Metamorphosis

Nobody is home. 3 pm on a Tuesday afternoon. Except a little girl on the floor of her bedroom making soft moans. As she touches herself, she thinks about physically loving the body she was given. This is her home and she will cherish it. She caresses her flower taking in all the wonderful sensations. She keeps projecting love onto and into her body. No longer did she see imperfection. Her eyes shut and she feels something growing inside her. Faster and faster her hands move like ocean waves until all that love spills out. Five times to be exact. Cheeks flushed, she smiles to herself. Her eyes open. No man was there. No man made her love herself. She got up off the floor no longer a little girl but a woman.