Soft dusty pink silk. Layers of thin smooth fabric around her body. She felt so beautiful, so delicate and so very feminine. So incredibly desirable. She entered the grand ball room which was filled with people talking and waiting. As she walked across the tiled floor in her porcelain shoes she looked at people’s faces whilst giving them a seductive, yet innocent smile. It took a few moments before she realised, but when she did she was horrified. It wasn’t desire she found in their eyes. No smiles or admiration. She found absolutely nothing. In just an instant she was a complete nobody. Suddenly she felt a strange sensation in her ankles and she found it hard to walk. Seconds later she fell dead on the floor.
Once there was a woman who was so concerned with her looks that she stretched her face with gaffer tape from one ear and behind the head towards the other ear. But she forgot to put her wig on so everybody laughed when she walked down the street.