The morning, next day.
I woke up, feeling all relaxed. I looked beside me, but mother had already gone.
I got down from the bed, still naked because we continued our sessions even after that.
I stretched my body. My bones cracked with that.
I looked at the mirror, my hairs were all messy, but u still looked good.
I indeed had good genetics.
I then walked inside the bathroom and took the bath. It indeed became a habit of mine.
After the quick shower, I dried up and walked out to the room again.
I then wore the dress that mother had picked for me.
They were a close fit. I looked at myself again, and damn it have to say, I do look great.
[Peak narcissism.]
Zixane commented, but i didn't mind it at all. Even if she calls me a narcissist, she can't call me a liar, cause that's the truth.
After admiring myself for a while, I decided to go down.
I walked out of the room, down the stairs and reached the hall.