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Jon stood there, staring at his reflection in the large mirror. A man in his mid-twenties stared back. Dressed in a gray suit. Tall. Lean. The familiar blue eyes. The shoulder-length blond hair. The man he had known his whole life. Did he? Was it even him? No answer came back.
Slowly his clothes started melting away. His body showed no sign of protest; it had seemingly lost all feeling. It felt like a rubber puppet. He didn’t even notice as the gray suit turned an ugly shade of ash or when the red tie bubbled like hot blood before it dripped down. All that his mind could register was the gaze of the guy in the mirror. His eyes brimmed with questions: what should he do, what if he couldn’t return to his usual self, what if his feet didn’t want to tread back… Each thought of going forward came with one of turning back.
Jon kept on looking at himself. He was nude now. But all he could see was mould: a shapeless mould ready to take a new form. He looked at his clothes gathered around his feet, like the old skin a snake had just shed. Questions and doubts in his mind had never been fiercer, stronger. For a moment, he almost jumped on the clothes but he didn’t. With sadness, he realized that all questions, all doubts were futile now. The die had been cast.
Jon looked resignedly at a bright blue cloth which was now floating in front of him. It hadn’t been here one second before but somehow, he was expecting it. Slowly, he extended his hand to touch it, somehow expecting it to burn his fingers or to bite. But neither happened.
He took the cloth in his hand. The touch of silk felt soothing to his calloused palm. He never knew that it could be so pleasing. But then, he had known only the stifling heavy suits and the cold formal shirts. The silk on his hand felt like Life itself- breathing, throbbing, living! Somehow, this brought back the feeling to his body. He could feel the excitation, the anticipation mixed with the fear of new things. After such a long time, he felt alive!
Slowly, the blue cloth flew from his hand to wrap around his whole body. It clung to him similar to a second skin, caressing him, comforting him. It felt like a lover who he had finally met after eons. His skin glowed as if for the first time, it had experienced such an act of affection, of intimacy. The bright blue brought forth the blue in his eyes, which suddenly shone with a life of their own.
But Jon didn’t recognize the reflection of the woman in the mirror even if she felt familiar. She was so different from the man he saw before. She was happy, incredibly happy. And she was beautiful. Her soft blonde hair fell to her waist. The blue dress brought out her curves well, curves which would have many men drooling. And her movements were delicate and dainty. She had a grace foreign to men. The dress turned and swirled at her tiniest movement, as if it was obeying her thoughts rather than her actions.
He stared at the mirror, to the pile of clothes at his feet and back to the mirror. The die had landed.
Heartfelt thanks to Sharon for her help
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