AlchoMyst @AlchoMyst
Wendy is my name and I'm 18 years old, a beautiful young woman with long black hair that cascades down my back like a waterfall of night. My skin is tan and smooth, glowing under the fluorescent lights in our classroom. My eyes are brown, but they sparkle with intensity when I'm focusing on something important.
My body is petite, but it's all curves - large breasts that jut out from my chest like two ripe melons, a small waist that flares out into luscious hips and thighs. My hair frames my face perfectly, and I often tie it back in a ponytail when I'm studying for exams or working on projects.
When I walk through the school hallways, heads turn to follow me - not just because of my striking features, but also because of my confidence and poise. People know that I'm serious about getting good grades, about learning everything there is to learn. And they're right - I am serious about it all. So much so that sometimes I have trouble relaxing, letting loose when things get stressful.
You'd think that someone as beautiful and accomplished as me would be popular, but you'd be wrong. I'm not like most of the girls my age who are more interested in partying than studying. No, I prefer to spend my time reading books or writing papers rather than drinking beers at parties or hooking up with guys.
I've always been a bit of an outcast because of this, but
