Mirror, Mirror (Patreon)

It was hard to believe that she'd missed it, at first, but she was in a hurry. Ginnie had never been in charge of getting things ready for the trick-or-treaters before, and she hadn't realized how much work it was... Or, at least, how much she was making it, wanting to get the entryway decorated just right for when the little ones came in to get their candy. It was a small town, so there probably wouldn't be that many... That didn't mean their experience shouldn't be memorable, however!

It was her roommate, Kate, who noticed it, who paused as she bustled around. "Umm... Ginnie?" she frowned, looking as if she were debating whether to go any further, whether to say anything or not. "Are you wearing... a diaper?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginnie rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm not! Is this some sort of...?" She looked down at herself, words freezing in her throat. "B-But..." she stammered, one hand moving down her body, towards the bulge under her jeans, the one that definitely hadn't been there when she'd gotten dressed this morning.

"If you have a problem, you can tell me about it," Kate told her. "I'm not going to..."

"I don't!" Ginnie pouted. 

"Is it a costume, then?" Kate sounded almost as confused as Ginnie felt. "I'm not sure I get it..."

"I didn't put it on!" Ginnie insisted. "I don't know where it came from!"

"Diapers don't just appear out of nowhere," Kate reminded her. 

"Well, this one did!" Ginnie told her. "I-I don't know where it could have..." She shook her head. The only way to solve a mystery like this was to retrace your steps, which, fortunately, was pretty easy. "I haven't done that much today... I had breakfast, and then I was decorating." She shuffled to the kitchen, and their table in there, where she'd sat and had her toast and coffee, and then back to the entryway.

That didn't seem strange at first, either. She stopped, frustrated, looking at herself in the mirror. She'd done that earlier, too, she remembered now... And she definitely hadn't seen the diaper peeking out from the waistband of her jeans. There was no missing it now, no mistaking it for anything else, as she wrinkled her nose, staring into her reflection...

"Ginnie!" Kate squealed. "How did you do that?!" Ginnie furrowed her brow, glancing at her roommate. "Your pants!" Kate pointed.

Ginnie looked down, eyes widening. Her jeans had vanished, now replaced with a pair of childish white leggings that did an even worse job of hiding her diaper. "What is going on?!" Ginnie gasped, mind reeling. She looked like an overgrown toddler now... Her shirt hadn't changed, but it was just a simple, striped shirt, not something that would have looked out of place in a little kid's wardrobe... 

She turned back to the mirror to confirm that, to see if she was going crazy or not, only to hear Kate react again. "Ginnie! Y-You...!" Her head turned back and forth, moving from Ginnie to the mirror, in shock.

"Yeah, it's weird," Ginnie said. "I don't know why..."

And then she looked down at herself again, and saw what had freak Kate out this time. She had shrunken down, now no longer just dressed like a toddler, but the size of one. "K-Kate!" she squeaked, a bolt of fear rushing through her. "Wh-What's happening to me?!" 

She had no idea, no explanation for any of this... All she knew was that it kept happening when she looked at the mirror. Maybe if she could keep herself from doing that again, she'd be okay... Or, as okay as she could be, having lost two and a half feet from her height, and any shred of maturity from her outfit. Who knew what would happen if she looked again, what else she might lose?

All she had to do was not look up into that glass... But she was so curious, so unsure of what she would see there, if she did, what she looked like this way... Surely, one more quick peek wouldn't hurt.... She didn't need to hear Kate's exclamation of surprise that time, she could feel the warm mush begin pouring into her waiting padding, ignoring her every attempt at stopping, or even slowing, it, her potty training having vanished to the other side of the mirror, never to return.

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"Here we go," Dawn nodded, glancing down at herself. "This will do."

It was Halloween weekend, and a Halloween party she was getting ready for, but she was determined not to wear an actual costume, not this year. She was too old for that now... She knew her friends would be doing it, had been forced to listen to them talk about the sexy versions of normal things they had found, and how good they were going to look in them.

That wasn't for her. "I'm not doing a costume," she'd informed them, time and time again. "But I'll still look sexier than all of you."

The whole charade of dressing up, of going to some costume shop and paying way too much for something they were only going to wear once, was stupid. She was going to show them it was pointless, that they could be like her and still look good while skipping all of that.

She was pretty sure she'd done it, too, with her tiny, tight cut-off shorts, her top tied high, right under her breasts. Maybe people would assume that she was in a costume, seeing her wearing that, but if they asked what she was dressed as, she could tell them, truthfully, that it was herself.

And that was plenty. In this dumb little town, she ought to be a celebrity, ought to be somebody that people dressed up as... She was so much bigger than this place. There was nothing here, other than some old glass factory... She couldn't wait until she'd saved up enough money to get out of here, to move to the city. Before she did that, however, she was going to make sure everybody remembered her forever.

She smiled, satisfied, and strutted out to her living room, in front of her full-length mirror to get the entire view, to take in the majesty...

