>>2347641I looked good! Could I look better, though? It was a pain, but I could grow my hair down. It was only barely making it to my shoulders as it was; the red color was widely uncommon around here, adding even more to a bit of a sense of superiority I rightly had about my appearance.
I pressed my breasts together, making an enticing cleavage with my arms as the clothing; it was pleasant to be a little harsh on them. I let them go and saw them bounce. I was getting a little too excited, if there was a way to tell it was with my nipples that had gone so hard I could have made a noise if I pressed them against my reflection. They were not too big; they looked small but that was only the illusion because of the size of breast I had; the areolas were…
a) A clear pink contrasting a white skin.
b) A dark brown contrasting a tanned skin.
c) A clear brown contrasting a pale skin.
“Oh!” my bloomers fell down, surprising me a little.
It was sad that I was so much in touch with my sensuality and so glad for my body and still I could not show it to anyone but myself.
1) A vivid, velvety red bush is showing.
2) A lightly populated, small patch of pubes was all there was.
3) Bare and smooth. Carefully shaved and removed.
4) Bare as bare could be. It never actually grew.
I timidly hid it with both hands, coyly protecting it from even my dearest confident.
That was enough playing around; I didn’t allow more than a few minutes of this daily ritual of self-admiration. I climbed into the tub and sat on it; it only barely made it to cover my lower body. The fresh water was amazing to cool me down. I sighed and enjoyed it for a while.
“Hah… I want to go for a swim,” I thought out loud. How come that boys could do it basically anytime but us girls had to basically stop at around age ten? Maybe there should be something like… clothes for swimming! Like a special suit just for that; something that could get wet just fine and covered the essentials.
