Katie stared at herself in the mirror.
She was the only person in her bedroom, but she was never alone.
Before her, staring back, was a thing of organic-hideous form and peach-perfect figure. She looked at every part of herself. Her hard-worn-delicate feet, the slabs of her thin-muscled legs, her flabby-flat stomach, her strong-slender arms and her face. Her chubby-sleek face. She was a perfect juxtaposition.
The figure before her appeared to phase in and out, like a rippled portal to an alternate reality. Chunky-petite arse. Thick-slender neck. Flat-full chest.
She turned away, unable to find an iota of happiness in her visage.
On her neatly made bed lay her prized possessions.
A headband she had been given, black and studded with pink spikes.
Her black fishnet arm warmer, festooned with pink safety pins; another gift.
A number of different necklaces that perfectly accentuated her well-defined jawline.
Bracelets of black and pink, gummy, leather and rubber. They fit well around her slender wrist.
The deodorant was special too. It reminded her of herself. The sweet, innocent, intoxicating aroma that complemented her own natural radiance.
The thing she treasured most of all though, were her black high heels.
Katie had many shoes; heels of all differing types. Some were delicate, others were loud, and some looked like they belonged on a corner in Amsterdam. These though, were special. They were the first pair she had ever been given. She remembered the first time her slender feet slid in between the glossy black leather, her toes finding their place and her heel slipping in firmly.
They made her feel like she was meant to be. They completed her, confirmed her as a person and gave her all the power in the world. Whenever she wore them, she stood a little taller, walked a little prouder and smiled a little broader. They made her more feminine. Every part of her that didn’t fit melted away.
She put on the heels reverently, turning around and gliding toward the mirror.
Before her, staring back, was a thing of peach-perfect figure. She looked at every part of herself. Her delicate feet, her thin-muscled legs, her flat stomach, her slender arms and her face. Her sleek, beautiful, innocent face.
She was perfect.