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Thanks for the reviews, hope you all like this chapter! Sorry it's a bit short but I didn't want to collaborate her first day at CGL with it.)
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Chapter 2: Preparations and Jitters
The next week was to prepare. I met up with a team of makeup artists who brought along digitally altered photos of me, their ideas on what I should look like. It wasn't a pretty sight. Only of course I had little say in the matter, so after some proper introductions, they set to work.
I felt like a Barbie doll, only instead of my handler being into the whole 'Barbie meets Ken, they fall in love and move into the Barbie Dream House' deal, it was more 'I only have one Barbie doll so she has to play the part of Ken too…'
Ouch.
The makeup artists refused to let me look into a mirror until they were done, so I had no idea what they were doing to me. I could only go by what they were saying, and that was hardly confronting.
"That wig is on backwards!"
"No, you drew on too many blemishes!"
"I did not, boys have acne…"
"Yes acne, not permanent chicken pox!"
"You drew her eyebrows too thick, it looks like a unibrow!"
"So what? Boys don't wax their eyebrows anyway!"
"Don't put lip stick on her we're turning her into a boy!"
"Sorry…"
After about an eternity of trying on wigs and getting dabbed at with makeup brushes, the makeup artists announced they we're done and I finally got a mirror. And well, I didn't look half bad. I mean, I actually looked like a boy.
I had on a dark brown wig styled in the common shaggy boyish hairdo, I put in a blue contact so people wouldn't look any closer at my face than necessary, and a few blemishes that was put on with practically permanent marker. No matter how much I scrubbed at it, I was advised, it'd stay on for about two to three months.
Perfect.
I won't lie, I did look a little more feminine than a guy should look, but I could just blame that on either genetics or not hitting puberty yet. Yeah that's something I bet those guys would just love to hear.
But that was just my head. Now we had to figure out the whole body thing. I mean boys walk around with no shirts on, it's common. And I'm going to be in Texas. Plus, the whole shower thing and changing. All of a sudden that little bit of hope I had quickly vanished.
"Okay Anna," Ms. Tanner said, approaching me. "I read up on Camp Green Lake, also known as CGL, and found out that the boys wear a one piece orange outfit, with a tee-shirt underneath and of course underwear. We've decided that you are to wear a form fitting under shirt, or as the woman in the store called it, a wife beater, and a baggy tee-shirt over that. And then just boxers."
"What in the world is a wife beater?" One of the make up artists asked.
"I don't know, it sounds pretty vulgar," Another one replied.
"It's just an under shirt, like a ribbed tank top," I explained. They looked at me questioningly. Old people.
"Anyway," I said, "back on topic. What about when I take showers or use the bathroom?"
"The showers are all separate stalls, so there's complete privacy. Just undress in the stall, take your shower, and get dressed before leaving it. As for the bathrooms, just never use the urinal. Also, we'll pack a spare wig, just like that one," she motioned to the wig I was wearing, "so you could wash one and alternate them." She nodded at me. "I think that about wraps it up."
"Yeah, pretty much," I said, smiling. I couldn't believe they actually made me look like a boy. Only then a thought occurred to me. "Hold on…what about when I get my…you know…period?" I asked, feeling the heat rise to my face. There's a problem.
"Oh my we haven't thought about that…well, just hide your products in a good place," Ms. Tanner said. I sighed. This is going to be tough.
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The next thing I had to do was pack. And that was pretty easy. According to Ms. Tanner, all I needed was ten white wife beaters and tee shirts, and ten pairs of underwear, preferably boxers. I never realized shopping for boxers would be so much fun. I got one with smiley faces, cupids, money signs, and some other odd little pictures. It was quite humorous.
I also needed deodorant, my feminine products (i.e. tampons), and a little mirror to make sure my wig was alright and such. Apparently boys don't need mirrors at this camp. That was it.
Of course Ms. Tanner provided me with other equipment that I'd need to complete the job. This included a whole bunch of paper since my only way to correspond would be through letters. I also received stamps, pens, and a notebook. I felt like my assignment took place in the primitive ages instead of a juvenile hall. But this was all part of the job, and I knew it was what I really wanted. I mean, both my parents are FBI agents and they're so proud that I'm training to become one too. So I wouldn't want to let them down.
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Soon it was the end of the week and I was getting ready to leave the next day. I had those first day of school jitters, and I couldn't sleep all night. The bus would arrive for me at 6 a.m., giving me, oh, about two hours sleep.
The alarm went off at 5, and I garbed up in my boy outfit. I've been pinning up my hair and putting that wig on so much I could do it in my sleep, and I was finally getting used to that contact.
Next thing I know my parents were walking me to the bus. I felt like I was in pre school. Oh, and the bus? Yeah, I assumed it would be a little mini bus or something, not an actual school bus. Kissed mom and dad good bye, boarded the bus, and I was off to Camp Green Lake. Jitters? Hell yeah.
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A little side note here, riding a big ol' school bus with no one but the driver and a guy with a gun is so not cool. I'll never ride the school bus back home again.
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(A/N: Next chapters almost complete so I'll try to have that one up by tomorrow. I start school tomorrow so probably in the evening. Please review, thanks!)
