Mission "Makeover"

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I sat in a chair at the first store Liz and I entered as that little maniac kept piling up clothes for me to try on. After about 30 minutes of pure boredom Liz was finished with this shop, and was already  dragging me to the fitting room. I stood in the little square room with a body mirror and started organizing the clothes. My eyes widened at the first couple of things my "sister" chose for me. Did she really think I was going to wear that?

All of the stuff she chose for me were so short and tight. I know that makeover is supposed to make me look different but not trashy.I was the kind of girl who usually made fun of the whores in our school. I could never picture myself sleeping around with so many guys. It's just so unlike me.I'm the goody two shoes girl, but I like bad boys. Complicated, I know. 

After going through all the clothes and eliminating the ones that I was sure were a no no I was left with only a couple of items. I tried them on and to my surprise I actually liked it. I looked different, but good different.It made me look like an improved version of myself. 

The first outfit I tried on were short white shorts and a light pink tank top with graphics on the front. It was a picture of boots with some glitter here and there. I liked it, I never realized I had such long and skinny legs. Do I sound conceited? Probably yes, but to be honest; I didn't care.It's the time I finally think about myself.

I showed myself to Liz and got an approving thumbs up with a big smile. Time for the next outfit.

I quickly took off the shorts and tank top and put it in the "yes" pile. Next thing I tried on showed off my body even more. It was a short, strapless, floral romper with a light washed denim vest. I actually liked the things Liz chose for me, like I said she has a great style.Well after all she does want to work in the fashion industry.   

After trying on all of the stuff, I decided on three outfits. The shirts with the tank top, the romper with the vest, and ver tight light washed skinny jeans with a white off the shoulder top. Liz was dissapointed that I only chose those three outfits and it took me another 15 minutes to explain to her why. Appearantly she didn't understand what being self concious means and didn't want to let it  go. Her taurus characteristics kicking in.

After 20 minutes of arguing and earing ourselves a couple of dirty looks from the laies walking by Liz let it go. And I got my way, which happened very rarely. I went to the register and the cashier scanned my items while eyeing me suspiciously. She probably thought I couldn't afford all of this. Well I'll show her.

The total came up to be $210, without thinking twice I took out my debit card and payed. She looked away in shock and embarrassment. Yeah that will teach her not to judge people by looks.

After going through a few more shops, and buying way more clothes and shoes we were exhausted. We decided to start walking to the exit when we passed by a hair salon. Liz stopped dead in her tracks, stared at the sign that read; HEAVENLY SALON and sharply turned my way,   looked at me and smiled lightly, I smiled back immediately.

-" Are you thinkIng what I'm thinking?"

" I think so."

With that she grabbed my hand and we ran in the salon. It was filled with wanna be barbies getting their hair done. I looked like an outcast, but hey there's a first time for everything. I'm not saying I've never been to a hair salon it's just not a hangout spot for me.

We were greeted by a man named Antonio, who was clearly interested in boys. He wore a light pink shirt, and his hair was gelled up, forming little spikes on top of his handsome face. His blue eyes sparkled and I was masmerized by his beauty. Yes beauty, who know a guy could be beautiful. He looked like such a sweet person.

He led me to a chair and tied a black robe around my neck, asking me what I want to do with my hair today. I didn't have a chance to respond before Liz cut in and told him to do anything he thinks will look good on me. I had to agree, this man did have style, so I guess putting my trust in him wasn't such a terrible idea.

After 45 minutes of washing, cutting, blow drying and styling I was allowed to finally look in the mirror.

Liz blindfolded me ! Can you believe it ?!

Well when I looked at the reflection I had to touch myself to see if it's really me. The person staring back at me was completely different.

I had my hair down to the middle of my back, and side bangs. My hair was curled and they were so shiny. I actually looked pretty for once.