I wasn't ugly, I supposed, looking at my dark purpleeddish hair in the mirror. It had grown long enough to reach my backside and my eyes were a dark brown that stood out against the paleness of my complexion. I had slight freckles across my nose and on my cheeks and my breasts were starting to grow. My hips were curved, giving me an hourglass figure. All in all, I was satisfied somewhat with what I was seeing. I was becoming a young woman. I smiled at the mirror and headed into the bedroom, digging through the closet for something to wear.
I grabbed a pair of black leather-looking leggings, a short black miniskirt, and a tank top with a skull embroidered across it. I strode across the room and grabbed some black lacy underwear and a matching bra to go with the look and grabbed a pair of
