And there it was, the same skin and bones that Hilda had grown up with, while she wasn't too thin for the bones to be seen, it was easy to call the girl in the mirror thin. Hilda was actually quite proud of her figure, after all the time and exercise she put into it in order to make sure she remained trim and healthy. It wasn’t easy, especially with the environment that Hilda had to grow up in, with one of her friends being not the best example when it came to eating well and maintaining one’s figure…
Realizing that she didn’t have time for gazing at her figure in the mirror, Hilda shook her head and began to get dressed in her usual attire. A simple white t-shirt and black vest that were quite baggy on her perky chest and trim stomach. And then the denim shorts, while they did hug her hips and waist rather well, they were still baggy on her skinny legs.
It was kind of a bad trade off that Hilda had to admit to, while keeping thin, she didn’t develop much of a figure, but she was still cute enough and that’s what mattered to her. Her long locks of brown hair added to that effect, and as she did her hair through the cap she had chosen to wear, it just made her all the cuter.
KNOCK KNOCK!
Hilda’s eyes widened when she heard the door being knocked on a few times, making her jump slightly when she realized what time it was! “Coming! Coming!”
Running down stairs, Hilda immediately dashed towards the door (her mother was probably out shopping again for groceries) and opened it to see…
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