The Perfect Life
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

It is what I have always wanted. I love being beautiful.
I was born ugly, you see. I was born deformed. I had a growth in my groin.
I could not wait to have it removed and have the body I always dreamed of – the body
that was the perfect shape, all the way down.

Proper diet and exercise is needed to be perfect.
If you want the perfect body and the perfect life, you need to follow the rules.
I do, but I still know how to enjoy myself, and I do.

My hands and feet a little large for my preference,
but I spend my time making them look pretty. I keep them smooth and soft with proper creams,
and I paint my nails

My nose and brow might be considered a little prominent, but I have not resorted to surgery.
Good makeup skills are essential, and a proper skin regime.
People don’t look at the details when they look at a beautiful woman.

I have good hair too, and I care for that too.
I love curls but I mean soft curls rather than stiff perms.
I have learned to do my own roller set, and I keep mr hair in curlers until I am ready to present myself
to the world. Then I brush out my curls so that they frame my
face with a perfect surround of bouncing shiny hair.
I love to laugh and throw my curls around so that they catch the light,
and maybe just push one back as it hangs over one eye, to catch the attention of some admiring man.

But let’s face it – what they are really interested in is these, my breasts.
I pride myself that they are home grown through years on hormones,
but I have used hormone creams and skin treatments to ensure that they are
just the right shape, and I think they are the perfect size for the woman I have become.
A good choice of bra is important too. It needs to be comfortable and containing,
but give those who stare the comfort of knowing there is more to come, if they get lucky with me.

A little eye makeup, some pink lipstick and hoop earrings. I think I am ready.
Time to brush and spray my hair and slip on my dress and shoes.

There is someone special tonight. I don’t think that I will bore him with my origin story.
It is a second date, but I think that I should try to have fun and find out exactly how serious he is.

It seems like I have the perfect life now that I am the woman I always wanted to be,
but the past comes back to haunt me every now and again.
If things go well, we will have sex and he will understand that I am a woman and I can give
him almost everything a man would want.

Almost. If he is serious, he should know what I cannot give him.
If he deserves to know, I will tell him, and that may be the end of it.

The problem is that I like him. I like him a lot, and I even know that after just two encounters.
That is the flaw in my perfect life.

The End
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© Maryanne Peters 2025