Chapter II - The Transformation is complete.
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Have you ever done, spoken, or agreed on something without even thinking about the consequences of your actions?. Only to regret it later when you finally get a chance to think about it. Well yes I am one of those people. Marron Chestnut. The stupid Idiot.
I sighed as I looked up at the clock of the department store; it's large hand finally reaching twelve. A clothing store in nine months time, I will probably be sitting in front of dressed like a homeless person. Begging for money. With a KFC chicken bucket on my head a potato sack as a dress and tissue boxes as shoes. If I happen to lose this bet. Cringing at the very thought of it.
There was no way I was going to lose, especially to Trunks Briefs enemy of all heart broken girls in our school.
Looking at the palms of my hands I sighed. Could a fortune-teller or palmist predict an outcome, could they foretell if I would win or lose? Or would they give me some stupid riddled answer with many meanings that I had to figure out for myself.
Sometimes I wished I could turn back time. Like this afternoon when I agreed to look after the ninety-nine bags of clothes and accessories That we had acquired on our non-stop shopping spree. While Bra and Paris tried out new clothes. Well yeah that was like an hour ago and here I am still waiting.
A new school year always meant a new school wardrobe. And a new school wardrobe always meant an all-day shopping spree.
"So what do ya think ?" Asked bra as she stepped out of the dressing room doing twirls.
"It looks great". I replied as I looked at the outfit she had put on. It looked exactly like the one she usually wore.
Smiling she walked over to me and grabbed my arm linking it with hers. "Maz, since were starting school tomorrow, hows about Paris and I give you a make over? ". She asked as she battered her eyelashes innocently.
Frowning I looked down at what I was wearing. Hip hugger jeans and a pink Singlet.
Sighing I looked at her. "Nah ah". I managed to say before she interrupted me.
"Oh come on Maz, you look like a little kid, yeah pink looks great..... On Barbie". "But you my dear need a new look".
Stepping out of the changing room Paris smiled. "Did I hear someone say Make-Over ?" She asked happily as she walked up to me and took my arm.
"Yeah, Our dear friend Marron needs a new wardrobe, hairstyle and make-up". Giggled Bra.
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"You have got to be kidding me". I yelled as I looked at the small pieces of cloth that they had the nerve to give to me.
"Marron Chestnut, just try it on". Shouted Paris.
Looking down I sighed. It looked like two pieces of cloth covering just enough skin so it wouldn't look like I was completely naked. Putting it on I frowned. Thank Dende I took the time to get myself a great tan during summer vacation. At least I didn't look like a total loser with pale white skin.
The skirt seemed okay, coming just above the knees, but the one thing that bothered me about it was the long slit up the side of my thigh reaching all the way up my leg.
The boob tube was smaller than I predicted; it looked like my boob was going to pop out of it any minute.
"I look like a prostitute". I shouted angrily as I tried to pull the skirt up to cover my mid drift.
"Marron that is a dark navy blue beaded boob tube and matching skirt". Said Paris as she knocked on the changing room door and handing me a pair of high heels with straps.
Taking them and placing them on the floor I sighed as I wrapped the straps around my calves. "No way".
"Oh and I have found a great rhinestone belt to go with it". Shouted Bra butting in.
Taking a deep breath and one last look at the mirror I stepped out.
"It looks like something Christina Aguilera would wear". I whispered as they looked at me. Surprised. Mouths opened and eyes opened wide.
"Marron, you look, you .... Look". They tried to say before I rudely butted in.
"What, like a prostitute". I replied as I watched some of the boys in the store begin to smile. I felt like some sort of free show for all the horny bastards.
"Whore".
"Slut". I began to continue as some of the girls in the store looked at me and rolled their eyes.
"Stripper"
"Call girl". I said as I tried to name all the occupations that would fit with the outfit I was wearing.
"GORGEOUS". They squealed in unison as they jumped up and embrace each other happily. As if proud of changing me from a normal girl next-door to a Christina Aguilera look-a-like.
"My job is done". Paris announced patting Bra's head casually as if it were no big deal.
Walking over to me. Bra wrapped the Rhinestone belt around my hip and let the strands of the rhinestone belt dangle between the slit of the dress. Grabbing herself some tissues she smiled as if she had finished some sort of masterpiece.
"The Transformation is complete". Said Paris as she walked over to me and pushed my boob tube up so it looked like I had more cleavage.
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I smiled as I watched the hairstylist wrap the foil around some strands of hair. It felt great getting pampered and fussed over, like some sort of movie star or celebrity.
I had just finished my facial and once the hair was done they were going to do my make-up. I not a real fan of make-up always preferring to look natural and wearing it only on special occasions such as dates, dinner parties and going out.
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I glanced at my reflection in the mirror of the beauty salon. It looked like a different person. The highlights bringing out the colour of my hair and the make-up made me look more mature and sexy. I loved the hairstyle, my hair was out and the bottom was wavy.
Smiling I looked at Bra and Paris who looked like they were going to cry. "My baby is all grown up". Cried Bra as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.
"Thanks guys". I said as I walked up to them; giving each of my best friends a big hug. I didn't expect to look this good. Or even feel this good.
"If there is anything I can do to thank you both just say so"? I smiled.
"Don't thank us just yet Marron". Paris interrupted hastily.
"To make it up to us you have to walk around like that for the rest of the day". "And you can't hide if someone unexpected just turns up". Bra butted in as they looked at each other and began to smile. They were definitely up to something.
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Gosh what is Bra and Paris up to??? Well you gotta review to find out what happens next.
