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2. The Changing Mirror

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Sally Becomes Everyman's Dream Girl

on 2023-10-29 20:13:01

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Almost immediately after Sally made her wish to the old mirror, the doorbell rang. Since she was the only one home, she ran to see who it was, peering through the translucent curtain that covered the window next to the front door.

As she'd suspected, it was the mailman who regularly served their house, an older gentleman. She opened the door for him; as she did, she felt a shudder go through her body, but she dismissed it.

"Hi there," he said, holding a small brown box in one hand and looking down as he rummaged through his shoulder bag with the other. "Got a package for you, and here" -- he pulled a rubber-banded bundle out of his bag -- "is the rest." He finally looked up, and his eyes went wide as Sally took the items out of his hands, looking down to quickly verify the address on them.

"Thank you," she said, looking up to see a weird expression on the man's face, almost terrified. "What is it?" she asked, concerned.

He blinked several times and said, "Uh, uh..."

"Would you like a glass of water?" Sally asked.

He gulped and said, "No, no, I've really got to go," his voice rising nearly an octave.

The mailman did an about-face and walked away as Sally watched him move faster than she thought he was capable of. As he turned to go down the sidewalk and out of her sight, she shrugged, closed the door, and unceremoniously dumped the mail on the nearby small table.

Something didn't seem right, though. Her body felt very odd, her feet in a different orientation, air currents hitting her body in places they shouldn't have been. Puzzled, she scratched the top of her head -- and even that felt weird.

She finally looked down at herself, and what she saw was unfamiliar.

She made a beeline for her bedroom, stumbling a couple of times as she didn't move quite the way she was expecting to move.

She stood in front of the mirror and was flabbergasted. She had to touch her own face, and see the reflection doing the same, to tell herself that she really had somehow become the vision that she saw in front of her. It was...

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