<div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/power_puff_teen_girls_by_dartkok-2.jpg?t=1260521132)</div>"Mmm... huh...?" Blossom stirred in her sleep, the oh-so-familiar voice of her dad knocking gently on her door causing it. Usually she would be up and ready to go on a school day, but today seemed to be one of those off days. Sitting up from her bed, a chemistry textbook falls away from her chest and onto her sheet clad lap. The teenager frowns to herself, wondering when she had found the time to fall asleep when there was so much to learn and catch up on. Sometimes, she wished she could just book another Monday onto any given week just to find more time in the school week. Looking around the room to try and figure out what time it was, her answer came in the form of the professor rapping his knuckles on the doors of her sisters. 'School time,' she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Planting her feet on the ground was more of a task than anyone could ever anticipate. Her hunger for knowledge looked to overtake her desire for organization, with books on any number of subjects littered on the floor. Blossom's earlier frown had gotten a little deeper, if it was ever possible for her. With enough confidence in the carpet beneath her toes (and the wooden supports and floor underneath that!) the teen stood up straight. With the sheet fallen away, she was exposed to the world, only a pair of pink cotton panties and a matching teddy hiding her modesty. Having her own room did wonders for her self-esteem!<br/><br/>Not exactly wanting to deal with the mess, but wanting to get to her closet and vanity to get dressed for the day, Blossom thought she would put her gifts to use. In a trail of pink, the girl moved from one corner of the room to the next, grabbing a book or a utensil before moving to another corner. This went on for a whole minute until she was left standing right at the doors to her racks of clothing, with all of her reading material stacked neatly by the desk in her room. A smile crept on her face, happy to say that she could do good even for herself with her powers. Walking into her closet, Blossom stripped off her nightgown, folding it again neatly before putting it away, then grabbed some appropriate clothes for school! Following her old age motif of pink and red, the teenager slipped on a matching bra to her undies, then a white tank-top that was covered by a pink, deep v-cut blouse. It hid her now generous cleavage, but people still knew it was there! To keep her nethers modest, Blossom slipped into a pair of pink short-shorts, a white belt helping it stay on her hips. White socks with three pink stripes on the top covered her feet and rose up to just below her knee caps. Brown leather boots covered up her feet and calves just until the last stripe of her socks, leaving a bit of them exposed.<br/><br/>Pleased with her selection, Blossom quickly makes her way to her vanity to quickly straighten her hair. She eyed her trademark bow and heart shaped clip on the table, but decided against it. Boys really weren't interested in kiddy things like that anymore, right? Right. Instead, the teen just tied her hair back into a low, loose ponytail, then stood up to dash her way down to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Having grown up, the three sisters had more or less stopped doing things in unison. All of them, even Bubbles, had figued out that they were their own persons and all had different interests and needs. That didn't mean they were any less of sisters, or even friends; it only meant that they had to respect each other's space and how long it took each of them to get to breakfast! In a flash, Blossom went from her room to a chair at the kitchen table, her legs crossed and her hands clasped together neatly on the wooden furnishing. It took her a minute to process that Buttercup had managed to get here before her, though, in a much less... appropriate state of dress.<br/><br/>"Hey Professor!" Blossom said cheerfully, as warm and bright as ever. "Whatcha making? Please don't say it's liver."