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Extreme Makeover: Bella Edition
BPOV
I wasn't even given a chance to run and hide. I didn't see it coming; I didn't even see it when it got there. But it was there. It was there to take me away to a world of unparalleled horrors. The kind of horrors that haunt you in your sleep and disturb you every waking moment until you can't take it anymore. It came on a Monday morning. I awoke to the sight of it. And to make matters worse, my angel wasn't there to protect me. I remember what it said, too.
"Wake up, Bella! It's time to turn you into something Edward can't take his eyes off of." It bounced on my bed and threw me into the bathroom. "Now hurry up!" I heard from outside the door. I showered, a total ghost, not knowing whether I was alive, dead or both. I turned off the water and stepped out, wrapped in a towel. It came in and pulled me back into my bedroom, throwing clothes I had never seen at me.
"Get dressed! We have a lot of ground to cover!" I pulled the clothes on as it ordered me to.
"Alice, is this really necessary?" I said as I fumbled with the zipper on the casual blue dress she had given me, and then proceeded to pull on a pair of jeans underneath.
"Think about it. Edward's cool skin on yours, the intensity, the passion—"
"Okay, I get it!" I said as I straightened the dress over the jeans. I couldn't even think about eating, for Alice shoved me out the door and into her Porsche before I had time to scream. She handed me an apple.
"Here you are. Breakfast." She seemed pleased with herself that she had remembered.
"So," I said as I bit into the apple. "Where are we going?" I knew I couldn't get a makeover anywhere in Forks.
"Seattle." She said simply.
"SEATTLE?" I shrieked.
"Where did you think we were going?" She said as if I was missing something very obvious. After a few minutes, she turned on the music in the car, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. Although one song did catch my attention and Alice sang along to it.
"Dance, dance, we're falling apart to half-time. Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead." She sang in her silvery voice. I sat in silence, thinking of my perfect angel, thinking of me somewhere in his mind. I thought of his lips on mine, and how I had felt when I thought we were going to go all the way. What would have happened if we had? Would he have enjoyed it? Would I have enjoyed it? The thought of my name on his lips, low and seductive, sent chills up my spine.
"Dreaming of Edward?" Alice asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. Off in the distance, I thought I could just barely make out the outline of the Space Needle.
"A little," I admitted. I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Bella, it'll be fine. Don't worry, no matter how it is, Edward loves you. And this will happen eventually." She winked. I blushed again.
"How much did you see?" I inquired.
"Enough." She shuddered, I guessed at the thought of what she saw of Edward. I felt nearly complete now that I knew what would happen, even if I didn't know when or how. I listened to the music. It seemed angry, or more like annoyed, but it was somehow deep.
"Which came first, the music or the misery? We're hi-i-igh fashion, we're la-a-ast chances." I made a note to ask who was singing. Before I knew it, we were in the center of downtown, in front of stores that were too large and showy for my taste. She pulled into a garage and parked, running to open the door for me in the same beat. I stood up.
"Alright, Bella. Our mission is to outfit you with something hot in eight hours." She looked at her watch and stood up straight, as if this were a spy mission.
"Eight hours?" I looked at my own simple watch and discovered that it was only nine in the morning. No wonder I had been so tired.
"Bella, this is not a casual thing, this is business. Let's get to it." She pulled me through the parking lot to a set of elevators.
I didn't have time to take in my surroundings, for I was being pulled through downtown at an alarming rate. She slowed down momentarily to pull me through the doors of H&M, a store I had only every heard of in magazines. When we walked into the mass of pink, purple and blue in every shade, I was immediately confronted by three mannequins in nearly impossible poses, with hair curved in styles from every possible decade. I sighed, for they were even more impressive looking than me in my blue dress and jeans. I didn't even have time to wallow, because my arms were suddenly filled with shirts, skirts, pants and dresses.
"Alice, is this really necessary?" I said over the clothes.
"Do not question your master!" Was all she said. Alice breezed the store at vampire speed, and before I knew it, I was holding half the inventory. I felt Alice's hand on my back, guiding me to what I hoped was the changing room. We stopped at the door and Alice took some of the clothes from my hands. I felt my back straighten.
"How many?" The woman at the door asked suspiciously. "There's a maximum of eight items." I had to choke down a laugh at that. It was a wonder Alice survived it.
"Perhaps," She began suggestively. "You could make an exception?" She pulled from her purse what looked like a fifty dollar bill.
"Go right ahead." She gestured toward the door, but that wasn't going to do me any good in seeing it. "But," She stopped me as I began to walk. "Only one person per fitting room." She smiled maliciously. Alice handed the rest of the clothes to me.
"Oh, it's fine. Bella, you can go in ahead of me." She smiled sincerely. Confused, I walked, leaning slightly, to the largest changing room on the end. When I opened the door, I jumped and dropped everything in my arms. Alice laughed her musical laugh.
"You didn't expect me to leave you to fend for yourself, did you? I'm much too interested in how these things will look on you!" She squealed. I unzipped my dress and pulled on a purple silk button down blouse. I buttoned it up and turned in the mirror. It looked surprisingly attractive. Alice shook her head, dissatisfied.
"Bella, you can't wear that with those jeans. Part of you looks like a princess and part looks like—"
"A pauper?" I interjected.
"Well I was going to say like you got attacked by a lion. But that fits better, I guess. Here," She handed me a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. "Try these on for size." She beamed.
