metamorphosis of narciss.us

(tale of two sisters)



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heads turned as she sashayed into the bar. her new chic bob, sophistication personified. his mates took a double take, as if to make sure she was really her. fox's initial doubts about a short do vanished in that instant. she was the belle of the ball.

morphine
eyes followed her fashionably late entrance into the ballroom. a paragon of purity and understated elegance in her white frock and sparkling tiara. they never knew she could clean up good. she was cinderella incarnate. her gals oohed and aahed with admiration. the men wanted to take her home, put her in a glass case and just gaze at her, the way they use to ogle at uber-cool senior girls when they were 13 and geeky. she was the belle of the ball.