Epilogue: A Zest For Life

Everyone knew that Stacy was a bit weird. Especially Stacy, which didn't help.

It wasn't just that she would randomly know things that nobody could have possibly told her. It wasn't just that she recognised places that she had never been. It was how she looked at others, but much more than that, it was how she looked at herself.

There are people who seem to love being alive, but common consensus was that Stacy went much, much too far. She loved being herself with a kind of perverse glee. And it wasn't a vanity thing - it wasn't JUST a vanity thing - but so much of the life she lived seemed to give her a sick thrill. She loved going to an all-girl's school. She loved going out shopping with her parents and being told by strangers that she was growing up so pretty and fine. She loved dressing herself up in the mirror and as she got older, she soon loved undressing herself, too.

Stacy had boyfriends, Stacy had girlfriends, but something every one of her exes could agree on was that Stacy was already in a committed, lustful and obsessive relationship with Stacy. No matter what they would do together, she would insist that they do it in view of a mirror where Stacy could watch everything they did to her and stare into her own eyes the whole time. It only got worse when she starting filming herself - with or without a partner.

Every part of her was to be explored. She would insist on it. Every nook and cranny of her body, from her toes to her heels to her thighs to her pussy, up the curves of her hips to her breasts to her shoulders, up her neck to her face and down again. She wanted to be caressed, licked, kissed and fucked, often by multiple people at once. Her body was there to be used, by herself more than anyone else.

Stacy had considered the possibility that she might have lived a previous life because of her strange memories, but dismissed it as unimportant. She fully accepted that she suffered from some kind of narcissistic complex, but she didn't think of that as a flaw.

Stacy was just overwhelmingly, perpetually and hungrily happy to be Stacy.

And she wouldn't change it for the world.