Chapter 2: The Awakening

Roxanne woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, energized, and somewhat... different. She stretched languidly, her arms above her head as she lets out a loud yawn, but as she did, she noticed that her body felt more relaxed and more confident than the level that she is familiar with. In her daze, she didn't think much of it.

She then began her morning routine; she got out of bed, walked over to the window, and pulled back the curtains to let in the morning light. But as she walked past in front of her body mirror, she caught herself gazing at her reflection with a newfound appreciation.

She couldn't believe on what she just saw and felt. Her eyes lingered throughout her body, seeing her features in a new light, one by one. Her hair was fuller and shinier, and her skin glowed with a youthful radiance. She admired her figure, turning to the side to check out her curves.

As Roxanne admired it all through and through, she couldn't help but strike a pose. She was still in her night clothes - a soft, silky camisole and matching shorts - but that didn't stop her from feeling like a supermodel. She started with a simple one, hand on hip and leg cocked to the side, admiring the way the fabric clung to her curves. But as she gazed at her reflection, she felt a growing sense of boldness.

She tried another pose, this time placing one hand on the mirror and leaning in, her breasts pushing forward against the thin fabric of the camisole. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were slightly erect and noticeable through the fabric, adding an extra layer of sensuality to her pose.

Emboldened by her own reflection, Roxanne's poses grew increasingly provocative. She turned sideways, arching her back and thrusting out her chest, showcasing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. The shorts rode up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs.

Next, she tried a sultry over-the-shoulder glance, lips parted and eyes smoldering. The camisole slipped down one shoulder, baring a tantalizing expanse of skin. Finally, she ended with a pose that left her breathless – legs spread wide apart, hands grasping the hem of the shorts and pulling them up to reveal a flash of lacy panties underneath. The mirror reflected back a woman who was unrecognizable from the shy girl who used to hide behind baggy clothes whenever she goes outside – a woman who was confident, sensual, and ready to take on the world.

Just then, she realized that someone might see her through the window and quickly pulled the curtains shut. Feeling a little embarrassed, she laughed at herself and shook her head. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so confident in her own skin and on how proud she is of her body.

After a good laugh, Roxanne then shed her night clothes and indulge in a refreshing shower. She slipped out of her camisole, shorts, and panties, letting them fall to the floor, and stood naked in front of the mirror. Without bothering to wrap herself in a towel, she strode confidently into the bathroom, her bare feet making soft slapping sounds on the tile floor. She turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to a perfect warm, and stepped under the cascading water.

As she began to wash herself, Roxanne's hands moved with a newfound sense of sensuality. She started with her hair, massaging shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it out with slow, deliberate strokes. Next, she lathered up her body wash and began to soap up her skin, paying special attention to areas that always seemed to spark a little extra sensation - the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, and the gentle slope of her belly. Her fingers lingered on these spots, circling and teasing until she felt a shiver run down her spine.

As she washed between her legs, she couldn't help but notice how sensitive everything felt today - every touch sent tiny thrills through her body. For a moment, she had an overwhelming urge to slip a finger inside herself and indulge in some solo pleasure, but she caught herself just in time and redirected her attention to rinsing off instead. A part of her somewhat died that she wasn't going to masturbate just then, it has been ages ever since.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of indulgent pampering, Roxanne rinsed off completely and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower stall and reached for a towel, wrapping it around herself with a contented sigh.

After her refreshing shower, Roxanne stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel, and pondered what to do with her day. She thought about staying in and watching TV, but then a sudden urge to get out and socialize hit her. She decided to head to the mall, hang out, and maybe grab some lunch. As she thought about what to wear, she rummaged through her mental closet and remembered a yellow sundress that she got as a gift and only worn once as she thought it was too much for her. The dress was a perfect fit, showcasing her curves and accentuating her breasts in all their glory.

