The Reflection

Kieran caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and froze, his eyes scanning the reflection staring back at him. The person he saw was almost unrecognizable - a person with makeup and a dress, with heels on their feet and a hairstyle that was more suited to a girl than a boy. Kieran felt a wave of disorientation wash over him, as if he was looking at a stranger. He thought back to the makeover Ellie had subjected him to, the way she had laughed and gloated as she transformed him into...this. He didn't know what he was supposed to be now. He wasn't sure if he was still a boy, or if he had become something else entirely. Kieran's eyes dropped to the floor, and he felt a pang of shame and self-loathing. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. He didn't know how to process his emotions, or how to deal with the humiliation that Ellie had heaped upon him. As he stood there, frozen in front of the mirror, Kieran couldn't help but wonder if this was what Ellie wanted. Was she trying to break him, to reduce him to nothing more than a plaything? Or was she trying to prove a point, to show him that she was in control? He thought back to all the things Ellie had made him do, all the humiliations she had subjected him to. He had worn ridiculous outfits in public, performed silly tasks, and even worshiped her feet. Kieran felt a surge of anger and resentment, but he knew he couldn't express it. Not now, not when he was still trapped in this nightmare. Kieran's eyes drifted back to the mirror, and he saw Ellie standing behind him, a smile on her face. "You look beautiful," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so glad you decided to take my advice and get a makeover." Kieran felt a surge of hatred towards her, but he kept his emotions in check. He knew that if he reacted, if he showed her how he really felt, she would just pounce on him. She would use his emotions against him, and he would end up even more humiliated than he already was. Instead, Kieran just nodded, trying to play along. "Thanks, Ellie," he said, his voice flat. "You look great too." Ellie laughed, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm glad you think so," she said. "Now, let's go out and show the world what you're capable of." Kieran felt a sense of dread as Ellie led him out of the house, his high heels clicking on the floor. He didn't know what the day had in store for him, but he knew it wouldn't be good. He was trapped in this living hell, and he didn't know how to escape. As they walked through the neighborhood, Kieran caught sight of people staring at him. Some of them giggled, while others looked away in disgust. Kieran felt a surge of shame and humiliation, but he kept his head held high. He knew that he had to endure this, if only to avoid Ellie's wrath. But as they walked, Kieran couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to escape this prison. Would he ever be able to break free from Ellie's grasp, or would he be trapped forever, forced to do her bidding and endure her cruelty? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and Kieran felt a sense of despair wash over him. He didn't know if he could take much more of this, if he could survive the humiliations and the cruelty that Ellie heaped upon him. As they turned the corner, Kieran caught sight of their school in the distance. He felt a sense of dread, wondering what lay in store for him there. Would Ellie subject him to more humiliations in front of his classmates? Would she make him perform some ridiculous task, just to prove her power over him? Kieran didn't know, but he knew one thing - he was trapped, and he didn't know how to escape.