...a very beautiful woman dressed in a medieval peasant dress. She is me? Damn that Timmy! The woman in the mirror was gorgeous. Her long, raven curls reached to the top of her bum. She had high cheekbones, full, pouty lips, big, blues eyes with long eyelashes, a small, turned up nose, and a long, graceful, swanlike neck. The peasant dress was off the shoulder and very low cut. She was displaying quite a bit of cleavage. The dress had a built in corsett that highlighted her hourglass shape. The dress went almost to the floor but it had a slit up one side that exposed her smooth, athletic legs underneath. She was wearing lace up boots with a 3" heel.
As my eyes were taking all this in, I could also feel my new body. I could feel the foreign weight on my chest, the constriction of the corsett, the emptiness between my legs...
I could taste the lipstick and smell my perfume.
I also could feel the dagger strapped to my left inner thigh.
Well, I've got about one day in this world to explore. Where to first?
