"Who are you?"
I said in surprise and awe as I saw an unfamiliar face in the mirror. I turned back to see whether someone was standing behind me. There was no one. I was alone inside the room. I looked back to the unfamiliar face, which now had a mixed expression of confusion and a slight bit of awareness.
Not just that, this guy was standing naked in front of me. Why would he do that. In fear and pure surprise I spoke with my voice much more serious.
"Hey answer me, who are you? Martha did not mention a son, and you are too young to be her husband. So you better dress up and answer my question. And stop flashing yourself to me".
I said as I closed my eyes and looked down and noticed i was standing naked too. I felt humiliated for exposing myself like that. I immediately bend down and picked up my trouser. Then trying my best to hide my embarrassment I looked at this dude.
Who was now dressed in a trouser and the same one I was wearing.
I looked around. And then approached this guy who also moving towards me. And then with my heart racing I got close and felt a smooth cold surface. It felt like a wall of glass.
I was confused. Why would a guy be trapped in here, that too in a glass prison. Then I spotted a handle and with my hands shaking at the sight of this guy in front of me i opened the prison. And inside was a wardrobe?.
"Wait what the hell. Is this a mirror?"
That's right, i came to check the mirror. But this reflection.
"It can't be. No fucking way"
It was me. I was looking at my own reflection. In awe i looked at my arms and legs. Yesterday i did the same, but i was too disappointed for not finding those rippling muscles which i had back in the white room that i forgot to realize that this wasnt my body.
But whose is this body. This isn't mine.
This is a younger boy. It looks no more than 19. No 18 thats right this is the body of a guy who was between 18 or 19. I panicked and called for the system. And a moment later the familiar blue screen flashed in front of my eyes.
"Who is this? And why am I in this body?"
The system whirred for a moment and then churned out an answer.
[TRANSMIGRATION was successful, but the player's body was too weak and had little to no potential to increase. So the system altered the body. Although the genetic element isn't altered, this body has been made to improve as the player wishes and will serve as the primary base for the player to complete the goal]
This is unbelievable. This bloody screen literaly ordered me and threatened me into enforcing the goal, they could have just asked or at the least pretended. But that is not the matter at hand.
This THING changed my body and literally called me useless. I wanted to lash out at it. But I cant just die, not after coming here like this. Not after lea.
I calmed myself down and then looked at my body.
I saw a body of a 19 year old boy. Jet black eyes, which shined at the glare, and when i looked at it, it was like staring into an abyss. He had fair skin which was slightly tanned, just a little.
There was no muscles, it was a skinny lean figure with slightly broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The arms was long and had very little thickness, not like noodles.
The frame was as tall as 5 foot 9 and seemed to weigh around 145 lbs. Short black hair and a sharp jawline at about 13 % body fat.
It was a handsome face but then I looked down and saw my crotch i immediately measured it to be more than it was in legth from yesterday.
Just like the system said. It was roughly an inch longer, with it now being 6 inch. It is half of what it was during my time with seraphina in the white room.
But the fact that I can always increase my bodies capability was reassuring.
Oh I was happy. Then as I stood there mesmerized I saw the clock it was 8 am.
I know I can't stay in this room forever. I will eventually have to confront Martha and lea. I looked at the mirror one more time and then dressed up.
Before opening the very door I stood against yesterday night as lea dragged me in, I thought of how she might react when she sees me.
She was dumb enough for me to use her, but she must have definitely caught on to the feeling her body had back then.
I slowly walked out the door. As I passed by Martha's room, I looked inside. It was empty, she must have woke up early.
The way she looked at the both of us and the fact that she pleasured herself back then must be eating away at her. And I am responsible for all of it.
Thinking about both of them and how i did not care what they must have felt back then made me feel a little dreadful.
"But the truth is what had already been done is done. There is no point in thinking about it and wondering what should have been done. At least not until you have figured out what to do for the now. Today matters more than a hypothetical yesterday, and the only way wasting time like that would be useful is either if you have a time machine or so that you can ensure that you dont repeat it, if possible even make what you think to be the right choice"
I stood there for a moment trying to knock some sense into me. And then decided to proceed. Every step I took kept reminding of what I did to them. And how I shattered both of them.
Slowly I got down the stairs and I could hear the sound of chopping and utensils clicking coming from the kitchen Martha was in there cooking.
I had already made my mind to go talk to her, confront her of what we all shared last night, a memory which could be dreadful for the both of them but not me.
I started moving to the kitchen. But every step was heavy, my heart was beating fast, either with guilt or fear, but there was also an unsettling calmness.
What was it, sympathy, for them. Perhaps it was this realisation, but every step I took to the kitchen felt like I was only getting further and further away.
I got to the kitchen she was there cooking, but her mind was elsewhere, her eyes not focused and her face showing a clear sign of distress.
It pained me to see Martha like that, this is a fate she had to endure, all because of her decision to bring me in to her house. An innocent lady in pain for trying to do a good deed.
All this while she has yet to even notice my presence. She is just a few steps away from me. But I couldn't go to her. I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I know I had made up my mind, but still this was hard and was almost eating away at me. For a moment I thought I will just run out the front door without saying a word. Without looking back. And then I realised no matter where I go this fate will follow me there for sure.
"Fine! I'm ok with being Seraphina's monster"
I said It in a low tone but it was loud enough for her to hear it and turned to look at me, she saw me standing in front of her and she froze. Her eyes locked on to me and then suddenly averted. Her lips remained the same as before. Filled with distress.
The way she wouldn't even look at me was too much. I took the last few steps but she stepped back. And without even looking at me she said
"Oh its you. D-- did you sleep well last night?"
Her voice was low, and she clutched her arms towards her other hand. She was in discomfort. I mean it would be a surprise if I didnt bring any to her.
"Good morning. And yes I slept well. Uh, by the way I will be taking my leave."
This is for the best. I should not torture her any further. Her reaction just now told me plenty that my mere presence is reminding her of last night and the shame which it brought to her. But then
"Yo-- u, you can't go. You have to rest."
What the fuck?.