Excitement took over as Roxanne quickly dried herself off and styled her hair. She tossed the used towel at the laundry basket and strode into her closet, still completely naked. Her eyes scanned the racks until they landed on the yellow sundress, which she hastily pulled out and held against herself. The fabric felt smooth against her skin as she slipped it on, zipping it up at the back.

In front of the mirror, Roxanne struck a range of provocative poses, each one more daring than the last. She twirled around, letting the dress flair out around her toned legs; she bent forward slightly, arching her back and pushing out her chest; she even tried a sultry over-the-shoulder glance that made her blush at herself. At one point, she placed one hand on her hip and cocked a leg out to the side, striking a provocative stance that made her giggle.

As she propped one foot up onto a nearby chair, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror - and was shocked to see that the movement had caused her dress to ride up, exposing her slightly wet pink pussy. Roxanne suddenly realized - she had forgotten to put on any underwear!

She was glad that she noticed it. Otherwise, she would have gotten to the mall with just the yellow sundress. The thought that she might unknowingly reveal more than what she is comfortable of sends shivers throughout her body. Showing off her body is no big deal, but showing it off like a pervert? Nuh uh!

The dress was hanging precariously from her waist as she quickly lowered it down to hang around her hips, just enough to expose herself so she could slip on a matching yellow lace bra without removing the entire dress. With a sheepish grin at herself for being so caught up in excitement that she forgot this crucial step.

As she fastened the bra behind herself and adjusted it for maximum comfort and cleavage-enhancement purposes, Roxanne couldn't help but admire her reflection. She looked radiant, confident, and undeniably sexy. With her bra securely in place, she raised the dress back up to its original position, smoothing out any wrinkles as she went.

Next, she reached for the pair of matching yellow lace panties that complements the dress perfectly. As she began to slip them on halfway through, Roxanne thought for a moment - why not go commando? That thought sent a thrill through her body before reality kicked in; no way was she confident enough for that! She chuckled at herself and continued dressing.

Finally dressed and feeling like a million bucks, Roxanne gave herself one last once-over in the mirror before grabbing her purse and heading out the door. The mall was calling her name!

With a spring in her step and a newfound sense of confidence, Roxanne locked her front door behind her and made her way to the curb. Deciding not to drive today, she hailed a taxi and slid into the backseat, giving the driver the name of the mall she wanted to go to. As they pulled away from the curb, she felt a thrill of excitement building inside her.

She couldn't wait to get to the mall and show off her new look. The yellow sundress seemed to glow in the sunlight streaming through the taxi window, and she couldn't help but smooth out any wrinkles as they drove. She felt like a different person - more carefree, more confident, more alive.

As they approached the mall, Roxanne's excitement grew. She could see people milling about outside, chatting and laughing with friends that she might come by. She imagined herself among them, turning heads and drawing admiring glances as she walked by.

The taxi pulled up to the entrance, and Roxanne paid the driver before stepping out onto the sidewalk. She took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling invigorated by the sights and sounds around her. With a smile on her face and a bounce in her step, she pushed through the doors and into the bustling mall.

For a moment, she just stood there, taking it all in. The sounds of chatter and music filled her ears; the smells of food court treats wafted through the air; and colorful storefronts stretched out before her like a rainbow-hued wonderland.

As Roxanne walked through the mall, she couldn't help but notice the subtle glances from passersby. At first, she thought it was just her imagination, but as she continued to stroll, she realized that people were indeed looking her way. She felt a flutter in her chest, not from embarrassment or self-consciousness, but from a sense of pride and confidence, she couldn't help but feel pretty and attractive.

As she strolled past storefronts, she caught glimpses of herself in reflections and windows. She struck a pose, admiring once again the way her yellow sundress hugged her curves and showed off her toned legs. She felt like a different person, one who was unapologetically herself.

Roxanne decided to take advantage of this newfound confidence and headed to her favorite clothing store. She browsed through the racks, searching for new outfits that would complement her body even better. She found a pair of high-waisted shorts that hugged her hips perfectly and paired them with a tight black tank top. The fitting room mirror reflected back an image of a confident woman who owned the look.

