Now, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt as if I were looking through a window at another girl, one who had just emerged from within. The tightening of my waist, the curve at my hips, the lift in my rear, and the soft lines now in my neck and shoulders made my heart race. I brought my hands slowly to my breasts, in awe of how they had filled and firmed. The excitement shot down to my thighs, and I moaned with pleasure.
"Not bad," Ava said, and I spun around my face reddening. She nodded. "Daddy's right. You're looking more and more like me every day now. No wonder my clothes fit you so well. For a moment, I thought I was looking at myself when I was your age."
"Really?" I asked, reaching for my bath towel.
"I wouldn't say it if it weren't so, Lorelei. I don't flatter." She sounded as if she wished she didn't have to say it. "Stop fishing for compliments, anyway. You're way past that need now, or should be."
