The Scarlet Dancer
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Being a girl wasn't all that bad, thought Kim. You could wear the prettiest clothes and make yourself as beautiful as you could with all the make-up and perfume and nail polish and everything. The catalogs were filled with such nice things too. You could get lost in the wonderful clothing catalogs from all those great stores - Spiegel's, Royal Silk, and of course, Victoria's Secret. Even Frederick's of Hollywood had pretty things.
The bras especially. Kim dreamed of going to Hollywood sometime and visiting Frederick's Bra Museum some day. Wouldn't that be fun? Not that Kim had breasts that required most of Frederick's brassieres, that was for sure. Kim had small; no be honest Kimmy! very small breasts- 32AAs to be exact.
Oh, they were a heartbreakingly small pair, like a little girl's. But Kim was nineteen- the age where most girls had the breasts, they would live their lives with. Kim's hands caressed the bare breasts, making the pink eraser -looking nipple tips stand up in trembling excitement. Ooooh! This was naughty! Kimmy, stop yourself this instant, the girl thought. The hands dropped away. Bored and frustrated, Kim waited, sitting naked on the bed.
Life was about waiting. Without thinking, the girl did a self-inspection. The nails, painted glossy pink, were perfect- finely filed and about a half inch long. The toenails were likewise painted in the glossy pink. Was the long clean blonde hair tied in a ponytail? Yes, and not a stray hair poked from the bow. The underarms were as smooth as silk, the long pale legs shaven as close as possible, giving them a caressable glow
The bras especially. Kim dreamed of going to Hollywood sometime and visiting Frederick's Bra Museum some day. Wouldn't that be fun? Not that Kim had breasts that required most of Frederick's brassieres, that was for sure. Kim had small; no be honest Kimmy! very small breasts- 32AAs to be exact.
Oh, they were a heartbreakingly small pair, like a little girl's. But Kim was nineteen- the age where most girls had the breasts, they would live their lives with. Kim's hands caressed the bare breasts, making the pink eraser -looking nipple tips stand up in trembling excitement. Ooooh! This was naughty! Kimmy, stop yourself this instant, the girl thought. The hands dropped away. Bored and frustrated, Kim waited, sitting naked on the bed.
Life was about waiting. Without thinking, the girl did a self-inspection. The nails, painted glossy pink, were perfect- finely filed and about a half inch long. The toenails were likewise painted in the glossy pink. Was the long clean blonde hair tied in a ponytail? Yes, and not a stray hair poked from the bow. The underarms were as smooth as silk, the long pale legs shaven as close as possible, giving them a caressable glow