Mirror Images
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
961
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Mirror Images
First original story, please go easy on me!
Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! The sound of her alarm clock blaring into life, signaling to the young blonde wrapped in her cocoon of warm blankets that it was time to get up and greet the morning. Not that it was one of her favorite activities, mind you, she’d much rather sleep away the day under the comfort of her palace of warm fuzziness, blocking out the waking world.
Brring! Brrring! Brring! But no, sadly, it was not to be. She reached out from under the blankets, her pale fingers groping for the small, metallic noise maker that was so rudely interrupting her dreams. Having caught hold of said device, she promptly threw it to the floor, where its loud brrring would be heard no more.
She sat up from underneath the blankets, surfacing like a diver from the depths, and yawned loudly. Her first action was to pick up her cell phone, noting that she already had 3 missed calls. Our deep blanket diver groaned, flipping open her phone. Sure enough, they were all from the same person; mom.
‘Doesn’t she know I don’t wake up till 11, and then I have no motor skills till 12?’ she thought sardonically, walking towards the bathroom.
Shivering from the coldness of the tile floor against her bare feet, she stepped over to the mirror and frowned at herself in it. Her blonde hair was messed up and slightly frizzy from being slept on, sticking up in large bumps in the most random of places. Her pale skin looked a little more chalk white than usual, but she attributed that to the cold.
The only thing that didn’t make her want to buy a tube of self tanner and frizz control shampoo were her eyes. Granted, they looked exhausted, but they still somehow seemed to keep that vibrant sparkle everyone fell for. Most people didn’t think brown eyes were very exotic, but on her, they seemed to work. She grinned at herself in the mirror.
“Rachel, you sly minx, still as unattractive as ever!” She teased, sticking out her tongue at her mirror image and tilting her head to the side.
She quickly stripped down to her birthday suit, turning circles in front of the mirror and scrutinizing herself.
‘It could be a lot worse. I could be a fat whore, instead of just fat.’And she definately wasn't bad to look at. Her rounded hips gave her a decent shape, and it helped that she had a decent ass and rather large chest.Overall, you could have definately done a hell of a lot worse.
Rachel turned the nozzles of the shower, making the water just the right temperature before stepping in, letting out a loud sigh. The warm water was doing its job on her, loosening the tense muscles and relaxing her.
It took her a half an hour to force herself from the inviting warmth of the shower. As soon as her feet hit the cold floor again, she dashed for her room, the towel wrapped around her body slipping and sliding as she tried to hold it up and pry the door to her room open.
Finally managing to open it while still keeping her dignity covered, she strode in, immediately dropping the towel but immediately regretting it afterwards, letting out a loud, girlish scream as she saw her almost identical male twin laying across her bed, his most likely brown eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.
Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! The sound of her alarm clock blaring into life, signaling to the young blonde wrapped in her cocoon of warm blankets that it was time to get up and greet the morning. Not that it was one of her favorite activities, mind you, she’d much rather sleep away the day under the comfort of her palace of warm fuzziness, blocking out the waking world.
Brring! Brrring! Brring! But no, sadly, it was not to be. She reached out from under the blankets, her pale fingers groping for the small, metallic noise maker that was so rudely interrupting her dreams. Having caught hold of said device, she promptly threw it to the floor, where its loud brrring would be heard no more.
She sat up from underneath the blankets, surfacing like a diver from the depths, and yawned loudly. Her first action was to pick up her cell phone, noting that she already had 3 missed calls. Our deep blanket diver groaned, flipping open her phone. Sure enough, they were all from the same person; mom.
‘Doesn’t she know I don’t wake up till 11, and then I have no motor skills till 12?’ she thought sardonically, walking towards the bathroom.
Shivering from the coldness of the tile floor against her bare feet, she stepped over to the mirror and frowned at herself in it. Her blonde hair was messed up and slightly frizzy from being slept on, sticking up in large bumps in the most random of places. Her pale skin looked a little more chalk white than usual, but she attributed that to the cold.
The only thing that didn’t make her want to buy a tube of self tanner and frizz control shampoo were her eyes. Granted, they looked exhausted, but they still somehow seemed to keep that vibrant sparkle everyone fell for. Most people didn’t think brown eyes were very exotic, but on her, they seemed to work. She grinned at herself in the mirror.
“Rachel, you sly minx, still as unattractive as ever!” She teased, sticking out her tongue at her mirror image and tilting her head to the side.
She quickly stripped down to her birthday suit, turning circles in front of the mirror and scrutinizing herself.
‘It could be a lot worse. I could be a fat whore, instead of just fat.’And she definately wasn't bad to look at. Her rounded hips gave her a decent shape, and it helped that she had a decent ass and rather large chest.Overall, you could have definately done a hell of a lot worse.
Rachel turned the nozzles of the shower, making the water just the right temperature before stepping in, letting out a loud sigh. The warm water was doing its job on her, loosening the tense muscles and relaxing her.
It took her a half an hour to force herself from the inviting warmth of the shower. As soon as her feet hit the cold floor again, she dashed for her room, the towel wrapped around her body slipping and sliding as she tried to hold it up and pry the door to her room open.
Finally managing to open it while still keeping her dignity covered, she strode in, immediately dropping the towel but immediately regretting it afterwards, letting out a loud, girlish scream as she saw her almost identical male twin laying across her bed, his most likely brown eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.