Oh, man. What a predicament. What a rush. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to experience something truly unique. But at the same time, wouldn’t it be safer to return to your own reality while it was waiting right in front of you? Who knew what might happen if you stayed – you could even get stuck here!
Stuck as a half-canine. Would that be so bad? Your thoughts swirling, you reach out a hand to steady yourself against the mirror next to you. You realize your mistake as soon as you feel your hand begin to sink into the liquidy glass. “Oh, shit!” You growl, turning to face the mirror.
The reflection greeting you is terrifying, a nightmarish vision into a reality that chills you to your core. You stare, horrified, into the dog girl’s bright, lilac eyes, blinking behind long eyelashes. Flowing golden-red locks frame a rather cute little muzzle, currently turned down in a pout. You have but a moment to appreciate her perky breasts and tight rear before the reflection flickers away.
In its place, you can see your paw-hand pushed through the mirror, barely past your wrist. Does it look smaller, daintier, on the other side of the glass? You can’t be sure.
“Luke!” Alexis cries, her eyes practically popping out of her head. “What’s happening?” You can only whimper wordlessly in response. You’re tugging your hand back as hard as you can, but it’s stuck good. You can’t budge it from the mirror's warm liquid embrace.
“Here, let me help!” Alexis says, rushing up behind you. She grabs you around the waist and pulls, as hard as she can. For a split second, you swear you can feel it working, your hand slowly withdrawing from the latex glass. But then, Lexi slips, plopping down on her furry butt. Her momentum pushes you in the other direction, and you find yourself stumbling headlong into the mirror, your claws scrabbling fruitlessly for purchase on the wooden floor.
“Aaarrrggh – ” You scream, as you fall face-first through the glass. Your screams are silenced for the briefest of moments as latex envelops your body – but then return, in a noticeably higher pitch, as the latex flows away from you. “ – Aaaaieeee!”
You collapse to the ground on the other side of the mirror, your body moving – and jiggling – in unexpected ways. You land on a considerably more cushiony rump, your now fluffier tail wrapping its way protectively up your slimmer torso. You hug it and your knees against your chest, ignoring the way they squish against the new mounds that reside there.
“Lucy? Are you alright?” A low, rumbling voice asks. You feel someone touching your shoulder. You look up, your eyes wide, your nose twitching at a new scent.
A large male husky dog is prodding you gently. He’s wearing shorts and a tank top – the latter of which frames his broad shoulders and muscular arms nicely. He’s wearing a concerned expression as he looks down at you. “Lucy?” He repeats again.
His face – why did it seem so familiar? Realization hits you. No… it couldn’t be… but those were her eyes, blinking above that rugged jawline!
“Alexis?” You hiss, not sure whether you can believe this Adonis-like dog man is actually your girlfriend.
“Alexis? What? No.” He says, confused. You’re absurdly relieved – though it’s short-lived. “It’s me, Rex! You know, your boyfriend?”
He drags you to your feet, looking more concerned than ever. “What happened? Are you hurt?” You’re too shocked to respond. Besides, you’re suddenly very busy inspecting the body you now find yourself in. You’re thin, but curvy, with a tight, round little ass. Still furry too – in fact, fluffier than ever. And on your chest – yep, those were definitely breasts. Not too big but still more than a handful.
You’re wearing a sleeveless blouse, in the same blue color of your former t-shirt, and your jeans have become knee-length capris. Feminine, certainly, but at least they were modest.
“Luce!” You look up. Alexis – Rex? – sounds more urgent. “Talk to me!”
Rex stands a good head and a half taller than you – you barely come up to his chest. Either you’ve shrunk, or he’s grown, or both. You drop your gaze, intimidated, and ashamed for feeling intimidated. “Oh, um, yeah,” you manage to squeak unconvincingly. Your gaze drifts down and finds the mirror next to you. You flush. It’s showing you as you must look now – sans clothes. A pretty, nude golden-retriever girl is blinking nervously back at you through the glass. You tear your gaze from the lovely pink pussy that’s nestled between your reflection’s legs, before turning your eyes upward to meet Rex’s eyes with a strained grin that must look more like a grimace. “I’m fine.”
He is looking down at you dubiously. “Yeah… c’mon, we’d better get out of here.” He wraps an arm around your lithe shoulders, taking a few steps as he guides you towards the entrance.
Your eyes widen after he’s lead you no more than a few feet down the hallway. “N-no, wait!” You cry, struggling against his grasp. You can’t leave! You have to get back to your own world, you can’t stay in a reality where you’re some furball’s girlfriend!
“What?” He asks, pausing. “You’re acting really weird, Lucy. Are you sure you don’t have a touch of rabies?” He frames the question like it’s a joke, but you can tell he’s legitimately worried. He resumes marching you towards the entrance.
“No!” You shout, wrenching free from his grasp. Rex is looking at you like you’re crazy. “Stay away from me!” You take a step back from him.
“Hey, hey,” Rex says, holding his hands up reassuringly.
You take another step backwards. And step clear through another mirror.