Self-Reflection

For the majority of Yuki's life, for as long as she could remember, she'd been a workaholic. Even before being employed! She only ever focused on school, then her job, all while maintaining her perfect appearance. Laziness was a foreign concept to her.

So it's safe to say that she was growing a bit... Intoxicated with her new freedom.

Halfway into her third week of vacation.

It was just after noon when Yuki dragged herself off of the couch, where she'd passed out while binge watching fantasy movies. She stretched her sleepy, if slightly stiff body, and made her way into the kitchen in search of something to eat.

She hadn't cooked one of her bland, nutritious meals in some time, instead finding comfort in pastries and take-out meals. So many food options in her area, and she'd never even noticed! As she passed the large mirror in her dining room, she paused, eyeing her reflection...

Her black hair, always neatly tied back, was wild and messy. She was due for a shower, among other things.

Between her lack of exercise and unhealthy splurging, her belly had grown noticeably soft... Though, truth be told, Yuki didn't hate it. She was a businesswoman. Why did she need to be so trim and slender? Her tummy was cute! Though, it's worth mentioning that her stomach wasn't the only thing visible.

Yuki needed to do laundry. A fact that she'd reminded herself of dozens of times, yet always brushed aside. God, she'd never procrastinated before, much less let all of her clothes get filthy! But here she was.

From wearing clean and pristine clothes, to dirty clothes, to wearing... Nothing.

Yuki's modest tits hung freely in her reflection. Her pubic hair, normally a nearly trimmed triangle, now thicker and unsightly. She'd literally chosen to be nude, rather than to do something as simple as cleaning her clothes-- A decision she'd made two days ago, mind you! She hadn't worn a stitch in two days...

Irresponsible. Ridiculous. Maybe even scandalous! But she loved the feeling! Trapsing around her apartment, lounging about with her most private areas in plain view. She'd never felt so... Free. Unburdened. Shameless.

As Yuki looked at her naked, messy reflection in the mirror, cramming the remnants of a doughnut in her mouth, she knew that this was extreme. This wasn't the diligent, responsible and efficient Yuki Yoshida she was looking at. This was a stranger!

And between this view, and the one she'd maintained for so many years... She knew which one she preferred.

She knew that she didn't want to go back.