You walk out of the alley and back onto the street, proud of what you did. You stopped a mugging. Sure the girl was a bit strange, but there is no doubt in your mind you did the right thing. You saved the girl, just like the comic heroes you used to read about when you were younger. Every inch of you brims of confidence. You don't even mind the feminine looking bracelet on your hand. You tug on it a bit, but it's too tight. You'll have to soak your hand with oil when you get home.
"Hey." you say in a sly manner as you pass a decent looking woman walking towards you on the sidewalk. She can probably tell by your expression and body language that you're planning on hitting on her. She looks at you disgustedly.
"Whatever." you think.
As you cross the street, you walk towards a girl waiting for the lights to change. She's not as hot as the other two you passed, but you're feeling in the mood to celebrate.
"Hi." you say in your smooth ways.
"Hi." the girl replys nervously.
"I'm going to cut to the chase, I saw you from across the street and was stunned by your beauty. I wondered if you wanted to get dinner sometime."
"I'm flattered, but I don't do scissors." the girl says as the light changes and she crosses the street.
"What the hell does that mean?!" you think. You can feel your newly acquired confidence leaving you.
The pace of your walk has slowed. It's a 40 minute trip to your apartment by foot, and you're feeling tired for some reason.
"Hey good looking." a tall man says as he gets near you.
You look around before pointing towards yourself. "Me?" you ask.
"I own a club just down the street. I was wondering if you'd want to, inspect it, with me." he says.
"No thanks, I don't swing that way." you tell him.
"Seriously?" he asks.
You just walk away, your heart racing. You don't like it how your body is responding to the attention, and you want to get away from him before it gets really awkward.
Once the guy is out of sight, you slow down once again. You have no idea why you feel so tired.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the reflection of someone walking behind you in the window of a bakery.
You quickly turn around, only to find that there is no one there. Either she's really fast or your mind is playing tricks on you.
As you walk past a clothing store you see the same lady's reflection.
You casually turn around to see that there is no one behind you.
"What the hell?!" you think.
You look around once more to see her reflection still in the window. Is she on the other side?
You walk closer to the window as the woman in it grows bigger with each step. Her actions mirroring yours.
"Oh god!" you gasp with the revelation of her identity. A bracelet on her left hand shining off some unseen light.
She's wearing nylon stockings and two inch high heeled sandals. Her midriff is showing as her white top is tied on around her rather large breasts. Long red hair flows to her shoulders part of her face. Her rich, light skin makes you surprised that no freckles have formed on it. You can see her lashes curve up in a doe-like manner, as a soft pink lipstick graces her mouth. You touch your face to confirm your discovery and see that her nails have been painted a dark red.
"She's me." you quietly say as you look down at yourself and wondered why you didn't notice your voluptuous body before seeing it in the window.
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