I stood with a disgusted look on my face at the contents of my closet. All of my clothes were too young for me, and definitely not appropriate to go clubbing in. "What am I going to wear?" I asked my best friend Chelsea who was in my bathroom putting on some make-up. I still couldn't believe I was twenty-one, where had the time gone?
"You really don't have anything to wear do you," Chelsea said matter-of-factly coming out of my bathroom and walking to my side. "That's why I brought over a few of my dresses for you to choose from," she said with a wink. Oh god. Chelsea left the room and went out to her car. When she came back she had a both her hands full with tons of cocktail dresses. "Here you go," she said with a smile, placing them on my bed.
"A few?" I asked mocking her. Chelsea loves fashion, she always has.
She stuck her tongue out at me, "Well Siobhan, if you don't appreciate them I'll just take them back and I'll go to the club by myself."
"Don't be such a bitch," I teased as I went to go look through all of the dresses. I found a dress that I thought looked really cute. It was short, and had black and white horizontal stripes. "What about this one?" I asked holding it up.
"We're not going to a wedding," Chelsea said rolling her eyes and walking over to the pile of dresses, starting to look through them. "But this one would great on you," she said with a mischievous smile. "I have just the shade of lipstick to go with this, it would look amazing!"
She was holding up leather, leopard print, mini-cocktail dress that looked like it would be impossible to squeeze my boobs into. "Um Chelss?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"How am I going to squeeze into that?"
"Don't worry," she said, "It's your size. And yeah, I know it looks like your boobs won't fit but trust me, they'll look great in this beauty." I have to admit it; I'm pretty much a good girl. I'd never done anything that you could call inappropriate or illegal; tonight Chelsea was going to make sure we ended that twenty-one year streak.
I went to my closet for my strapless bra and started getting undressed. I was about to slip into the dress when Chelsea stopped me, "You're not wearing those, are you?" she said raising her eyebrow slightly nodding her head towards my underwear.
"No Chelsea, I was going to go commando," I told her sarcastically.
"I meant that type," she said rolling her eyes at me again, something that she does a lot. "Wear these instead," she said handing me a black lace thong. I gave her a scared look as I took them into my hands. "Sweetheart, with the way you're going to look in that dress, you're going to get lucky," she said as she walked back into the bathroom to finish her hair.
I stripped off my bikini styled panties and slipped on the thong that she had given me. Then I unzipped the dress and slipped into it. "Chelss," I called her and she came running, eager to help me zip up the dress and see how I looked in it. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as she started touching my boobs.
"I'm fixing them," she said. She fumbled around with the top of my dress for a moment and then stepped back, "You want the girls to look good, don't you?"
"I guess you're right. How do I look?" I asked her. I was anxious. I have never dressed up like this before, and at the moment I can't even see what I look like because I have no mirror in my small bedroom.
"You look great," Chelsea told me. "You really do," she smiled sweetly for a moment. "Okay, now hair, makeup, and shoes." Chelss went over to her bag and brought me a shoe box, "I've never worn these, but I thought they'd look good with this dress," she told me as I opened the box revealing a pair of six inch, black Sexybitch Stiletto heels that looked like a biker chick threw up on.
When I put them on there was a strap and buckle around my ankles that resembled either a leather strap or belt. There was another buckle for decoration around the heel and across the toe, and a little silver chain hanging down from the buckle around the heel. These shoes definitely lived up to their name.
After I had barely even got the second shoe on, Chelsea started dragging me to the bathroom and pushed me down on the wooden stool that was in front of the counter. "Hair and makeup time." Chelsea curled my, a little bit past shoulder length, burnet hair into tight curls and finished my face off with smoky eyes and blood red lipstick. "Perfect," she said turning me around so that I could see my reflection in the mirror. "You look sexy," she told me.
"Whoa," was all I said in a quiet, yet shocked voice. I looked like a completely different person. I looked hot; I kind of liked this. I turned back to face Chelsea, "Thanks Chelss," I said with a sincere smile. It was time for me to grow up; I was still afraid though.
