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“Goodmorning sweety.” | “Goodmorning sweety.” | ||
| - | You groggily wake to | + | You groggily wake to Jane, the woman who adopted you, standing over you with a tray of pancakes and hash browns. “Happy birthday! Dale has already gone to work, but he will be home early today to make up for it. I’ll set these here while you get dressed.” She diligently sets your breakfast down on the cabinet next to your bed and steps out of the room. |
You thank her as she leaves and take a look around the room as you sit up and try wake up. Your bed is in the corner of your bedroom with only the aforementioned cabinet next to it. Across the room, directly in from of you, is a desk and a mirror attached to the wall. You do your homework, yes, sadly your tutors give you homework, and occasionally your make up there. Next to the desk, on your left, is the exit and on the wall to the left of that are your closet doors. The ground is all wood like that you’d see in an old farming home, but thankfully it does not creek. | You thank her as she leaves and take a look around the room as you sit up and try wake up. Your bed is in the corner of your bedroom with only the aforementioned cabinet next to it. Across the room, directly in from of you, is a desk and a mirror attached to the wall. You do your homework, yes, sadly your tutors give you homework, and occasionally your make up there. Next to the desk, on your left, is the exit and on the wall to the left of that are your closet doors. The ground is all wood like that you’d see in an old farming home, but thankfully it does not creek. | ||
Revision as of 07:55, 9 January 2018
... named Danielle. You are of average height for a caucasian female of your age with long blonde hair and dazzling hazel eyes. As far as breasts go, yours are about C cup and your rear is large enough as to where you’ve never received a complaint. You’re skinny, but in a good way and the not the anarexic concentration camp kind of way. You’re very attractive, but having been homeschooled, you’re still a virgin. Fun. No worries, though, you’re convinced that that’ll change soon. After all you finally turn 18 today. Good luck.
“Goodmorning sweety.”
You groggily wake to Jane, the woman who adopted you, standing over you with a tray of pancakes and hash browns. “Happy birthday! Dale has already gone to work, but he will be home early today to make up for it. I’ll set these here while you get dressed.” She diligently sets your breakfast down on the cabinet next to your bed and steps out of the room.
You thank her as she leaves and take a look around the room as you sit up and try wake up. Your bed is in the corner of your bedroom with only the aforementioned cabinet next to it. Across the room, directly in from of you, is a desk and a mirror attached to the wall. You do your homework, yes, sadly your tutors give you homework, and occasionally your make up there. Next to the desk, on your left, is the exit and on the wall to the left of that are your closet doors. The ground is all wood like that you’d see in an old farming home, but thankfully it does not creek. After looking around, you eat your food and take your half-naked arse across the room to take a look inside your closet. Most of your clothes are dirty, leaving only two outfits available:
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| Gender: | Female | |
| Godly Parent: | Unknown | Equipment:
Unknown |
