(Originally written by: eatsleeprepeat)
You take a long exhale of cigarette smoke, twirling it between your feminine hands with long, unpainted fingernails. You would not have to worry about so much, finishing school, landing your first job, and getting married. Tatyana Novanovich already did these things, and now that you are her you did these things. There's nothing that can disprove that you aren't Mrs. Tatyana Novanovich.
You take another drag and notice the large, brilliant diamond on your right hand. Your wedding ring. Perhaps it is wrong, but there is something incredibly erotic and seemingly right about this. You look down at your anatomy, your large breasts barely being concealed by a black, lacy bra under your white button up shirt. Your long, muscular legs being encased in a black skirt, your black high heels and pantyhose completing the picture. And what a picture it is, as you hear the click clack down the hallway as your visit the ladies restroom. Your brilliant hazel eyes, plump limps, and dark brown hair being held in a bun. You take off your dark rimmed glasses and look at your reflection for a moment http://www.pwpix.net/superstars/b/brooke... What do you do?
