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You open your eyes to a beautiful room bathed in soft, pink light. You're lying on a comfy velvet chaise, and as you raise your head to look around, you gasp softly. The room is filled with clothes - slung over chairs, hanging on racks, piled on the floor, - shimmering, feathery, slinky, sparkling girl clothes. Across the room is a huge white vanity table, covered with powder puffs, tubes of lipstick, vials of lotion, beautiful glass bottles of perfume and jewelry boxes, large and small, their contents spilling over onto the table. You cross the room, eager to touch it all, drape the clothing across your body, dig your fingers into the jewelry boxes, smell the delicious fragrances … then you stop, frozen. In front of you is a huge, full-length mirror, ornately decorated in gold and silver. You barely notice it, because your eyes are fastened on what you see in the mirror. Shaking, you run your hands down your body to confirm what your eyes are telling you. You watch in the mirror as your fingertips trace the curves in your body, your skin petal soft and smooth. Your hands move upward and you cup your full, lush breasts, the nipples hardening at the touch. One hand slips down between your legs, exploring soft, moist folds of velvety skin that ache to be opened, penetrated. A soft moan escapes your lips. What you have secretly dreamed for so long has somehow come true. You are a woman, a lovely, alluring woman with full lips and thick eyelashes, with soft, shiny hair cascading over your shoulders, with long willowy legs and petite, gracefully shaped feet. You laugh, bubbling with excitement, eager to clothe this gorgeous body, yearning to slip shiny, silky stockings up each lovely leg, hungry to feel cashmere against your breasts and perhaps a soft leather skirt, just short enough to allow a glimpse of your lovely, tight ass …. Welcome to my playroom, pretty girl - created especially for that beautiful, magical woman that exists inside you. The woman you know you can be, the woman you know that you are. You're my pretty girl now. And this is only the beginning … |
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