Torrance Watson awoke to the dimly lit sky. Today was the day she would start the job a friend of hers told her about. Torrance rolled over onto her side and glanced at her purple alarm clock. 4:03am, the clock's red numbers said. Since Torrance had over an hour and a half before she needed to start getting ready, she laid in her bed in deep thought.
Fresh out of the police academy and today was the day she would be an official officer. What a dream! Torrance's eyes remained glued to the popcorn ceiling of her bedroom as she thought of how she'd be viewed with respect mixed with fear. Her body covered in a bulky black get up with a belt filled with handcuffs, pepper spray, and a pistol. By the time she was satisfied with her day dreaming, her alarm blared the annoying tune. Torrance reached over and gently hit the off button before pushing back the plush covers. Once her body became adjusted the cool air, she slowly climbed out of bed and headed to her adjacent bathroom.
As the warm water of the shower seeped into her hair and trickled down her bare frame, she envisioned what her first day would be. In one scenario her coworkers and boss would find her likeable with a sarcastic sense of humor. In the other, all would turn against her and make every day a living hell. Torrance hoped for scenario one, but expected the second.
After washing her face and body, Torrance turned off the water, grabbed her favorite towel from the rack and slowly stepped out of the shower onto the tiled floor. While the towel absorbed the water from her mocha colored skin, Torrance walked out of the bathroom and into her closet.
She grabbed a pair of black comfortable pants that allowed her to twist and maneuver with ease and her white wife beater and placed it onto her bed. Simple, yet professional.
Once every item was designated, she paused for a moment to look at her reflection in her full length mirror. She slowly opened the towel to face the body she worked and prayed for all her life. Torrance lightly chuckled at the memory of how her small, shapeless body grew into a body with curves and breasts that protruded past her stomach. The twenty seven, going on twenty-eight, year old shook her head in disbelief and quickly closed the towel. Torrance turned away from the mirror and headed back into the bathroom. Instead of flat ironing her hair, she placed her thick, dark brown curls into a tight bun. Her dark brown eyes became more visible as she pushed her bangs out of her face and pinned them to the rest of her hair. She then sprayed some Dior perfume on her neck, wrists and chest before realizing she was running late. "Shit!" She cursed as she quickly changed into her lacy white bra and panties before slipping on her clothes and shoes.
By the time she reached the place, she still had fifteen minutes to spare. Torrance thanked the good Lord that she managed to get to work early. After checking her appearance one last time in her car mirror, she climbed out of the her compact car, and headed into the police department.