Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 8, 2013 8:25:33 GMT -5
Zilya was tired of staying inside. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and she had been awake since 6am, just milling about in her room, playing with her make set, still grateful that it hadn't been throw into the fire with her clothes. It wasn't much to work with but it was enough for now. Soon she would have her things delivered to her from her uncle in Russia and then dressing up would be fun again. She would have her dresses instead of baggy sweaters and jeans.
Linda had helped by giving her a few old clothes just to last until she got her own. They were all a little big but a couple from about twenty years ago were small enough to actually fit Zilya, like the short shorts that Linda had worn before gaining a couple of dress sizes. They were just the slightest bit loose but they fit quite well. The loose top went quite nicely with them and the heels, she was glad to still have those. It was hard to find heels in her size.. Zilya was thin and tall but she was still biologically male and her shoe size was average enough.. for a guy.
Having all her things in order, Zilya filled her bag with a couple of things and headed out. The blue bag was new. She had picked up the last time she was out in the town. Her father wouldn't speak to her or do anything for her but her uncle had sent her some money. He was the one family member she had that actually acted like a parent to her. It was enough for her to go into town, buy things and feel normal, at least for a couple of hours at a time.
Walking around the small town in short shorts and sunglasses got her a bit of attention but Zilya was used to it. She stood out here, being thin and tall and actually looking like a stereotypical model. It wasn't just her physique either. It was the way she walked and stood. It was in her posture and the way she held herself. She was graceful and every moment looked well practiced.
Her first stop was a small cafe. Zilya got herself a nice cup of mocha and headed down tot he town square, finding a nice bench to sit on. She sipped her drink and watched the people go about their business. She kept her sunglasses on, making it easier to people watch without getting to much attention despite her entire outfit screaming for it. She couldn't help it. It was in her nature to get noticed. It came so naturally to her now.
Linda had helped by giving her a few old clothes just to last until she got her own. They were all a little big but a couple from about twenty years ago were small enough to actually fit Zilya, like the short shorts that Linda had worn before gaining a couple of dress sizes. They were just the slightest bit loose but they fit quite well. The loose top went quite nicely with them and the heels, she was glad to still have those. It was hard to find heels in her size.. Zilya was thin and tall but she was still biologically male and her shoe size was average enough.. for a guy.
Having all her things in order, Zilya filled her bag with a couple of things and headed out. The blue bag was new. She had picked up the last time she was out in the town. Her father wouldn't speak to her or do anything for her but her uncle had sent her some money. He was the one family member she had that actually acted like a parent to her. It was enough for her to go into town, buy things and feel normal, at least for a couple of hours at a time.
Walking around the small town in short shorts and sunglasses got her a bit of attention but Zilya was used to it. She stood out here, being thin and tall and actually looking like a stereotypical model. It wasn't just her physique either. It was the way she walked and stood. It was in her posture and the way she held herself. She was graceful and every moment looked well practiced.
Her first stop was a small cafe. Zilya got herself a nice cup of mocha and headed down tot he town square, finding a nice bench to sit on. She sipped her drink and watched the people go about their business. She kept her sunglasses on, making it easier to people watch without getting to much attention despite her entire outfit screaming for it. She couldn't help it. It was in her nature to get noticed. It came so naturally to her now.
