OJS/Beginning

From Create Your Own Story

You are ████████. An everyday, average twenty-something woman. Your life is uneventful, your existence unexceptional. You loathe going to work, your lovelife offers no intrigue, and your apartment is a mess.

It's late in the evening, and your daily routine has reached the familiar point of 'laying in bed to watch movies on the phone'.

████████: "Ooow... My head hurts. This phone is killing me. Gotta get some sleep - I've got work tomorrow."

You finally depart with your phone. As if having unplugged a cord from your neck, you practically pass out from exhaustion.

A good night's sleep does wonders to your disposition. Maybe a bit too good, since it seems that the alarm hasn't gone off, and work started an hour ago. A mad rush to get dressed and fed ensues. Thankfully you at least prepared lunch beforehand, but breakfast will have to wait 'till another day.

As you're heading out the front door, you take a glance at the full body mirror on your wardrobe. You see to your surprise that:

(Note that this page intentionally leaves very much to the reader's imagination. There's nothing here about her race, appearance or subcultural stance. Just because she hates going to work doesn't mean that her working conditions are horrible or that her pay is meager. Just because her lovelife seems dull doesn't mean that she's not already drowning in suitors. Technically even her species isn't specified, so if you want her as a demon, catgirl or whatever, be my guest.)

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