Chapter 18

Prep Time: Holly and Juliet Part 1

A/N:

This recap is from the last Philosophee chapter.

RECAP:

All of a sudden, I felt a wave of exaustion sweep over me. I felt weak. "I'm taking a nap." I tried to say. It came out garbled a, but I think she got it. I fell onto the bed. It was so soft. The bed was the best thing that I had ever felt. My eyes closed, and I think I may have heard the soft thunk of a closing door. That was the last thing that I noticed before I was floating in the dense sea of dreamland.

Holly's POV:

I opened my eyes. Instead of being in my house as I had expected, I was in a strange bed. For a moment, I didn't remember how I had gotten here. Then, it hit me. The mall, Juliet, Holinda Briefs. The Phenom tonight. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was still Holinda. Tall, busty, and blond. I pulled the ring off, suddenly tired of the dress-up charade. I left the ring on the nightstand and padded out barefooted, to see Juliet.

I had expected her to be in her room, but she wasn't. Instead, she was sitting on the sofa watching MTV. "Morning sleepy-head!" she called without looking away from the screen.

"What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock, and you know what that means?"

"No," I responded groggily. "But, I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"Time to get ready!" she said ignoring my attitude.

"Juliet we have like three hours before its even decent to get to the club."

"Yeah, I know. I need an hour to get ready and you need two."

"Gee, thanks." I frowned. Two hours? All I had to do was pull on some clothes.

When I told her so, Juliet objected. "No, no we have to find your clothes and see who won the bet."

Oh, I had forgotten all about the bet. Juliet went to a bag and rifled her hands through it. Seconds later, she pulled out a black dot and stomped on it. "I won" she announced. After that, she went from sack to sack and found a total of twenty bags. She stomped on them all.

"I knew you would." I grumbled.

"So did I." She smiled. "Cheer up, I get to pick your outfits."

"Oh joy," I muttered sarcastically.

"That's the spirit." she grinned, looking through the bags for some clothes.

"I'll show you spirit..." I mumbled.

"Would you please stop mumbling. Go get a bath or something. I'll call you when it's time."

"Fine." I said walking into the large bathroom.

Wow, was all that I could think as I looked down into the tub. The tub was large and circular and built into the floor. It was beige with ivory taps and an engraved rim. It was as deep and as wide as a pool. I turned the ivory tap and waited for it to fill. It only took five minutes, which surprised me. The next thing I knew, I was spinning laps and turning flips.

It seems like just seconds later, there was a knock at the door. "Holly, come on out. It's time to get ready."

"Go away." I mumbled from my position in the tub.

"Holly, I swear, if you don't come out than I'm coming in." she threatened. D'arvit. I know that she was serious, so I had no choice.

"Fine, I'm coming." I replied, dragging myself out of the tub. I quickly toweled off, and pulled on one of those soft, plushy robes.

"Finally." Juliet huffed as I stepped out. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked as she drug me down the hall.

"My room, duh." and of course she had to roll her eyes.

"Why?"

"Um, we have to get ready. All of the stuff's in my room."

"Ugh." I groaned. "Do we have to?"

Do you even have to ask?" she countered opening the door leading to her room. Juliet's room was just like mine. The beige and crimson color scheme, the balcony, and the television.

"What should I do?"

"Just sit down and let me make you look ah-mazing."

"Fine" I grumbled sitting in her vanity chair."What do I do now?"

"Well, first you put these on." she grinned tossing something at me.

I caught it instinctively. I glanced down at what I had caught and felt my face flood with color. "You didn't?"

"I didn't mean to. How was I supposed to know they were there?"

Ugh, I internally groaned as I picked up the black, lacy panties she had gotten out of my bag. "Let's keep this between us, shall we?"

"Aw, so you don't want Arty to know about them?"

I blushed at the very thought. "I can explain..." I began.

"Oh no need to explain." Juliet grinned in that sly way of hers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped embarrased.

"It means that you haven't given up hope." she said like she'd said something profound. I must admit, at that moment I really felt like hitting her.

"Okay, I'll bite. Hope for what?"

"Oh. My. Goodness. You don't know what black panties mean?"

"Yeah, I've said it like ten times. Would you explain, please?"

"Fine" she giggled. "Black panties mean that you haven't given up the hope of getting laid yet." (A/n: Does anyone know what this comes from? It's pretty old, but if you get it Arty will give you a hug.)

I blushed bright red. Juliet took that as an indication. "Oooh, I see that blush." she grinned. "May I ask if these are for a certain ex-criminal mastermind?"

"No." I answered too quickly and too defensively. I twirled my hair. (A new habit of mine.) "Why are we talking about my sex life?"

Juliet smiled. "What sex life?"

"Fair enough." I murmered. Here's the point where I own up. I'm totally innocent. I've never...done anything. I've always waited for the right guy, but he just never came along. Not something that I want to share.

"Hahaha, I'm right." she clapped her hands and jumped up and down like a child.

"Kudos. Next topic please?"

"Fine, hmmm I think we should switch out your panties." Uh-oh, I don't like the sound of that.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I think you should wear this." she said pulling out a tiny, black thong.

"There's no way in..." I began.

"Before you continue, I must say that there is nothing wrong with a thong. Besides, it's brand new."

"That's not the point. Thongs are just... gross."

"Ugh, so are you not going to wear one with your outfit?"

"No, I will not."

"Fine, put these on." she said once again tossing the black lacy underwear at me. I quickly pulled them up my legs as Juliet rambled through the huge stack of sacks laid on her bed.

"So what am I wearing?" I asked still twirling my hair.

"You'll see. While you're getting ready... put this on." she said throwing something else. Uh-oh, I thought remembering the last time. Once again, I caught it and this time it was a bra. The matching bra. I slipped it on without further comment. By the time I had turned around, Juliet had my outfit.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I shrugged. "Hit me with your worst."

"Oh, come on Drama Queen." she rolled her eyes. "You'd think I was going to kill you."

"I am not a drama queen." I huffed as she grabbed my hands and towed me away to the beurea.

"Yes you are, but htat's not the point." she said sitting me down. "My point is that I won the bet."

"What?" I asked surprised at this random turn of conversation.

"Duh, the one about Butler's bugs. That means I get to pick your clothes."

"I remember, so go ahead do with me as you wish."

"You talk to Arty too much." she mumbled.

"No I don't" I grinned.

"I guess you're right, you can't talk to your boyfriend too much."

"Not my boyfriend." I sang.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself."

"Can we just get this over with?" I huffed annoyed.

"Fine, but first close your eyes." she said matter of factly.

"Do I have to?" I whined in a very unbecoming way.

"Yes! Now!" she shrieked.

To tell you the truth, I was getting frustrated. "Fine!" I huffed closing my eyes dramatically. Juliet shuffled around me and then moved to the bed.

"Open up." she giggled.

I opened my eyes and was amazed at what I saw. Not a good amazed, but an oh-my-gosh-are-you-crazy amazed. Juliet had put me into a deep green halter top with a plunging neck line and a sash that tied behind my neck. Brilant, dazzling, jeweled sequins flashed all around my shirt. Juliet had put the tiny, black miniskirt on my body. It was tight and figure hugging at the top, but thein it flared out a little at the bottom. It also showed too much. I felt naked. Some women say that it makes them feel powerful, but I just feel weird.

"Juliet, please tell me you're about to say: just kidding." I whined.

"Fraid not. That's your outfit."

"Ugh," I groaned. "I'm never making another bet with you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now I want your imput on something."

"Oh yeah? What?" I asked cautiously.

"Shoes!" she squealed.

"Shoes." I groaned.

A/N:

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