It's everything you know, kneeling, it's the first thing you remember, and everything that's come afterwards. You might think for a moment that you have forgotten something, something important, but it's not true. You could remember everything, and it would all come down to kneeling.
It doesn't matter who you were, what you did, not really, not anymore.
It was always kneeling, to someone, to something. You were always second, third, last, didn't matter, never first. You knelt to others, in your mind, knelt to their strength, their wits, their money.
But in all your life, it had never felt like this.
Now you kneel, truly, because you desire to do so, not because you were forced.
The moment you'd laid eyes upon the mirror, upon what it reflect, you knew, deep down, this is what you had sought your whole life. Without thought, without effort, you knelt in front of it, seeing the beautiful woman do the same, you saw into her as she did you. She saw in you agony, misery, doubt, and longing, so much of it.
In her eyes you found purpose, joy, freedom. You envied her, the more you looked the more you understood, she knelt because she wanted to, because she could, because she had a reason to kneel. You? You'd only done so out of necessity, or perhaps simply because you didn't know better.
Didn't matter.
You wanted to be her, be free, be beautiful and full of purpose.
Her eyes twinkled, knowingly, and a rush went through you, a jolt of lightning. Your clothes shifted, became simpler, more revealing. Your hair sprung gold like the precious metal, your skin took just a hint of a tan. You wanted more, you knew this to be as true as the fact that the woman in the mirror looked more and more like you.
Or was it the other way around?
Did it matter? Not to you, not as your arms slimmed and your shoulders became fair and soft, not as your lashes thickened and your eyes were stained by the deepest blue. It was everything you could ask for as the changes continued, you just moaned out as your breasts swelled and grew just the way you liked them, shuddering when your hips popped wide and inviting for anyone to see, your weight shifted and with it your ass plumped like the softest cushion. Your eyes closed as bliss coursed through your veins, your very gender gone like the shackles that had held you down while you shook with a gentle orgasm that opened your apetite more than sate it.
When you opened them again, and saw unto your reflection, the moment of confusion at seeing yourself was quick to pass, all doubts or thoughts as to who or what you were gone, swept away by the winds of change that had ravaged you and remade you from your very core.
It was then that you saw me in the mirror, your legs relaxing so your position became more natural and restful, any desire to rise from your own volition gone from your mind like the shackles that had held you down.
Truly, now you were free to kneel.