[color=c4df9b][b]Francoise K. Meriweather[/b][/color][hr]

[color=c4df9b]"A-are you sure?"[/color]

The sharp teeth on the small doll perched on her shoulder made her flinch for a moment, as it grinned widely.

[color=fff79a]"Cmon, little girl. You want to improve yourself, don't you? Be braver?"[/color] A small hand reached out to her cheeks squeezing hard enough to sting a little, her eyes following those small razor sharp teeth as the doll inched its face closer to hers. [color=fff79a]"Do it. Do it or I will devour you myself."[/color]

Fran gulped, and started walking out of her home, wearing a much less conservative outfit than her usual. It was just a simple dress under a short long sleeved jacket, but it was not the usual baggy stuffy clothing she wore. It was very much a much less restrained look, but it was setting off all sorts of alarms in Fran's head. What if she wasn't cute enough to pull this off? Won't she just look ridiculous? Would people just stare at her rather unglamorous hair? The class president had a much glossier hair which-

A sharp pain in her cheeks as the doll pulled harder.

[color=fff79a]"Oi... Let's go already. Or I'll tear you off piece by piece until you move."[/color]

Her breath caught in her throat, as she moved jerkily, finally getting out of her home's boundaries. Trying to be less shy wasn't an easy journey, but at least she had taken her first steps.