My entire body was always smooth and soft. I never really had to shave my legs or anything as most of my body was hair free naturally. My breast size ...s about 36 C cup. My bosom is soft milky white while my nipples are light pink. My brunette hair normally hangs a little below my shoulders. It was a sunny, beautiful Saturday morning out in the park. The breeze was blowing cool while the birds chirped away in the trees. Strolling through the park sipping my morning cup of coffee with my book in. On opening it, he found four access cards and chips. He picked up the scanner, inserted a chip into one slot, removed a Naval POR chip from his sleeve tab pocket, inserted that into the other slot, ran the access card until the stop in its slot, put the scanner to his eyes and identified himself as "Hugh Victor Avers". The green lit between the chip slots and he passed the scanner to McCock who looked bemused"You'll need to authenticate, sir" Hugh said gently. McCock, startled, took the scanner. I retreat from the window and go back to my full length mirror. Myreflection is pleasing but the niggling doubt is always there in the backof my head. I do look pretty; I know I do but I cannot summon the courageto leave my safe haven.With a strong resolve I march over to the coat hanger and put on myraincoat. It feels like a shield against the world when I decide to leavemy sanctuary.I confront the door leading out of my domain and into the big wideyonder. The door is too intimidating and I am. Your friends are always teasing you about having a hot mom, and you can objectively see that she’s attractive, although you try not to follow that line of reasoning too much – she works as a catalogue model, but you’ve never taken much interest in that, and have steadfastly refused to tell your friends which ones she models for.“Hey mom,” you say. “What’s up?”“Hey sweetie, you sleep well?” She asks, brightly. This typically means she needs your help with something.“What do you need?” you.