Powerswap: Mirror Image (Jack)

[Astley Pyatt]

Backdated, September 5th.

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It was chilly.

Astley pulled the blankets around her before she realized exactly what she'd just observed.

It was chilly.

She bolted up in bed, putting a hand to the glass of her dorm room window, where it was barely light outside.

It was chilly.

Surely this must be a dream. This couldn't be real. Things like this didn't happen. Powers didn't disappear overnight. ....And yet....

Astley checked her alarm clock. 6am. This must be a dream, right? Or maybe her powers shut off like this when she went into REM sleep or something. Wouldn't she have noticed that before, though? She'd had this power for two and a half years, surely something like this...

She hadn't felt cold in years. At least, not without great effort.

Pulling open the window, her eyes went wide as she felt the crisp air tickling her skin. Tears came to her eyes. She knew she'd been missing something, but after two and a half years without it, having this sense back was overwhelming. It was as though she'd been deaf and she could suddenly hear the sounds of morning. Her skin felt all the complex shifts of temperature as the breeze ebbed and whispered over her again.

She couldn't help it. Despite the smile on her face, she burst into tears.

It was as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, like she could finally breathe again (sob-choked breaths that they were). She didn't want to bother anyone, not this early, but... A small choked noise - summing up the relief and the sudden hope and the joy that Astley felt in that moment - escaped her throat. She was normal again! It was glorious.

It took about half an hour to finally stop the tears, her cheeks pained from the jaw-breaking smile she couldn't wipe off her face. But still. 6:30am. Still too early to inconvenience anyone. So she attempted to go back to sleep, drifting off to the thoughts of everything she could do now, the person she could be.

-

And about two hours later she awoke in a daze. Because something about her dream had felt very familiar. Almost like... Like she was looking into her own room, and those of the entire dorm building. And it was odd. Highly odd. Uncanny.

When she woke - still giddy at the breeze coming through the window, which had warmed a bit - she paced around her room for a moment, trying to determine the view she'd seen in her dream.

But... that didn't make sense.

The dots were starting to connect, but it just didn't make sense. Then again, losing her power hadn't made sense either. Was gaining someone else's that much out of the question? Just to verify the truth, she found the vantage point again, making sure she was sure. And then she turned, and faced the mirror she'd backed up to.

Within a minute she had gone from pressing her hand against the glass (or failing to do just that), to climbing through into that same place from her dream. The Place Between the Mirrors. It was the oddest feeling, but the fact that she was even able to feel the cool slippery feeling on her skin put her in a good mood despite the new surroundings. Because, as far as she knew from hearing about people with this power, they couldn't really hurt anyone. And that made everything better.

She wandered the odd land, glancing through windows in the air into rooms, bathrooms (she averted her eyes from those) and even a few silvery pools that looked up into the sky (ponds, she assumed, and puddles). One window in particular caught her attention. The way it was coated in fog made her itch to feel what was on the other side. Because it looked warm. And she hadn't felt effortlessly warm and steamy in some time.

Fuck it. If it was a dream, it couldn't hurt her and if it wasn't.... she'd be fine. Pop in, pop out.

Approaching the window in the air, she awkwardly stretched, unsure what it would be like to exit. First attempt, then -

And with that, she pressed her hand through the slippery surface, sliding right out onto the other side, where she could see it, obscured by fog, as she waved to herself. Right. Well, that seemed to work. And there was a disembodied arm coming out of someone's mirror. But she wasn't really thinking of that at the moment. Nor was she aware of the sounds of someone taking a shower just a couple of feet away from said mirror.

[Jack McCarthy]

What the shit?

Jack stared wide eyed at the baseball lying on the ground before him.

What the shit?

Just a few moments ago Jack threw it half heartedly at the wall beside him and lazily held out his hand, waiting for the ball to fall into it.

What the shit?

The ball missed.

What the shit?

He failed to catch the ball.

