Trapped by Jeri Ellen

 Trapped by Jeri Ellen
Looking in the vanity mirror I wasn’t surprised to see a very pretty girl looking back at me. I was proud of the woman I had become. I was certain any woman would be jealous of the way I looked.
Holding my hands up in front of me I examined my long, glamorous pink fingernails before I picked up the tube of pink lipstick, removed the cover and turned up the base. Leaning forward I pushed the tube hard against my full lips and applied a generous coat of the bright pink makeup.
The doorbell rang so I stood up and slipped on my four-inch heel fuzzy toed slippers. I giggled at the sight of my ten pink toenails poking thru the end of the slippers. I secured my pink chiffon robe with the pink strings ending in pink fuzzy balls and walked to the front door of my apartment.
I felt like skipping but instead continued my walk in a slow, deliberate, mincing lady like fashion. The pink chiffon peignoir set felt good against my hair free girly skin just as walking in my high heel slippers gave me a womanly feeling. To say I felt almost delicious would be an understatement. At the front door I brushed my hair back with one hand and opened the door.

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