The First One

You look down, and check that your new dress is perfect, It's a tight-fitting red velvet. It has a slash down the front, showing off your ample bosom, and the slight top of the frilly, lace black bra you've chosen to wear for tonight.

You sigh, taking a deep breath and can smell the remains of your Vanilla body-rub, the smell circling round you, your skin is extra soft today, and pale, as you deiced it wouldn't be worth hiding under an orange fake tan.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your curly, black hair, hands loose, coming just to your shoulders, you spent most of the afternoon curling it, to see how you looked; you decided, while different, it was good enough to try. You think back, to the trimming you did earlier, keeping your pubic hair upto your Bikini line, finall, you look at yourself, while not exactly, fat, yuo weren't exactly skinny either, you had a full , size 16 figure, with large breasts, that, while the fascination of every guy, left you annoyed that they couldn't notice your eyes, whenever you were out..

You leave, and walk down the road to your local pub..