I’ve written a fairy tale for you…
Sarah had always been plain, and her body had always been plump. She thought herself to be quite ugly. As a girl, Sarah wanted nothing more than to have a companion, but she would allow herself no friends. Any girls who treated her kindly were ignored, as she felt they were only taking pity on her, or had a plan to tease her. When she became of age, Sarah wanted nothing more than to have a lover, but she never spoke to the young men. Any wishing to court her would be turned away, because she didn’t believe a worthy man could have interest in one as ugly as she.
After a great many years of loneliness, Sarah grew into a wrinkled, fat old lady. Her skin was so carved with bitterness and her bosom so sagged with disuse, that it pained her heart just to see her own nudity when she bathed. Yet Sarah had a love of beautiful mirrors. Her vast collection of antique mirrors covered every inch of her walls; her craggy old reflection was her constant companion. Sarah often spoke to her mirrors, as there was none other to keep her company.
Sarah kept her blinds drawn tightly and allowed no visitors into her home. She left her little cottage only once a month. When this day came, she would rise early, envelop herself in dark, loose fitting garments, and cover her shriveled face with a veil. Before doing her marketing, she would visit the antique shop to admire any new mirrors the shop’s keeper had acquired.
The shopkeeper knew of Sarah’s affinity for mirrors, and made good business of acquiring them for her. On this occasion, he had an exquisite freestanding piece selected especially for her. Sarah loved the mirror greatly and ordered that it be delivered to her home.
After her marketing was done, she returned to her cottage to find the deliveryman awaiting her. Sarah allowed the man into her home and asked that he set the mirror up in her dressing room.
Sarah took up a polishing cloth and began cleaning the mirror. She thought it a thing of beauty and told it so.
The mirror replied “I am beautiful because I was made to be so.”
“A mirror that speaks! I’ve never known such a thing! What a delightful companion you shall be!”
“A mirror as your companion? Have you no friends to entertain, madam? No husband to keep you company?”
“No, my dear mirror. I have longed for friends, and for a husband, but I am much too ugly for anyone’s attentions.”
“Madam, I was made beautiful, and I can make a beauty of you, if it is your heart’s true wish.”
“It is my true wish, dear mirror! I wish to be the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, that any who see me shall admire me and want for my companionship. I will do as you bid me, if you can make it so.”
“Then in three nights’ time, you shall be such a beauty. Madam, your hair is far too sparse and brittle to be beautiful. On your vanity table you will find a pair of silver tweezers. For every hair you pluck from your head and swallow into your stomach, three hairs will grow by morning. Your new hair shall be dark, long, and strong. Greet me when you awaken and we shall begin the next step.”
Sarah wasted no time. She grabbed the tweezers and began plucking the hairs from her scalp. Whenever she had a clump of them, she made herself to swallow them. By nightfall Sarah had plucked every hair from her head and swallowed each one. She went off to bed, and although her scalp stung and her innards felt strangled, sleep found her quickly.
In the morning Sarah awoke with a breast length mop of brilliant, chocolate colored hair. She raced to her dressing room, and admired her new tresses in the beautiful mirror. She was lost in her reflection for some time before remembering to greet the mirror.
“Good morning, my dead beautiful mirror!”
“Good morning madam. Your hair is lovely, but your body is in poor condition. You’re much too fat to be beautiful. A feast awaits you in the parlor. For every pound of food you eat, you will awake in the morning three pounds trimmer.”
Sarah wasted no time. She rushed downstairs to the parlor where the most luxurious feast awaited her. Sarah filled her belly with roasted goose, buttered brisket, and boiled sausages. She stuffed herself with spiced bread, creamed potatoes, and larded beans. She gorged herself with hot custard, blackberry pie, and poached pears. Whenever her stomach felt too full, she rubbed it until a great belch escaped her, and continued to eat. By nightfall, Sarah knew she could hold no more food. She laid herself on the parlor floor, and although she felt her insides would surely burst, sleep found her quickly.
In the morning Sarah awoke in a body half the size of its previous self. She raced to the dressing room, stripped off her clothes, and admired her new figure in the beautiful mirror. She was so pleased with her reflection, she stared at herself for some time before remembering to greet the mirror.
“Good morning, my dear beautiful mirror.”
“Good morning madam. Your body is quite trim now, but your skin is loose and wrinkled. You’re much too aged to be beautiful. A pool awaits you in the garden. For every hour you spend immersed in the pool, you will wake in the morning three years younger. Your renewed flesh will be taut and without blemish.”
Sarah wasted no time. She rushed to the garden to find a lovely pool of sparkling, clear water. She slipped herself into the warm pool and settled in for a nice soak. It was not long before the water began to cool, and Sarah fell to shivering. She persevered, hugging herself close to trap what heat her thin body had to offer.
By nightfall, Sarah’s flesh was so softened from soaking that she feared it would fall off. She pulled herself from the frigid pool and sneezed her way up to her bed. She covered herself head to toe with her thickest quilts, and although she felt she’d never be warm again, sleep found her quickly.
In the morning, Sarah awoke in the skin of an angel. She threw off the quilts and raced to her dressing room. The reflection in her mirror was that of the most beautiful woman who had ever lived.
Sarah combed her fingers through her silky, chocolate hair. Her straight, even fingers traced the soft curve of her ears and the fine firmness of her neck. Her breasts were so firm, they felt as if they’d spring fully formed from the chest of a young girl. Sarah traced her form from her swollen breasts, down her taut abdomen, and over her creamy thighs. She was so taken with herself that she felt a tickling warmth inside her cleft. She opened her legs to admire this newly awakened part of herself. Even it was beautiful.
Sarah broke her gaze only long enough to gather a selection of mirrors from the room and arrange them so that she could see every perfect inch of herself. She was lost in her reflection for some time before remembering to greet the mirror.
“Good morning, my dear beautiful mirror!”
“Good morning madam. Three nights have passed and you are the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, such that any who sees you shall admire you and want for your companionship. Now do as I bid you, and go out into the world and choose companions for yourself.”
“Oh no, my dear mirror. I am far too beautiful to go out into the world. For any woman who sees me will fall into jealousy and will seek to bring harm to my beautiful body. And and man who sees me will want only to touch my naked flesh and will seek to force himself upon me. I shall stay here where I am safe.”
And so she did. Sarah stayed in her dressing room, marveling at her fine new body. The very sight of her milky white breasts and smooth firm bottom caused such a warmth to radiate down from her womb, that she could not keep herself from touching where she’d dared not touch before.
Sarah spent the rest of her days admiring herself, and working her fingers upon her softest flesh. So taken with her own beauty, neither hunger nor thirst could take her away from her reflection. And if her dear, beautiful mirror spoke again, she did not hear it, as she had no attentions for any except herself.