Looking in the vanity mirror I wasn't surprised to see a
very pretty girl looking back at me. I was proud of the
woman I had become, certain any woman would be jealous of the way I looked.
Holding my hands up in front of me I examined my
long, glamorous pink fingernails before I picked up the tube
of pink lipstick, removed the cover and turned up the base. Leaning forward I pushed the tube hard against my full lips and applied a generous coat of the bright pink makeup.
The doorbell rang so I stood up and slipped on my
four-inch heel fuzzy toed slippers. I giggled at the sight of
my ten pink toenails poking through the end of the slippers. I secured my pink chiffon robe with the pink strings ending in
pink fuzzy balls and walked to the front door of my apartment.
I felt like skipping but instead continued my walk in a deliberate, mincing lady-like fashion. The Pink chiffon peignor set flet good against my hair free girly skin just as walking in my high heel slippers gave me a womanly feeling.
To say I felt almost delicious would be an understatement.
At the front door I brushed my hair back with one hand and
opened the door.