Colorado Springs, Colorado
May 4th 2011
Everything started with one mistake and that mistake would change Morgan’s entire life in the blink of an eye.
“Morgan? Are you ready?” Liz called from down the hall to her friend in the bathroom. When there was no answer she walked down the hall and knocked on the door. “Morgan? You ready for the party yet?”
A muffled voice came through the door, but Liz didn’t catch what it said, but it had sounded rather indignant to her ears.
“I didn’t hear that. You wanna open up and tell me?” Liz asked sweetly.
The bathroom door opened just enough for Morgan’s head to pop out.
“There is no way in hell that you are getting me to go to that stupid party in this,” Morgan hissed at her friend.
Liz just smile and it grated on her nerves. Morgan had always been the pretty one out of the two of them, but she had always hid behind her glasses and her books never to go into the outside world. She had dark rich long hair the color of mahogany and almond shaped eyes in the deep color of violets. She was on the tall side for a girl at five ten and not skinny, but lean and lithe. Liz envied her chest as well. At the age of sixteen her best friend was a D cup while she was only a B cup.
But Liz was far from the wall flower she friend was. Liz was fond of the parties and wild things of life while Morgan lived inside a book. Liz however looked nothing like her friend either. She was rather short at five one and skinny with dark blond hair and large bright blue eyes. Pretty, but for from beautiful.
Liz smiled. That didn’t matter; she and her best friend were going to their first party together! Liz knew Morgan couldn’t help who she was and she wouldn’t like the party or the dress apparently.
Morgan popped the door open more and put her hands on her shapely hips and glared at her best (only) friend.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I can’t wear something like this!” She gestured at the dress. It was tight, very black, very showy, super low cut in the front to show off the insides of her breasts and almost showed her butt in the process. It fit just right, but from Morgan’s more traditional view it looked as if she were going to be selling herself on the nearest corner, but when she looked at it through Liz’s eyes it was perfect.
“Why do I have the feeling this is no normal party we’re going to?” she asked Liz. “And what else do you have to wear? I am not going to the party dressed like a hooker.”
“I don’t have anything else,” Liz said sweetly,” And you don’t look like a hooker, you look like a supermodel so quit whining. I wish I could have looked like you. All you have to do is put on some eyeliner and you’ll be perfect!” And Liz did just as she said she would and after the make was put on and Morgan looked in the mirror her eyes widened in surprised.
The girl in the mirror wasn’t her, couldn’t be her.
Morgan had never been vain for why would she be when she had always though herself rather plain, but the girl in the mirror staring back at her did look like a model and she was stunning.
“Make up really does work magic,” she murmured to herself as she leaned toward the mirror to peer more closely at the model.
Suddenly she felt her shyness come back and she looked at her friend with worried eyes.
“You don’t think anyone we know are going to be there do you?”
“Not a chance. I met our dates at the club called Wyld down town last night,” Liz said with a grin. “It must be nice to have this mansion to yourself while your parents are off on a trip to France for a few months. Now that’s freedom!”
“Yeah, freedom,” Morgan scoffed. “They just never wanted a kid. Might as well of tossed me over by now. They have money and me. I’m sure they only wanted the money. No, I know they do.”