As you look deeper into the nearest mirror, a red-toned and rippling surface, you notice something very odd. The gloomy lighting of the hall had disguised the full extent of the mirror's distortion, until now.
Your reflection is recognizably yourself, although not without the kind of alteration that you'd never seen before in any kind of trick mirror.
What strikes you first is your face. Your reddish reflection is missing your usual unkempt goatee entirely. What's more, your reflection's lips are thicker, poutier, fuller and painted in glossy cherry red. Enchanting, plump feminine lips that would put Angelina Jolie to shame! The rest of your face has changed too, subtly. In the mirror your eyelashes are longer, eyebrows thinner and your cheeks are softer.
Your reflection's face is a pouting, beautiful female version of yourself, even under the short shag hair that is no different from your own - no, wait... the reflection's hair looks much paler than your blond, practically white as snow. You would have noticed sooner if the red tint of the mirror had not confused your senses.
Looking down to your reflection's chest, you're amazed by how much and at the same time how little the rest of your gently rippling image has changed.
In the mirror's world your baggy white T-shirt is a tight fitting baby doll with a plunging neckline that exposes a pair big red breasts, both rounded and supported by a lacy black bra designed to emphasize cleavage. Your yellow plaid flannel shirt is pink in the mirror, and tied off neatly under the shelf of tit-flesh your reflection possesses.
Female face and breasts aside, the rest of your reflection is unnervingly still you. Same slim but definitely male shoulders, same male height, same male legs, same male denim trousers... same male package too, probably.
You realize you're so close to the mirror now you're less than a foot from your reflected counterpart. Your stare into your reflected self's doe eyes and down at his, her blossom lips. Overcome with curiosity, you reach out to touch her... and then all hell breaks loose.
The red liquid mirror leaps from its frame and engulfs you from head to toe, coating you in a fine layer of itself. You feel heat in your face and chest as it penetrates the pores of your skin and begins to mold you...
Shortly you can see again, and you look back at the mirror to see the same reflection staring back at you.
No, wait...
Before, the whole reflection was tainted with red, but now, you can clearly see the blues and greens of the other mirrors in the background. The only thing that is red... is you!
Your hands leap to your chest and you feel the soft touch of warm, weighty breasts against your hands. You're startled and aroused at the unexpected feeling of breasts not just through your hands, but through your breasts! You stare deep into a cavern of bright red cleavage, heaving with each intake of breath and wobbling like jelly in between.
You realize your cock is erect, and it's never felt so hard.
You watch your reflection explore the soft cushion of your lips with your tongue and confirm for yourself that the mirror image is now accurate. You have been turned into a lady-boy with huge boobs, shiny cocksucker lips, fire engine red skin and snow white hair.
You touch the previously red mirror to confirm your suspicions - now it's nothing but an ordinary mirror, lifeless and dull in the gloomy light of the hall.