"Ughhhhhhh!!!!!!" She groaned, tossing and turning. Marinette hugged a pillow to her chest, "What do I do Tikki? I can't even hold my ground talking to Adrien! I always end up tripping, falling, or standing on pastries!!!"
"Just be yourself! You don't have to pretend to be someone else to get them to like you!" Tikki advised, nudging her miraculous holder, "Besides, if he doesn't accept you for you, then he's not the one!!!"
"You don't understand Tikki!!!! You're giving me this crap advice when I'm literally in a crisis. It's not that I'm not being myself around him, it's that I get so nervous in his presence."
"Well, maybe try talking to yourself in the mirror, practicing what you'll say to Adrien!!!"
Marinette beat Tikki, holding her up by the antenna and whoopin her butt.
"Honestly, can you be useful for a change? I ain't gon talk to myself in the mirror! What do you think I am, two?"
Tikki could only state on in complete shock.
"What are you lookin at? Go fetch me a croissant! I have to go to prison, aka school." Marinette said, "You're lucky I'm even talking to you, peasant!!! Go make yourself useful for once!"
Tikki went to get the croissant, and by the time she came back upstairs Marinette had changed into long denim shorts and a hot pink tank top. Marinette took out her scissors and cut the tank top into a crop top and the long shorts into booty shorts.
"Marinette, don't you think that's a little too inappropriate for school?"
"Don't you think it's inappropriate that I carry around an overweight bug in my bag that gets fat on cookies?"
Marinette let down her hair, letting it fall around her face in loose waves. She applied eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss she stole from her mom. She didn't intend to give them back.
"Alright, it's time to go. Get in the bag, chubs."