As he turned his blonde head and glanced at his reflection, Stanley couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t match his movements. That prostitute had really done a number on him when she’d swapped their bodies. He hadn’t even paid her yet.
“What the heck?” he exclaimed in his new sonorous voice. “Why doesn’t the mirror show me as I am, and why am I wiggling my ass to try for a better reflection?”
What he didn’t know was that the mirror was charmed and would only reveal the backside of a person. Stanely (not Stacey) would get used to it very soon, and he would get accustomed to being on the receiving end of some cock.