I knew I should not be doing this at work. Using my other hand, I slowly unbuttoned my white blouse and fingered the lace around the top of my bra bef...re forcing my hand further inside, to feel my soft, swollen breasts under the material. I moved two fingers across my nipple and started to feel excited at how erect they felt. It felt so good to touch between my fingers and slowly massage. I started to push my head back and let my long brown hair fall towards the desk as I moved my hand over. I guess I was looking quite good that night. Just a shade over six foot tall, I stood looking slightly down at her 5'6" frame. Battered Converse shoes and grey jeans complemented the worn green Thunderbirds shirt I had on. A sheepish smile crept across my face, with its square jaw and thick framed glasses set below a tousled head of auburn hair. She stood closer to me and ran her hands over my broad shoulders, tracing a line down my torso to hook her fingers in the waistband of my jeans. She. ”“What’s the use? It’s all spoiled now – every time I see him, I’ll imagine him in bed with you.” I felt fresh tears run down my cheeks. “Am I really so unattractive?”Mom leaned forward and put her arms around me.“You’re a beautiful girl, Johanna,” she said, kissing me on the lips.“But only my mom thinks so,” I retorted. “Wes Collins, the boy who took my virginity, told me that you were sexier than me. Then last semester, Sabine wanted you. Now Rudolf would rather sleep with you than me. It. Never mind that most teens had acne, or that the yearsaffected woman's skin too. Men didn't like seeing wrinkled women wholooked their real age. The female hormones I took did help me havesmoother skin, but not quite as nice as I would have liked.To improve my looks, I had tried all the creams, pills, and secretingredients I could afford to fight off the effects of my aging, but whatI needed was a face lift, or at least some tightening around my eyes andmouth. I had splurged once on some dermal.