Now, who are you, to have one want you?
Anna Andrews, an 18 year old human
You wake up and sigh. You hated your stupid dead-end job, but as you look at your calendar, you smile. It's your day off.
You get showered and dressed, excited for your first day off in nearly a month. You look at yourself in the mirror, and you are once again reminded of your perfectly average body. Black hair, B-cup breasts, a small ass, and average build. Your sweater and slacks add to your look of normality, which is nice to not be noticed in a crowd.
As you make yourself a bowl of cereal, you can't shake the feeling of being watched, which makes you uncomfortable. You are in a shadier part of the suburbs, so to take some precaution, you close the blinds as you plan for your day.
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