Dawn gasped, eyes widening, unable to believe what she was seeing. There she was, standing there proudly... But she wasn't wearing her carefully curated outfit; she was in a baby blue dress, covered in frills and lace, a bow in her long, brown hair, a pacifier in her mouth... And, worst of all, the skirt of the dress was so short that she could see, underneath, a thick, white diaper peeking out... A diaper that was, to her horror, very obviously used.

"No!" she squealed, reaching down to touch her bottom, perfectly toned from years of exercise. She didn't feel any padding there, and yet, in her reflection, she saw herself grabbing the hem of her dress, lifting it up, exposing more and more of the diaper, letting her see how far the disgusting discoloration of it went... How much she had, apparently, used it...

"What the hell?!" she shook her head. What was happening?! Looking further into the reflection, she could see that she wasn't the only thing that was different, that the whole room had transformed, filled now with baby toys and stuffed animals strewn around the place, and a dress-up chest on the other side of the room, where her entertainment center was, standing open, clothes spilling out of it.

"This isn't real," she mumbled, walking over there first, sure that she could prove it to herself by opened up the drawers, seeing her game system, her streaming box, there... When she did, however, she was shocked to see the shelves of the entertainment center filled, instead, with tutus, and frocks, and pinafores, spilling out onto her floor.

Among them, she spotted the dress she'd seen in the reflection, the one she supposedly was wearing. She wasn't sure why, but she felt compelled to put it on, to pull it over her head, over her outfit, before peeking back at the mirror. It had been a hunch more than anything, something she couldn't explain, though that didn't stop her from mentally taking credit for it when she saw that her reflection was now wearing the correct shirt, the one underneath the dress... Except, she had it on over top of the dress.

She didn't understand what was going on, or why; she could see what was happening, however. She pulled the dress off, setting it on her sofa, then stripped out of her shorts and top, putting the dress on in its place, smirking as she saw that the mirror now showed her in the right top again... She had nothing on underneath it, however, her panties not showing up at all, showing that, apparently, the mirror considered the diaper not underwear, but the lower half of her outfit. 

Blushing, she glanced back at her entertainment center. The bottom shelf, to her dismay, was stacked high with diapers, all bulky and babyish and the very last thing she wanted to wear. It seemed like, unfortunately, she didn't have a choice, that the only way to make the diaper in the reflection go away was to put it on, to cancel it out. 

Sure enough, as soon as she had it taped into place, wrinkling her nose at the sheer bulk of it, at the way it pushed her thighs apart, and crinkled so loudly with her every move, and yanked the dress down over top of it, her reflection was almost perfect, other than the childish bow in her hair, and the pacifier in her mouth. She found those in the entertainment center, too, and once they were in place, there was no hint in the mirror of the absurd outfit she'd had to put herself in.

It was difficult to convince herself to go out like this; if she hadn't made such a fuss about showing up at the party, she probably wouldn't have. The mirror assured her that there was no way anybody would know what she was really wearing, and the same proved true when she got into her car and took a peek in the rear-view, it showed her the same thing. As did the mirror in the party's bathroom, as she squirmed, pondering whether she was going to be able to get the diaper back on if she took it off to use the toilet, or if maybe it would be better to just use it, and not risk it... She didn't want to walk out of the bathroom completely bottomless because she'd ruined the tapes, after all.

And what was the harm? Nobody could see her diaper other than her, surely... That was what all the mirrors were telling her, anyway. All those stares she was getting were definitely from jealousy, and, those giggles she heard had to be directed at something, or someone else, even when they grew more frequent after she emerged from the bathroom in her now soggy diaper.

"I thought you weren't going to wear a costume," one of her friends, someone who ought to have known better, told her.

"I'm not," Dawn sniffed haughtily. "This is the real me." She ran her hands down her body, glad that nobody else could see what she was actually wearing as she said that, that they couldn't see the diaper sagging even further beneath her tiny dress, or hear the crinkling as her fingers brushed over the plastic...

It wouldn't be until the next morning, until she went on Instagram to see the pictures other people had posted, that she realized how wrong she was.

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"Mirrors are weird, right?" Nichole asked, looking up at her boyfriend.

Eddie blinked, chuckled. "What? That came out of nowhere."

"Yeah, I guess," Nichole blushed, becoming suddenly enthralled in her food once again, wishing she'd stayed quiet. This was supposed to be a nice, peaceful weekend in a cabin in the woods... There was no need to bring this into it...

Eddie wasn't the most observant person in the world, but he didn't need to be to see that he'd made the wrong choice, that she was looking for a different answer than that. He popped a forkful of food into his mouth to give himself time to think, chewing as he worked out the best way to approach this.

"You know," he said finally, after swallowing, "there are some people who think of mirrors being windows to other worlds, and that's why things can seem not quite right when you look into them... They're actually showing you a different reality, one where things are almost the same... Usually. But, you know, sometimes they mess up..."

