Lizzie's mind still lingered on the physical statement. The thing that bothered her most, was it was true. Lizzie was small, petite and unendowed. She was still reasonable for her age but that didn't stop Lizzie from being bothered by it. Especially with some of the girls in her school being close to 6 feet tall with bras bigger then her head. It made her think of an incident that probably seemed perfectly innocent to the other party, but had haunted her to this day.
One day, in the change room at her dance studio, an older student, Claire, who was tall and shapely, but still skinny enough to make an excellent dancer, had come in even later then she, and it was just the two of them in the change room. Lizzie had brought a tank top to wear for the dance class, but had been wearing one when she came in as well. For the school day she had worn her zip up spring jacket as well, but it had been a hot day and she had left her jacket in her locker at school.
"Liz?" Claire had asked.
"Yeah Claire?" Lizzie had replied, not looking up, concentrating on tying up her pointe slippers.
"Can I say something and have you PROMISE not to get mad?"
Lizzie stopped tying her slippers at this point, and tilted her head, shaking her long blond hair out of the way as she did so.
"Yeah of course. Is it about the hip-hop routine the other day, cuz I was feeling a bit off so my performance was bad and-"
"No, your dancing is amazing. Ten times what I was able to do at your age. Its just uh..."
"What?"
"Well I dunno if at your age, and with your dancer's stature, if its a REALLY good idea to wear a tank top at school...Your still young, and with how little most of us eat well...at your age, I would've just been showing ribs, and most guys I talk to don't like their girls that skinny. Or at very least don't want to know their that skinny. I really hope you aren't taking this as an insult, your beautiful, I just think your a little petite is all. I gotta get out there though, just...that's just an opinion you can concider. Keep dancing though, your amazing!" And with that she smiled and hopped out.
As Lizzie looked at the computer screen, her cursor hovering over the "Physical" tab, she realized that she was tired of being skinny, and refused to be "Dwarfed sexually" for much longer. With the "Physical" traits in front of her again, the blush inducing height and weight and BMI, she hovered very briefly over weight a second time, but quickly panned through the embarrassing description to click the link to "S-Physical Traits". However, in her haste she accidentally clicked something else...
