Trapped as her Reflection
Looking out of the mirror at the woman I now looked exactly like, I begged... "Please, let me out! I can’t just live as your reflection!"
"But you loved peeking at me from your apartment," she said sweetly, "now you can peek at me all the time."
"I’m sorry! I promise, really, I promise I will never peek at another woman as long as I live! There’s a whole mirror world here! I’m trapped doing everything you’re doing!"
"I would think a voyeur like you would LOVE to be able to spy on me all the time!"
"But I FEEL everything too! Your cramps, when you pee, when you brush your teeth… "
"What about my boyfriend?"
"I try not to think about it…"
"Nex time I’m laying on my back, looking up at you in the mirror over my bed, maybe you’ll {giggle} reflect on how you got here!"