My name is Rosalita, but my friends all call me Rosa for short. That and because of my typically red hair. Well, that’s putting it a bit too simply. My hair does this weird thing where it changes colors based on my mood, or most prominent emotion. It’s usually no biggie, since I’ve learned to adapt and keep joy at the forefront, and wear shimmering waves of red atop my head… most of the time.
My other features are fairly standard, hazel eyes behind wireframe glasses, honeyed skin (that some of my girlfriends say they would kill for), full lips, broad shoulders, chest supporting a supple pair of c-cup breasts, a midriff with just a hint of muscle tone and rarely any clothing over it, and hips popping back out to complete my still developing hourglass form. My legs extend down a bit lengthy for my taste, but we all have our insecurities. That all rounds out my 5’4″ self. I try to consider myself your typical early twenties girl, just stuck with hair trying to tell the world what I’m feeling.