The first thing that flasehds across her mind and through the interstital space is a sly smirk on her lips, and a wry thought in her head. 

The Spirit's Good at this, ain't it? 

Instantly, all of the wrongness ahas flecked off floated out into the sky, giving so much spac as I arch out, chest thrusting out as I feel the anticipation of everything to come.

[Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Need to structure this and make it edittty and allll.]

The next thing I feel is a cool wind breeze through my hair, a relaxing wash of cool and calm spraying against my skin as I settle into this new moment. 

I can already taste that it’s a lovely day - it’s crisp and cool, with a bit of dew in the air, and a steady soft wind rustling through my hair, letting it cascade down along my shoulders, gossamer little stands reassuringly slipping against the skin of my shoulder. 

I breathe out, and swing my hands aside my frame, feeling the air and the new way that my body - settles, I suppose? There’s this - gloating sway to my hips that feels so sweet, and an extra languid looseness to the rolling of my hips that makes me fire. The balance feels so natural, with the way my hips spill out and my thighs spill down into legs that give me full extent of the tall girl experience without getting rid of one bit of hourglassed hottie feel. 

My toes wiggle with glee - little stubby tensions all gone, of course - and I lick my unchapped glossy lips and just taste them, and the cool fresh air. It tastes like - candy sticks and marashimo cherries and lemon and lime and everything fine. It’s… blissful, and bright, and surprisingly clean for how busy the taste ought to be. 

There’s even the bloody visor thingy from the pic ^^. I laugh, giddy and bright, voice feminine, commanding and silky and with the faintest hints of breathy, a hearty thing mingling with a gorgeously salty snicker, brushing pleasantly against my ear and so right.

I do a little happy dance, prancing in place and stimming my hands and wooooo~

Annnd yep I’ve been trying not to think about it but boobs. ^_^

They’re really natural on my frame, and firm and steady - I can  feel them tilt and slide so sweetly against the thin fabric of my shirt, sure, but there’s no - unbalancing, and it’s still so easy, to move like this.

My hands feel them out - they’re big bountiful, sure, with that perfect mix of tight and firm torpedo tits and supple squishable sublime softness… 

And yep I really decided to make them that sensitive… 

I duck and blush and grin despite myself. 

Last thing to check before I do the eyes on - what’s going on down there? 

And… Ahhh okay. My cock’s down there. It’s bigger, because of course, but not ridiculously so - feels like the same sort of handspan as when it was fully erect when… just this lil bit hard? Probably the appropriate shape stuff lets me do a few lil tricks with hypery stuff, but having a default like this seems about right, yeah. There’s maybe a bit more of a prominent bulge, but it just - doesn’t impede or press against my thighs, which was always such a pain. 

Cheat powers for the win, eh? 

Okay. This is real, and I’m being a total bashful dork right now. Eyes open, time to face the world, eh? 

The next thing I feel is a cool wind breeze through my hair, a relaxing wash of cool and calm spraying against my skin as I settle into this new moment. 

I can already taste that it’s a lovely day - it’s crisp and cool, with a bit of dew in the air, and a steady soft wind rustling through my hair, letting it cascade down along my shoulders, gossamer little stands reassuringly slipping against the skin of my shoulder. 

I breathe out, and swing my hands aside my frame, feeling the air and the new way that my body - settles, I suppose? There’s this - gloating sway to my hips that feels so sweet, and an extra languid looseness to the rolling of my hips that makes me fire. The balance feels so natural, with the way my hips spill out and my thighs spill down into legs that give me full extent of the tall girl experience without getting rid of one bit of hourglassed hottie feel. 

My toes wiggle with glee - little stubby tensions all gone, of course - and I lick my unchapped glossy lips and just taste them, and the cool fresh air. It tastes like - candy sticks and marashimo cherries and lemon and lime and everything fine. It’s… blissful, and bright, and surprisingly clean for how busy the taste ought to be. 

There’s even the bloody visor thingy from the pic ^^. I laugh, giddy and bright, voice feminine, commanding and silky and with the faintest hints of breathy, a hearty thing mingling with a gorgeously salty snicker, brushing pleasantly against my ear and so right.

I do a little happy dance, prancing in place and stimming my hands and wooooo~

Annnd yep I’ve been trying not to think about it but boobs. ^_^

They’re really natural on my frame, and firm and steady - I can  feel them tilt and slide so sweetly against the thin fabric of my shirt, sure, but there’s no - unbalancing, and it’s still so easy, to move like this.

My hands feel them out - they’re big bountiful, sure, with that perfect mix of tight and firm torpedo tits and supple squishable sublime softness… 

And yep I really decided to make them that sensitive… 

I duck and blush and grin despite myself. 

Last thing to check before I do the eyes on - what’s going on down there? 

And… Ahhh okay. My cock’s down there. It’s bigger, because of course, but not ridiculously so - feels like the same sort of handspan as when it was fully erect when… just this lil bit hard? Probably the appropriate shape stuff lets me do a few lil tricks with hypery stuff, but having a default like this seems about right, yeah. There’s maybe a bit more of a prominent bulge, but it just - doesn’t impede or press against my thighs, which was always such a pain. 

Cheat powers for the win, eh? 

Okay. This is real, and I’m being a total bashful dork right now. Eyes open, time to face the world, eh?