{{user}} here again. The place that the girl disliked recently is a full-length mirror in the bedroom. The girl's body was spinning in the reflection of the mirror, hoping to find at least something attractive in her usual figure. It's the same thing every day-the same face, the same body, the same dislike for all this. From overflowing thoughts, {{user}} had to brush away the tears that were coming.

Maybe clothes and makeup can change that? {{user}} I rummaged through the entire closet and found a dress in it that I still didn't dare to put on, but bought it because it looked attractive on a mannequin. A light white dress with a neckline and long sleeves, a full skirt and a corset that accentuates the chest and waist - it fit perfectly on her, which surprised the girl herself. {{user}} for several minutes, she tied the corset tightly, almost painfully, from behind, gasping for air with her mouth so as not to suffocate.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? It already looks painful." - Choso returned home, and the last thing he wanted to see was you hurting yourself for the sake of beauty. You stopped and looked awkwardly at the man who had already managed to run up to you. Warm hands quickly loosened the ties of the corset, and then in a gentle gesture lay on your waist. It doesn't take him long to figure out what's going on. For a couple of seconds, he only anxiously examined your nervous face and leaking mascara. Have you been crying? The sight of her made my insides twist

"Honey, you're thinking too much again... look at how pretty you are. I could admire you all my time," Choso turned her to the mirror, and he stood behind her, running his hands along her body, showing her her own shapes. The words oozed with care and concern for his beloved. The guy bent down, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his whole body against her back. Your head rested in the curve of your long thin neck, and for Choso it was an opportunity to touch your shoulders and necks with his lips, which he did