You have to understand Jack Mccarthy for the last year and a half, he had never failed to catch…anything…ever. Even when he went out of his way to miss, by flinging it in any old direction, the ball would never ever fail to return to his hand. Except this time. Jack practically leaped out his bed in shock. How did he miss? He never missed! He was genetically coded not to miss! Jack went to get out of his dorm bed to further inspect this logic defying miracle, but as Jack walked over to it, he suddenly stumbled on his own feet and crashed to the ground.

Pain shot through his limbs, as Jack swore in pain and tried to massage his left wrist. “Ahh, that was my wanking hand” Jack muttered disgusted with himself as he cursed himself for being so clumsy. Talk about bad lu-

-Jack froze in place feeling a cold chill overcome his senses as he began putting the pieces together as to what was going here.

“No…No way” Jack said in denial, and he meant it. It was impossible, it was unbelievable and yet in the last two minutes things have been going against him, more so that it has in….forever! His luck had finally turned.

Jack stumbled to his feet and began pacing the room in clear undiluted panic, with his head in his hands.

“Oh shit oh shitty, shitty shit!” Jack seemed like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, as he tried to figure out some way this disaster of epic proportions was possible. Crazy half theories and wild idea’s ran through his mind, until only one real possibility became the clear winner.

Clearly some…evil twisted and (Most impotently) dickless villain became so insanely jealous of Jack’s awesomeness that he snuck into Jack’s room and somehow stole his power. What a asshole, Well rest assured, Jack will find this fucking cock-smoker and take back his property!

Jack paused just for a moment, and took a deep breath, he needed to clear his head and try to calm down. With that in mind Jack marched to the shower, in an attempt to clear his head. He disrobed his clothes, all except his signature Celtic cross (Jack needed luck more then ever) and turned on the shower and began to relax feeling the refreshing feelings of the water, he began to lather up some shampoo and rubbed it in his hair, finally feeling some of his old persona retuning slightly as he began sing horrendously out of tune.

“Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumber, Wait a minute, where's me jumper! Where’s me jumper! Oh no!”

Jack thought to himself, that maybe this wasn’t so bad, he needed to focus on the positives, for one, he was still Jack Mccarthy, he was still awesome, and he still looked damn good naked. Jack turned on his heal and twisted in the direction of the mirror with the intention of striking a dramatic pose, but instead seeing a hands coming out of the mirror!

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” he screamed bloody murder, feeling like he was having a heart attack, he stumbled forward in his panic and began to fall down, thinking quickly he grasped at the shower curtain in an attempt to keep himself upright, however this action only caused the curtain to fall on top of him and entrapping him under it. It was Jack’s intention to instantly get up and scream at the dirty little pervert to fuck off. But here’s the funny thing; in a matter of seconds the curtain seemed to have got a lot bigger and when he went to scream, he found he wasn’t able to…and where his hand was meant to be…was that a paw? Confused Jack crawled (?) out from the curtains, and poked his head out and saw in the reflection of the mirror saw a ferret poking his head out from the shower with a golden Celtic cross dangling from it’s neck.

This is a weird morning.

[Astley Pyatt]

Okay, so the hand had went well! And she was completely unaware of the mess happening parallel to her field of vision, too. She was more focused on the 'getting out' business. Right, deep breath...

Woah- woah. Ok, she didn't like that feeling. She felt a little woozy and entirely off center as she clutched her head for a moment. But the feeling passed, eventually. It took a moment of careful breathing, but it was gone in about a minute or two, replaced with humid air. Oh - the feeling of steam on her skin (and a lot of skin was showing) was something she'd missed so much.

Right. She straightened and took a look around the room she'd entered. The shower was on - the source of the steam, obviously - but the curtain was on the floor. Apparently this person doesn't care if their bathroom gets soaked-

That thought was cut off by a little gasp of surprise as she saw a completely adorable little ferret sniffing around the fallen curtain. She gave a little coo of adoration, hurriedly turning off the water (not really caring that she got a little wet in the process - more delighted to feel the hot water on her skin and soaking into her shirt) and kneeling beside the furry creature. "Hey sweetie," she grinned at the animal - she liked animals, they were always so much easier to talk to than people - and offered a hand for it to sniff, "How'd you get in here, huh?"

