Captioned Images Series: High School Girl Brochure

Created: 10/01/2023

The alarm woke Jordan Hess from a sound sleep. It was 6:15 in the morning and she had to get ready for her day.

“Five more minutes,” she muttered and then pressed the snooze button.

The five minutes passed way too quickly, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She pulled the blanket away from her and swiveled her legs toward the side of the bed. She sat up as her feet touched the ground. Dressed only in panties and a short nightie that barely reached her knees, Jordan trudged to the bathroom.

Her room was warm and the only other person living in her house was her mother, so she didn't have to put on a robe. Her eyes were barely opened when she found her way to the toilet. She reached under her nightie and pulled down her panties. Then she sat on the toilet and relaxed her muscles to pee. Once sitted, she closed her eyes again. Another few seconds of sleep.

She had to open her eyes a third time to reach over to the toilet tissue. She pulled about a foot worth of paper and tore it off. She wadded it in her hand and then cleaned herself off. She rubbed from front to back as she always had. She didn't even think about it.

There wasn't any reason to fight it, she had to get ready. The school bus would be here soon enough, and she had to be dressed and ready before it arrived. Jordan was seventeen years old and a senior at the high school.

She moved to the sink, she had to brush her teeth. She retrieved her toothbrush from the receptacle and then squeezed a little toothpaste on it. She didn't squeeze very much, a little bit would due her. It was more important to brush for a long time and not use a lot of toothpaste. Her teeth were white and healthy because of her brushing habits.

Returning to her room, she was mostly fully awake now. The next thing on the agenda was to find an outfit for the day to wear. She had to choose a pretty well-coordinated outfit. Jordan was a pretty and popular girl; she had a responsibility to look good. Everyone expects that from her, especially her friends. She expected them to do the same for her.

Jordan always selected her outfit before taking her shower. She could rush her shower if she had to but couldn't rush her clothing choices. Sometimes the choices were obvious, others it took longer to decide. Today, Jordan wanted to wear a dress. Wait, she was more specific than that, Jordan wanted to wear a skater dress.

Jordan selected a lace burgundy skater dress. The lace scalloped V-neck and lace short sleeves sit atop a banded waist and chiffon skirt. She mated it with a lacy bra. The bra cradled her nicely proportioned C-cup breasts.

“If I didn't wear panties, no one would know,” Jordan quipped to herself. She thought about the idea of going to school without wearing any panties, but she decided against it. It was a fun thought though.

She found bikini panties that matched her bra, and except for a necklace and some heeled shoes, her outfit was complete. She liked to wear heeled shoes as she was five foot six and liked to feel a bit taller.

Since her outfit was selected; Jordan had plenty of time for her shower. She stepped into the warm shower and washed herself thoroughly. She hadn't shaved her underarms or her legs, so she took care of those before exiting the shower.

The final chore in the bathroom was to put on her makeup. It was best to make up one's face before putting on clothes. No one wants to 'spill' makeup on their clothes by accident. She started with a primer. This was the base of her cosmetics. Then she did her eyes next eye shadow and liner. Foundation to keep her skin-tone even. She didn't need concealer; her skin was flawless today. Bronzer and blush for highlighting, mattifying powder to eliminate shine. Her face was almost done, just a few more touches, something for her eyebrows. Then lipstick for her lips.

Jordan paused before putting on the lipstick. Something looked wrong about her lips. They seemed thinner than they had been. They weren't as full. Was she imagining something? She must be. It didn't matter anyway; the proper application of lipstick and lip-liner hid any perceived problem.

She closed her eyes to put on some setting spray and her face was complete. She got dressed in her chosen outfit and then finally exited her room. She grabbed her schoolbooks and her purse as she left. Down to breakfast and then out to wait for the bus. Her morning routine was done.

Jordan sat down in the bus, but due to the limited seats couldn't sit next to her friend. Instead, she texted Monica from a couple of seats away. She didn't mind; Jordan didn't need to be sitting right next to Monica to communicate. Jordan's two thumbs used to be able to type text messages as fast as anyone, but today she had to type out her messages not as fast with her pointer finger.

