Anonymous Mouse
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 25, 2013
Chastity turned off the shower and the stream of hot water slowed to a trickle before finally stopping. She rang out her dark, shoulder length locks and stepped out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing a towel from the wrack as she stepped in front of the fogged mirror. The moisture was too thick to let her see her own reflection and she was grateful. She didn’t like how she looked without makeup and there was nothing especially to be proud of except her cheekbones and button nose, but that sounded like a consolation prize to her. Who was proud of having an attractive nose?
Her breasts were small, AA cup, which her friend Sally said stood for “Almost an A-cup,” and her figure was practically nonexistent. She’d hoped there might’ve been a last minute growth spurt after her seventeenth birthday but with her eighteenth just around the corner, that hope was fast dwindling. It seemed she was destined to be a diminutive twig for the rest of her life.
The new shave job didn’t help her look any older, she lamented as she dried herself off. Sally and she had gotten drunk last month when the other girl slept over, sneaking a few beers from the fridge, and had ended up watching pornography in a stupid effort to understand the male mind. Hairless sexes had been the norm, as had a number of other factors, such as large boobs, blonde hair and curves, none of which belonged to her. In an effort to be more like the moaning girls on the screen, she and Lisa had each trimmed and shaved themselves between their legs.
One week later and she was itching so badly as the hair started to grow back that Chastity had shaved herself all over again and kept it gone. She’d thought the effect would make her look more mature, but looking down at herself now brought a pout to her bow-like lips; it only made her look younger and more innocent. She wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the door.
Odd…she could have sworn she’d closed the bathroom door all the way to keep the heat from getting out. With a shrug, she pushed into the hallway and ducked into her bedroom, trying not to disturb her parents or sister, Evanore. Eva was back home from college from the summer and while she loved her older sister, Chastity was still getting used to having her around again after she’d been gone for so long. She’d left her downstairs earlier watching a movie with their parents before heading up for her shower.
This time she made sure she pulled her bedroom door shut before pulling on a lilac camisole and matching panties for bed. Girlish again, though she hoped the lace trimming made her seem more grown up. She wanted to ask Eva about college and what the older girls wore, but for some reason hadn’t been able to form a complete sentence around her since she’d come back. Maybe it had something to do with the strange gleam in her sister’s eye. More likely Eva had just grown up and left her in the dust. She wasn’t the same sister who’d been easy to talk to growing up. This was a stranger, a young woman with experience, and she had no idea how to open her mouth around her and not sound like a total ditz.
Her breasts were small, AA cup, which her friend Sally said stood for “Almost an A-cup,” and her figure was practically nonexistent. She’d hoped there might’ve been a last minute growth spurt after her seventeenth birthday but with her eighteenth just around the corner, that hope was fast dwindling. It seemed she was destined to be a diminutive twig for the rest of her life.
The new shave job didn’t help her look any older, she lamented as she dried herself off. Sally and she had gotten drunk last month when the other girl slept over, sneaking a few beers from the fridge, and had ended up watching pornography in a stupid effort to understand the male mind. Hairless sexes had been the norm, as had a number of other factors, such as large boobs, blonde hair and curves, none of which belonged to her. In an effort to be more like the moaning girls on the screen, she and Lisa had each trimmed and shaved themselves between their legs.
One week later and she was itching so badly as the hair started to grow back that Chastity had shaved herself all over again and kept it gone. She’d thought the effect would make her look more mature, but looking down at herself now brought a pout to her bow-like lips; it only made her look younger and more innocent. She wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the door.
Odd…she could have sworn she’d closed the bathroom door all the way to keep the heat from getting out. With a shrug, she pushed into the hallway and ducked into her bedroom, trying not to disturb her parents or sister, Evanore. Eva was back home from college from the summer and while she loved her older sister, Chastity was still getting used to having her around again after she’d been gone for so long. She’d left her downstairs earlier watching a movie with their parents before heading up for her shower.
This time she made sure she pulled her bedroom door shut before pulling on a lilac camisole and matching panties for bed. Girlish again, though she hoped the lace trimming made her seem more grown up. She wanted to ask Eva about college and what the older girls wore, but for some reason hadn’t been able to form a complete sentence around her since she’d come back. Maybe it had something to do with the strange gleam in her sister’s eye. More likely Eva had just grown up and left her in the dust. She wasn’t the same sister who’d been easy to talk to growing up. This was a stranger, a young woman with experience, and she had no idea how to open her mouth around her and not sound like a total ditz.