Roy went to the bathroom and curiously zapped his own reflection with the remote. In an instant, Roy saw the teenage girl, still clad in her cheerleader's outfit.
While he initially panicked, a glance confirmed he was still himself, yet... his reflection was still that of the girl. Rushing out to the window, the girl had been replaced with an exact copy of himself! Clothes, hair, and all, mimicking the girl's body language perfectly.
'Weird,' he thought to himself, as he returned to the mirror. The girl copied every single movement of his. Every silly face, every arm wave. Roy had a little bit of fun with this, puckering his lips and making sultry poses for the girl to mimic. In no time at all, he was pitching a tent—the one thing the girl couldn't copy.
Roy then removed his shirt; the girl reciprocated by slipping her top off, her breasts now confined to a pink bra that Roy himself wasn't wearing. That puzzled him. What would happen if he took it off? Would it simply be there, in mirrored space, invisible to the real world?
As Roy placed his hands on his chest, the girl cupped her breasts. Roy awkwardly manuevered her hands to remove the bra, which he placed on the counter for now.
It wasn't without its perks. He'd have access to this girl's naked form whenever he wanted. But he quickly realized it wouldn't last. Her makeup would wash off. The second he got a haircut, the girl's locks would be reduced to a butch cut. And he knew he'd lose track of her bra eventually.
He slipped on his shirt for now. The girl now donned her cheerleading top, though with conspicuously loose breasts.
With a shrug, he puppeted the reflection and made her grab her bra, before zapping her with the remote and heading to the window.