Next, she tried on a flowy blue sundress with a daringly low neckline. The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, making her feel like a goddess. She twirled in front of the mirror, feeling carefree and sexy.

Finally, she settled on a pair of distressed denim jeans with strategically placed rips and tears. They were paired with a cropped top that showcased her toned midriff. Roxanne felt like she was on top of the world as she gazed at herself in the mirror.

Satisfied with her picks, she grabs them and headed towards the register. There, the male cashier, around her age, gave her a warm smile as he rang up her purchases. "You look wonderful, Miss," he said, his eyes lingering on her outfit. "That top really brings out your 'eyes'. Hehe :3." Confused, she looked down and noticed her nipples poking through the fabric of her bra and her dress. Now knowing what he meant, Roxanne blushed at the compliment and thanked him graciously while waving as she leaves.

As she is, not bothering to cover them at all, she wondered that maybe the reason why she got glances earlier is that maybe because of her nipples being embarrassingly noticeable rather than her figure. But judging on how she sometimes caught people checking her out, it's probably both. Regardless, it made her feel... good. Showing off her body is one thing that she is always fond of, being complimented by it and noticing her private parts is... certainly something else.

After leaving the store, Roxanne wandered around the mall until she stumbled upon a sex shop within the mall. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should venture in. It wasn't something she normally did, heck, she never even went to one as she found no reason to. She has no one special in mind, prefers to be single for the time being, and completely satisfied with her fingers and abilities whenever she's in the mood.

But today, it felt different. After awhile, she decided to at least take look around. After all, doesn't hurt to take a peek on what else it stores! And so, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The store was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. Roxanne's eyes scanned the racks filled with lacy bras, corsets, and teddies designed for one purpose only – seduction.

Roxanne's eyes widened as she browsed the options on the racks as these sets of lingerie left little to the imagination – sheer mesh bodysuits; black lace bodysuits; red teddy lingerie; lacy bras with nipple cutouts; crotchless panties; and bras that barely covered anything at all.

But as much as she loved thinking on how it would look on her if she ever wore these clothing, something held her back from making any purchases. Perhaps it was because these clothes were meant for private moments only; perhaps it was because she didn't have anyone special in mind to share them with.

Whatever it was, Roxanne left the sex shop empty-handed but not disappointed. She took solace in knowing that this experience had pushed boundaries within herself. It's natural for her to wear clothes that show off her figure, but showing off her privates openly? Definitely not happening.

She then went and head for the food court. She ordered two slices of pizza and a can of soda, finding a seat near the fountain. As she ate, she watched the crowds of people passing by. She noticed that there are still people taking glances as they pass by and such. Before, she would have felt intimidated or self-conscious around so many strangers, but now she felt... empowered, liberated, and excited, in both ways.

Something about that seems... odd to her. In fact, ever since last night, it seems like something has definitely changed. She pondered over the seemingly sudden shift in her confidence and the way she viewed her body. Had it always been there, hidden beneath the surface? She searched for answers, but they remained elusive. In the end, she concluded that nothing had changed; she was still the same person with the same thoughts and feelings. No differences at all.

But as she delved deeper into her thoughts, Roxanne stumbled upon an odd realization. Why had she spent years hiding her curves under baggy clothes? She had always been comfortable with her body, yet she had dressed as if trying to conceal it from the world. It didn't make sense. Now, as she looked back, it seemed almost laughable – all those oversized shirts and loose pants that did nothing to flatter her figure. But at the time, maybe it had been her go-to style.

Shrugging off the thought, Roxanne decided not to dwell on it further. Instead, she made a mental note to gradually update her wardrobe with more outfits like the ones she'd purchased today – ones that made her feel confident and beautiful. It wouldn't be a drastic change; just a slow evolution of self-expression through fashion.

