Itwas if my reflection was trapped in the mirror.As I looked down at myself I realised I was now wearing the clothes Ihad seen Eve wearing in the mirr...r. I also now had blonde hair andbreasts and a feeling that I no longer had a penis under my panties."What have you done to me?" I asked, shocked at how my voice suddenlysounded breathless and feminine like the mirror keeper's. I suddenlywanted to cry. "Why have I turned into Eve and why has Eve turned intome?" Eve, Evie..." said the mirror. She started moaning.I kept licking her and reached her ear. She was responding well. I slowly turned her around and started giving her lite kisses on her cheek and neck, her hands reached my back and she held me tightly. Then I kissed her lips. She bit me hard, she was really hot. I picked her and laid her on sofa. She literally tore away from clothes and held my tool lovingly in her hands and said she missed batman (that’s what she used to call my tool) and started licking it. She really was. I was stunned what I saw. She was wearing a flimsy see through nighty. Her beautiful breasts thrust arrogantly against the fabric. She had shaved her pubic hair. “Beautifull” I said as I embraced her hips and kissed her nighty covered cunt. “I made it ready for the naughty boy” she said as she hoisted her nighty and showed me her freshly shaved cunt. “Thank you for the warm welcome “ I said as I kissed her pussy. She laughed and swung her legs up. I caught hold of her and went to the sofa and. Then, when I was a little older, I realized that they just could not relate to me. In a way, I think they were a little afraid of me — maybe even more than a little. I know that I embarrassed them. I already knew things they didn’t, and it only got worse as I grew until I began to try to hide it so they would not be as embarrassed.“When I was little, they tried to lock me out of their personal lives — their bedroom, their computer files, Facebook, banking, things of that nature, but the.