<div class="floatleft">(http://i6.imgchili.net/44935/44935045_img_014.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Elisabeth "Betty" Wyskovicz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=204541.msg10022929#msg10022929)<br/><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Time of Day: </strong>morning before class<br/><strong>Doing: </strong>morning routine<br/><strong>Attention of: </strong>open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Betty woke early this morning. 13 minutes before the alarm she had set for herself - she could tell she was nervous. Gracefully she swung her long legs off her bed and slipped her feet into the soft slippers standing at exactly the spot where her feet came down. She knew that nobody would see this little morning choreography that she enjoyed so much... but that didn't matter.<br/><br/>She rose off her bed seemingly effortlessly and did a little spin and seized the slightly flaring baby doll nightie she'd been sleeping in at the hem to pull it over her head in one smooth motion. The cool morning air in her room streaming from the open window made her nipples stand out and her whole body breath. Betty loved being naked - when being alone. She discarded her panties quickly and then went about to fold her sleeping attire neatly to lay on top of her precisely made up bed.<br/><br/>Her morning routine was a perfect choreography of exactly the same steps she always took... she just had to rearrange some of the steps between room and bath because her dorm room was so much smaller than the house of her parents.<em>Oh, there's room for improvement for sure,</em>she thought as her hand came down three inches left of her hairbrush. As she stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered, scented, with very natural make-up applied and her hair brushed neatly, she moved over to her dresser and with exact precision put on the clothes she had laid out for herself the day before.<br/><br/>Betty had arrived the day before rather early and found her new dorm room exactly how she had expected it. Sparsely furnished, empty and with a thin film of dust. So she had taken pretty much all day yesterday to clean her room into a spotless, dustless chamber of beauty that she felt so much more comfortable in. She wasn't afraid of getting dirty, but it somehow made her feel better that she could just put stuff anywhere without worrying it getting grey spots from dust. Yes, some might call that anal retentive, but she just liked things perfect. The other advantage of a whole day of cleaning her room had been that she didn't have to talk to people while in her room - a thought that almost always made her uncomfortable.<br/><br/>She checked herself in the mirror: She was wearing a skin tight, lime colored sleeveless bodysuit that showed a nice bit of cleavage and was cut in the back to about an inch above the bra strap. The seamless bra and panties set underneath did it's job well and she grinned slightly as she thought of guys looking at her and wondering if she actually wore underwear. She had fixed a soft, white skirt around her hip that ended three inches above her knee... not wanting to show off too much of her long legs, but not really inclined to hiding them either. To top off the school girl image she wore white ankle socks and flat black shoes. As she surveyed herself in the mirror she did another quick spin that sent her skirt flying straight out. She decided against putting on the white blouse she had put out yesterday, as the day promised to get warm and sunny.<br/><br/>Set like this she made off to the cafeteria to grab some fruit and a juice before heading off to her first class - English literature.<br/><br/>Betty had never been ashamed of her body and liked showing it, which had gotten her a few reprimands at her old high school for "being too distracting to fellow students." Here at RLHS she realized that she wasn't the only one liking to wear short skirts or body tight outfits. She smiled.<em>I'm going to like it here,</em>she thought to herself as she was standing in line to get her breakfast.