I glanced in the mirror, happy with my appearance. My brunette hair is tied up, but if I take out my hair pin it will fall around my breasts, which are round and perky, and not too close together. My face is sharp, but not pointy. I lean forward to look at my nose. It's small, like a button. Moving my bright blue eyes down, I look at my lips, full, soft, and naturally red. I practice pouting, I know men like that. My skin is the color of peaches.
I back away from the mirror to look at my whole body. I'm tall, but not too tall, so I won't intimidate men. My waist is thin, but I have wider hips. I have the perfect amount of thigh gap, and a little bit of junk in the trunk. My legs and arms are hairless and slim. I'm wearing a short, tight-fitting, red dress and black heels that I can run in, just in case anything goes wrong. My plan is set. This isn't my favorite form, but I've done my research. American men aren't into shape shifting demons, and if I'm gonna get revenge for my sisters, this is what I have to do. Besides, I'm hungry for some human flesh.
A/N: Jesus the beginning was so hard to write
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Short StoryA collection of short stories. Some are serious, some are not.
