Fan Art by Fraylim: Cindy in the Mirror (Patreon)

Another fantastic piece of art by Fraylim. This one from Book 2, Chapter 7. This is when David is telling Crystal about the night with Dan and what happened after they returned to his apartment. David's in the bathroom and has a bit of a moment when he sees himself in the mirror.

A few members and I tried to capture this moment using AI, but the software really struggled to represent the female figure in the reflection. I think Fraylim's done a wonderful job if it here:

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Constant in All Other Things 2: Chapter 7 extract

            “Eventually I found the willpower to slide back into those skyscraper heels and tape my cock back again, extra secure for the finale, right?  I didn’t tuck; there was no way I was going to get my balls back up inside, not in that state, but so long as I kept his hands under control, I reckoned it’d be okay.  Probably says something about how drunk I was at the time, trusting to blind luck to keep my disguise safe.

            “Then it was time to pay the piper, as they say.”

            He sighed.  Staring blankly into the middle distance, he went silent, and Crystal noted a slight tremble to his lower lip.  After a long moment, he gave himself a little hug, and smiling ruefully, continued.

            “Something happened, then.  I don’t know if I can really explain it, describe it in a way that makes sense.  But there was a… moment.  As I reached down for the dress, and stepped into it, carefully, I didn’t want to tear the thing with those heels.  And I glanced up, and saw myself in a mirror, damn thing nearly took up half the wall.”

            He frowned.  “It was as though, in that moment, everything stopped, stopped and came into focus.  The world froze, and I saw myself, daintily stepping into that tight little dress, half-naked in some guy’s bathroom, half-naked wearing panties and bra, heels and stockings, suspenders and waist-cincher, all those straps, bows, lace, mesh fabric, tight and  midnight black and crimson.

            “The smells and sounds, feelings, it all washed over me in that moment, a symphony of sensations that held me suspended in the moment.  The grip at the waist, breath of cool air across the top of my tits, sudden goosepimples, the sound of Dan beyond the door, his sturdy steps in the kitchen and a shift in the music, something—blue, rolling and smooth, piano and bass—and strawberry and rose, lingering from the hand soap, the shimmer of colour at my fingertips.  A hint of his cologne, sandalwood and smoke.  A tickle of lace.  Sensual slickness, the slither of stockings against the tightness of the dress, the stretch of the suspender across my bum; and the taste of my lips.

            “And in that caress of impressions I saw myself and wondered—is that me?  And then: how is this me?  Those curves and clothes, all that softness, the heavy fullness of breasts in their cups, stepping half in and half out of a woman’s little dress, and makeup: the reflection mocked me with its truth.”

            His nose wrinkled in an expression of confusion or disgust.  “It literally took my breath away.  As in, I felt light-headed for a moment.  The contrast between the lingerie and skin—what you could see of it, anyway—the pale flesh of my thighs, the narrow band between bra and waspie, shoulders, tits; God, suddenly, I wanted this girl in my bathroom, primping for my pleasure, and—” 

            He shook his head.

            “But it was me.  That girl was—me; and… how was that possible?  Six months!  Six months to go from… David to—this girl, preening for some prick waiting in the other room.”

            He trailed off for a moment.

            “So I watched this girl zip herself back into her dress, suck her gut in after all that steak and the reflection jolted me back into the moment.  I saw this girl—saw myself—and I was fucking hot, I’d lost track of just how goddamn sexy I was.  And something grew inside—anger, frustration, something… dark; I couldn’t name it, but I fairly vibrated with this feeling.

            “If this—thing—was going to happen, if I was going to do what came next, then it was going to happen on my terms, I thought.  With a final wiggle, a little squeeze of the tits putting them on display, I stalked up to that mirror, wiped my mouth clean and reapplied the forgotten lipstick I’d stolen. I don’t know why, and that moment really stuck in my mind, the image of my face in the mirror, pale, leaning in close, framed by hoop earring and painting in those dark, red lips, blotting, kissy face in reflection.

            “Then I rode that swell of emotion back to Dan.