Stereotypes of Fictional Women Written by Men

Part 1: Paris

Paris was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her long, lustrous blonde hair flew with the wind, and it was natural, unlike the pick-me girls who had to go to a salon to get their bottle blonde hair done. It was naturally platinum. She was no taller than 5'0, with her shoe size being a 4 in women's, and had the smallest hands you could possibly imagine. So delicate. Hands that could barely hold a small pebble. She was a natural beauty, with no acne or blemishes that would EVER appear on her skin. Her skin was naturally tan, unlike those pick me bitches who had to go to a drugstore and get fake tan that would eventually turn them orange. She had a natural blush on her dainty, petite face, with no need for Rare Beauty blush, ever. Her blue doe-eyed orbs shone in the sunlight, making them pop against her blonde hair and tan skin, and her eyelashes were so long, even boys and men were jealous. Her nose was the most beautiful shape ever, the shape being a PERFECT mix of upturned, button and snub. She never needed contour or highlighter on her skin, as the sun would just hit it at the perfect angle every single time she went out. Paris never needed to gloss her lips. They were just naturally rosy, plump, and glossy, and she never needed lip gloss or lip oil on her lips. She was unlike the other girls, those who used lip fillers and ended up looking like ducks. The only thing she ever put on her skin was Aquaphor and sunscreen. She never needed makeup, as her natural tan would complement her heart-shaped face, and she didn't have ANY body hair, at all, except for the hair on her head. Paris had the most beautiful curves ever, highlighting all the right places, at all times. She was a natural beauty. She was sparkling the sea, and the boys wanted to ride her like a boat. She gave the best head ever, and she would never curse, unless she was being fucked or laid. Her hourglass shaped figure was a total work of art, and she was skinny, yet so curvy at the same time. Her legs were thin and toned with the perfect amount of tan, unlike the pick me girls who used so much tan, they turned into the annoying orange Barbie who could NEVER impress Ken.
Paris had the perfect bikini body, so perfect, and other women and girls were deeply envious of her. Yet, she wasn't like the other girls. The other girls were too preppy, too emo, to manly. Paris, on the other hand, was coquette. You could tell that by the way she dressed. Her ass was the best feature of her lower body, and would fill out booty shorts and tight skinny jeans, IF she ever wore them. Paris left much to the male imagination. Instead, she wore modest womanly clothes, like skirts, dresses and body suits. Her boobs, the perfect 28DD, were naturally perky, and she never needed a push up bra to accentuate them, unlike the other girls, who were either too flat-chested, or wore push up bras, or the ones who got boob jobs.
She was 16.