Mirror Image

Chapter 10

Emma reflected on the day she spent with John while driving home. She had managed to get him to do his hair in a more feminine style, shape his eyebrows, and even buy him clothes—all of which were women's clothing, despite his objections. However, he didn't protest when they were in the store. Emma also slipped gym leggings and a bra into his cart, thinking either John would need them later (though unlikely in her opinion, given that John didn't have female curves), or that she could wear them herself for the gym. They even went to the nail salon, where both of them got matching manicures. John, at first hesitant, went along with it, but now he felt strangely accustomed to it.

When they got home, John suggested they video call Jessica, his girlfriend, who had been mentioned earlier in the story. Emma excitedly agreed, eager to introduce "Jenny" to Jessica. She reminded John, still in his feminine persona, that the bet wasn't over and that he had to use his soft, barely feminine voice.

John, with no other choice, texted Jessica instead of calling, following the rules of the bet, since speaking to her in a feminine voice would have been too strange. Meanwhile, Emma talked to Jessica on the phone while John made dinner for them both. Once he finished texting Jessica, John insisted Emma keep today's events a secret, especially regarding the feminizing steps she had taken with him. Emma agreed, and after a while, she finished her call and continued to prepare for bed.

As he worked in the kitchen, John's hips swayed as he stirred the pot, his legs crossed when he took a seat, and his motions were graceful. While eating the dinner he had prepared, John swayed his crossed legs gently beneath the table, the soft click of his kitty heels the only sound as he moved. The heels, though feminine, had become a natural part of his outfit, blending seamlessly with the rest of his clothes. They were stylish, sleek, and a perfect complement to the feminine vibe he had suddenly adopted.

Emma finished her meal first because John, ever since his first extended VR session, had adopted the habit of eating in a ladylike manner, taking small, delicate bites.

After dinner, Emma went to sleep, but John, who had spent so much time in the VR world, found it hard to separate the two realities. He stayed in his trousers and kitty heels.

John logged into the VR world, where he would spend the next four hours playing. In that time, he found himself in a university setting. The campus was vast, filled with students walking between classes, some in groups, others alone, and he felt a strange sense of confidence in this new life.

John had chosen a sexy outfit for his avatar, one that made him feel bold. His character wore a fitted black skirt that hugged his hips, paired with a tight, form-fitting top that accentuated his curves. A deep V-neckline showed off his slender collarbones and just the right amount of cleavage. The soft fabric of the skirt swished with every step, and the heels—tall, sleek, and stylish—made him walk with an extra sway to his hips.

As John walked through the university campus in the VR world, he couldn't help but notice the attention he drew. Male NPCs glanced up at him, their eyes following him as he passed by. It was subtle at first, but soon enough, he realized how much more aware of his own allure he had become. With each step, his body swayed just a little more sensually, his hips following the natural curve of his legs. His posture had shifted, now more graceful than before. His back was straight, chest slightly forward, and every time he turned, it seemed as if his movement held a magnetic pull.

One of the male NPCs, a tall, broad-shouldered professor in his early 30s, caught sight of John as he approached a campus building. He smiled, his eyes glimmering with interest.

"Well, well, if it isn't the stunning student," the professor said, his voice low and playful. "What class are you headed to today, Miss?" He lingered on the word "Miss," drawing attention to the subtle flirtation.

John smirked, leaning casually against the building's wall, his arms crossed in a way that accentuated the curves of his body. "I'm just here for a little break," he responded, his voice sweet and light, not too high, but unmistakably feminine. "Maybe I'll attend class later... or maybe I'll just enjoy the scenery for a while." He allowed his gaze to linger on the professor, offering a flirtatious smile.

The professor chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention. "The scenery seems to be getting better by the minute," he teased. "Careful though, you might just distract me from my lecture."

John's smile widened as he tilted his head slightly, giving the professor a playful, yet almost provocative look. "Maybe that's the point," he said softly, his voice dripping with charm. "I like to make an impression, after all."

A few other male NPCs nearby caught wind of the exchange, and soon enough, John was surrounded by them, all offering compliments and flirtatious remarks. The attention was new, exciting, and strangely familiar at the same time, as if John had been practicing these interactions for years.

The more time he spent in the VR world, the more he found himself embodying this confident, sexy persona. He had picked up habits from his avatar—unintentionally mimicking the graceful way women moved, the way they walked, talked, and even interacted with others. His hips swayed naturally as he continued through the campus, crossing his legs with ease whenever he sat down, his hands resting delicately on his knees. His body felt more fluid, more feminine, and he no longer questioned why it felt so natural to behave this way.

After four hours of flirting, moving through classes, and making small talk with both NPCs and professors, John logged off, feeling a strange contentment. In the mirror of his VR dorm, he caught sight of himself and blinked in surprise. The avatar staring back at him was a strikingly beautiful woman, with flawless skin, a slender figure, and the confidence to match. In the VR world, without the heels, his height was 163 cm.

In the real world, as soon as John returned from the VR session, he stood up and moved toward the bathroom, his body instinctively reaching for Emma's body products—shaving cream, lotion, and a razor. Without thinking, he ran the razor over his smooth legs and arms, continuing the ritual he had unknowingly adopted from his time as a woman in the game. The softness of his skin, the smoothness of his body, felt right. It felt real.

Finally, John changed into the purple satin pajama set, the same one he had worn in the VR game. His body, now smooth and soft, reflected the appearance of the avatar he had become. As he lay down to sleep, John couldn't help but feel like the lines between his real life and the virtual world had blurred, and that somehow, he was becoming the woman he had spent so many hours pretending to be.