The Mirror Room TG

This was going to be it. I had been out of work for months, almost a year now, constantly looking for jobs here, there and everywhere. I went through vast numbers of interviews with all kinds of people, just trying to live my dream of being a successful photographer, but they all came to no avail.

It had been a few weeks since my last interview but for whatever reason I just thought this was going to be the one, the job that was going to kickstart my career.

"Christopher Stanley please," came a voice from inside the office.

I stood up out of my seat, fixing my tie as I did so. Just before I stepped through the door, I took a deep breath.

"You can do this, Chris. This is the one," I thought to myself.

As I pushed open the door, I saw just one woman in their separated from me by a desk and empty chair where I would be sitting.

I sat the down, the silence unbearable. Then she began.

"Christopher," she exclaimed, holding her hand out to be shaken, "I'm Hilary, pleased to meet you."

"Now I've been reading your CV thoroughly and you've got a lot of great attributes here. I'm just wondering how you haven't got a job yet, how long have you been searching?"

"Almost a year now," I replied, "It's been pretty tough I'm not gonna lie."

"Well your defineitely very qualified but unfortunately I'm here to tell you that you haven't got the job. I'm so sorry."

"It's OK. You kind  of get used to it."

"Again, I'm so sorry."

Then her eyes widened. I had no idea why but I thought that this might be my final chance.

"Chris wait!"

"OK?"

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this but there is one other postition available. It's not photography but it's pretty close."

"What is it?"

"Just step through that door and you can find out more." She said, pointing to the door on the left side of the room.

Still slightly confused by the situation I walked towards the door. Even if this job wasn't the thing I wanted to do it was still something, I had to start making money again somehow.

I held my hand above the handle, doing some last minute thinking. Then I stepped through.

The room was pitch black so I turned to leave. But I couldn't. As I turned, Hilary locked the door. I was trapped.

I hit the door repeatedly, shouting at Hilary in hope that she would let me out when suddenly, the lights flickered on to reveal a room covered in mirrors. All I could see was my 6' frame on every wall.

After giving up on Hilary, I started to look around for an exit when I began to smell something strange. It was as if there was a gas leak coming from somewhere in the room. I continued my search, only this time looking for the leak. It was then that I found the tube sticking out of the ceiling. There was no leak, this was deliberate.

I held my breath for as long as I could as the gas filled the room.

Eventually I had to give in.

I started to breathe again, taking the gas into my lungs. I breathed more and more until a pain swelled throughout my body. My vision started to blur as I watched my suit appear to burn away. I was left wearing nothing

I could feel my skin bubbling and my bones cracking and I shrank from 6' to 5'5". My shoulders crashed inwards to make me much narrower and my skull crunched, moved around to provide me with a much softer and rounder facial shape.

My arms and legs became much smaller, witch my hands and feet becoming much more feminine and petite. I also felt my nails grow longs.

My lips puffed out whilst my other facial features changed too. My eyelashes grew long, eyebrows thinned and nose shrank down to become more petite.

My hair tugged at my skull violently as it grew quickly to reach my lower back, becoming long, lucious blonde locks as it did so.

My skin tingled again as fat built up behind my nipples to create B cup breasts on my body, letting out a strangely high pitched moan during the process.

I felt my hips flare outwards along with my butt to leave me with sexy curves.

Pain struck my groin as my penis shrank into my body leaving me with a slit and my new ovaries.

It was then when I collapsed to the floor. I was still conscious but I couldn't hold myself up. Gaps opened up in the ceiling, arms bursting through. They grabbed my arms and lifted me up.

Yet more arms then appeared as something silver was pulled over my head. I felt my hair tugging again, only this time it wasn't growing but being shaped and moved by another set of arms into a long ponytail. A pair of silver heels were then put on to my delicate new feet.

One final arm came out, applying make up to my face. Then I was dropped to the floor and I blacked out.

When I came to, the door was gone. Several photographers surrounded me.

"Christine, you blacked out there for a second. Are you sure you can carry on with the shoot?" asked one.

"Yeah," I replied, "I'll be fine"