"E-Eh…?"
My voice came out softer—almost breathy, as if the sound itself wasn't mine. A strange shiver ran through me as I spoke. My hand trembled as I lifted it to my face, my fingers grazing the unfamiliar smoothness of my skin. The woman in the mirror mimicked my movements exactly, her pale fingers pressing against her soft cheeks in sync with mine.
It was like she was copying me.
No—this wasn't just some illusion.
She was me.
A cold chill crept up my spine, yet my body felt oddly warm. My breathing grew heavier as I hesitantly lowered my gaze. The moment I looked down, my stomach tightened.
The floor wasn't as far away as it used to be.
And something was in the way.
A heavy weight sat on my chest—two soft, full mounds of flesh that strained against my shirt. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as my hands moved on their own, fingers closing around them.
Thick. Plump.
Warm.
