Manpersonguy

[inf] The picture was of a positively nebbish-looking girl at the cusp of college age, her hair and chest seemingly competing over which could be more flat. Her school uniform hung off of her, her withdrawn posture making her seem even more thin. "That used t'be me," Charlene said, "'bout five or six years ago. 'course now..." She took a step back, holding her arms out as if to make a display of herself: Long hair tied back, wide hips cradled by tight jeans, and a tank top that managed to be both too large for what it was and a size too small for what it was holding. With a sly grin she added, "don't worry, lookin's free." "Would like t'say that I got the good genes and they just kicked in late, but it's all me." She made a sweeping gesture towards the open garage door, indicating the machinery and electronics in various states of assembly, with what looked like 1950's movie props on the shelves. "You're probably thinkin', 'you really made a ray gun that made your tits