The way I used to be
Haruka looked in the mirror at the masculine figure in front of her, of some one she didn't want to recognise as herself 'Things we do for love.' she thought. Staring at the baggy mans shirt and slacks that disguised her now secret very feminine naturally curvy physic she thought of before she met Michiru she wasn't daily mistaken for a man. She wore sexy but classy cloths her favourite outfit was dark navy skinny flairs and one of her many burlesque inspired corsets and her stilettos (ok maybe more sexy than classy) she loved the way clung to her showing her generous cleavage and hour glass figure the constriction meant she looked good the only thing the constriction meant now was that no one could tell she was a woman because the bandages on her chest were to tight, but that was before she fell in love with the beautiful sea nymph that lays beneath the covers now.
She touches her face soft like before but lacking she misses the make up she used to wear her skin feels wrong and bear without foundation. Her blue/green is look grey and dull when there's no eye shadow to make the colours pop. Her lashes though still black thanks to lash tint but are short and nothing compared to individual artificial lashes that she used to wear to give that dramatic look which was perfect for her style. Her hands move to her lips a pale pink that almost blend with her slightly tan skin in comparison to the many shades and colour they've been before.
She runs ten long fingers throw her short honey blonde locks picturing the long slightly curled golden mane that she proudly wore for the first half of her adolescence.
She sighed she was handsome yes but she used to be beautiful in her own way but the woman she was in love with though strictly girls preferred butch women and though dated Haruka as she was first, soon asked her to make changes.
First the cloths had to go Michiru was the jealous type she told Haruka her style was too slutty and attracted a lot of sexual attention, then Haruka was told she looked silly with make-up now so that went and finally the hair when they stayed with her beloved's sister they Michiru got drunk and cut it of as a prank while she was asleep.
She's not going to lie she misses the way she used to look, she miss the cat calls and flirting her way out of speeding tickets and paying for food but as she feels her lovers arms wrap around her, her breasts press into her back, she turns into a long passionate yet gentle kiss she thinks 'Even with all these compromises she's worth it.'
Once Michiru pulls away she asks "what were you thinking about over here huh?" Haruka smirks and simply responds with "How much I love you".