LittleKitty
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2012
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Krisy laid on her bed, texting her freinds when her father knocked on her door. She called out that it was open, and didn't look up as her father entered her room. She huffed as he told her she would be spending the next few weeks with her uncle, since it had been forever since they had seen each other. Rolling her eyes as her father left the room, she began to text quickly, letting each of her friends know what her father had just told her. Reciving some very unhappy texts, espcailly from her male friends, she began to pack her bag, filling it with all of her skimpy outfits. She looked in the mirror, pulling her headphones to down around her neck, examining her look.
Fixing her skirt, she unbutton two of the three buttons on the side of her skirt, making so that when she walked, you could see her black lace stockings, witch were connected to her matching underwear. Her teeny tank top left nothing to imagination, and her bra was easily seen. She double checked her light pink lipstick, and examined her dark purple nails, making sure they were perfect. Sliding her feet into a nice pair of wedged sandels, she dragged her suitcase halfway down the stairs, yelled for someone to take it to the car, and got comfortable as she waited for the drive to be over.
Krisy laid on her bed, texting her freinds when her father knocked on her door. She called out that it was open, and didn't look up as her father entered her room. She huffed as he told her she would be spending the next few weeks with her uncle, since it had been forever since they had seen each other. Rolling her eyes as her father left the room, she began to text quickly, letting each of her friends know what her father had just told her. Reciving some very unhappy texts, espcailly from her male friends, she began to pack her bag, filling it with all of her skimpy outfits. She looked in the mirror, pulling her headphones to down around her neck, examining her look.
Fixing her skirt, she unbutton two of the three buttons on the side of her skirt, making so that when she walked, you could see her black lace stockings, witch were connected to her matching underwear. Her teeny tank top left nothing to imagination, and her bra was easily seen. She double checked her light pink lipstick, and examined her dark purple nails, making sure they were perfect. Sliding her feet into a nice pair of wedged sandels, she dragged her suitcase halfway down the stairs, yelled for someone to take it to the car, and got comfortable as she waited for the drive to be over.