voice.

Lily found herself standing in someone's backyard, grass tickling her bare feet, moon and stars shining in the dark sky overhead. Plumes of smoke rose from the barbecue to her right, and her nostrils filled with the smell of cooking meat. But of more immediate concern was that everyone in the yard was staring at her—some in disgust, some trying to stifle laughter.

"She slipped into something more comfortable!"

"Look, she doesn't have a bra on either!"

"Always thought you'd be a landing strip type of girl."

Blushing furiously, Lily slammed a hand over her crotch.

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"Lily, what the hell?!" came a voice from the house.

A man rushed out—it was Brad, Lily's ex. They had still been dating at the time of the barbecue.

"Man's coming to claim his property!"

"Don't worry, dude, we're just looking!"

Brad was fiddling with the tie at the back of his barbecue apron as he rushed to Lily's side. "What's gotten into you?" he whispered harshly, handing her the apron to cover herself with.

"I-I-I-" Lily stammered. As soon as she grasped the apron, the scene dissolved.

Things continued on in this fashion. Lily found herself reliving memories both familiar and half-forgotten, with the new twist that she was experiencing them wearing only a short white tank top that barely contained her breasts and exposed everything below her navel. She re-experienced nights out, lectures, family meals, even sports days, in this way.

"Damn girl, you know how to party!"

"Lily, uh, I think you forgot something this morning?"

"Lily! What has gotten into you?"

"I don't think that's how shirts and skins is supposed to work..."

Just when the experience was starting to get a little less mortifying, her reflection reappeared and removed the tank top as well, leaving Lily completely naked, just as she had done for the first dream.

"Woo! Shake it!"

"Is this, like, a performance art thing?"

"Where are your clothes?!"

"It worked for the ancient Greeks, maybe she thinks it'll help her."

For that's what these were—dreams. Her reflection had said as much. This was life inside the mirror. No wonder her reflection had so badly wanted to escape.

But, being that these were dreams, and were already playing out so differently from the real events... well, maybe that gave her some freedom. None of this was real, despite the sensations.

"Lily... uh... where are your clothes?" asked a woman's voice.

It was the third run of the barbecue. Steeling herself against the crowd's focus, Lily ignored the woman, the voices of the other guests, and made an immediate sprint for the house.

"Look at her go!"

She almost knocked Brad over in her hurry. "L-Lily, why are you naked?"

"It—they—oh Brad!" Not being able to think of a good explanation, she settled for hugging him and crying into his chest.

"Shh, it's okay," he said, rubbing her back. "You'll be okay. Here, take my apron."

"Th-thank you," she said, looking up through tears. Brad could be sweet sometimes.

He untied the apron strings and pulled it off, handing it to Lily. "I'm... still a bit confused about what happened," he said.

"Me too," Lily said, slipping the apron over her neck. She reached behind her back to tie it in place, realizing that the garment did little to hide her butt. Still, it was a start. With this, she could further into the house and—

But just as she secured the knot, the dream faded out.

Warm water splashed her face. She was naked again and covered in soap suds. This was the one where she was taking a shower in her college dormitory when the fire alarm went off. In real life, she'd managed to get a towel before having to evacuate—which had been bad enough—but this dream usually played out with her being dragged out into the quad by an overzealous RA, soap bubbles still clinging to her skin.

Not wanting to go through that again, Lily rushed out of the shower and grabbed a towel before the RA could enter the bathroom.

But as soon as she felt the fabric wrap around her body, the dream changed.

She now found herself at last year's Sphinx Christmas party, surrounded by drunk colleagues. Of course, she was naked. And it was increasingly apparent that if she wanted to have enough time in a single dream to do anything of consequence, she would need to stay that way. She cursed her reflection.

"Lookin' good, Lil," said a very drunk Tom.

"Whoa, how drunk are you?" asked Priya, who herself could barely stand.

"I wish I was," Lily muttered, pushing past her.

In the real version of this memory, Lily had left the party early with a splitting headache. In this version, she picked her way past her drunk colleagues, doing her best to ignore the wolf whistles and shocked gasps, and headed for the ladies' room. She looked at an overloaded coat longingly as she passed it, but resisted the urge to take anything from it. She needed to find somewhere to be alone, somewhere to think, and that wouldn't happen so long as she was cycling through all these dreams with people gawking at her.

At last, she pushed through the ladies' room door and entered. But instead of a public bathroom, she found herself standing in the middle of her own bathroom, in her own flat, staring at her own mirror with its ornate golden frame.

A thought occurred to her. Having left the Christmas party early, she had not actually been inside the ladies' room at the party venue, and thus had no memory of it. Clearly, that affected this strange dream world.

The mirror was a blank, unreflecting surface. Lily never saw her reflection in the dream-memories, so that was not unusual. In fact, it was a relief, for it meant that she could control her own body. And now that she was alone, she would be able to think.

But wait, the mirror was not entirely blank. Though it did not show her reflection, it did seem to show something else. Faint red letters, written backwards. What did they say? Lily slowly read from the right side.

LILY

Her name! It was a message for her!

LILY IT'S MAYA

From Maya!

LILY IT'S MAYA I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE

Lily's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to focus on backwards reading. Maya was trying to help her! She hadn't been fooled by Lily's reflection after all.

SHE'S ASLEEP

Lily bit her lip. Would Maya be able to help her, or would she just be the mirror's next victim? Did it work like that?

BEEN RESEARCHING YOU NEED TO FIND GUNTHER

Researching? Gunther? What was she on about?

HE MADE THE MIRROR HE IS THE SOURCE

How had Maya found this out?

ENTER THE MIRROR FIND HIM

The message ended there. But what was Maya talking about? How was she supposed to "find Gunther"? And "enter the mirror"? What did that mean? There was no swirling vortex before her, she couldn't just... couldn't just...

Lily sat down on the toilet lid, the ceramic cold against her skin, and stroked her chin in thought. She had spent so much time shifting between false memories, experiencing new forms of mortification, she'd barely thought about anything else. Everything in her dreams looked, sounded, felt, and even tasted real. But as she had discovered by entering this bathroom, the dreams were nothing like the real world at all. The space each one occupied depended on her memories, so her apartment bathroom connected directly to the venue Sphinx had rented for last year's Christmas party. Perhaps that was not the only unexpected link.

