Through The Mirror

Chapter 1
Through the Mirror

Chapter Description: Chrissy's thirteenth birthday leads to an unexpected journey.

This was inspired by Bojay’s "looking."

Chrissy woke up and thought for a minute, did she feel any different.

No not really. She thought she would, after all it was her thirteenth

birthday. She figured now that she was a teenager she would feel something.

Nope she felt the same as always. Maybe she looked different.

She could hear her mom calling for her to come down to breakfast, but she

had time to look at the mirror and see if she looked any different. She

walked over to the mirror and looked into it. She didn’t think she looked

any different, but something was different. Her room looked wrong that was

it, but why would the mirror show her room wrong.

She reached out to touch the mirror and her hand sank right into the mirror.

That was definitely wrong, and she yanked it back out. Her hand looked okay,

but how had it sunk into the mirror. She reached out to touch the mirror

again and again her hand sank in. She could still feel it and it didn’t

hurt, that was good. But what was on the other side of the mirror.

Her curiosity was aroused and she figured if she didn’t like it she could

always come back. Boldly she took a step forward into the mirror, and she

passed right through it. Coming out the other side, something was wrong.

She looked around and everything was huge and so high up. The floor was much

closer also, then she realized that she was crawling. Why am I crawling and

why is everything so big she thought.

She sat down and that felt wrong, she looked at her crotch and saw that she

wearing a diaper. She turned back to the mirror and saw a very pretty baby

girl looking back at her. A tear started down the cheek of the baby in the

mirror, and she felt one her own cheek at the same instant.

She realized that she was the baby in the mirror and reached out to touch

the mirror, hoping that she would fall through. Her hand felt the cold glass

of the mirror. She starting crying in earnest now, flailing with her pudgy

hands at the mirror.

Her mother came into the room to answer the crying of her child, “Chrissy

how did you get over here?”

She picked up Chrissy and tried to comfort her, but could not. Even telling

her that she should be happy, because it was her first birthday didn’t help.

That even seemed to make her cry more.

Slowly Chrissy’s memory of what had happened faded although she always

looked at the big mirror warily. She grew up, made friends, and went to

school. Until one morning when.

Chrissy woke up and thought for a minute, did she feel any different. No not

really. She thought she would, after all it was her thirteenth birthday...