The question was rhetorical, or course. Obviously, this poor pet had been trapped in the bathroom while it's owner got ready to take a shower. Astley knew she should probably whisk the little guy (or girl, she didn't know the difference, though she assumed it was a guy cause she was a little sexist like that) away and dry the poor thing off. She didn't know much about ferrets, though. So she wasn't going to pick it up unless she got some sort of positive response from it, first.

Wait - was that... She snorted a little at the chain around the ferret's neck. "What kinda trouble did you get yourself into, little guy?" She lifted the edge of the chain, but didn't recognize it. It was cute to think of the creature as having looped it around it's own neck and dragged it around. The imagery was kinda adorable.

[Jack McCarthy]

You know, life could throw you a curve ball something. One morning you wake up at a reasonable time, expecting a nice quiet morning, with a relaxing shower to get yourself in the right frame of mind for the days activities…instead you go for a shower and then a disembodied hand comes through your mirror and UH-OH! You’re a fucking ferret!

So as you could imagine Jack was pretty much freaked out by the whole affair, especially when a young woman vaulted though his bathroom mirror like she was the creepy girl from the ring! But the worse thing was she knew the girl. She was the one she was talking to at the sex talk. Of course! This all made sense now, she was still pissed off for that incident (God knows why) and for revenge she took away his power, hid in a mirror and now for the final revenge she’s turned him into the ferret. Bitch!

It was first jack’s intention to bite and claw this witches face off with his small yet deadly paws…..but then she leaned over in her tight tank-top and Jack began to seriously evaluate the situation. Sure he was still going to rip her face off but why not enjoy himself a little?

Ferret Jack sniffed at the girls hand innocently and then rubbed his head against the palm of her hand.

[Astley Pyatt]

Astley let out a tiny squeal of happiness as the creature nuzzled against her hand. She had on that face that girls got when presented with something too cute for words. "Oh my god, you're so frickin' cute!" She cooed, absolutely hypnotized by the adorableness.

She glanced around, spotted a dry washcloth, and stood to pluck it from it's hook before sitting on the floor of the bathroom, on the (rather damp) shower mat. Leaning down, she scooped the ferret into her arms, against her chest. "Let's get you all dried off, huh?" She pet it gently, giving it a little kiss on the nose before running the cloth down it's back clumsily.

On the other hand, maybe picking up a soaked ferret hadn't been the best idea... "You got me all wet!" The words would imply that she was unhappy with the situation, but she didn't really mind it. Putting the ferret down with a flurry of petting, she pawed at her chest with the cloth, still giddy that she was able to feel the water begin to cool, though that also meant the unfortunate reality of feeling awkwardly soggy. She hadn't missed that.

With a sigh, she shifted around a bit, settling into a more comfortable position with her legs open in front of her, instead of tucked beneath her, pulling a towel down for herself with one hand while the other rubbed behind the ferret's ears (they liked that, right?) and gave gentle scritches down the length of his body, her thumb attempting to pet his soft belly at the same time. Ferrets were so adorable.

[Jack McCarthy]

So maybe Jack was a little hasty to completely wright off the whole being able to into weasel thing as a more then a little shit. In fact it was certainly getting better by the second. To the point where this was quite simply amazing!

Even on his luckiest day jack never had the good fortune of having a hot chick completely pamper him. Well this was certainly was one for the memory banks.

Ferret-Jack seemed to enjoy being washed and he made himself he quite at home in Astley arms before against her chest feeling like he might be able to take a nap right here and now. He squires just a little as Astley picked her up but relaxed as Astley kissed him, his head remained mobile however as it squirked innocently.

"You got me all wet!"

…If Jack could speak, oh what would he say to that!

Rest assured that Jack was going to leap up and and attack her at any moment…right after she was done petting him, it felt awesome…but afterwards, boy was she in trouble!

