Lt Alex Storm - Man! I Feel Like a Woman

[Karen Morris]

((USS Artemis, Deck 4, Storm’s Quarters))

Alex looked down, planted her feet, and squeezed her eyes closed.  oO I don’t hate mirrors.  Nope, I don’t.  Nothing could be further from the truth. Oo  She opened her eyes and stared at herself for all of two seconds.

Storm:  Okay.  I do hate mirrors.

She turned away, but refused to lift her foot.  Pivoting on the balls of her feet, she faced the mirror once more.  Her eyes narrowed, and her chin tilted slightly to the side.

Storm:  Puffy eyes hidden as best as possible behind concealer - check.  Eyes properly lined - check.  Cheeks sparkling with a refractive soft blush - check.  And my lips can’t look pouty with persian pink lipstick ::She popped her lips loudly::  - check.  

The fuchsia pink wrap-around dress hit all the right places.  It hinted at cleavage, but refused to state it.  The hem hit her mid calf, but the slit, when it opened, hit mid-thigh, and the waist was cinched to a perfect fit.  

Storm:  With these three-inch high heels, I should be able to intimidate even a Klingon, maybe even a Naussican.  

Alex straightened herself up to her full height and said to mirror her…

Storm:  If I’m going to give people something to talk about, I’d rather it be this than anything else they could conjecture about my past three days.

With a PADD, a flounce, and a step, she made her way out of her quarters.

((Elysium - Main level, Deck 6, USS Artemis))

Alex strode into the one room that she had vacated on purpose when she first arrived on board.  Her head was up and her shoulders back. Conversations dipped. A few heads angled upward—some curious, a few appreciative, one or two suspicious. She kept walking.

Seeing Nat by herself, she glided over and put her hand gently on the back of a chair opposite Cole.

Storm:  Mind if I take a seat?

Cole:  Response

Alex gripped its back, and pulled it out. As a princess lowers her royal buttocks into a chair so that it’s barely touching, so did Alex.

Storm:  Thank you.  I had something I wanted to talk over with you, if you have a moment.

Cole: Response

Storm:  Oh.  No, actually I wanted to talk work, but ::Alex leaned in:: did you ever have one of those days where you desperately needed to dress up and feel like a woman?

Cole: Response

~*~

Tags / TBC

~*~

Lt Alex Storm

Tactical Officer

USS Artemis

O240103SK2