The possessed girl

Jack stood in the center of the room, gazing blankly at the figure reflected in the mirror, his face filled with a mixture of astonishment and incredulity.

In his eyes, he could clearly see in front of him a beautiful young girl, looking about eighteen or nine years old, with short dark hair and a pure and playful appearance, while she was wearing a long dress that looked like an ancient European style.

The young lady's body exuded an aura of nobility and elegance, her looks were beautiful, and she was definitely a top-notch beauty. Had it been in the old days, Jack would have drooled and secretly masturbated to her in his mind.

... If only, that wasn't himself ...

Jack dragged his stiff steps and stumbled over to stand in front of the dressing table, stretching out a trembling hand to touch the mirror, cold to the touch, which was undoubtedly a very large mirror.

Inside the mirror, the young girl was reaching out to make the same gesture as Jack, and on her face, fear and shock were plainly written.

Jack's hand was pressed against the mirror and he looked down at his own body, his heart so hard that he almost shed tears.

So, what that book said was true ...

He once read a novel once upon a time, about a teenager who died after reading a novel obsessively for several nights in a row, finally running out of energy, and after a reincarnation, found his soul attached to the body of a young eunuch, in an ancient palace, receiving whipping and slavery from the imperial concubine.

As a new young man in the 21st century, Jack has always scoffed at such fantasy stories, and although he also likes to read fantasy novels, he has never believed that what is written in them is what really happened.

Now, he finally gets his comeuppance. After reading a novel for several days in a row with great excitement, he ends up in the same situation as the protagonist of that novel and is electrocuted to death. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a room with an ancient atmosphere, and when he struggled to get up, he saw a beautiful young girl inside the mirror of the room, however, it was his own appearance.

To be reincarnated in another world is nothing, there are precedents in many novels, but to be reincarnated as a woman would be tragic in the extreme. The thought of being fucked by a man in the future made Jack shudder with disgust and he wished he could die.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered and he keenly saw that the young girl in the mirror had a not-so-subtle throat knot on her jade neck. If it was a woman, she shouldn't have such a thing, right?

Or maybe all women in this world had knots in their throats? Or perhaps the young girl he had reincarnated and possessed was originally a man and was now dressed as a woman?

The thought made Jack tremble with excitement, and he quickly lifted up his skirt, slipped his hand inside his panties, and reached for it, hoping it would solve his mystery.

Yet it was smooth and soft down there.

Jack pulled hard at his crotch several times and still couldn't get a grip at all, it was nothing like the feeling he used to get when he touched himself.

The fact that he couldn't feel what he wanted said it all, only for Jack to black out and collapse limply to the floor, passing out.

In the gloomy hotel room, the beautiful, slim young girl lay silently on the floor, her eyes tightly closed, as if she had lost her breath of life. It was such a poignant scene, so pitiful.

In his coma, Jack's mind replayed the experiences of his short life.

He was living on Earth in the 21st century and, like other young men, dreamed of a superb beauty who would fall in love with him, fall in love with him and then make out, sweetly doing the things we all love to do together.

But reality mercilessly shattered his dreams. An ordinary young man like him, with no money in his family and not handsome, not to mention a super beauty, even an average woman might not look at him.

Moreover, as a poor man, he was not even qualified to have a one-night stand, so until the time of his death, he was still a miserable single young man.

Now, one of those wishes he had once made to the shooting star had finally come true: to become handsome in appearance.

This is very good for picking up girls, but the body has become female, so even if he picks up girls, what should he enjoy? Two beautiful women having sex together?

However, it suddenly occurred to him that a pretty young girl like her might be miserably sexually assaulted if she was seen lying on the ground. So Jack clenched his teeth and refused to faint, lest someone else take advantage of him.

Jack struggled to recite in his mind what he had been taught by his teachers at school, rose strongly from the floor, propped himself up on the dresser and surveyed the room's furnishings, trying to figure out where he was and who he was.

The room was rather old, with only a few simple pieces of furniture, but they were in a completely different style to what Jack was used to seeing, as if they were from medieval Europe.

Barely able to drag his stiff body, he stumbled over to the window, opened it and looked out.

The window faced the street, and people were bustling down the street, the people looked like Europeans, with colourful hair and the style of the street buildings, which also resembled the style in medieval Europe.

Beneath the window, at the entrance to the building he was in, was a large signboard, which, because it was placed at an angle, he could barely make out the words.

It was a strange script, not German, not French, not English , and Jack was sure he had never seen such strange writing before.

But what was even stranger was that he could identify what those characters said and knew them so well that if he had been asked to write them, he would have easily been able to write a whole bunch of these strange characters as well.

It was probably a memory left over from the body his soul had taken over! Jack laughed bitterly. Although he couldn't remember what had happened to this body before, this gift she had left him would probably make him better able to survive in this world.

He turned around and slowly walked back to the dresser and sat down, silently thinking about his thoughts like a lady.

It was now almost certain that he had been reincarnated after death into an alien world and possessed the body of some young girl who was very beautiful, just like the girl in his dream.

Looking at the young girl in the mirror, Jack unconsciously raised his hand and stroked his cheek, as well as his body.

A flash of pain mixed with excitement rose in his eyes because, for the first time, he was touching a girl's body, only for it to be his own.