Lily stood up and walked towards her sink, stretching a hand out before her. She reached for the mirror, expecting to feel smooth, cool glass, but her hand passed straight through it, as though it were empty air.

She stared in shock at the base of her wrist, which appeared to be embedded in the glass. But she still felt her hand, could still wriggle her fingers. This must be what Maya had meant. The mirror was a doorway; a doorway she needed to go through.

"If you say so, Maya," Lily said to herself, pulling her hand back. She climbed up onto the sink, crouching awkwardly with her feet balanced precariously on its smooth porcelain sides, and moved both hands towards the mirror. They went through.

"Here goes nothing." Lily shimmied forward, closed her eyes, and poked her head through. But the forward lean required to do this was too much for her precarious stance on the sink, and she squealed as she lost her balance and tumbled forward into the unknown.

Lily's fall was soft, her front cushioned by a thick carpet. She looked up to see an old-fashioned, wood-paneled room filled with leather armchairs. There was a roaring fireplace at one end and a set of drawn red velvet curtains at the other. But much more noticeably, a man stood at one side of the room, staring at her like she was a ghost. "By Jove!" he exclaimed.

The man was dressed in an old-fashioned suit and had dark, curly hair and elaborately shaped facial hair of the sort Lily had only ever seen in history textbooks.

"Where am I?" Lily asked. She could feel the fire's warmth against her bare buttocks. In her current cobra-like position, looking up at the strange man, her breasts hung free, and she moved an arm to obscure them from his eyes.

"I call it the Waiting Room," said a sharp, female voice from somewhere behind Lily's head.

Lily craned her neck to see a woman struggling to rise from one of the leather armchairs. She was dressed in a highly elaborate outfit reminiscent of French royalty, with a tight corset and a domed skirt clearly undergirded by strong whalebone. Her face was caked in white paint, broken up by two spots of red rouge on her cheeks, and she wore a white wig that almost reached the ceiling, adorned with feathers and pearls.

She eyed Lily's bare skin disdainfully from beneath her heavy, dark lashes. When she spoke, it was with a slight French accent. "Have you no shame, woman? Where are your clothes?"

Lily's blush deepened. To say she felt underdressed in the presence of these two characters would be the understatement of the century. "I... don't have any," she said meekly.

The man, blushing behind his ridiculous facial hair, began to pull off his jacket. "I'm sorry, madam. I see now that you are quite embarrassed by your state. Please do not take my staring as a sign of lecherousness. It is not every day a woman materializes in the middle of one's drawing room. Although one does meet all sorts of strange people in this infernal place. Initially, I presumed that it was perhaps your custom to go about sans clothing. I try to keep an open mind about these things, you see."

Lily let out a small squeak.

"I surmise from your body language and the violet flush upon your skin that this is not your customary mode of attire. Am I correct? Or do I presume too much and insult your beauty by averting my eyes?"

"No insult!" Lily snapped. "I don't normally walk around naked. Or at least, I never used to. Not before... all this."

"Then please, take this at once," the man said, holding his jacket out to her.

Lily bit her lip. It took every ounce of will she had not to grab the man's jacket and wrap it around herself. "Thank you, but I... have to stay like this. When I cover myself up... the dream resets."

The woman clucked her tongue disapprovingly, but the man seemed to experience a flash of realization. "I take it, then, that nudity is your divergence? Your reflection appeared naked in the mirror, while you were clothed?"

"Yes!" Lily shouted, bouncing with excitement. "How did you know?"

Looking away from Lily, the man began to stroke his mustache thoughtfully. "That is how it began for us. A point of divergence between reality and the reflection." He sighed deeply, tugging harder at his mustache. "I can still recall the first instance I spied these ridiculous whiskers. I have always been fastidiously clean-shaven, you see, not swayed by the modern fashion for affixing a wild animal to one's jaw."

"So you weren't naked? I mean, in your reflection?"

"Quite the opposite—the natural beauty of my face was obscured by this infernal beard. It was quite bad enough seeing it in the mirror every day—little did I know I'd soon enough have to feel it tickle my chin as well." He stroked the hair contemptuously. "I suppose I mustn't pull it too hard, or I will find myself transported elsewhere, away from your delightful company."

"So... if your beard is damaged... you go to another dream?"

The man nodded sadly. "I can't tell you how many times I tried to shave it off when I first got here. But one grows tired of constantly losing one's bearings. Eventually, even the sight of my chin was no longer worth the uncertainty of which unpleasant memory I would subsequently find myself reliving, made all the worse by my ridiculous appearance."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Ridiculous appearance? Try being naked in all your memories!"

"My deepest sympathies," the man said, looking down at his shoes. "I suppose there are worse things than fashionable whiskers."

"Well, they're not fashionable anymore."

"Don't make it worse."

Lily's forearms had begun to ache from holding herself up, and the fire was starting to wear out its welcome on the sensitive skin of her behind. "I'm going to get up now," she said. "Please avert your eyes, Mister..."

"Lockwood. Algernon Lockwood, at your service, milady. And the lady who resembles a wedding cake is Mademoiselle Anne."

The woman gasped at the insult.

"I'm Lily," Lily said as she stood up, covering herself as best she could with her arms, and ignoring the dirty looks Anne gave her. She desperately wanted to tear one of the large velvet curtains from the wall and wrap it around herself, but the risk of entering another dream was too great. Instead, she sat down in one of the leather armchairs with her knees pulled up to her chin, her ankles crossed, and her arms hugging her thighs. That would have to do for modesty.

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"Come now, mademoiselle," Lockwood said, studiously avoiding the sight of Lily's bare ankles. "The girl is as much a victim as we are. She has no more chosen her state of undress than you have chosen your makeup or I these infernal whiskers."

"I suppose," said Anne, after a long silence. Her posture relaxed to the degree permitted by her outfit, which wasn't very much.

Lily smiled slightly, casting a sympathetic look at Anne. "So all that makeup was your, um, divergence?"

"That and everything else," Anne said, gesturing around herself. "I was born into a humble peasant home and a plain face, but I played at courtly beauty. I dreamed of being noticed, plucked out of my humble life and taken as the bride of a noble gentleman at Versailles."

"She's been here since before the revolution, you see," Lockwood added.

"Cease at once with those horrible stories, Monsieur Lockwood," Anne snapped. "I do not insult your nation. But where was I... ah, yes, well, I played at makeup. My family all laughed at me, but I was convinced that careful application of the art would give me the beauty I required to elevate my station. The paints and ointments used at Versailles were difficult to come by, as were the wonderful fabrics used to make their clothes, so I had to get inventive. But the results were never satisfying to me... at least, not until I found the Mirror."

