I walk to the mirror, and yes, I am the blond hooker. I am a girl with maybe 20 years, with a messy hair, a beautiful face that looks at the same time... innocent and sexy. I have childish dark brown eyes, a tiny and very delicate nose and a big ?Angelina Jolie? style mouth. My eyebrows are black, so my hair should be painted. I have thin and weaky arms that end in really tiny doll hands, looking at hers; I saw child hands, except for the big shining red nails. My tits seems smaller when I look in. "I heard that." It was late in the afternoon by the time a lake was located and they quickly set up camp. Gabrielle took out a long slim knife and drew it quickly over a sharpening stone while Xena disrobed, her leather gear hitting the ground in puffs of dirt. In her saddle bag Gabrielle produced a bar of soap and tossed it to the naked Xena, pointing her knife in the direction of the lake. "You don't smell like a bed of roses yourself, Gabrielle," called Xena as she began to wade slowly. It came as a shock to Marti though, when she realized that her attitude wasn’t having the desired effect on this man – this bartender hadn’t walked away. She was giving the man her best dismissive attitude. Other people went away when she ignored them. Why was he still standing there? When the bartender suddenly flipped the chair beside her booth around and straddled it, Marti’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head. From the view she had with her eyes lowered, she had a clear. As Harry’s skinned stopped crawling because of his increased height, he began to notice certain differences that came across his fellow students… namely the girls at the table.Checking out Ginny first, Harry took a moment to appreciate her toned, 18 year old figure. Her legs were longer, her breasts were fuller, and she looked very seductive in her now slightly tighter clothes. She also gained a slight tan, losing her pale-ghostly skin.Hermione lost the remainder of her bushy hair – it was now.