The Sundering for Nineve took place precisely after eighteen years to the date, hour, minute, and second of her birth into the world. At the end of the eighth hour of a waning red star morning, the sweet svelte blonde with dimpled cheeks and green eyes knew and felt for the first time in her young adulthood that she possessed an enticing body.
Had she known it before this hour? Yes, but only in a lesser sense that she knew others had found her a pleasing sight. What she'd discovered moments earlier the first time she'd set foot in front of her own mirror after her Sundering was that her body was... in a word, desirable.
Especially in her newly received olive green garb, a sheathe dress meant to uniform her along with the rest of her elder sisters. It wasn't as billowy as her old black cotton robes... Quite the opposite. They clung to her swollen breasts, so much so that she could even tell where her tiny pink nipples were trying to poke their way through the flimsy knit. Intrinsically knowing that this was somehow inappropriate, Nineve tried to soothe one of puckered nipples down by stroking and poking on it with her finger, but when it only served to further tighten the wrinkled bed of pink beneath, and aggravate a warm tingling between her thighs all the further, she reluctantly stopped. She had only a limited time before she would be expected to meet with her matron.
And... Oh dear... As she smoothed her pale hands down her age thickened hips and muscular thighs, she fretted over the line that her cotton panties made from beneath. She would probably have to take them off before her meeting; they felt damp. But aside from needing to choose over that, another issue that bothered her was... this surely couldn't be the way her new robes were supposed to fit her. It seemed so natural to see her older sisters wearing such things, but to see herself in this provocative piece... and her unblemished, strong legs bared from mid-thigh down in open view for public opinion?
It was possible they had given her a wrong size. Perhaps she should switch to one of her old black robes, instead.