I walk into the gloomy, mysterious shop as I look around for the strange lady. I had accidentaly bumped into her the other day and she gave me a card with an adress on it, and somehow she knew my name. This interaction had me curious as to what this location was. The room is a velvet red all around with all sorts of trinkets and doo-dads on the walls and shelves. There were bottles of various items from creatures that seemed to be ficticous, and vials that held all sorts of liquids. The smell is putrid and pungent, making my stomach turn, yet I ignore this thought and focus. The strange lady walks around a corner to behind the counter.

“Hello, Pamella. I’ve hoped you would show up,” the strange lady states as she adjusts her glasses to fix them on her face properly.

“Yes, I was in town and couldn’t help but stop by. How did you know my name earlier?” I ask her, making sure I don’t show too much concern in my voice but instead give off a relaxed tone.

“How could I not. We all know your name,” the strange lady grins after she speaks and then proceeds to reach into the pocket of her apron. She pulls out a tiny hand-held mirror and sticks it out as if she were offering it to me.

“Look into the true dimension, but what you see, you will not mention. This reality you may confide, but soon you will long to combine,” the strange lady says as I take the mirror from her hands. Hesitantly, I peer into the mirror, intruigued by what the lady meant. However, it is just a normal mirror. Then after a few seconds of staring at my reflection, it starts to transform. My body starts to change from my pasty skin color into a light pink, then into a deep magenta. My hair starts to transform into horns atop my head. My body shape begins to turn more curvy, more lustful.

I go to touch my face, and my reflection follows with dainty fingers and pointed nails. I drop the mirror out of shock, but it doesn’t brake. I look at my hands, but they’re still my beeft, pasty white fingers. I bend over to pick the mirror back up. This time, I go to touch the mirror to see if it glass, but when my hand reaches the surface of where it should be solid, my hand goes right through the mirror and touches the face of the magenta creature on the other side. As this happens, the creature reaches out and a hand comes through the mirror and touches my face. Suddenly, the creature grips my face with immense strength, and starts to pull me onto itself. I pull away as hard as I can. My face is at the rim of the mirror as I struggle even harder. I get pulled throught the mirror and black out.