I walked downstairs to the small closet. I found a pair of men's pants and a shirt hanging on a hook. I pulled them off the hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeves.
I looked in the mirror, seeing myself for the first time since I'd left the house.
My hair was frizzy and wild. It was a mess, but I didn't dare brush it. My skin was pale, but my eyes were bright and clear. I saw the changes in my body, too.
I had a slight glow in my eyes, which I could almost blame on the full moon influencing the child in me.
I felt a little self-conscious standing naked in front of the mirror, but I couldn't help but smile at my reflection.
I turned around slowly, looking at my backside. I was pretty sure that I hadn't lost weight, but maybe I was wrong.
My breasts were a little bigger than they used to be and were starting to develop more of a shape. They weren't as round as they were when I was younger, but they were definitely growing.
