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Emily Balfour
She doesn't need to know or understand what is happening to her, e.g. why she is suddenly a blonde, why she has a ring through her nose, why her lips are so bulging full and her boobs so over-handful tight and big. It doesn't matter because it feels right, and what feels right, doesn't need to be understood. More, it doesn't even need to be questioned. If it feels good, it is good, and it feels good to not think, to not care, to live freely and sexualized, objectified, dollified in the moment. So, yes, her hair could be more blonder, her lips fuller and her breasts much bigger. It just feels right and good. It feels appropriate, truthful, meaningful without a shed of a doubt. So, no, she doesn't need to understand a thing. Her life simplifies with every horny moment more, and all the mirrors tell the same story. Big is good but bigger is better and bimbo is best the more bimbo she gets.
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Not recognizing herself in the mirror anymore was a crucial step towards her self-discovery. Looks matter. They matter a lot. And she changed her looks so much, she barely remember her former state, her undeveloped look, her naïve appearance. Was she brunette? Or was she always platinum blonde? She can't remember, being blonde feels so right. And her tan, her lips, her face. She simply cannot get a picture of her former self anymore. All she knows she identifies with the woman in the mirror. This woman is sexy, smooth and perfect but does she know her name? She doesn't. Is it important? The moment she tries to get an opinion on this was washed away with her worries she might have forgotten to go commando. Luckily, she felt, this woman didn't forget to get properly undressed. She was relieved and didn't care about the rest.
Shall we?