One of the Guys

Change

"Okay! Time to look through your wardrobe first!" I groaned. What am I getting myself into??

She searched through my clothes and turned around, giving me a glare. "Is there anything in here besides boy shorts and jeans??" She questioned. I shook my head. "That's all I wear."

'Yeah, we're getting rid of all of this."

"No you're not!!!" She crossed her arms. "Don't you wanna change your appearance?" She asked. I nodded my head. "Then hand them over and they're going away." I groaned but handed her my basketball shorts, jeans, and regular shorts.

She looked at my shoes next. "Okay, so what I'm concluding here is all you have are boy sneakers??" I nodded my head. "Yup."

"Okay! Moving on!! Makeup! Do you have any makeup?" I scoffed. "Like I'd own crap like that."

"Looks like we're going to have to do a lot of shopping."

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"Tasha! You are not making me put those on!!!" I huffed, running away like a little kid. "Aubrey! Get over here and try these shoes on!!"

"I'm not putting on those life threatening things!!" I screamed as I ran into the Men's section. This is more like it. I thought as u casually walked around and picked out a few pairs. While I was in the checkout, Tasha ended up yanking the shoes out of grasp. "Hey!" I shouted ripping the shoes out of her hands. I gave them to the cashier and paid for them before she tried something.

When I walked out of the store into the food court, she looked at me and frowned. "What?" I asked as I sipped some of my coke. She rolled her eyes. "You said you wanted to change your look, but you won't let me do it."

"I am letting you do it, just not with certain things. Like those death traps you call shoes."

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"Look in the mirror!!" She screeched. I let her pick out my outfit and she held me against my will until she put some kind of makeup on my face. At least I still get to wear all of my shoes.
I reluctantly looked at myself in the mirror and stood in awe. She really did a good job. "So, what do you think?" She asked, excitement clearly laced in her voice.

"Not a big fan of the makeup but the outfit is cool." She made a 'pft' sound and put her hand on her hip. "Girl, you know your outfit on fleek." I burst into laughter. "Now, that hair of yours is another thing.." She said as she yanked the hair tie out of my head. Leaving my hair down instead of the sloppy braid bun I usually have.

After two hours of hair pulling and get screamed at, she finally said she was done. She straightened my hair and put a clip on the side with a head band. It was okay I guess..

"Okay! Ready to show off your new look at the party tonight?"
I shrugged.

"I guess so..."