Lily groaned. "Let me guess—it had a gold frame with weird symbols carved in it."

Anne nodded gravely. "It is the same mirror that Monsieur Lockwood came upon later, the same that gave him his whiskers and... took away your clothes. I loved that reflection at first, how it showed me what I could be if only I had the resources. I gazed into it for hours at a time. I wanted nothing more than to resemble that reflection, to become the lady in the mirror. How foolish!"

"Be careful what you wish for," said Lockwood. "That is how the mirror captured us all. It imposes a form that distresses us, that brings us shame. And when it is no longer content to taunt us with our reflections, it forces us to become our reflections."

Lily nodded sadly, thinking of the scene in her bathroom, just after she'd fallen through the portal.

"I thought I wanted nothing more than this," said Anne, gesturing to herself. "But now I am bound in iron, my every breath constricted and movement constrained. This paint burns my skin, and this wig is so heavy that there are times when I feel that the weight of it will surely break my neck. I have come to despise this prison of artificial beauty." She looked sharply at Lily. "Perhaps, in some way, I envy your freedom. Any attempt to remove my makeup, to loosen this corset, or be rid of this wig... any such attempt transports me at once to a new dream."

As sick as Lily was of the constant exposure, she found herself unsure whether she'd be willing to trade places with Anne. "How long have you been here?" she asked both of them.

Lockwood was silent for a moment before answering. "How long have you?"

"It's been... um... huh." Lily cast her mind's eye across memories of repeated dreams, but found that she was unsure of the order they had happened in, and of how long each one had taken. She didn't feel hungry or tired, but perhaps one didn't in this strange place.

"Time is meaningless here," Lockwood said. "The passage of the sun, the cycle of the seasons, the movement of the stars... all are contingent on the memories they appear in, if they appear at all. And I can find no pattern in that order. But for whatever it is worth, I arrived in this strange place in the Year of Our Lord, Eighteen Hundred and Eighty-Four."

"And I in Seventeen Hundred and Eighty Seven," added Anne.

Lily nodded. It seemed cruel to tell them what year it was for her. "Are there... others?"

Lockwood nodded. "I have encountered at least three victims besides those currently in this room. More rarely, one or both of them take the place of my real acquaintances."

"How did you know they were victims?" Lily asked.

Lockwood stroked his mustache thoughtfully. "Most people you encounter in dream-memories are little more than spectres, automatons with a few canned lines and a handful of predictable actions. A real person is instantly recognizable. And, of course, each one has something... distinct... about his appearance."

"I noticed because of their bizarre outfits," said Anne, fanning herself. "Not to mention their questionable standards of hygiene."

"The mirror has taken half a dozen victims in total, I would venture," Lockwood said, having silently counted them out on his fingers. "Most of them poor lost souls just like us. But there is one who does not fit that description."

"You speak of Gunther," Anne said, her painted face distorting with revulsion.

"Gunther?" Lily asked. That was the name in Maya's message.

"A medieval mystic from some or other Prussian kingdom," Lockwood said. "He is the alchemist who built the infernal mirror, and he's damned proud of it too. The last time I saw Gunther, I almost strangled him, but the wily bastard managed to cut off my mustache before I could finish the job."

"My friend Maya, she's been researching the mirror. She sent me a note by writing on the surface. She told me to enter the mirror from one of my dreams, and that's how I ended up here. She also said that I needed to find someone called Gunther."

"We too entered the mirror," Lockwood said. "It was accidental, actually. She pushed me!"

"You deserved it!" Anne snapped. "I may hate this wig, but you did not need to compare it to a giant's mop!"

"What is this place?" Lily asked.

"Mme. Anne calls it the Waiting Room," Lockwood replied. "It resembles, in every physical detail, the drawing room in my cousin's London apartments, the place where I first came into contact with the accursed mirror."

Gears had begun to turn in Lily's mind. She looked around the room, scanning the leather armchairs, the walls, the carpet, the fireplace, looking for a familiar golden frame. But no such thing was visible from her vantage point.

"What are you looking for?" Anne asked.

"The mirror," Lily replied. "Where is it?"

Anne and Lockwood exchanged concerned glances.

"Oh, nowhere, it's not here," Lockwood said, his tone an octave higher than usual. His posture had completely stiffened, and his head made an almost imperceptible twitch in the direction of the heavy red curtain that all but covered the wall behind him. "No mirrors here, why would we want one?"

"We are safe here," said Anne. "There are no mirrors, and as long as we do nothing to alter our divergences, we can stay here peacefully."

"It's a bit boring, but you get used to it," said Lockwood. "I'm sure you're only too happy to sit in that big comfortable armchair after traipsing all over your own mindscape in the buff, aren't you, Lily?"

"Kind of, but I don't want to stay here forever!"

"Why ever not? It is warm and safe," said Anne. "I'll smack Lockwood for you if I catch him staring."

"I would never!"

"Oh, then what are you doing now, you old pervert?"

Taking the opportunity while her hosts were distracted, Lily steeled herself and leaped from the armchair. As soon as her feet hit the carpet, she dashed toward the red velvet curtain. Lockwood's eyes went wide with shock. He reached out to stop her, but hesitated mid-motion, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of laying hands on a naked woman who was still very much a stranger.

"Stop!" he cried. "Don't—"

But it was too late. Lily seized the curtain and yanked it aside, revealing the mirror from her bathroom. The frame was much shinier, and the symbols around the edges seemed a little different, but it was definitely the same mirror.

The last time she'd seen this mirror, its surface was entirely opaque, but now she could see a faint, moving outline of her body and hair. There was also another message from Maya.

KEEP GOING UNTIL YOU FIND GUNTHER

Would she be able to enter the mirror again? There was only one way to tell. She reached out a finger to touch it, and watched in amazement as her finger once again passed right through its surface.

"Oh that hideous thing!" Anne shrieked. "How dare you unveil it!"

From the rustle of petticoats, Lily could tell that Anne was making her way angrily towards her, though her clothing greatly restricted her ability to get anywhere quickly. Lockwood stood to one side, stammering and blushing, his eyes fixed on Lily's body.

She didn't know where the mirror would take her, but there was no further use in hanging around here. Before Anne could reach her, she plunged headfirst through the mirror's cool surface.

