1. The Change
Nathan woke, and lazily pushed back the covers. It was early morning and still mostly dark outside. He turned on a lamp and sleepily walked over to the mirror on the wardrobe door.
He jumped back as he saw the face looking back at him, he tripped and fell back. The image in the mirror continued standing in the frame, looking down at Nathan on the floor. It was a girl. She seemed to be Nathans own age and was only shorter by a few inches. Her brown hair hung loosely down to her shoulders, and a pink nightie hung from her shoulders by two thin straps. She too looked as if she had just woken up, but unlike Nathan, was not surprised to see him.
Nathan got up and stepped closer to the glass in awe. The girl tried to speak but made no sound. She placed a hand up on the glass and looked at Nathan expectedly. The girl in the mirror smiled pleasantly and Nathan put up his hand to meet hers on the glass.
The room became colder, then a stronger wind seemed to rush around him. The girl's hand fell through the glass and held tightly around Nathan’s wrist. She pulled hard and dragged Nathan through the mirror as though it were a thick mist. The liquid glass washed over him, it seemed to wash through him as much as him moving through it. He felt strange, he felt as if he was underwater, the liquid mirror was ice cold and pierced his body all over. He fell through the other side and collapsed to the floor, panting heavily.
Nathan opened his eyes and paused, the hands in front of him were not his, no wait, they were, but… smaller. He noticed the hair hanging down around his shoulders, long and straight. He stood up quickly and found to his shock that he was shorter; his body was smaller than before, and he was wearing some sort of satin dress.
He turned quickly back to the mirror throwing both hands against the cool surface; he saw a boy about his own age standing there inside the mirror. The boy in the mirror smiled and said something Nathan couldn’t hear. The mysterious boy turned and walked over to the door, opened it and walked out closing it firmly behind him. Nathan hit his hands against the glass and yelled. His voice was female and he covered his mouth in shock. He turned to the window and saw his reflection… her reflection. The form in the dark window was a girl's, but unlike the phantom in the mirror, this reflection was somehow his, it responded to his movements.
Nathan reached a hand up to feel his face, he looked like the girl in the mirror, but there were some differences. Nathan was wearing a blue nightie, not pink, and he could still see some of his own face in his new reflection. The face was a girl's, clear skin with a few freckles, shoulder length brown hair, but it still looked like him, just… a girl. He looked closer at his reflection, the eyes more than anything were his, no doubt, everything else might have changed, but his eyes remained the same.
Nathan turned around to the room, it was arranged like his own, except there were curtains where there were once blinds. He couldn’t put a finger on what else had changed but the room seemed to have become as girly as he was. He looked down at his thin arms, his delicate hands and pure skin. He was a girl.
