You walk through the hall of mirrors, seeking some kind of solution to your predicament. As you explore the many colored panes of liquid glass, the bizarreness of your new shape continues to arouse you. Your nipples and cock feel hard as steel and you've no doubt that if you were home right now you would be masturbating yourself to exhaustion already.
You see your reflection in a grass green mirror to your left. Like the many other mirrors that came before, it shows yourself having undergone further transformation and not a cure for your current state. However your curiosity overcomes you, for in this reflection your mirror self seems to be soaking wet.
The green coloration of the mirror mixes your cherry red skin a custard yellow, and your lips a muddier yellow-brown. Your clothing also has a yellow tint.
Your build in the rippling mirror is different. Your reflection possesses an distinctive hourglass figure with feminine hips and tapering thighs, clothed in tight-fitting low riding jeans. Her arms are likewise slender and feminine with long manicured fingernails. Her boobs look even larger than your own. If not for you and your reflection's matching height and twin engorged erections, your counterpart would look entirely female.
Strangest of all, protruding from the shelf of your reflection's hips (below the elastic band of her G-string but above the hem of her denim low riders) are a second pair of small, thin arms like those of a young girl. These yellow arms reach from the hips to the knees and are alive and moving in the green mirror - indeed one of them is stroking the bulge of your counterparts' penis through her pants.
As you look closer, you see that your reflection's dripping wet clothing seems to be soaked with a liquid that reaches only up to chest level. It looks almost like... could it be?
Nervously, you pull one of your tender red breasts out from your plunging neckline and your yellow reflection matches your movements. As she pulls her tit free you immediately spy white milk drip freely from a bloated nipple, larger than your own. You squeeze your bare breast and your counterpart does the same. A strong jet of white liquid arcs from her engorged teat. Evidently your green mirror reflection produces milk continually and generously.
It travels two feet through the air before striking the mirror, her side of the mirror. You are shocked at the sight in the mirror of the creation of an splash puddle from underneath, almost as much as witnessing the act of projectile lactation itself.
It's all too late you realize you the folly in reaching out to try and touch the reflection of the milky puddle. The green mirror ripples and leaps from its frame, enveloping your form the instant your fingers touch its surface.
When you regain your senses you discover just how heavy those milk-laden breasts really are, combined with the weaker muscles you have in your now-feminine figure they are making it harder for you to stand upright than you're used to.
You are immediately aware of the liquid idly leak from your nipples and the discomfort of your milk-drenched clothes. You redress your exposed breast, for all the good that does you in a wet white t-shirt. Your custard skin and yellow-brown nipples show show through the cloth like some inhuman wet t-shirt contest.
You find you can move your lower arms quite easily. Their motion is restricted, free up front but limited motion behind, just as if your hips came with true shoulder joints. The arms can reach your dick or grab your boobs no problem, but you can't touch your enlarged female rump with those little hands.
You examine the previously green mirror to find it an nonliving, non-magical mirror just as you expected it to be. You look more female (and more surreal) than ever before, with weighty breasts, a doll face, an hourglass figure and a peach butt - but also four arms, one cock, shaggy white hair and flawless, sweet custard skin. Despite those oddities, your appearance is still remarkably beautiful and you find yourself further submitting to a state of confused arousal from a cocktail of lust, curiosity and fear.