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My hands roamed over my body; the curve of my hips, the slight curve of my belly, around to have my fingers feel the slight indentations above my bottom. I turned my back to the mirror and I looked over my shoulders. They looked like dimples. My legs were long and I was reasonably well formed; I did not need a corset to promote my bosom, for it was ample enough on its own. I'd seen myself naked before as I passed the mirror in the washroom on the way to the tub. It had only been in passing though, never stopping and lingering to study it before. I had a birthmark on the inside of my right thigh, a dark contrast to the pale skin there. The curls hiding my womanhood were springy and as dark as the hair on my head. I'd put my hair up in a snug bun, but when loose it would hang do
