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But, maybe then her short, frizzy mop of brown hair would look better on her at least? Valerie took the time every morning to remind herself of this one fact, even if it did little to comfort her anymore. Haha," she laughed dryly, "Whatever," she went back to the chat. And, a voice whispered at the back of her mind, if it was real then she wouldn't just be a plain jane anymore. What if she had tits like volleyballs, or an ass made to be worshipped, and legs that seemed to go on forever, or lips that made a pornstars' seem inadequate, or... Calm down, she told herself, but her subconscious pushed one last idea on her; what if Ashley went back to being her meek little sister? She returned her attention to her laptop and saw the ritual website still up, "Become what you always wanted to be," she read under her breath. Her last nightmare had been when she was 8 and her favourite teddy bear had disappeared. Nonetheless, she bolted upright with sweat clinging tight to her body, matting her hair and clothes to her skin.
Her pitiful social life had led to her having ample amounts of free time. I'll take a look through, BUT if I don't find anything interesting I'm not doing it. She couldn't resist cracking a wide smirk at the thought of everyone's jaw collectively dropping tomorrow. Her fantasy body conjured itself before her mind's eye once more, dancing and swaying hypnotically. Valerie panted heavily and turned on her bedside lamp.
Valerie stood at a petite 5'1'' with a naturally skinny frame. right back to lame," Valerie muttered as she systematically scrolled through and read each of the alleged rituals. Some were far too fantastical to be believed and others resembled those miracle penis growth ads. Despite her not uttering a single word, Valerie's door opened and a head peeked in with large, shifty eyes. Hell, Valerie reminisced, before she had curves Ashley had been the outcast and her darling older sister the hero riding in.
Her breasts were barely present on her chest, completely inconspicuous save for the ever so faint mounds contained in her training bra. Until she came towards the end of the page and paused. She didn't want to risk finding out that they were all men, or even one of them was a man. Megaguitarzord12 added and Xxdarkassassinx X666 echoed his sentiments. But then the younger sister grew to embody the ideal picture of T&A.
Androphobia has more than enough potential to ruin someone's life. You don't want me to look like a freeloader, do you? Ashley stood almost a whole foot taller than her at 5'10''.
Then Ashley uttered the two words that had spurred Valerie from her dream in the first place. "This is stupid," she mumbled, but pulled her laptop to rest atop her thighs and booted it up.Valerie let her head rest in her hand and stared out of the window. They just want to get laid and nothing else after all.She barely repulsed a shudder as her mind summoned the demonic images of men and their misdeeds. My friends are all going out and I don't want to be the only who doesn't pay their part.Frustration didn't begin to cover how this made her feel. She didn't need glasses, nor did she have any desire to bathe once a month to get the look down. "Bitch," Valerie spat and let herself flop down atop her pillows.Nor did she have any serious allergies, asthma or freckles. Awesome, there's one here that says it'll make me super smart. Her mind returned to her dream unbidden, images and scenes playing before her eyes. It wasn't simply strangers who stopped and gawked in awe, no, the cheerleaders from school were amongst them.
Valerie skulked into the English and sat at her desk overlooking the school grounds from the window, ignored by her peers as they chatted amongst themselves. Everyone had their cliques to go and hide their loneliness amongst those who shared their interests. Valerie clenched a fist beneath her desk in aggravation.