While your cousin was away at university, your aunt and uncle invited you to move in with them, knowing you were looking for a place to live. Never had you thought that her room would have had the power to turn you into the person you are now. Every day you were living in there, surrounded by all those pink tones, perfumes, soft, pretty sheets, soft sheep rugs, mirrors, and pictures of other girls, and boys, staring back at you.
It started with your dreams, then made its way into your waking life. Her private bathroom - now your private bathroom - was a sanctuary for you. It had been so long since you’ve taken the time to bathe in a bathtub. You experimented with her bath salts and her lotions, dwindling her supply slowly but surely. You knew that one day she would come back, and she would know your little interest, and maybe even your little growing secret.
Your aunt and uncle surely knew you were changing, too. I mean, look at you now. Not to mention you smell like roses and cotton candy!