I was a child when I first saw her.
Asleep in bed, my scrawny body bundled up in many thick blankets, I didn't notice anything until I felt a hauntingly cool breeze skim across the nape of my neck. As my eyes flickered open, the girlish bedroom came into view - the dolls house, the tea party set, and the big box of dress ups against the back wall. It took a minute before my eyes laid on the figure standing in front of it.
It was a woman, of course, with flowing blonde hair, golden skin, and devilishly dark eyes. She grinned as I stared at her, her teeth perfectly white. Well-sharpened incisors pressed gently against full red lips. Her full face was pretty and innocent, but those teeth gave me the chills.
Looking away from her face, I studied her body. She had a small amount of neck swallowed by fat that pushed up from her generous bosom. Her shoulders were broad but rounded with soft adipose that extended along her arms and down to sausage-like fingers. Those puffy hands rested on the