It took a while but I carefully glued each one in place and by the time I was finished I was also raging hard. Damn I looked hottt!I guess it was abou... nine in the morning already. I went to the kitchen and made some toast, catching glimpses of my reflection in the window glass, my nails in the crome of the toaster, and thouroughly enjoying my femme side. Upon returning to my bedroom, again standing at the full lenght mirror, I began to pose and flirt with my image. Before long I was touching. She grabbed onto his wrist but did not make him stop. Eventually he pulled the shorts down just enough so that he could see below her waist.He was mostly doing it subconsciously. Normally when he was this close to a girl dressed like this it was a prelude to sex. He was mesmerized beyond thinking about who he was touching. He always got this way when he was touching a girl, particularly her waist. It was always his favorite part of any girl. He liked how, if a girl was fit enough, there was. Evil actions make the water or glass dirty and harder to see through.Wait, see through? Doesn’t a mirror reflect images?Not the soul’s mirror. It shows the true self, the inner being. Anyway, evil actions make it harder to see this image. Keeping away from them cleans up the mess, and allows the true self to be seen easily. This is the great source of strength that’s referred to.That seems very different from the system I was raised in.What sect is your grandmother?Catholic.That was going to be. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing but a pathetic whimper escaped.My eyes began to roll back as my entire body cringed and contorted. Then, a second later, it vanished, leaving only an echo of pain behind.I gasped as I finally regained my senses. Now back in control of my body, I brought my hands up and pushed the man back as hard as I could. As he stumbled backward into the street, I leapt into my car, started the ignition and sped off.My heart, riddled with fear, pounded violently in my.