The Blossoming Dawn

Dawn woke up and dressed quickly putting on a little extra lip-gloss and her dangling hoop earrings, she tied her hair up in a high pony tail and looked at herself in the mirror wondering if she was beautiful—more specifically wondering if she was as beautiful as Buffy—or maybe more beautiful.

She sighed that wasn’t possible.

She grabbed her backpack and walked down the stairs, Buffy was there and smiled,

“Morning, here I made some pancakes for a change”, Dawn sat down and ate them quickly,

“Thanks” she stood up and walked towards the door, her backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Wait, you’re sure in a hurry to get to school. Something to do with that boy last night” Buffy said teasingly.

Dawn rolled her eyes, “I just want to get there early. I’ll see you later” she said and walked out into the crisp, sunshine.

She walked to school slowly and was glad she had been wearing a jacket, Buffy would of never let her leave in the top she was wearing.

She unzipped the jacket and revealed a low cut tank-top that showed off her full cleavage, even she was amazed how much she had grown in only a year. Her breasts were larger, her legs longer and she was quickly growing into the shape of a woman. She smiled to herself and walked on.

When she got to school and sat down in her homeroom she noticed boys were staring at her and she glowed inside, sort of glad to have their attention, but she pretended that she didn’t even notice.

The bell rang and she took her seat in front of Ben.

“You look really nice” he said and she smiled somewhat flirtatiously, “Thanks” she said flipping her hair back like she had seen other girls do.

They passed notes to one another all through class and then decided that Saturday at eight he would pick her up and they would go to the movies.

Dawn was so happy when she said good bye to him—happy that she was going to go on her first date. All through lunch and her following classes she daydreamed about what it would be like.

Finally the last bell rang and she hurried through the bustling halls. She couldn’t wait to get home and write about her day in her diary—it was cliché and sad, but she wrote everything in there.

She wrote everything down, her thoughts and the day’s events playing in her mind over and over.

She had a date—an actual date! She felt so happy that it seemed nothing could ruin it.

She yawned stretching her arms and closed her diary, putting it back in her chest of drawers and then she undressed, removing the top and skirt. She unhooked the pink lacy bra and her breasts popped out round and full, the nipples slightly hard from the coolness of her room, then she slid the matching pink lace panties down and stood nude fumbling through her dresser looking for her pajamas.

She did not see him there watching her from the shadows outside the window.