Hey! New chapter! Putting them out pretty quickly but don't get used to it! This one's longer.

Brittany and Eleanor arrived home after their after school activities. They knew Jeanette was already home but they didn't see her anywhere.

They finally found her in her room. Crying.

"What's wrong Jeanette?" cried Eleanor. She rushed over to her sister.

"GO AWAY!" Jeanette screamed. Eleanor backed off, startled.

"Jeanette, what's wrong?" asked Brittany.

"AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW!!" screamed Jeanette, "JUST GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

"Well!" humpfed Brittany.

"Let's go," Eleanor said quietly to Brittany.

Brittany and Eleanor headed down to the kitchen and Elly started making supper while Brittany sat at the table, thinking about the plan. The plan was going great but she did feel kind of bad for Jeanette. Relax she thought; just think how happy she'll be when it all works out.

"Brittany?" Eleanor started, pulling Brittany out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to go try to get Jeanette to come down for supper," Eleanor said.

"Ok." Eleanor headed upstairs. She walked quietly into Jeanette's room.

"Jeanette?" she said quietly. No answer. "Come down and eat some supper," she said gently.

"I'm not hungry," came the muffled response

"I made some noodle soup," offered Eleanor, "Your favorite."

"I'M NOT HUNGRY, ELEANOR!" Jeanette roared.

"Oh, ok," said Eleanor softly, "I'll just leave some for you in case you change your mind." Eleanor left the room.

"How'd it go?" asked Brittany. Eleanor burst into tear. Brittany rushed over to her.

"It's ok Elly. It's ok" Brittany said in a soothing voice. Eleanor continued bawling.

"Hey, Elly. You know why I'm not worried?" Brittany cooed, "(Brittany began singing) I don't worry cause, everything's gonna be all right " Eleanor smiled. "Don't you worry yourself, Elly. I'll take care of it." Eleanor hugged Brittany tightly.

Brittany headed upstairs to Jeanette's room. She didn't bother coming in quietly and burst in.

"Jeanette, we need to talk," she declared. Brittany saw Jeanette's body tense as she lifted herself on her arms and turned her heard. She fired a murderous look at Brittany.

"This is all your fault, Brittany" she said in a deadly whisper.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Brittany responded.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Jeanette cried.

"No, I don'-"

"Simon!" Jeanette screamed, "I'm talking about Simon, Brittany!"

"Oh. What about Simon?" asked Brittany innocently. Her calmness irritated Jeanette.

"Had a bit of a party on his lips, didn't you?" she spat.

"That's a horrible way to say it!" cried Brittany.

"I don't care!" screamed Jeanette, "That's not the point! The point is, you know I like him, I know you know so don't try to play it off innocent!"

"Jeanette, I swear, I-"

"NO!" screamed Jeanette. She sighed.

"Jeanette, it's not like he liked it!" cried Brittany.

"WHY WOULDN'T HE?!" screamed Jeanette, "Why wouldn't he have liked it? A kiss from the beautiful, the sassy, the flirty Brittany Miller! Why on earth wouldn't he like it?! It's what any guy would want!"

"Any guy except Simon," whispered Brittany, "The only thing he wants, is you."

"That's preposterous. Why would anyone want a geeky, ugly, know-it-all like me?" Jeanette cried. Brittany slapped her across the face.

"Why you filthy, low-down, dirty bit-"

"Jeanette!" screamed Brittany, "I'm not going to sit here and let you bad-mouth yourself! You're a beautiful, wise, sweet person and I'm not going to let what anyone says make you think you aren't!" Jeanette looked up at her with wide eyes, her tears stopped.

"Now," said Brittany in a calmer voice, "If you feel you aren't beautiful physically, I can help you with that." Jeanette sniffed.

"You'd do that?" asked Jeanette, "For me?"

"I'd do ANYTHING for you, Jeanette. You're my little sister and I have an obligation to help you get through life." Brittany told her, "Now, let's get started."

Brittany walked over to her own wardrobe and started pulling out clothes.

"Perfect!" cried Brittany. Jeanette's stomach lurched. "Here, put these on," said Brittany, tossing Jeanette some clothes. Jeanette went into the bathroom and came back wearing the clothes.

She was wearing a tight, black turtleneck shirt and a short, red-and-black-checked skirt.

"Perfect!" Brittany repeated, "Now for the shoes! Let's see, where are my high heels…" Jeanette's eyes widened.

"Put me in high heels and I'll be in the ER before you can apply your lipstick!" she warned.

"Ok, how about some flats?" asked Brittany.

"Much better" replied Jeanette.

"Ok, wear the black ones" she tossed Jeanette the pair of flats.

"Brittany, I don't think your shoes will-"

"Just put them on" urged Brittany. Jeanette put the shoes on. They fit perfectly.

"How do your shoes fit me perfectly?" asked Jeanette. Brittany blushed.

"Actually, I've kind of been planning this moment" Brittany admitted

"You bought all this just for when you might give me a makeover?!" cried Jeanette. Brittany swiped her glasses.

"Hey! Give me those" cried Jeanette.

"Where are your contacts?" asked Brittany.

"I don't want to wear them," Jeanette complained.

"Jeanette.." Brittany warned. Jeanette sighed.

"Ok. Pull your bed about a foot away from the wall," she instructed,

"Ok, now what?"

"Now, see the drawer in the back?"

"Yup, I see it,"

"My contacts are in a box in the drawer,"

"Ok, got them,"

Brittany handed Jeanette the box with her contacts and instructed her to put them on.

"Wow!" cried Jeanette. She had never seen the world so clearly.

"Ok!" cried Brittany excitedly, "Now it's time for my favorite part: hair and makeup!"

Be firm Jeanette instructed herself. "Brittany?" she started, "Before you start, I have a few limits to set."

"Huh?" said Brittany.

"Ok, so, for hair: no cutting and absolutely NO dying. And as far as makeup, if so much as a molecule of makeup touches my face, it's over. Done with. The makeover goes down the drain,"

"But Jeanette!" Brittany pouted.

"No buts, Brittany. I'm putting my foot down on this one,"

"Ok, ok," Brittany grumbled.

She had Jeanette close her eyes while she worked so that the result would be a surprise.

"Ok, you can open your eyes now,"

Jeanette opened her eyes and gasped. It wasn't her she saw in the mirror. It couldn't be her. Her bright green eyes sparkled, her hair wasn't up. It was down, resting on her shoulders and cascading down her back, the ends curled into ringlets. Jeanette touched a hand to her cheek. The girl in the mirror imitated her.

"That's you," whispered Brittany to her little sister.

"Thank you, Brittany," Jeanette whispered.

"Hey," she said, "You had it in you all along."

Jeanette looked in the mirror one more time and couldn't help but agree.

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