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The mirror in the dressing room reflected my appearance as I laughed and admired myself. My 18 years had been kind to me, granting me a beautiful face with high cheekbones and a smattering of freckles across my nose. Thick eyebrows framed my bright hazel eyes, which sparkled with amusement as I turned this way and that, taking in my reflection.
My body was another story altogether. My bust was my pride and joy - huge and full, it pushed against the fabric of my bra, threatening to spill out over the top at any moment. My nipples were perpetually erect, a constant reminder of my arousal even when I wasn't feeling particularly turned on. And then there were my thighs... thick and juicy, they looked like they belonged on someone much older than me.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I gazed at myself. At 18, most girls were still flat-chested and awkwardly gangly. But not me - I had been blessed with the kind of curves that made men drool. And I knew it, too. I loved being a woman, with all its attendant joys and privileges. As I turned to leave the dressing room, I caught sight of myself in the mirror one last time, and couldn't help but smile at my own reflection.