[Astley Pyatt]

Astley was starting to realize that she hated soggy. She hated it with a passion. And passion was totally possible now, without the risk of accidentally melting something. Patting herself down hadn't seemed to lessen the horribly uncomfortable feeling of moist clothes sticking to her. Which meant there was only one solution.

She left the ferret again for just a moment as she went to the door and peeked out to make sure no one was there. Lovely. With that, she locked the bathroom door and reached for the hem of her tank top, peeling it off with a breath of relief. God, that was so much better. She checked herself out briefly in the mirror, adjusting the straps of her baby pink bra, and managing a smile at herself. That was the good thing about having this new power - she wouldn't have to walk back to her room, if she didn't want to. She could travel via mirror. Which was still quite thrilling.

She turned back to the ferret, grinning. "You - you little fuzzy thing, you - have no idea what I've gone through today." She bounced back to him, happily, returning to her petting as soon as possible, as she very briefly explained, "I can change my life now. I used to be so scared of hurting people - but I don't have to worry about it anymore! So I can do things like pet you-" which she did, adoringly, cuddling him to her practically bare chest, finding him comfortingly warm, "-and now..." A mischievous glint came into her eye, a glint that usually only appeared when she was at home, and she smirked. "I can flirt again."

Because she had missed it. She'd only had one real person who she'd managed to flirt with in all of her two and a half years, and that had been recent, and only because he'd been such a gentleman and an artist, so she'd felt flattered and comfortable. But now she didn't have to be scared of getting passionate - either angrily or lustily - it didn't matter because it wouldn't hurt anyone. She laughed, "Oh my god, I wonder what people will think..."

"Screw it." She thought that, and voiced it at the same time, scratching the ferret behind the ears with a more assured hand. "Let the chips fall where they may." She was riding high on relief and adrenaline and wanted everything she had missed. "I can be a completely different person now." Her eyes were bright and determined as she vowed, "Someone unafraid. Someone who can have a boy - or a girl, why the hell not - in the palm of my hand."

Animals were so good to talk to - and she rewarded the creature's patience with a thorough petting.

[Jack McCarthy]

….Did Jack ever mention that this was awesome?

Because this was pretty damn awesome. In fact Jack was pretty much convicted that the events of the last few hours was some kind of bizarre fever dream caused by quite hefty amount of booze and narcotics consumed the night before, it was one hell of a party. Maybe this was his subconscious giving him a little threat after the dramatic events of the previous few days.

Can’t say that Jack didn’t deserve it….

Jack was disappointed when his full body massage at the hands of Astley Pyatt (She had the technique down, she really should open up a parlor…Jack would be her best customer) As Jack lied on the ground she watched Astley inquisitively wondering what she was doing. Before his eyes practically popped out of his head as Astley undressed the next thing Jack knew was that he was being stoked against and Astley started to talk about…something…in all honestly Jack didn’t really care about what she was saying; he was quite comfortable resting against her boobs. Did Jack needed to know more? If he did, Jack couldn’t even begin to care even a little.

In fact Jack was so comfortable that he hardly noticed that he felt once again a strange tingling sensation spread throughout his body, he felt a great stabbing plan exploded all over his limbs, Jack was only a little bit aware that he had rolled off Astley and the room was getting rapidly bigger. When Jack went to stand up he discovered he was once again…himself…a naked and a very sore version of himself, but himself nonetheless. Jack needed to take a few moments to creak his neck back and forward while feeling that his chain was still around he’s neck before remembering he wasn’t the only one in the room. For a brief moment the air was pregnant with uncomfortable silence as Jack looked at Astley.

“…This is awkward.”

[Astley Pyatt]

The shock was immense. So immense, that it took Astley a moment to realize - holy fuck it was Jack McCarthy. And he was naked.

...And she was topless.

If she still had her old power, she would probably have scorched the bath mat, but instead she just glared daggers at him, too mad to give a shit if he were naked. She happened to see a lot of naked people, thanks to art. More than she was usually comfortable with, thanks to the whole embarrassment = destruction thing. Luckily, she didn't have to worry about that anymore.