At school, Jordan and Monica met up with their friend, Suzy. Both Monica and Suzy were stylishly dressed for the school day, although neither of them wore a dress like Jordan. They were in jeans with smart tops. They were joined by other girls and talked about this and that. Mostly about boys. Jordan fit right in.

At lunch, Jordan and her friends took a table together. Jordan ate her usual lunch of salad with balsamic vinegar. Suzy was already at the table when Jordan sat down. She had also bought a salad with a bottle of water. She was struggling with the cap on her water bottle. She couldn't get it open.

“Where is a guy when you need one?” Suzy quipped.

“Let me try to open it,” Jordan said.

“Sure, but it's on tight.”

“Whatever.”

Jordan gripped the bottle. She was going to try and twist it off, but before trying, she tapped the twist-top of the bottle on the table three times. Then she grasped it firmly and twisted with all her might. It took a second or two before the top gave. Jordan twisted it off.

“Ta-da,” Jordan announced. “That is my trick.”

“Thanks.”

She enjoyed lunch but was still a bit hungry after completing her meal. While picking at the remaining scraps of her salad, Jordan noticed her fingernails weren't up to snuff. Jordan might have damaged them while opening the water bottle. She knew she would have to have a manicure soon. She called the salon and set up an appointment after school. Jordan didn't know what happened, her manicures usually lasted for a few more days. But it wasn't any big deal, her manicurist could fit her right in. It was a good thing, today she didn't have cheer practice after school.

By the time of her nail appointment, Jordan's nails had become worse. Not only was the paint flaking off, but her nails weren't smooth ovals as they had been. The manicurist saw this right away. But as the professional she was, she didn't mention to Jordan about how she could let her nails go 'so long' without proper maintenance. Despite their awful condition, the manicurist didn't need any extra time, an Emory board worked wonders with misshapen nails in no time. Jordan left with nicely manicured nails in a light violet color.

Jordan had to rush home after the manicure. She had almost forgotten that she had a date with Ken. Ken was a well-built boy who was a year older than Jordan. He was the starting quarterback on the football team. Jordan didn't know much about football, but she enjoyed being the quarterback's girlfriend.

At home, she ran into her room and removed the casual dress she wore to school. She didn't have time to take another shower, but she didn't need to anyway. Jordan had decided to wear a one-shoulder lavender sequin cocktail evening dress that descended to her mid-thigh. She couldn't wear it with a conventional bra. So, she wore it with a waistline bustier which was front trimmed with lace and lightly padded with rounded cups. The combination made her breasts look even fuller than usual. It was in a nude color so as not to be seen under the dress. She matched it with lacey high-cut panties also in a nude hue. She completed the outfit with peep-toe pumps with three-and-a-half-inch heels and a matching purse. She made sure to include both pantyliners and condoms in her purse just in case she needed either of those things.

Ken picked Jordan up promptly. He wasn't dressed as elegantly as Jordan was, not that she cared. They greeted each other with a passionate kiss at the door.

“Mom, I'm leaving now,” Jordan yelled without letting Ken enter her house.

When Jordan got undressed later that night, she didn't notice that her bra was a cup size smaller than it had been before she went out on her date. It was still as snug as it had always been, as her breasts had also shrunk by the same amount. What she did notice was that her eyebrows were bushier and not as well managed as she liked.

“How could I forget that?” she thought to herself. But she was in a hurry to leave before her date. Ken didn't seem to mind though.

Jordan went to work on her eyebrows before she went to sleep that night. She spent almost half an hour tweezing her brows until they were back into a shape that she preferred.

The next morning went pretty much the same as the one before. Jordan took her shower and noticed that her legs weren't shaven.

“Didn't I shave yesterday?” she asked herself.

Jordan wasn't so sure. She didn't have a strict schedule when it came to shaving her legs or underarms. Regardless she looked over her legs again. She thought they looked more muscular than they should be. Was her workout doing it? She was fit. She needed to be for cheer. But she didn't know if she liked her legs to look like this. It looked in some ways masculine. Especially with the need for a shave. Jordan shaved her legs and then added moisturizer to make them appear smoother.

When getting dressed, Jordan decided to put a liner in her panties. She