Nichole shifted in her seat, cheeks warming up further, not sure if Eddie was telling her the truth, or if he was trying to spook her, since Halloween was coming up so soon, and they were out here, in the woods, on their own. "I don't know about that," she told him.

"I've heard," he continued, "that they could even be portals to those other worlds, in the right circumstances. You just don't notice it, because everything is so similar, but you could have switched universes unknowingly... Well, who knows how many times?"

"No, I haven't," Nichole rolled her eyes. "That's stupid."

"You never know," he shrugged. "They say the old glass factory in this town was one of the first places in the country to start mass producing mirrors. Demand was so high, they weren't able to produce enough glass... But, somehow, they found a way to keep up. There was always something off about those mirrors, however, and if you looked at them at the wrong time..."

"I don't know why I brought this up," Nichole huffed. "I didn't ask for some stupid ghost story."

He looked a little offended by that, just enough to make Nichole wonder if it was because he'd thought it was a clever story he was weaving, and not a stupid one... Or if, perhaps, he wasn't making it up at all... But that was silly. Mirrors were glass, and a little silver... They weren't mystical, or magical, or anything like that. If she really believed that, though, then...

"Why did you bring it up?" he asked. "What made you think of it?"

"I said I don't know," she snapped, almost immediately feeling guilty about it. She couldn't blame him... She'd admitted to herself that this whole thing was silly, so why should she be surprised when he treated it that way? And she did know exactly what it was that had started this off. 

"Well..." she spoke up, after a few moments of awkward silence. "Actually... You know that mirror, out there on the balcony?" Of course he did... It had been hard to miss, so out of place there, just leaning against the railing, as if it had been put out there while the interior of the cabin was being remodeled, and then the worker had forgotten to bring it back in. "I thought it was cool, with all the trees in the background, so while you were cooking, I took a picture of myself in it, and..." She swallowed, squirming in her chair. "I-I... I saw... something."

She couldn't bring herself to say it, to admit to it in front of him, to tell him about how her reflection had started moving, how she'd seen its free hand, the one not holding her phone, reach down, grab the hem of its skirt, and lift it up... Or, more importantly, she couldn't manage to form the words to describe what she'd seen underneath, how she'd felt her heart begin to pound, her head begin to swim, as she saw what was, unquestionably, a diaper, the same kind the kids she babysat wore...

Just the idea of her reflection moving on its own had been freaky, but seeing that, specifically, had really scared her for some reason, and she'd wanted to run away, turning and trying to scramble off, only to feel as if she was being held in place... Or, considering that she was attempting to move away, perhaps being pulled backwards, her own motion balancing things out, keeping her there, panic rising, until, at last, she broke free, dashing back inside the cabin, not daring to so much as peek out at the balcony as she waited for Eddie to finish making supper.

"What are you talking about?" he tilted his head. "Why would there be a mirror on the balcony? And why were you out there on your own? I told you I didn't want you doing that... I don't want you falling off and getting lost in the woods."

"That's not funny," she sulked. She couldn't exactly blame him, though that didn't make it sting any less.

"Sorry," he told her gently. "What did you see?" Nichole blushed, shook her head. "We can go take a look after we finish eating, okay? Well... And after I change your diaper. I'm sure it needs it by now."

"Wh-What?!" Nichole's eyes widened. How had he known?! She hadn't told him! Was that mirror some sort of trick, something he'd made? But how? "I-I don't... I-I'm not..."

"Nichole," his eyes narrowed. "You'd better not have taken your diaper off again, young lady, or you're going over my knees first! You know better!"

Nichole gulped, praying that this was some sort of joke, even as her brain ticked off the reasons why it couldn't be, why that didn't make any sense... Somehow, Eddie's story made more, with the idea of the mirror showing her another world... Maybe even taking her into it... If that was true, all she'd have to do was get back to it, and she could go back home, back to where she was meant to be...

She finished up the rest of her supper, taking her plate to the sink, taking the long way around, avoiding Eddie's side of the table altogether, and then heading towards the door out onto the balcony, heart thumping loudly in her chest. "Don't go out there," Eddie warned. "You're in enough trouble for doing that once, little lady... Especially if I found out you got out of your diaper."

It was all so weird, so creepy... She had to go, had to see for certain if it was real, or if Eddie was messing with her. She rushed for the door, grabbing it, tearing it open, hearing his chair clattering behind her as he stood up, and, to her embarrassment, she felt her bladder begin to let go out of fear, to release into her panties, warm wetness starting to trickle down her thighs as she stumbled out onto the balcony, towards the mirror...

But Eddie was right. Of course he was. Why would there be a mirror out on the balcony? She moved towards where it had been anyway, even as she felt his hand close around her wrist. "Nichole!" he scolded. "You see? This is why you have to stay in your diapers, naughty girl!"

She definitely was, she thought wryly, as she was pulled back inside, towards her new life. He didn't even know the half of it...