"They fit, don't they?" I said as I pulled off my own jeans.
"See for yourself." She gestured towards the mirror as I buttoned up the new jeans. I looked good.
"Alice, this looks great!" I beamed. She rested her fingers on her chin for a moment.
"Undo the next button." She said. "Our goal is not to make you look great; our goal is to make you look irresistible to Edward!" I did as told and undid the next button. I was shocked how Alice could make a top so simple so sexy.
"Whoa." I said as I examined myself in the mirror.
"Now try this on. It was the first thing I saw; I know Edward will love it!" She beamed as she searched through the pile of clothes. Finally, she found a royal blue blouse that looked a little low for my liking. Reluctantly, I pulled off the purple shirt and pulled on the blue blouse. It was fabulous. It accented my skin, my shape. Everything about me looked better when I was wearing the blouse. The cut was perfect, sexy but not too revealing, in sheer material that made me feel like a teen starlet.
"Alice…"
"What, you don't like it? That's so typical, I find you something you look amazing in and your poor fashion eye dislikes it!" She threw her hands up.
"No Alice. That's not it."
"Then what?"
"I think you're a god." I said plainly. "No other being in existence could find something so attractive. I love you!" I threw my arms around her, and she giggled.
"Well, it's nice to see I'm finally being appreciated!" She said as she hugged me back. "Now stop this nonsense, you have more things to try on."
The rest of the trip to H&M went on in a similar fashion, with Alice finding me dozens of new things to try on, all of which I looked amazing in. When we reached the checkout counter, I was struck by a thought.
"Oh my God, Alice, I have no idea how much this is going to cost you! I can pay you back in a few weeks of work. But…" The cashier's voice interrupted me.
"$935.36." He said plainly with his thick Brooklyn accent. My jaw dropped.
"Alice! I can't possibly pay you back for all this! How much did you buy? I'm so sorry!"Alice just laughed.
"Bella, its fine. You're my future sister-in-law, its fine. Besides, if you win the bet for us, I won't even remember." She shrugged as she grabbed a total of six bags from the counter. I gasped.
"Come on! My favorite part is next!" I gulped and walked beside her, holding two of my shopping bags. We rounded a few corners until we reached one of the largest and most provocative billboards I had ever seen. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Are we going…in there?" I could feel my cheeks flood with color at the thought of what I was about to endure.
"Bella, if you're going to do this, you're going to do it right. Come on!" She pulled me through the pink doorway into the Victoria's Secret.
Inside was one of the most shocking things I'd ever seen. The ads were everywhere, the women in sexier poses. I felt sick. There were only a few other people shopping, two blonde girls, about fourteen years or so, who looked mike they had potential to be in the ads, and three sixteen year old boys. They were staring at the ads, but one of them pointed at me and they turned their gaze. I blushed and followed Alice. She moved at human speed this time, taking in the different types of lingerie with care. I saw her note a few things.
"Alice!" I cried. The sweet but powerful smell of the store plus the ads packed so close together made me claustrophobic.
"Think about it Bella, if you win the bet, Edward will see you naked. You might as well do it with some class." She said as she turned and grabbed a few things of the walls. I saw some things made of lace, silk, things that were surprisingly modest and things that shouldn't count as clothing.
"Alright, this will do." She sighed. I followed her to the fitting room. She pulled me through the door.
"Alright. Let's start with this one." She showed me a very short and simple white dress with little black bows on it. That's not so bad, I thought. I pulled off the clothes I was wearing and pulled the dress on. I discovered I was very wrong. The dress was, I learned, practically see through when on a person. It was so transparent I covered my chest so Alice wouldn't see me.
"Relax, Bella. Remember, I've seen things." She tapped her forehead, and I slowly pulled my hand away from me.
"Hmm," She studied me. "Too innocent. Try this." I actually screamed at what she held up next. I won't go into detail. Bustier. Black.
"There is no way on this Earth that you will ever squeeze me into that thing. I swear on Emmett's sexuality I will not wear that!" I shrieked. Alice laughed.
"You swear on Emmett's sexuality? That's a new one. Do you mind if I borrow that?" She asked curiously.
"It's all yours if I don't have to wear that thing." I nodded.
"But it is, and you do." She handed me the skanky top and I began to pull off the dress.
"Fine, but I'm not doing this for you." I pulled the top up.
"I know. You're doing it for Edward." I couldn't deny the blush that came with the thought of Edward seeing me in this. I pulled it up and tied it, then turned to the mirror.
"Oh."
"My."
"God." We said simultaneously. Never before had I been so amazed at Alice's powers. I looked…hot. Like the hottest level of hotness reserved for celebrities and beauty queens. And vampires, of course.
"Bella…I think if Emmett saw you in this, he'd forget Rosalie's name."
"I think if Edward saw me in this, I think he'd…" I searched for words.
"He'd become a raging ball of testosterone?" She suggested.
"A sexy raging ball of testosterone, that pretty much covers it." Alice didn't answer. She looked me up and down as if she didn't recognize me.
"Bella, are we buying this?" There seemed to be urgency in her voice.
"Heck yeah!" I giggled at the thought of Edward's reaction to the piece.
"Bella?" She looked at me.
"Yeah?"
"I think we just won."
Duhn-duhn-duhn! Did they really win? I don't really know yet. While I decide, you review. Oh, BTW, I threw in something for Fall Out Boy fans up there. If you didn't catch it, you are very oblivious.