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With a sigh you inspect yourself more closely. Gazing down at your small feet in the mirror, you realise you are still standing on your tip-toes; something you do quite often subconsciously to compensate for being a little person. Not a midget, just really short. It gives you maybe another inch to your height, which is why you have a large collection of high-heeled shoes in your wardrobe, despite the fact that you can barely walk in them. Confidence is important.

Your eyes trace up your legs and take notice of your ample thighs - a thickness that is almost impossible to avoid when paired with the large hip bones jutting outwards that can only be described as childbearing.

You turn around and peer back over your shoulder to view your rear, marveling at how the fat cheeks of your ass taper beautifully with your curves to give you a lovely heart-shaped behind. This is the one thing you actually adore about your body.

Turning back to face the mirror once more, you watch your fingers delicately trace over the top of your soft, flat belly. You crack a smile.

note: the plan is to have a man breed you, obviously, and you have a few targets in mind already. once pregnant, you can rely on the man to take care of you; you are 32 and very aware of your biological clock, not to mention that no man wants to be with a woman who is shorter than most teenage girls, while looking maybe a bit too young. the theme so far seems to be that someone walks in on you after you have finished showering - in this pathway, that person will probably be a neighbour or a friend.

double note: can the plan be achieved without things backfiring? hah! of course not.

triple note: can the op of this story chime in to say whether this branch is what they had in mind? plus, i need to learn how to use variables and conditions.