[PaularR]

She struggled to clear the sheet of white that the blinding flash had burned into her retina. She blinked several times, raised her hands and pressed her palms against her eyes to dull the searing light. After a few seconds she managed to open her eyes; blink, blink… nothing. Blink, a glimmer, light but cohesive, an image, something. Blink, she discerned large shapes, shades, hues. Blink, an outline, familiar, and a form, both appealing and familiar, stirring emotions and desires unrealised. Excitement coursed through her being, uncontrollably for no perceivable reason. The form felt right, reflected somehow. Her.

The image continued to develop like a print in a tray, clarifying, resolving. Detail sharpened; folds in the fabric, form, curves, proportions. Features revealed a longed for inner beauty, desired but always elusive. Narrow, rounded shoulders, sharp straight neckline. Slender upper arms, graceful, embracing. Thighs swelling to full, rounded buttocks and hips. A nipped waist seduced the eye. Desire, need, hunger drove emotions to overload as the image further revealed the most perfectly formed breasts, totally in proportion.