I saw you in a different light today as you walked through the village of Dulcet Green when for first time you were a dazzling light of femininity, not the normal little tomboy in the cargo pants and baggy T-shirt.
The usual beaten up old trainers had been replaced by four inch heels which shaped those normally concealed legs, whose black clad debut couldn’t fail to appeal.
The sheer black of your stocking sheathed limbs that disappeared beneath the tailored hem of a skirt that fitted your hitherto, unknown curves, accentuating glorious hips, shapely thighs and of course well rounded buttocks, and tucked into the tiniest of waistbands was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit your ample treasures, once well buried, and buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck, three buttons undone so that it gaped to show it contents to perfection.
