A long velvet curtain was yanked back revealing a young woman, around 30 standing frustrated arms crossed, a vastly revealing frown appearing on her delicately sculpted face. "I'm not wearing this" she wined
"Yes you are" replied a man sitting in a chair across from the changing room "And to be honest if i had that rocking body then I'd be walking round naked all day, at least your wearing something". The girl began to blush in response to the compliment. The man soon followed in the overwhelming rush of blood to the face, "Not that i think your hot or would ever consider being a woman" the girl began to giggle as she pictured the man dressed and impersonating Marilyn Monroe. She shook her head and turned to face the mirror, swiveling and shaking he hips as the lengths of the silver beaded material swung back and forth in canon.
"Come on Myk's". She shot round glaring at the man with extreme frustration, she smacked her foot on the floor and crossed her arms, acting almost like a child, "Pete don't call me that"
"What, that's your name isn't it" he smirked.
"I hate it, my name is Myka, My-ka not Myk's.
Pete raised his hands as if surrendering from the line of fire. "Sorry My-ka"
"Good" she smiled before once again spinning and gazing into the mirror. Pete stood and rubbed his hands together closely as if trying to generate heat "Come on Myka lets go have some fun, we've got work to do" Pete bounded out of the changing room while Myka continued staring at herself in dissatisfaction before letting out a small sigh.
"Come on Cinderella, let's go to the ball" beamed Pete from outside, Myka snapped out of her trance, grabbed her waiting tray and followed Pete in pursuit out of the room without a backward glance.