Slip out of your nightwear and get a better look at yourself.
From Create Your Own Story
It occurs to you that ever since you finished blossoming into a woman, you've never actually taken the opportunity to look at yourself in full. Of course, you've seen yourself naked, plenty of times, but you've never actually looked at yourself. The body, especially the female the body, is a dangerous thing, or so the Gods teach. Lust is a terrible sin, and can ruin a life as quickly as it takes hold. You have always been taught this, and you know must tread carefully around these feelings of curiosity especially around your own body. But, it is YOUR body after all. You are yet unmarried and alone. You are the only one with a right to it.
With curiosity dancing on your mind and a twinge of excitement in your belly, your thumbs slip under the straps of the your nightdress. You pull them let them slide down over your shoulders, the silk cascading slowly down over your body until it comes to a stop at your hips. Your breathing increases as your eyes dart over your body. Your skin is a light olive colour, soft and almost totally clear aside from the occasional freckle or mole. The poorer among your people have much darker skin than you and tend to tan very quickly, but paler skin is a status symbol among the wealthy, particularly females.
Your chest heaves up and down, the sound of your quiet breathing filling the room. You find your hands instinctively moving to your breasts. You cover them at first, but soon move your hands to the side of them. Your breasts look very large against your small hands, and you know that you are more well endowed than the average woman your age. They seem to have stopped growing, and are soft and supple to the touch. You dig into them slightly with your fingers, causing a strange sensation to rise inside you. Your fingers slide along to one of your two small, dark nipples. It is hard to the touch, and the sensation makes your knees wobble for a split second. Your body is sensitive and this feeling is very unfamiliar to you.
Your eyes move to the rest of your body. Your midriff is without any real definition, and you even have a little bit of a belly. When you lift your arms, you can still see your ribs pressing through your skin. You have spent your entire life being waited on by others, and as such have never really developed much in the way of strength. Your body is curvaceous with a healthy-if-slightly-excessive amount of fat. This is nothing to be ashamed of. The men of the court view this body type as ideal for rearing children, which is, after all, your purpose.
Your hands move down to wear your dress has bundled up around your hips. You hesitate for a moment, breathing in and out a few times to steady yourself. You let your thumbs slip under the fabric, then you push down. Your eyes slam shut as you do so, and you hear your dress hit the ground. You open one eye and see yourself standing completely naked. Your other eye opens, and you breathe out for what feels like the first time in a minute. Tentatively, your eyes drift south, over your belly-button, past your lovely hips and down to your nethers. Between your thick, shapely thighs sits a furry patch of strawberry-red pubic hair. Shaving your pubes is something only women of the night do, or so your more lewd friends tell you. Regardless, some women of the court, married or otherwise, occasionally trim their bushes for the benefits of their husbands or their suitors. You, of course, have neither, so for you to shave would be nothing less than scandalous.
Your fingers are soon exploring your mound of hair, feeling and probing things, and your body responds in ways you never expected it to. You even dare to spread apart your labia and get a closer look, but your hand recoils in shock when you feel the growing wetness between your legs. Church teachings return to your mind, and you turn away from the mirror, covering your body with your hands even though no one can see you. You turn back around briefly and see yourself from the behind. Your ass is also near to perfection, with only the slightest hint of wrinkling or sagging after years of sitting on it. Two round globes form a voluptuous heart, in between which you can see just a flash of your hairy snatch. Your mouth nervously bits down on the tips of the fingers of one hand while another reaches back and spreads your cheeks. You see your moist cunt spread open with a wet squelch, and you catch a glimpse of your second, untouched hole, nestled between a sparse wood of hair.
"No, no..." You mouth quietly, snapping your eyes shut and quickly pulling on your nightdress again. You fan your blushing face and pace around for a few moments, attempting to calm yourself down. A part of you thinks you may have just sinned, but another part of you is sure you cannot be punished for curiosity. Either way, at least you will have something to pray about at grace.
