By now, your nipples are really perked up from this whole situation and the sensation of your female parts. Unable to stay focused on anything else, you begin to play with your large lady lumps in the mirror. "Oh my.." You comment, turning to the side to see how much your breasts actually stick out from your torso. "It's amazing all this could be achieved by such an unsuspecting tool." you say. Turning back to the front, your free breasts jiggle a lot; this elicits a surprisingly feminine giggle from you. You raise your hands to cup the massive melons to stop them from moving for a second, only to drop your hands and send your breasts swinging again. Once more, you giggle femininely at the sight, almost like you too were becoming slightly mesmerized by your increasingly female body.
"Good girls!" You joke, swinging your torso from side to side, in an effort to shake your huge mammaries. Looking in the mirror, you remarked how hot the sight was from another point of view. "This has been such a fun day so far," you note aloud. "Time and money well spent." Was all you could say before your gaze of your reflection eventually fell to your swinging knockers. In no time, you began to feel numb and slumped over slightly, still looking in the mirror; your gaze locked to your nipples. You had successfully managed to hypnotize yourself; but with no one there to say anything, you acted like a silent zombie, waiting for someone to give you a suggestion.
Suddenly, a flyer from outside is swept into the bathroom by a rather strong breeze; it was an advertisement for beauty products with the phrase, "Become the woman of your dreams! Switch up those old bits for brand new ones." The flyer flew onto the mirror and got stuck by the wind long enough for you to read its entirety. "Yes...." You whisper, before opening your eyes wide. "Yes! That was what I was doing before!" You shout, breathing a huge sigh of relief. "That was a close one; almost ended up as a defenseless zombie. Who knows what would've happened if some other guy came in here." The idea of some stranger coming in and having his way with you makes your chocolate pussy slightly moist. "A-anyway, who would've thought I could hypnotize myself; what a stroke of luck that paper flew in." You state, taking the flyer off the mirror then throwing away. "Damn, when will that young hunk get back here? I'm starting to get a little bored now..." You moan, finding your hand wandering into your shorts.