Watching myself (1)

I watch myself in the big mirror in the bathroom all the time, but who doesn't. It really started to be fun by checking how much my tiny little bumps became real boobies that I could grope my hand around and knead. I loved it and the more they grew the better it felt. When the first pubic hairs appeared; I checked and counted them every day, I used my dad's shaving mirror. Its magnification effect had a big effect on me and it still has, even now. My urge to check my developing womanhood in the mirror became a daily habit. Puberty goes with ups and downs, but developing into a real woman was a definitive up for me. My little inner labia started to develop and popped out between my still childish puffy slit.  But the best sensation was the growth of my clit, or better said clitty.   It looked huge in that magnification mirror and incredibly inviting, asking for attention, haha.   I found it thrilling that it engorged and even became bigger when I played with it. And the liking of watching myself masturbate was born. I can keep telling about this, but I guess you can picture the rest it yourself.