Obsessing

I obsess over things far too much. Really. Far too often I find something I like and I go overboard.

Like the skirts thing. I really went too far. Sure, it was alright at the beginning, when I was just curious, but now... Now I'm fantasizing. Fantasizing I'm a really girly girl. Imagining I'm in a sailor fuku. Seeing myself posing for pictures.

Do you want to know what I see myself wishing myself to be? Tough shit, I'm telling you anyways.

My hair... Long, perhaps to my elbows, soft, shiny, smooth, straight, and purple.
My face... My jaw is more slender, my nose a little less pronounced... not much change here.
My body... Curves are actually curves, not blobby protrusions.
My legs... Slender, blending with my curves.

As for an outfit? Apparently my mind has a well-stocked wardrobe, it keeps changing. Most often, though, I'm wearing either a cute purple dress that goes down to mid-thigh or a cute blue sailor fuku (coming even shorter than the dress). Underneath, frilly purple bikini panties and matching bra.

I have a very cute ideal for myself. *kisses female mental self's cheek*

Tiny stuff that doesn't really matter cus no one reads it... but I suppose that's a good thing, it allows me to rant to other people, other people being just me.