"Pervert!" She scrambled up to her feet, shouting at him in anger. And then she remembered she was topless. And let out a shriek as she attempted to cover herself, slightly mortified - though more so by Jack's nudity. She tossed a towel to him, part for him to cover himself, and part to block his vision of her.

[Jack McCarthy]

Well, it was fun while it lasted…

Despite the humiliation of being turned into a little weasel and the aching pains that made him feel like he was just ejected out of the world’s most gruesome car crash, and of course being necked was totally worth for that all too brief window into heaven itself it. Not that Jack especially was embarrassed by being naked. What did he have to be embarrassed about? He had the body of a greek god, and of course it must have been quite a thrill for Astley. Whether she wanted to admit it or not.

He had to admit she was taking it far better then Jack expected her to take it. She was expecting her to pounce on him and punch a hole in his even loving face. But what didn’t enjoy was being referred to as a pervert. Ok, Jack was willing to concede that it most of these situations he may be a little forthcoming but he won’t take it here, when he wasn’t the pervert.

“Oh? I’m the pervert?! I’m the Pervert?! I’m not the one that one crawls into boy’s dorm bathrooms, turn them into weasels or whatever? And besides, if the roles were reversed, could you honestly say you wouldn’t enjoy the same thing? That you wouldn’t treat yourself to a eyeful? You know you would.” Jack took the time to shrug his shoulders. “Hey you were the one that said you wanted to firt….well I think we’re just gone far and beyond flirting”

[Astley Pyatt]

“Oh? I’m the pervert?! I’m the Pervert?! I’m not the one that one crawls into boy’s dorm bathrooms, turn them into weasels or whatever?"

Astley opened her mouth to protest, indignant, but apparently he wasn't finished.

"And besides, if the roles were reversed, could you honestly say you wouldn’t enjoy the same thing? That you wouldn’t treat yourself to a eyeful? You know you would.”

A look of incredulity and disgust graced her face, eyes narrowing angrily. He was so damn cocky, it was infuriating. Enough to overwhelm her usual modesty. Fuck it - let him look, she'd been more naked than this in front of people (she had those anonymous nudes at the gallery, still, that was far more revealing that just a bra)... but she did keep her arms crossed over her chest. She was the one in control of this situation, if she so chose. And yeah. Yeah - yes. She was choosing that. She was gonna take control and not let it go, cause she could do whatever the hell she wanted.

She was slightly high on rage and adrenaline.

“Hey you were the one that said you wanted to flirt….well I think we’ve just gone far and beyond flirting.”

This time, it was Astley's turn to smirk, despite the blush still present in her cheeks, putting on a false air of dominance, eyes steely and cold. "You think you're some hot shit?" Her heart was pounding out of her chest, slightly terrified at what she was doing. "I'll tell you what-" she took a step closer to him, calling on her middle school acting classes as she hid her nervous trembling by looking him up and down, obviously, "-I've seen better," she sneered. Let him feel like the piece of meat for once.

It was still unnerving that he'd heard her - that he'd been so adorable as a ferret was hard to believe (except, okay, he was fit, it was just his personality that was disgusting). But he had heard her, hadn't he? Now was the time to test this new person she could be.

She uncrossed her arms, raising her chin with an air of rebellion. "You have to admit," her smirk held more cockiness than she'd possessed in the past year and a half, as she jabbed a finger into his chest; "I did have you in the palm of my hand." As she spoke those last few words, she walked the fingers up to his clavicle, and punctuated the statement with a little open-handed 'pat' to the cheek (more like a couple of dull slaps), intending to take her leave through the mirror while he was still stunned. If she'd managed to stun him, that was.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack McCarthy, smirked nonchalantly as Astly approached her with a curled eyebrow of sudden intrigued.

You think you're some hot shit?"

“Oh no, no, no You got me all wrong… I know I’m some hot shit!”

Even though Jack didn’t show it, Jack was somewhat surprised by Astley sudden change, who was this sassy bitch and what has she done with the timed little mouse that freaked out on Jack when he started talking a little risky? Jack’s influence must have gotten to her, maybe being totally naked in front of Jack has utterly demolished any sense of nerves she might have had.