"Welcome," she told me. "Now we have to go pick up Brandi and Marcella." Chelsea grabbed her purse from the counter and started for the door, me following her at her heals. We got into her Jag and drove off. Brandi and Marcella, half-sisters with attitude that are our best friends. We went to Brandi's house which was about twenty minutes away, where she and Marcella were getting ready for tonight.
Even though I loved my new look, I was still feeling a little skittish. I slowly walked up the front door and knocked, standing there timidly as I waited for the girls to open the door and let us in. The door opened revealing a stunning blond on the other end. Brandi's long hair fell in perfect waves and tiny ringlets over her shoulders. She wore a scarlet red, strapless cocktail dress and black heels. Her blue eyes popped with her dark make up. I admit it, she could turn me.
"Hey!" she greeted Chelsea and I, giving us hugs then stepping aside to let us in. "Siobhan you look great tonight!" She complimented me as she looked me up and down. "I see Chelss fumbled with your top," she noted. I looked down to see a little too much showing for my taste. I gave Chelss a nasty look and she just smiled.
"Chelss! Siobhan!" I heard a loud, high pitched voice say from the stairs. Marcella came running to us to give us hugs. How the hell? She's wearing 12" heels! "I'm so happy to see you guys!" She told us stepping back from a hug from Chelsea. "You two ladies look lovely tonight, as always. Ready to party?"
"Hell yeah!" Chelss replied enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said.
"No, you have to be sure. Now back straight, shoulders back, boobs up, and head held high," Marcella instructed me. I gave her a weird look, "Do it," she said again. This time I followed through with her request, "Perfect," she said with a smile. "Now say 'I'm a bad bitch and I'm gonna have a damn good time tonight.'"
"I'm a bad bitch and I'm gonna have a damn good time tonight," I mumbled almost inaudibly.
"Excuse me? I didn't hear that," Marcella said.
"I'm a bad bitch and I'm gonna have a damn good time tonight," I said a little louder than before.
"I didn't hear anything that time Marci," Chelsea said turning to Marcella with a worried expression on her face, "Is she even standing in the room with us?"
"Do it again." Marci smirked at my expression; I was pissed.
"I'm a bad bitch and I'm gonna have a damn good time tonight," I said in a normal talking voice.
"One more time," Marci told me.
"This time, with feeling and passion," Chelss piped in.
"I'm a bad bitch! And I'm gonna have a damn good time tonight even if it kills me! Now the shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone you cunt!" I yelled in Marci's face.
"Yes!" She said excitedly. Then her face went blank for all of two seconds, "Wait a minute! Hey!" she said sounding annoyed when she realized what I'd said to her. My lips formed into a smirk and I found it hard not to start laughing at her. Marci rolled her eyes and then said, "Now that that's over with, who's ready to leave?"
"I am!" Brandi said.
"Me too," Chelsea added.
"And me three," I finally said. That was that. The four of us got into Chelsea's car. Chelsea of course drove, and I sat shot gun. Brandi and Marci sat in the back dancing to "Back In Time" by Pitbull and chatting excitedly about tonight.
"Nervous?" Chelsea asked me. "You're not usually this quiet in car rides."
I realized that I'd zoned out while looking out the window. I turned to look at her and nodded slightly, "Just a little. It's really the fact that you've been doing this stuff since we were sixteen with your fake IDs and I was the good one who didn't want to get caught. And even though I'm legal now, I just can't imagine life as this big wild party or adventure."
"Well lighten up and try to relax, everything will be alright, you'll see," she told me with a smile. "That's the great thing about life though. You never know what it'll throw at you. It really is a big party and adventure. Sometimes it's not so fun, but other times it's a fucking blast."
Chelsea's words calmed me down. For the first time that night I felt a little better about the whole situation. Instead of going back to my preceding idle state my hand reached for the volume knob on the stereo and I started dancing with my girls. I felt amazing at this moment. I felt infinite. It was like life was just beginning.