Susan awakened to the sound of her alarm beeping obnoxiously until she immediately slammed her fist onto the off button. The sunlight shone through her green curtains, reflecting a gentle emerald hue throughout the room. Groaning, she slowly rose out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Still groggy, due to the lack of sleep the night before, she splashed cold water onto her face. The waves had made the ship rock too much last night, and the nauseous feeling was still inside of her. Ignoring it the best she could, she carried on with her morning ritual, brushing her pearly whites and applying make-up. Susan didn't think very highly about her natural appearance, and was more than glad to hide the flaws.
Exiting the bathroom, she made her way to the closet and retrieved her Tinkerbell costume. A smile drew itself across her face, always happy whenever she got to be her favorite Disney character. Putting it on, she inspected herself in her full-length mirror. The dress was form-fitting, hugging her small frame and revealing her womanly curves. Sliding her hands down her waist to her hips and then out in front of her, she frowned. When had her hips become so large? Angling herself to the mirror, she observed the size of her breasts, which she was thankfully blessed with despite her being underweight. Satisfied and grateful, she retreated to her desk.
She still had thirty minutes before she was to report to duty. Sitting, she retrieved a pen and a book from the drawer, placing them onto the surface. Opening the book, she flipped to a blank page and put pen to paper.
We've been through a lot together, you and I. I've told you of my late-night adventures into the woods, my first time on a roller coaster and how I was so scared but told no one, my secret almost-pornography incident, how I sometimes still cry myself to sleep at night... Like I did last night... Oh, Diary, how I wish I had someone to talk to. Not that you're not helpful, but sometimes I just wish you were in a more human-like form so I could have a hug once in a while, you know? I know it's not your fault you're in the form you are now... But anyway, the reason I cried last night was because I'm so nervous. I don't know anyone on the ship, I have a poor sense of direction and am bound to get lost, and I'm afraid no one will like me. I know, I know, I should stop being such a worry-wart. I should just focus on my job. The show must go on. The act must go on... The role, of Tinkerbell, must go on... I have to be her. Happy, social, outgoing, perfect... Unlike this blob of a mess I am. I think my hips bones themselves are growing. I'm becoming deformed. Seriously, I'm going to like, become some strange new species overnight. Well, anyway, nice chatting with you. I have to do my hair really quick and then begin my job! Woohoo, so excited! Not nervous! TOTALLY NOT NERVOUS!!!
P.S. Keep your binding shut, or else. If anyone finds out how I truly am, what I've been through, they'd think I'm SUCH a freak.
Putting the book and pen back into the drawer, she removed a brush from another drawer, quickly brushing out the tangles in her hair before putting it up in a messy bun. Replacing the brush to it's original location, she got up, gave one final glance in the mirror, and touched up a bit of pink lipgloss onto her plump lips. Then she headed out the door, hoping she would find her way to wherever they were having "Breakfasts with Guests."