Part Four‍

Should happen in real time. 

Scene One

She, panting and sweating, lunges straight up in bed.
She focuses on steadying her heartbeat. This takes a while.
She gets up, turns on the light; selects a plethora of clothes from the closet.
In the mirror, she holds each article over her body until she finds the right combination. This takes a while.
She powers through her abdominal/butt exercises.
She lotions her body.
She applies a quick coat of polish to her nails.
She sprays perfume in the atmosphere and walks through it. 
She moves to grab her hair products and goes to work on that head. Done.
She reaches for her makeup (primer, concealer, blush, foundation, liner, lashes, shadow, etc.) and begins to beat her face.
She gets dressed. Checks her walk. Checks her stance.
Checks her sitting posture. Nope.
She changes clothes.
She changes clothes.
She smiles.
She looks in the mirror again. Adjusts something.
She stares right into the glass.

MASSASSI:
This is my body. I am my soul. This is my body, I am my words. This is my body, I am my actions. This is my body, I am my contribution. This is my body, I am my laughter. I am my courage. I am my intellect. I am my persistence. I am my uniqueness. I am my definition. I AM BEAUTIFUL. I AM BEAUTIFUL. I AM BEAUTIFUL. I AM BRILLIANT. I AM QUEEN.

Massassi is ready to enter the world. So she does.

End of play