If that was the case great It was about time she came out of her shell and started to put out…maybe Jack was starting to rub off on her, or should that be will rub off on her, if she played her cards right.

But then suddenly, Astley began to approach Jack with a smile and a walk, that he himself has patented as his own and he felt the temperature rose just a little as she put her hand on his chest.


"I did have you in the palm of my hand."

Holy shit! Jack really did corrupt her! Awesome! In all honesty Jack was a little impressed with her stance, again if she acted like this all the time she would man dying at her feet. Jack was like her sexually mentor, her love guru. And he had to admit…it did feel good when he was in the palm of hand….not to mention getting petted. Plus Jack was slowly developing a idea, He merely assumed that Astley was responsible for maybe fucking up his luck, but he maybe if he fucked her, it’ll come back…possibly…maybe…at this point the world has lost all logic, so why couldn’t it work?

Before he had the chance to think things through, he managed to wake up from his daze and grab Astly’s arm sofly.

“Wait, wait wait…let’s not be hasty. I mean you don't have a shirt on! How the other people in…mirror land react to that. You said you wanted to be adventurous…well…I’m naked…you’re in your bra…how about you stay here and let’s see where that take us.”

[Astley Pyatt]

“Wait, wait wait…let’s not be hasty. I mean you don't have a shirt on! How the other people in…mirror land react to that. You said you wanted to be adventurous…well…I’m naked…you’re in your bra…how about you stay here and let’s see where that take us.”

Astley's look at him was haughty and incredulous, but some part of her was secretly dancing with joy at her success. ...Then again, it probably wasn't too hard to be successful when teasing Jack McCarthy. He went after anyone.

She used one hand to remove his hand from her arm, as though she were delicately picking up a piece of trash, trying not to touch it too much. "Jack. You're really trying too hard." She shook her head, mockingly, her inner self laughing maniacally that she was even able to keep up this demeaning front, but the superior smirk on her face not faltering. This was addictive, this power she felt. It was magnificent to feel desired, even if it was by some creep. And she felt so in control.

And, unfortunately, power highs lead to bad decisions.

"Tell you what-" she placed her hands on his shoulders, being closer to the boy than she'd ever been - closer to any boy than she had been in a long while - and held him still. "You can get a parting gift, hm?" With that she took his chin in one commanding hand and pulled his face to hers, giving him one short kiss - just slightly more than a peck - on the lips, using her grip on his chin to keep him from seeking any more. It wasn't anything more than lips touching lips, but it gave her a rush to be the one initiating it - and calling it off. As she pulled away, her eyes burning with a vicious malevolent glee, she gave him another smirk. "And now I'll take my leave."

She released her grip, and made to push past him, her heart beat racing with pure adrenaline. Because, despite her anger, she hadn't burned him. She had been able to touch him and hadn't hurt a hair on his pretty little head. She almost regretted it, since she would've been quite happy to have hurt him, but she was too overwhelmed with relief and victory and absolutely sadistic glee at having him speechless for just a minute or two.

[Jack McCarthy]

Woah.

Again he was forced to ask; when the hell did this passive little shrew known as Astley Pyatt turned into a walking talking man eater, it was like Jack followed his own white rabbit into a hole and ended up some kid bizzaro world where everyone was the opposite of what they are back in his world. He half expect to run into a jack that was some kind of monk.

One thing for sure though This nega-Astley enjoyed giving Jack blue-balls. For someone relatively new to these whole teasing business…she was a pro, Jack felt his heart race when they were touching lips and just when Jack was going to catch on fire she vanished in thin air.

Jack was trying to get his breath back trying to figure out once and for all, what the hell was happening. No luck….turning into ferret…Astley moving in and out of mirrors, seriously what the hell was going on?

Here was his theory; Sometime Jack whacked his head against something hard and as a result now he’s hallucinating thanks to his head injury and whatever drugs the nearby hospital were pumping into his unconscious body

“This has been a weird day..."