Inspired by [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/6c3sk7/a_shapeshifter_suffers_a_massive_head_injury/dhroz6j/) in r/WritingPrompts
I couldn’t recognize my face in the mirror. It was like looking through smoke.
It wasn’t the mirror’s fault. It was old and dirty, like everything else in the shack. Dust like raindrops spattered the mirror’s surface and the silver underneath was turning black. But the glass was whole and there was plenty of light. It’s just that my face kept changing.
I stood in front of the mirror, naked. How long had I been standing there? Ten minutes? Ten hours?
Why couldn’t I remember my name?
Once again my hands traced their way from my crotch to my belly. They stroked between my breasts and settled on my face. And when I took my hands away, I was someone new
My fingers touched a sore spot on the back of my head. I flinched, but the scalp had closed up. My skull felt like it was whole again.
When I’d pulled myself out of that burning car, I didn’t look as good. I was at the bottom of a cliff, a hundred feet down from a mountain road and a busted guard rail.
You’ll forgive me if I don’t recall any more details. I was on fire at the time.
I blinked. In the mirror, my eyes were going from green to brown. My skin was turning dark and my hair grew dense and wiry. My features traveled from Europe to Africa.
Why was I out here? What had I been doing? I was different from most people. Maybe different from everyone else.
I looked into the mirror. I was now a very convincing (and very curvy) black woman. Was this me?
I began to explore this person.
First impressions: I tasted sweet.
I sucked my finger clean and slipped it back inside my pussy. My other hand hefted a tit and brought the nipple to my lips. I sucked, and sucked *hard.* I didn’t know long my breasts would stay that size.
Sometimes I was tall. Sometimes I wasn’t. Sometimes I was thin. Sometimes I wasn’t. I stretched and I swelled and I shrank inside myself. I didn’t care: I kept cumming.
“Noooo,” I said. I was growing smaller again, everywhere this time. My nipple pulled itself from my mouth. I stretched my tongue after it, but was it was too late. I looked at the mirror and locked eyes with my reflection. The eyes were blue this time. My auburn hair spread out on the dusty wooden floor.
Luckily my arms were always the right length to touch myself. My back arched and I’m sure I made the floor wet.
But something was missing. I brought a finger to my clit and started tracing circles.
“Ooooh, tell another lie, Pinocchio.”
I raised myself to a sitting position and brought the penis to my lips. My spine hurt, and then it didn’t. I lowered my head over my cock. I squeezed it between my breasts.
The cock felt good inside my mouth. That is, it was good to have a thick, veiny dick in my face hole. And it was good to put my cock somewhere hungry and moist.
I sat there. The shack was quiet except for the gentle rhythm of my breathing. Occasionally I would pull my cock out with a wet smack, and then I would gobble it back down. I sat there, spread-legged, as the sun came in through the cracks and the light painted glowing stripes all over my skin. My cock went in and it went out. My lips and tongue were there to receive it. I suckled at myself and then the moment came and I jerked and I spurted inside my throat.
My eyes lost focus. I didn’t care what color they were. I *still* tasted sweet. A name flashed in the darkness: Ouroboros. I didn’t know if that some kind of commentary.
Eventually, after my eyes had refocused, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Nothing made sense, but I needed answers.
Or did I? I could start fresh, I knew. I didn’t have to track down my old self.
The mess of brown curls began falling down over of my eyes. With a glance back at the mirror, I stepped into the glaring sun, long blonde hair falling down my back.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6c5mmc/the_shapeshifter_sm_trans