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Lauren looked out the window of her door and saw no one. She looked at the clock and it was 8:23. She stood in front of the mirror. She was shaking. She never looked in the mirror until it was time to do her makeup and check her outfit. She couldn’t stand to see her body it filled her with feelings of inadequacy and humiliation.

She slipped one arm out of the gown. She was almost crying. She slipped the other arm out and let it fall to the ground. She closed her eyes. She then remembered the doctor’s advice and that this might lead to her actually being able to accept herself. She still had a lot of doubt but she couldn’t go on this way.

She opened her eyes. There she was. She was completely naked. She could see her freckles, she guessed that wasn’t so bad but she looked down further and immediately went to her feet because she couldn’t stand the rest of her body. They were still dirty and small but she guessed there was nothing wrong with them. She looked at her stubby legs and the feelings of how much she hated her body rushed to the surface. She reached down for the gown but stopped.

Then she stood back up and tried again. She picked up where she left off and looked to her pussy and her partially parted labia. There was nothing wrong with it physically but she felt embarrassed at her near constant arousal over the last day. She cringed over cumming on the nurse’s hand. She cringed again thinking about how good it felt. She went back to her self-examination and noticed mild stubble on her pussy and thought it might be time for a shave. Then she thought about it and wondered if it might make her feel more like an adult to keep it. It was just tiny enough to be prickly all about but it meant she’d at least entered puberty to any observer.

She moved up to the more troubling parts of her body. She saw her stomach and hated how pudgy it was. Despite every attempt at diet and exercise she couldn’t lose it. She wasn’t even fat just had a tiny bit of tummy but it was exaggerated by her biggest problem. Her flat chest wasn’t even big enough to stick past the tiny amount of baby fat.

She looked up at her bare chest and saw what she hated most about herself in the mirror for the first time in years. They were so small. She hated them. She wanted to have real ones like every other girl she knew. She looked at the totality of herself and saw a little girl. She panicked and picked up her gown. She put it back on.

It was 8:26. 3 minutes. She guessed it was a start. She got into her new bed and tried to forget what she put herself through before she arrived at the hospital. She wasn’t sure if she was more scared about being here or the possibility of getting out and facing the consequences of today’s actions. She just hoped that she would feel better soon.