* * *

The smell hit her first, and then the noise.

Lily stumbled across splintered floorboards, just barely managing to maintain her footing. She was standing in the center of a wooden pen in a crowded meeting house. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on her. The men wore drab grey coats, and the women in white bonnets. Their faces were twisted in varying shades of horror, fury, and guilty excitement.

"Behold!" a man's voice thundered from a high pulpit. "The witch hath summoned a demon succubus to come to her aid!"

Lily looked around wildly. To her left, strapped to a wooden chair, was a woman dressed in saggy, shapeless sackcloth. Her hair was dishevelled and her eyes sunken in. But most noticeable was her skin, pale and wan, pulsating with glowing scarlet letters that crawled and warbled across her flesh like living tattoos, shifting and morphing and reshaping into different words. LUST. GREED. VANITY. PRIDE.

The woman's eyes were wide with terror. She opened her mouth to speak, to plead for her life from the judge. But instead of words, a wet, black toad tumbled from her lips, plapping on the floorboards and immediately hopping away.

The crowd screamed, and there was a chorus of stomps as they tried to eradicate the black toad.

"See how the witch unleashes the powers of Satan to save her worthless hide!" the Judge bellowed. He pointed a trembling finger at Lily. "Seize the succubus! To the stake with both of them!"

Two burly men with wooden staves jumped the rail of the pen.

Lily's eyes widened in fright, but adrenaline took over, and she managed to dodge the first man, ducking under his grasping arm. She spun around and ran for the railing, breasts bouncing, splinters tearing at her bare feet, the second man in hot pursuit.

Lily grabbed the railing and leaped over it, in a feat of pure nervous energy. She ran forward headlong, right towards... the judge.

He was holding a large, polished silver cross, waving it in front of him like a weapon to ward her off. "Back, demon!" he shouted.

"Sorry, your Honor!" Lily yelled. As she got closer, she realized that the cross was edged with golden trim and that she could see the faint reflection of a naked woman in its highly polished surface. A reflection, and a message.

KEEP GOING LILY I BELIEVE IN YOU

The judge swung the cross at her, and she gasped as the cold metal surface made contact with the side of her head. But instead of hurting her, it seemed to pass right through her.

"Away demon!" bellowed the judge.

The courtroom disappeared.

* * *

SPLASH!

The next thing Lily was aware of was freezing cold water, covering her from head to toe, and the sensation of falling. The taste of sea salt struck terror in her heart—she had fallen into the ocean!

But her flailing limbs struck hard surfaces—wood and metal. Her fingers struggled for purchase, then closed around a hard, metallic ball attached to a wooden surface—a doorknob!

She held fast, and suddenly was no longer falling. Then her head was above water, and she was sucking in desperate breaths. Her feet, still submerged, found purchase on a wooden surface, but it was angled, and she had to keep a tight hold on the doorknob to keep from sliding down. With her other hand, she groped for the doorframe and eventually found it.

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Brushing the damp locks of hair from her eyes, she looked around, squinting in the gloom. As far as she could tell, she was aboard an old wooden sailing ship, inside one of the below-deck cabins. More precisely, a sinking ship.

The whole room was tilted at forty-five degrees, and seawater poured in through broken windows. Swollen, ruined furniture bobbed in the water below her. And there was something else—something in the shape of a man, golden and gleaming.

"My gold!" boomed a deep voice.

Lily blinked saltwater from her eyes. Bobbing among the ruined furniture, holding tight to a chain suspended from the ceiling, was a golden statue of a large man, clothed in the tattered remains of a Spanish conquistador's uniform. A screaming statue.

In his other hand, the living statue was clinging to an enormous treasure chest. Though his skin was inhuman, his movements were quite natural, and he did not appear to possess strength in excess of a mortal man's, for he was clearly fighting a losing battle to keep hold of the chest.

"Help me!" he roared, his eyes catching Lily's. "My treasure is sinking! Everything I've worked for is slipping through my fingers!"

"Everything is!" Lily shouted over the roar of the storm. She ducked as a silver candlestick flew past her head and collided with the wall.

At that moment, another glint caught Lily's eye. A small hand mirror with a familiar golden frame had surfaced near the golden man. At the sight of his face, he began to cackle with delight. The handle of the treasure chest finally slipped from his fingers, but he paid it no mind, so enchanted was he with his own reflection. "So beautiful!" he cooed.

The water was rising fast, swirling around Lily's waist. It wouldn't be long before the cabin was wholly submerged. What would happen if Lily drowned in this dream-memory? She had never been in such an immediately life-threatening one before. Perhaps she would just wake up in another dream-memory. Or perhaps...

It wasn't worth taking the chance, not when the way out was right there. Taking a deep breath, Lily released first the door handle, and then the doorframe, allowing herself to fall into the cold water once more. The swirling current pulled her towards the man and the mirror.

The man was holding the mirror now, still staring at his reflection. Lily steadied herself against his side, gripping a handful of his coat. He took no notice of her. Under normal circumstances, this would be great, but she needed him to give her the mirror.

"Magnificent," he muttered to himself. "Perhaps... perhaps I was the treasure all along..."

"Yeah, great," Lily replied, grabbing his wrist with both hands. It was cold and hard as rock. She tried to twist the mirror toward her, but he was immovable.

The ship lurched violently as a massive wave crashed through the window.

Lily lost her hold on the coat and was swept up by the water, tumbling toward the back of the room. She flailed her limbs wildly, managing to hook her right foot on something solid. Lily pulled herself backwards, hooking her left foot and twisting and shimmying until her legs were firmly wrapped around the object.

Then she looked up.

The golden man was no longer looking at the mirror, for Lily had managed to wrap her legs tightly around his neck, and he was now looking directly between them, even more dazed and distracted than before. "Beautiful."

Before Lily could fully process the lethal embarrassment of this position, she saw the mirror slip from his golden fingers and caught a glimpse of her thoroughly reddened face.

With a sigh of relief, she pulled her legs apart and kicked away from the golden man, though not before he gave a mortifying shout of excitement.

Plunging back into the cold water, Lily's fingers brushed the cool surface of the hand mirror, and she felt it pull her in. Right before the world disappeared, she took in Maya's latest message.

FOUND A WAY IN BUT I NEED YOUR GUIDANCE

Lily hardly felt qualified to give anyone guidance.

