I’ve always had a thing for blondes.
I’ve been a brunette, everyone assumes I’m smarter that way. I’ve even been a sultry redhead, but I assume I’m wild and bold.
They aren’t wrong.
But I get the best treatment when I’m blonde. The best compliments, the glances linger longer, drinks are free, and suddenly everyone listens to every word I say.
It took time to shape my body. Diet, discipline… and a little creative help. Some tape, some padding, and a well-practiced tuck. I still remember the first time I wore a thong to the beach. That was a little victory I’ll always treasure.
Makeup is also part of my magic, too. Highlight, contour, finding the right tone. If you frame it just right, you can be anything…or anyone. With a new wig and a bit of overlining your lips, you can make eyes go exactly where you want them to go.
And the girls?
Well, they were a little gift. A very generous one.
I said I wanted subtle. He said I should go bigger. Now I love how they sit in a tight bra, how they move in a low-cut dress…and I especially love how they feel when someone gets their hands on them.
Honestly…I think I could go bigger.
I love this. This body. This life. The women I’ve become. I couldn’t go back if I tried. Sure, I can slip out of my silks and heels, wipe off my lipstick, and pull my hair back…but THAT would be the disguise now.This is who I am now, inside and out. Every version, every variant. All of them are me.
And I love that I get to choose.
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