Gerald stared intently at the mirror, his gaze unwavering, fixated on his own reflection. “This should’ve been me,” he murmured, seemingly no care to his body, his eyes locked on his own, not swaying in the slightest. “In a perfect world, this was always me.” He traced his reflection with a glittered nail, completely captivated. “I deserve this.”
The makeup mirror provided Gerald with a vision he had only dreamed of before. His beauty and femininity were undeniable, unmistakable. He had met his own strict standards, from the shape of his nose to the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his eyes. While she might not have been leading in every category, she was ahead in enough of them to be his top candidate.
“Maybe better eye placement for symmetry and a bit of fat removal right here, but that’s for a later day,” he critiqued, snapping the mirror shut and walking toward the closet. This was the moment he was most curious about. He had been observing his target for a while, familiar with a few of her outfits, but now he had access to her entire wardrobe. As he slid open the doors to the walk-in closet, he almost danced inside, swaying gracefully, his hand gliding over the colorful fabrics.
“Where’s that little red dress I saw last week? I need it now,” he declared excitedly, slipping out of his current loungewear. Now in just a bra and panties, he rifled quickly through the dresses. He was buzzing with adrenaline, “Here!” In no time the chique little red dress was adorning Gerald’s new body. He couldn’t contain his big goofy smile as he tried to look sexy in the full-length mirror. This was all too much.