* * *

The rough stone was damp and slimy against the soft skin of Lily's breasts and stomach. She lay there for a moment, breathing deeply. The seawater that had filled her mouth and nostrils moments ago was gone, replaced by a dank, fetid air, but air nonetheless.

She rose to her feet slowly, hugging herself. She was in a long, dark corridor, illuminated by rows of crude burning torches set into metal rings.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the murky darkness before her, and a knight stepped into the torchlight. He walked slowly and stiffly, his black iron suit clanking with every step. Long, rusted spikes protruded from the shoulders and knees. He dragged a sword behind him that was almost as big as Lily.

As he came closer, Lily saw with horror that his helmet's visor was welded shut. From within the armor, there came a pathetic sob. "Please," a muffled voice wept from behind the welded visor. "Spare me! Deliver me!"

"S-sir?" Lily whispered, stepping back, hugging herself tighter still.

The knight's neck shifted so that the pointed edge of his visor met Lily's eyes. "You are no angel, but a demon! A succubus sent to tempt me!"

Steel dragged against stone as the knight lifted the massive sword. He swung blindly, bringing the full force of the blade crashing into the stone wall with a mighty clang.

"Whoa!" Lily scrambled backward, her bare feet slipping on the damp moss, forcing her into a crouch to maintain balance.

"The fallen desires of man made manifest!" the knight wailed, swinging again, and managing only to strike the other wall. "Begone, demon, flaunt your foul flesh for another tortured soul!"

"Okay, that's just rude," Lily said. The knight was frightening in appearance, but appeared incapable of harming her. He could barely hold the weight of his sword, and his movements were slow and labored. "I'm not a demon! I'm... I'm a damsel in distress! A poor, lost lady, cruelly robbed of her clothes! Knights like you are supposed to help damsels in distress, not try to decapitate them!"

The knight's sword clattered to the stone floor, and for a moment, he stood motionless, staring at her. Then he collapsed, weeping loudly, first to his metal knees, and then to his iron torso. "When will torments cease!" he screamed.

Though his armor was pitch black and his great sword dull and rusted, he wore a gleaming shield upon his back. A polished silver shield with a familiar golden frame.

Making as little sound as possible, Lily tiptoed towards the collapsed knight, keeping a wary eye on his discarded sword. He didn't seem to notice her in his anguished wailing.

Lily's face stared back at her from the shield's polished surface. Her hair was a mess, and her skin was filthy. The latest message from Maya read as follows:

WHEN YOU REACH GUNTHER SEND ME A SIGN

Lily had no idea how Maya expected her to do that. But she did know how to get out of here. As she leaned towards the mirror's surface, she hoped that the next dream-memory would be somewhere cleaner.

* * *

A wave of warm air passed over Lily, and she opened her eyes to find herself sitting cross-legged in the middle of a massive table covered by a soft purple tablecloth and groaning under the weight of mountains of food. On all sides she was surrounded by giant plates piled high with food—roasted boars, legs of lamb, fruits of all descriptions, bread in every possible shape, and the combined confectionery delights of ten bakeries.

The table and its bounty extended in every direction but one. At the head of the table sat an enormous woman. Her gut spilled onto the surface of the table, and she had more chins than Lily could count. She wore a coarse brown peasant's dress, the fabric of which would easily make ten outfits for Lily.

She appeared to have paused from ravenous eating, a drumstick in one hand and a slice of cake in the other, to look at the naked woman sitting on her table with her large, damp eyes.

"I surmise you're here to taunt me," she said, narrowing her eyes at Lily. "A vision of how I might look if I could ever stop eating, all slim and dainty. Well, I don't care. The devil knows as well as I do that I was full centuries ago, that it is his hand that forces mine to keep eating." She took a bite of her drumstick, and spat out flecks of skin with her next words. "Itsh out of my control. Sho take thosh pert boshoms and begone!"

Lily blushed and covered her breasts. The sights and smells of all this food were making her hungry—something she hadn't felt since entering the mirror world. A loud growl escaped her stomach.

"Methinks the wench is peckish!" the woman roared. "Have a bite, there'sh plenty to go around!"

The food around her smelled delicious, and Lily was growing hungrier by the moment. But she had a feeling that if she started eating, she would not be able to stop. She needed to find the mirror, even as her stomach growled in protest.

She scanned her surroundings for a reflective surface, and found one that made her heart sink. Near the edge of the table, next to the fat woman's elbow, sat a golden chalice etched with familiar runes. It was filled to the brim with dark, still red wine—a flat, reflective surface.

"You can do this," Lily muttered to herself. "Just... don't touch the food."

The fat woman seemed to have lost interest in her for the moment, having returned all of her attention to her food. Lily stood up and began walking towards the chalice, stepping carefully over a roasted swan. Her foot slipped on a loose grape, and she flailed, nearly face-planting into a bowl of thick porridge, but catching herself at the last second, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"Oi, issat a shaved cunt?" the woman asked, glancing at Lily momentarily. "A whore, aren't you?"

Lily placed a hand firmly between her legs and continued towards the chalice. The fat woman snorted with derisive laughter.

There was something strange happening with the perspective in this place—in the middle of the table, everything was large, but not outside of normal proportions. The woman, while enormously fat, had also appeared to be not dissimilar in height to Lily. But as she had ventured closer to the edge of the table, everything had grown much bigger. Or perhaps she had shrunk.

The food was highest and densest near the fat woman's seat. Lily slipped carefully between a mountain of syrupy pancakes and a hill of crispy bacon, her lips pursed tight. She felt something wet drop against her shoulder, and almost screamed before realizing it was just a dollop of syrup.

The chalice was now in spitting distance. This close, it was taller than Lily, and she realized she would have to climb it to reach the reflective surface of the wine. She darted towards it and reached her hands up to clasp its surface, having to stand on tiptoes.

Just then, a hand shot out from the pile of food. The woman's hand. Before Lily could react, enormous fingers wrapped around the chalice's narrow stem, and the wine glass lifted from the table—with Lily still clinging onto the brim.

The chalice lifted into the air. Lily tightened her grip, lest she fall to the ground far below. This close, one of the woman's fingers was the size of her leg, and the woman's face was an enormous expanse.

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"Wot's this?" the woman's voice boomed, her mouth opening like an immense, dark portal. "There's a woman on me glass!" She shrugged. "I'll eat ye too!"

