Into The Woods part 2

I pace back and forth across my room. Surely he can’t know where I live. If I do this, it will be my choice. I sigh and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and touch up my makeup. Although I am naturally pretty, I still like to add eyeliner and mascara. Sometimes blush. I have pale, even, light skin. deep brown eyes (that vary between hazel and mahogany red-brown), a delicate centered nose, full pink rosy lips, thin eyebrows that compliment my face. I have a decent body as well. 34C breasts with a small ribcage and even slimmer waist. Full hips and legs that aren’t curvy or bony. My ass is round, but not huge. It is proportional for my figure. Looking up in the mirror I move my soft, dark auburn brown hair aside and look to see the angry red marks on the back of my neck. I think back to last night and close my eyes. I remember his smell, the deep resonating sound of his voice in my thoughts, the feeling of him on top of me… And it is decided. I will go. I walk back to my room and slip out of my clothes. I put on a black lace bra with matching lace underwear.  Then I pull on a pair of size 3 skinny jeans that are dark navy blue with faded bits. I look through my closet and pick out a loose, almost see through black tshirt and pull it on over my grey tank top. This is one of my favorite shirt combinations. The tank top is form fitting around my body, showing off my thin yet full figure, and the black shirt adds compliments to my skin. I look in the side mirror on my wall and bite my lip. I’m missing something.. I turn back to the closet and get out a thin grey scarf to match my tank then slip on my black vans. I spritz myself with a few sprays of perfume then turn and walk over to the back door. I take a deep breath and walk through onto the porch. I turn to close the door and step down into the grass. I breath through my nose and smile, fighting the urge to change. The woods aren’t as magical in this form. I sigh and walk into the trees, trying to follow my path from last night. As I go deeper into the woods I look around, feeling my heart beat pick up and my hair raise. He is near.. I can feel it. I just can’t see him yet. I step past a large tree and freeze. I see him, he is casually leaning against another tree. He has a black pair of jeans and a black flannel. I notice he is almost as light as I am, with pitch black hair that’s a few inches long and perfectly straight. I step closer and he looks up, smiling at me.