Were-magic

Chapter 2

I drug myself down the stairs begrudgingly, my enthusiasm long gone for the day.

''Oh, sweetie it's... cute.'' The slight pause and strain in my mother's voice made me  perk up. I was staring at my mother's back and she turned slowly, reluctant to show me my new school uniform.

I gasped at the outfit in her hands.

The plaid blue, black and white skirt was only thirty centimeters long! And you can tell by the narrow waistband that it was meant to be worn at least above your belly button! By the looks of it, it seemed that it’ll just barely cover  my butt. And the white button up shirt looked way to tight near the chest area. I wasn’t small up there either. In fact my mother was constantly complementing me on my chest, awkward I know, but it's true. I wasn't too small nor too big, and I loved myself either way.

''Mom, I refuse to wear that in public. Hell I even refuse to simply try it on!'' I screamed at her. That outfit was disgusting and probably chosen from some old perverted guy who liked creeping on female students.

''Honey, I know it looks the way it does, but it might be different if you try it on. Maybe we can even tweak it a bit?'' She suggested, I took comfort in the fact that she sounded reluctant to make me try it on also.

"Okay, how about this? If I try it on and even you don't approve, you let me go to the public school with the humans?" I asked, urging her. She sighed.

"We'll see. Now go!" She said, crossing her arms.

She gave me the uniform and I found the closest bathroom, which was just after the kitchen.

I'm not going to lie, the uniform definitely accented my best assets, but if I bent even the slightest bit forward my panties would be showing and my boobs would practically be popping out of my shirt. I looked like a skank!

I slowly stepped out of the bathroom to show my mother. She gasped as well.

''Oh my. Alright well maybe we can try pulling the skirt down a bit and you can wear a black undershirt?” I shook my head at the first suggestion.

''I already tried pulling the skirt down, it won't budge. It's like they customize them to only fit your waist or something.'' I tried again to pull it down with no such luck. The skirt wasn't moving.

''Is it perhaps to tight?'' She asked, trying to find and alternative to my situation.

''No, that's the strange part! It fits perfectly at my waist!'' I screamed. I looked at my mom begging her to change her mind, for her not to send me to that stupid private school with all the werewolves. I wanted to be with humans, not werewolves. Being new to a pack was like social suicide to a werewolf. But with humans, life wasn't so bad as the new girl.

''Then I guess you're going to have to wear tights underneath and an undershirt to cover up your boobs.'' She said, poking me in said boob, trying to lighten the mood.

''Mom!'' I yelled, while smacking her hand away in embarrassment.

''Sorry, sorry. Here why don't you go change, help me unpack the car, then we'll go out to eat?'' She said.

''Fine, but I'm driving!'' I was seventeen, soon to be eighteen, and just got my G2's and I loved to drive! It was almost as thrilling as running. I ran back to the bathroom changed out of my uniform and back into my skinny jeans and black V-neck with my brown curly locks down, and accenting my blue eyes. My outfit made me look even paler than usual because of all the dark colors, but because of my complexion it made my rosy red lips stand out more.

***

Monday morning came way too quickly for my liking. Sunday went by quickly and we had set up our bedrooms and our two bathrooms, and we were almost done putting away our silver-wear and other culinary essentials. Our furniture arrived later yesterday afternoon, and we were going to start rearranging our furniture sometime this week, but right now I was standing in front of my full length mirror staring at my modified uniform. I added a black undershirt to stay with the three main colors – black, white, blue – and I still couldn't find a way to adjust the skirt, so I was wearing black floral, ripped tights. I must admit, though it was still completely skankish, at least cute.

''Melissa, hurry up or you'll be late.'' My mother's voice startled me I applied a little mascara to help accent my blue eyes, and a light layer of gray eye shadow. I brushed my hair and put my curly locks into a messy yet clean bun. I had a few curly strands that hung loose around my face, which was intentional. I ran down the stairs, catching a glimpse at my clock to see I only had 15 minutes to get to school. I grabbed an apple from the kitchen, pulled on my black and white flats, kissed my mom on the cheek and wished her a good day, and was out the door in less than forty-five seconds. I'd much rather be in bed, I knew that sooner or later I would have to go, so I choose to get the inevitable done and over with.