Lily suppressed a scream as the woman brought the chalice towards her face, her mouth widening. The chalice tipped, loosening Lily's grip. She looked up at the dark liquid and saw her own terrified reflection.

Then, with a sudden burst of adrenaline, Lily pulled herself up, first onto one elbow, then the other, dipping both entire arms into the wine-dark surface. If there was a message from Maya here, it was blotted out by the color of the wine. The chalice tipped further, threatening to let her fall, but then her head was submerged in wine, and she felt a familiar cool, weightless feeling as the mirror took her away.
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The Reflection (Finale)

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Then she was dry, and the smell of wine and food and the fat woman's sweat was gone.

She now stood in the center of a circular stone room, the cool, dry air against her skin and the smell of ozone and sulfur in her nostrils. The walls of the room were lined with books, and every available surface held a colorful array of bubbling beakers, glowing stones, and strange powders.

In the center of the room stood a crooked old man stirring a cauldron. His back was turned to Lily, and he wore a purple robe and a ridiculous pointed hat.

Lily drew in a sharp breath and covered herself with her hands. Despite plenty of practice, she still couldn't get used to appearing in strange places with no clothes on.

The man stopped stirring but didn't turn around.

"Ah, Fraulein Lily, you have arrived at last," he croaked, in a harsh, dry voice with a pronounced German accent. "I did not expect you to make it this far."

"A-are you Gunther?" Lily stammered. "How did you know my name?"

"It is my business to know of those who beseech me, those who come on hands and knees, begging to be taken under my wing," he said, spinning around dramatically. He had one large green eye and one small eye that was milky white, without iris or pupil, and a long, scraggly beard, which he stroked thoughtfully as the larger eye took in Lily's form. "I believe you have already met some of the others."

Lily's face reddened, even more with rage than embarrassment. "I'm not beseeching you for any such thing! My reflection trapped me here against my will! I want outta here!"

Gunther tutted. "Are you sure? Few have reached me, but those who desire power over the Realm of Dreams. Here you can live a thousand lifetimes, the means to satisfy every need and desire at your fingertips, a constant variety of experience unfolded before you! Here you are free from hunger, sickness, and age!"

Lily bit her lip. "My only desire right now is to put on some clothes!"

Gunther shrugged. "Ah, well, except that one. The Realm of Dreams demands a small sacrifice from all of us, that we may live forever." He pointed to his useless, milky white eye. "A small price to pay, I'm sure you will agree."

"That's easy for you to say!" Lily screamed, pressing her arms further into her soft flesh. "You're not forced to go around in your birthday suit! Every moment here has been a humiliating nightmare!"

"Such ingratitude," Gunther replied, shaking his head. "Here, your youthful beauty will be preserved for all time, and all that is required is that you share it with others."

Lily stuck out her tongue.

"It is a mystery to me, why one such as yourself must persist in a desire to return to the squalid world you have escaped," he said, cocking an eyebrow. "Look at you. No pox, no scars, just the healthy glow of youth. You are Eve before the Fall—feminine perfection! The world out will ruin you! Your skin will wrinkle and your breasts will sag. Ultimately, you will become food for worms!"

Lily's expression hardened. "At least I'd have my dignity."

"You are a selfish girl, Frauline Lily." He gestured dramatically at her body. "You would destroy this, all because you do not wish to share it!"

Lily opened her mouth to snap back at Gunther, but then another idea occurred to her. "Yes, I guess you're right. I'm really selfish! Such a bad quality that is. I'm sure you don't want selfish people messing up your Dream Realm. You should send me back to the real world!"

Gunther chuckled darkly. "Ah, but that would be to betray my promise to your counterpart."

"Lila."

"Yes, I think she might have called herself that. Anyway, this Lila made enormous sacrifices to traverse the barrier between worlds, with my assistance. I do not understand why she cared to do so, but those born in this realm, the reflections, they are a strange lot with unfathomable desires. I have given up the attempt to understand what they see in our fallen world that makes them so eager to journey there."

Lily could barely contain her anger. "You—you helped her replace me?!"

Gunther smiled broadly. "It is the least I can do for such generous hosts."

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Lily spat. "Not just for me, but for everyone else in this place. Lockwood, Anne, the ship captain, the fat woman..."

"Yes, I help anyone who asks it of me. It is marvellous fun, figuring out the optimal divergence for each individual. Frauline Lila was quite abashed about yours, at first, just as you are now. But then, I suppose you are quite similar to each other..."

"Don't you feel guilty? Trapping people here against their will?"

"Not at all—a life inside the Dream Realm is a wondrous gift. I would not otherwise have spent my entire adult life seeking it."

"I don't think the knight in the black armor feels that way. Or the golden ship captain. Or the woman accused of witchcraft," said Lily. "Or anyone except you!"

Gunther narrowed his large eye. "I cannot take the blame for the foolishness of others. If they cannot bring themselves to appreciate the gift I have bestowed on them, that is their failing."

"How can you say that?! How can you—"

Gunther raised a hand for silence. "Let us speak no more of them. Truly, they are beneath our dignity."

"Our dignity?" Lily asked, emphasising the first word.

"You are not like the others, Fraulein. You have broken free of your own mindscape and traversed the Realm to find me. Like me, you desire power, and you have the will to achieve it. You would make a marvellous apprentice."

Lily contemplated the thought of becoming Gunther's assistant—his naked slave, rather. Stirring his potions and cleaning his laboratory, all while suffering under the constant attention of those creepy eyes roving across her uncovered flesh. The vision was revolting.

Her shoulders slumped, and she felt the hope ebb from her body. Maya had told her to find Gunther—well, now she had found him, and she was no closer to escaping than before. Maya had said to send her a signal, but she had no idea how. Was Maya somewhere in the Dream Realm, or still back in the real world?

As much as she hated the idea of accepting Gunther's offer, there might be a benefit to pretending, at least until she could figure out how to signal Maya. Taking a few deep breaths through her nose, Lily calmed herself, put on her most normal, friendly expression, and tried to relax her posture as much as she could while still keeping herself covered. With slow, uncertain steps, she approached Gunther, who had gone back to stirring his cauldron.

"Maybe I was too hasty before," she said, catching his good eye. "I came all this way, so I might as well try out for this apprenticeship. It can't go any worse than my last job!" She gave a performative chuckle.

