Candira
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Alice had been asleep for the longest time, locked away in a dreamworld. She'd dreamed of growing up in a world much like yours and mine--cars, fast food, wars, school, and reality tv. Of course, in the world she'd spent so much time in, she was well established and had many friends. She had a life there, which was ironic, considering that it was all a dream. In the dream world she lived in, Alice was always fashionable and wore clothes that some might consider...risque. Then again, she was always appreciated wherever she went.
In wonderland, she wore the same outfit she'd fallen asleep in so long ago. She wore a short dress that stopped at the middle of her thigh, propped out by some stiff lacy material. The dress was a light blue color that brought out her eyes and showed off her impressive cleavage. It had spaghetti straps and hugged her body tightly. She wore no bra beneath it, preferring not to show unnecessary lines. She wore white lace gloves that came to her elbows, but she'd grown tired of the fingers and cut them out. Her long, shapely legs were encased in matching white stockings and she wore a high-heeled version of a mary-jane. Over this dress she wore the tiniest of French maid style aprons. Her long golden hair was sprawled out around her, curled to the prettiest style it could be. Around her neck was a silky blue ribbon.
She'd been left all alone to sleep like this for so long now--untouched. If someone came to find her, she would surely awaken to their touch or voice. And she would be understandably disoriented and confused, since she'd been living in another reality for so so long.
In wonderland, she wore the same outfit she'd fallen asleep in so long ago. She wore a short dress that stopped at the middle of her thigh, propped out by some stiff lacy material. The dress was a light blue color that brought out her eyes and showed off her impressive cleavage. It had spaghetti straps and hugged her body tightly. She wore no bra beneath it, preferring not to show unnecessary lines. She wore white lace gloves that came to her elbows, but she'd grown tired of the fingers and cut them out. Her long, shapely legs were encased in matching white stockings and she wore a high-heeled version of a mary-jane. Over this dress she wore the tiniest of French maid style aprons. Her long golden hair was sprawled out around her, curled to the prettiest style it could be. Around her neck was a silky blue ribbon.
She'd been left all alone to sleep like this for so long now--untouched. If someone came to find her, she would surely awaken to their touch or voice. And she would be understandably disoriented and confused, since she'd been living in another reality for so so long.