Six months later...
She stares into the mirror, taking stock of what she sees in the reflection. A little taller than average for a woman, but not as tall as she would have preferred. The body wasn't slender, but built well. Muscles were toned and sleek, not bulky or over done, still retaining femininity with its athleticism
The hands were a disappointment. Nails uneven and obviously clipped down without much attention or care. Some of the ends were peeling and snagging. Though not calloused the palms weren't as soft as they could be. She stretched out the fingers wide and could feel the tightness of dry skin.
The hair was long, but not as long as she would like. It could be fixed with time, of course. And the face was decent enough. A step above pretty. Lovely, or striking would be the best description. No, lovely without make up, striking with, if they eyes were properly highlighted. They were interesting eyes, a little exotic looking, but not overly so. Just a little turn up at the edges.
The nose was different, small and turned up just a little. Perky was the word to categorize it. The lips, full well shaped, attractive. When talking the attention would likely go between the eyes and the mouth, the best features by far. Cheek bones were high. The skin was in decent condition, but could use a little more maintenance. Coloring was pale olive, with likeliness to tan some in the sunlight.
She touches the skin of the chest and lightly explores the heavy curves of the breasts. Larger than she was used to, but the body was built to support the weight. Flat abdomen followed below, not ridiculously defined but slender. Hips flared out tapering into sleek thighs. The calves had the best definition on the whole, a good runner's body..
She looks at the clothes she had chosen. The best of what little there was. Denim pants, a soft cotton t-shirt black in color. Under clothes, and a pair of leather, low heeled boots. It was the best she could do for now.
She dressed, and then took the hair out of it's pony tail. The scalp ached from the hair being pull too tight for too long. She took the brush and counted one hundred strokes. When she was finished the brunette hair was glossy and soft. She set the brush down.
"Time to go."