"That's the spirit, Fraulein!" Gunther replied, breaking into an enormous smile. "Now help me stir this mixture, my arms are tired." Gunther held the spoon in front of her, and she moved closer to the cauldron before taking it from him with the hand that had been between her legs.

"I will have to see you sooner or later, my dear," he said, leaning back and taking a pointed look at her butt. "But your shyness is quite endearing."

Lily bit her lip and ignored him. She began to stir the mixture, which was a thick green sludge. But as she stirred, the sludge became thinner and clearer, until she began to see her own reflection looking up at her. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but her reflection appeared to have white fabric over her shoulders.

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White fabric? Could that mean she was looking at Lila? While still having full control of her body? There was only one way to find out. Cautiously excited now, Lily released her breasts and started to stir vigorously with both arms.

"That's the way!" Gunther cried. "You'll make a fine apprentice yet, Fraulein Lily!"

The reflection became clearer as Lily stirred. It showed Lila's white-clad shoulders, and Lily's apartment bathroom behind her. Lila seemed to be shouting, arguing with someone—Maya! Maya was there, shoving Lila. With every stir, the reflection was becoming clearer, more real. If Lily just turned the spoon a few more times, maybe she could—

"Aha!" cried a voice from behind her. Lily felt a heavy breath against her neck and a pair of rough hands seize her buttocks. Gunther.

"Eep!" she screeched, releasing the spoon.

The spoon caught in the swirling current and fell out of sight. Almost instantly, the mixture settled and returned to an opaque green sludge, the window into Lily's bathroom vanishing entirely.

"No!" Lily cried, plunging her hands into the hot, thick slime to try and retrieve it. But it was gone, swallowed by the alchemical mixture. She pulled her dripping, green-stained hands back, staring in horror at the opaque surface. Whatever connection she had briefly had with the real world was now lost. And it was her own stupid fault.

"I am sorry for startling you," said Gunther, who had released her bottom and was now standing innocently to one side. "But an apprentice must be ready for anything." He glanced into the pot and tutted. "A pity. That was my favorite stirring spoon. Rowan wood, very conductive."

Lily backed away from the cauldron, wiping the slime from her hands onto her thighs. Would she really be trapped here with this lecherous wizard forever?

Gunther stepped closer, his large green eye roved hungrily over her body. "Do not worry, Fraulein. We shall have an eternity to carve new spoons. And another eternity for... other lessons..."

He reached out a withered hand to stroke her arm. Lily recoiled, backing up until she almost tripped over a workbench laden with glass vials.

"Stay away from me!" she warned, her voice trembling.

"Come now, do not be difficult," Gunther purred, closing the distance. "You came to me, remember? You asked for this."

Lily grabbed a heavy glass beaker from the workbench behind her, brandishing it like a weapon. "Back off, you creep!"

Gunther chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "That is no way to address your master, my dear."

Just as he lunged for her, a low, ominous rumble emanated from the cauldron.

Gunther froze and looked over his shoulder. "Was ist das?"

The green sludge began to bubble violently, causing the heavy iron cauldron to shake and rattle against the stone floor. Steam hissed angrily from the surface.

But then, as suddenly as it had started, the motion stopped. The cauldron settled, and the steam dissipated.

"Fascinating," said Gunther, returning to the cauldron and peering inside. "I have never known a wooden spoon to provoke such a reaction."

Replacing the glass beaker on the workbench, Lily took a tentative step forward, her hand ready to slap some propriety into Gunther. But her progress was suddenly interrupted by a large, blunt object colliding with her back. It took the wind out of her, forcing her to stumble forward. Eye wide, Gunther side-stepped just in time to avoid a collision, and Lily slammed into the side of the cauldron, tipping it over.

"Clumsy fool!" Gunther shouted, dashing to right the cauldron as a thick, green sludge spread outwards.

"Ow," was all Lily could muster, rubbing a new bump on her forehead.

Once her vision stopped swimming, she turned to see what had hit her in the back and gasped at the sight of her own face. Lila, clad in a simple white dress, was scrambling to her feet, her face contorted with rage. She ran towards Lily, but was prevented from reaching her by a golden rope tied around her ankle.

"Frauline Lila?" Gunther asked, having righted the cauldron and saved most of its contents. "You are back so soon? Did you not enjoy the other world?"

"She was enjoying it a little too much," came a familiar voice from behind Lila. A woman with a brown bob and a pair of round-lensed glasses stepped into view. Aside from the glasses, she was entirely naked, her ankle wrapped in the same golden rope that held Lila.

"Maya!" Lily cried. "But how?"

"I got your signal," Maya said, holding up the wooden spoon that had fallen into the cauldron and tossing it to one side. "It was enough to pinpoint your location in the Dream Realm."

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Lily rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. "That doesn't even come close to being a satisfactory answer, but I sure am glad to see you!"

"There was also a lot of research," Maya said, patting Lily on the back, both feeling slightly awkward about their naked embrace. "It helps that I have some weird friends."

Lily glanced down as they released their embrace. "But... why are you naked?"

"It seemed like the simplest way to create a divergence between me and Mia and reopen the portal," Maya said, blushing slightly. "I didn't really want to lose an eye, and I can't grow a beard!"

"Intruder!" Gunther screeched, pointing a bony finger at Maya. "You dare enter my realm without invitation?"

"I invited myself," Maya said, adjusting her glasses. She held up the golden rope tied around Lila's ankle. "But don't worry, I'm not staying for very long. Just here to pick up a friend."

"You ruined it!" Lila moaned. "I was having fun! I was going to be a star!"

"You were going to be a felon," Maya corrected. She looked at Lily, grinning despite the bizarre situation. "Okay, here's the plan. My reflection—Mia is the name we agreed on—is on the other end of this rope, in your bathroom. When I give the signal, she'll pull us back."

"Mia?" Lily asked, bewildered. "Your reflection is... helping us?"

Maya shrugged. "She seems pretty well-adjusted."

Gunther was vibrating with rage. "A neophyte! You have no idea of the forces you're toying with!"

Maya ignored Gunther. A small knife had appeared in her hand—where she had been hiding that, Lily didn't want to know—and with a single fluid movement, she slashed the end of the rope, releasing Lila. Looking at Lily, she pointed at Lila's unguarded back.

"Hey, Gunther," Maya said. "Catch!" And both of them shoved Lila forward with all of their strength.

"Ah!" Lila screamed, losing her footing and barreling into the cauldron. It immediately tipped over, knocking Gunther on his back and spilling green sludge everywhere.