PLEASE REVIEW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Have you ever done, spoken, or agreed on something without even thinking about the consequences of your actions?. Only to regret it later when you finally get a chance to think about it. Well yes I am one of those people. Marron Chestnut. The stupid Idiot.
I sighed as I looked up at the clock of the department store; it's large hand finally reaching twelve. A clothing store in nine months time, I will probably be sitting in front of dressed like a homeless person. Begging for money. With a KFC chicken bucket on my head a potato sack as a dress and tissue boxes as shoes. If I happen to lose this bet. Cringing at the very thought of it.
There was no way I was going to lose, especially to Trunks Briefs enemy of all heart broken girls in our school.
Looking at the palms of my hands I sighed. Could a fortune-teller or palmist predict an outcome, could they foretell if I would win or lose? Or would they give me some stupid riddled answer with many meanings that I had to figure out for myself.
Sometimes I wished I could turn back time. Like this afternoon when I agreed to look after the ninety-nine bags of clothes and accessories That we had acquired on our non-stop shopping spree. While Bra and Paris tried out new clothes. Well yeah that was like an hour ago and here I am still waiting.
A new school year always meant a new school wardrobe. And a new school wardrobe always meant an all-day shopping spree.
"So what do ya think ?" Asked bra as she stepped out of the dressing room doing twirls.
"It looks great". I replied as I looked at the outfit she had put on. It looked exactly like the one she usually wore.
Smiling she walked over to me and grabbed my arm linking it with hers. "Maz, since were starting school tomorrow, hows about Paris and I give you a make over? ". She asked as she battered her eyelashes innocently.
Frowning I looked down at what I was wearing. Hip hugger jeans and a pink Singlet.
Sighing I looked at her. "Nah ah". I managed to say before she interrupted me.
"Oh come on Maz, you look like a little kid, yeah pink looks great..... On Barbie". "But you my dear need a new look".
Stepping out of the changing room Paris smiled. "Did I hear someone say Make-Over ?" She asked happily as she walked up to me and took my arm.
"Yeah, Our dear friend Marron needs a new wardrobe, hairstyle and make-up". Giggled Bra.
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"You have got to be kidding me". I yelled as I looked at the small pieces of cloth that they had the nerve to give to me.
"Marron Chestnut, just try it on". Shouted Paris.
Looking down I sighed. It looked like two pieces of cloth covering just enough skin so it wouldn't look like I was completely naked. Putting it on I frowned. Thank Dende I took the time to get myself a great tan during summer vacation. At least I didn't look like a total loser with pale white skin.
The skirt seemed okay, coming just above the knees, but the one thing that bothered me about it was the long slit up the side of my thigh reaching all the way up my leg.
The boob tube was smaller than I predicted; it looked like my boob was going to pop out of it any minute.
"I look like a prostitute". I shouted angrily as I tried to pull the skirt up to cover my mid drift.
"Marron that is a dark navy blue beaded boob tube and matching skirt". Said Paris as she knocked on the changing room door and handing me a pair of high heels with straps.
Taking them and placing them on the floor I sighed as I wrapped the straps around my calves. "No way".
"Oh and I have found a great rhinestone belt to go with it". Shouted Bra butting in.
Taking a deep breath and one last look at the mirror I stepped out.
"It looks like something Christina Aguilera would wear". I whispered as they looked at me. Surprised. Mouths opened and eyes opened wide.
"Marron, you look, you .... Look". They tried to say before I rudely butted in.
"What, like a prostitute". I replied as I watched some of the boys in the store begin to smile. I felt like some sort of free show for all the horny bastards.
"Whore".
"Slut". I began to continue as some of the girls in the store looked at me and rolled their eyes.
"Stripper"
"Call girl". I said as I tried to name all the occupations that would fit with the outfit I was wearing.
"GORGEOUS". They squealed in unison as they jumped up and embrace each other happily. As if proud of changing me from a normal girl next-door to a Christina Aguilera look-a-like.
"My job is done". Paris announced patting Bra's head casually as if it were no big deal.
Walking over to me. Bra wrapped the Rhinestone belt around my hip and let the strands of the rhinestone belt dangle between the slit of the dress. Grabbing herself some tissues she smiled as if she had finished some sort of masterpiece.
"The Transformation is complete". Said Paris as she walked over to me and pushed my boob tube up so it looked like I had more cleavage.
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I smiled as I watched the hairstylist wrap the foil around some strands of hair. It felt great getting pampered and fussed over, like some sort of movie star or celebrity.
I had just finished my facial and once the hair was done they were going to do my make-up. I not a real fan of make-up always preferring to look natural and wearing it only on special occasions such as dates, dinner parties and going out.
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I glanced at my reflection in the mirror of the beauty salon. It looked like a different person. The highlights bringing out the colour of my hair and the make-up made me look more mature and sexy. I loved the hairstyle, my hair was out and the bottom was wavy.
Smiling I looked at Bra and Paris who looked like they were going to cry. "My baby is all grown up". Cried Bra as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.
"Thanks guys". I said as I walked up to them; giving each of my best friends a big hug. I didn't expect to look this good. Or even feel this good.
"If there is anything I can do to thank you both just say so"? I smiled.
"Don't thank us just yet Marron". Paris interrupted hastily.
"To make it up to us you have to walk around like that for the rest of the day". "And you can't hide if someone unexpected just turns up". Bra butted in as they looked at each other and began to smile. They were definitely up to something.
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Gosh what is Bra and Paris up to??? Well you gotta review to find out what happens next.
PLEASE REVIEW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!