She finished her lunch and headed for the exit, feeling satisfied with her purchases. As she stepped outside, she took a deep breath, feeling the sun warm on her skin. She felt alive, awake, and excited for whatever lay ahead. She couldn't wait to see where her newfound confidence would take her, and she was eager to push herself even further.

As she waited on the curb for a taxi, she noticed a group of young adult construction workers who were on their lunch break across the street. They whistled and catcalled her in playful and friendly tone, but instead of feeling objectified or uncomfortable, she felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. She smiled and waved at them, feeling grateful for their attention. It was a small moment, but it signified a major shift in her perception of herself and her worth.

From her waving, a taxi then popped up and caught her off guard. She waved at them one more time before entering the taxi. She then told the driver her address and went off, all while feeling blissful at the events that occurred throughout the day as she smiled.

She arrived back home and went to unlock her front door. As soon as Roxanne walked into her living room, she collapsed onto the couch, feeling exhausted but exhilarated from her trip to the mall. She couldn't help but replay the events of the day in her mind – the way people's eyes had lingered on her, the cashier's compliment, and even the catcalls from the construction workers. It was a strange feeling, but she couldn't deny that it made her feel...good. Like, really good. Her heart raced, and her skin tingled as she recalled the attention she received.

Without her knowledge, her right hand brushed against the damp crotch of her yellow lace panties, and she gasped at the sensation. She did so by unknowingly lifting her dress a little, revealing the said panties. Unable to resist, she slid her fingers beneath the lace and began to gently circle her swollen clit.

Her breath hitched as she increased the pressure, her hips bucking involuntarily against her own hand. Roxanne's fingers moved with newfound urgency, teasing her entrance before slipping two fingers inside. She moaned softly as she explored her slick folds, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her breathing grew ragged as she quickened her pace, her two fingers becoming slicker with each passing moment.

Her left hand soon followed, reaching behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall enough for her yellow lace bra to be exposed. She pinched her nipples through the sheer fabric of it, causing them to harden and ache for more attention. Unclipping her bra, she let it fall and join in with her dress that rests in her waist, freeing her erect nipples.

She didn't mind that her clothes are still not off and is only lowered or lifted enough to reveal her breasts and her pussy being given attention. She didn't notice or care; all that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her body. It was as if she was in a trance, completely absorbed in the sensations building inside her.

She cried out as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her entire body shook with the **** of it, her pussy was drenched and she could feel her wetness seeping through her panties, staining the fabric a darker shade of yellow, and completely soaking it with her cum.

As she came down from her high, she laid there, basking in the afterglow of her self-induced ecstasy. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath, and her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She looked down at her body, covered in goosebumps, and smiled. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, and so naughty

As she slowly came back to reality, she realized what she had just done – masturbated out of nowhere. Roxanne's face flushed with embarrassment as she sat up straight, looking around the room in confusion. This wasn't like her at all; she wasn't one to get off on self-pleasure that quickly and intensely. If anything, it would've taken more than just simple attention from the guys.

Sure, she'd experimented with it and masturbated occasionally but it never had been a regular thing for her. She's not the type that gets horny a lot and only happens on whether she decides to or felt as if she got nothing else to do other than to just have fun and goof around. Not only that, it has been a long while since her last masturbation.

As if things couldn't get any more mortifying, Roxanne noticed that her curtains were barely shut. Panic set in as she hastily closed them completely, wondering if anyone might have seen through the little gaps. The thought sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over her. It was still early at the night so it was very likely for such to happen. Heck, she may be even heard by the people next door during her orgasm.

With a deep breath, Roxanne tried to calm herself down and process what had just happened. Why had she suddenly felt compelled to masturbate? Was she feeling horny earlier and she didn't took notice of it? And if so, why did it feel so... different? Is it because I am apparently getting off from the attention that I was getting?

The questions swirled in her mind as she sat there, still trying to catch her breath and make sense of everything that just happened.