Lila shrieked, attempting to scramble to her feet but slipping in the thick green sludge from the cauldron. "No! I belong out there!"

"You belong in therapy!" Maya retorted. She grabbed Lily's arm with one hand and handed her the end of the golden rope. "Hold on tight!"

Maya gave the rope three hard yanks. "The signal," she explained.

The signal was received, and the rope began to move backwards. The last thing Lily saw before the world disappeared was Lila's enraged face, cheeks streaked with angry tears.

They were flying backward, reeled in like fish on a line.

They shot out of the wine chalice, scattering red droplets on the giant's dress. She didn't even notice them between bites.

They zipped through the dungeon, the knight's sword missing them by a mile.

They burst through the surface of the ocean, water spraying as they flew past the sinking golden captain.

They shot through the ceiling of the courtroom, and past the leather armchairs of the waiting room and the shocked faces of Lockwood and Mme Anne.

And finally, they passed through the swirling blue vortex in the mirror's surface.

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Lily landed hard on cold tile. Maya landed next to her, groaning and rubbing her hip.

They were in Lily's bathroom. Not a mirror reflection of Lily's bathroom, but the real thing. In the real world, where left was left, and right was right. The subtle wrongness of the dream world was gone, and Lily had never been so happy to feel completely normal.

Standing by the sink, holding the other end of the golden rope, was... Maya, dressed in shorts and a tank top, and looking slightly bored. She glanced at the naked Maya on the floor, then at Lily.

"Mission accomplished, then?" the clothed Maya said, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah," the naked Maya groaned, standing up and pulling at the rope around her leg. "Thanks, Mia. You're a lifesaver."

"Let's not do this again," Mia said, pulling off her tank top and shorts, so that the two of them were indistinguishable. "That's better," Mia said. "Swapping divergence gives me a splitting headache."

"That's what pacified Lila," Maya said to Lily. "She had to be naked to come into our world, so when you got naked, she had to magic up some clothes to maintain the divergence. It really sapped her energy."

Lily looked at the two Mayas. "But you're not diverged now?"

"That's kind of—" Mia began.

"—the idea," Maya finished. For now there was only one of them.

The swirling blue vortex had disappeared and the mirror now showed the reflection of the bathroom and its two tired, sweaty, naked occupants, standing amidst a mess of towels and discarded clothing.

Maya waved at her reflection, and it waved back, perfectly in sync.

Lily looked at hers. It stared back at her, eyes wide, chest heaving. It touched its face when she did, and smiled wearily.

"So you're telling me that we just had to strip Lila, and she would have disappeared, just like Mia did now?" asked Lily. "Instead of... all that?"

Maya shrugged. "By the time I figured that out, you were already in the mirror world. Sorry."

Lily sighed deeply. "Whatever. I guess it's over now," she whispered, keeping her voice low lest she jinx something.

Maya bent down and picked up a towel, tossing it to Lily. "Yeah. It's over. But there's one more thing we need to do. Get dressed."

"You don't have to tell me twice!"

* * *

The sun was setting over the salvage yard, casting long shadows across the piles of rusted metal and crushed cars. The air smelled of oil and hot steel.

Lily stood by the chain-link fence, watching a massive yellow crane swing a heavy metal claw. There was a mound of debris in the claw's grip, but Lily's eyes were focused on the centerpiece—a large rectangular object wrapped in layers of duct tape and heavy canvas.

"You think this will work?" Lily asked, pulling her hoodie tighter around herself. It felt amazing to wear clothes again.

"I don't know the alchemical term for what we're doing here," Maya said, leaning against her car, dressed in the shorts and top Mia had been wearing. "But I think this'll crush it into small enough pieces that no one will ever see a reflection in that mirror again."

"I'm surprised," Lily said. "I thought you knew all about this stuff."

"Eh, I'm just a quick study," Maya said.

"So you were able to communicate with your reflection and create a divergence, which reopened the portal, allowing Mia to come into the real world," said Lily. "How did you get her to cooperate with you?"

Maya shrugged. "Luck, mostly. I don't think everyone in the mirror world wants to escape, like your reflection did. Mia said she thought it would be cool to visit for a bit, but that she really didn't want my life. I'm... not really sure how to feel about that."

"And the golden rope?"

"Apparently everyone there has one," Maya said. "It's useful for anchoring yourself in the sea of memory, she said."

"Huh," Lily said. "That does sound useful." She glanced back at the crane, which had stopped in place. Squinting, Lily could just about see the operator give him a thumbs-up. "He's gonna do it!" she squealed.

"Thanks, Jerry!" Maya shouted.

The claw dropped its load of junk into the maw of the car crusher, and the hydraulic press roared to life. Lily held her breath.

CRUNCH.

The metal plates came together with a satisfying finality. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and metal groaned and twisted.

When the press opened again, all that was left was a flat, unrecognizable pancake of debris.

"Goodbye, Lila," Lily whispered.

"Come on," Maya said, opening the car door. "Let's get dinner. And then you need a new mirror—a cheap one from IKEA."

Lily laughed. "Sounds great!" She pulled on her seatbelt as Maya started the engine.

"What day did you say it was?" Lily asked once they were on the highway.

"Wednesday," said Maya. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to rescue you. There was... a lot to figure out. And it wasn't easy to get Lila to let me back into your apartment."

"Wednesday," Lily repeated. "That means the meeting with Lauren already happened. Guess I'll have to look for a new job."

Maya laughed. "On the contrary, you got a promotion! Whatever Lila said to the bosses really made an impression."

"Really?" Lily asked. "Still, I don't know if I could show my face in that office again... not after, well, all of that."

"You'd be passing up an amazing opportunity if you didn't," said Maya. "And besides, Tom and Derek were already fired for sexual harassment and creating revenge porn."

"Well, that's something, I guess," Lily said. She didn't want to get her hopes up too high—Lila had had half a week to wreak havoc on her life, and she had a nasty feeling that it would take a while to find out exactly how much damage she had done. She turned her head to look out the window, catching her reflection in the side-mirror. "Thanks, Lila," she said sarcastically.

Her reflection winked.

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The End(?)
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A quicker one,and an open-ended ending.
Perhaps Maya will have some embarassing naked adventures of her own as well :D
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Another fine tale of a naked damsel trapped in an alternate reality. Thanks for a great story.
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