Part 16

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Bubbles POV:

After school we all headed over to blossom's dorm. I brought some of my clothes and Buttercup brought— why the heck did she bright a suitcase? Has she not even unpacked yet?!

"Okay! So I was thinking about wearing a dress and—"

"Noopppeee!" Buttercup cuts me off and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, dress to a college party?"

"What's wrong with that? I was gonna wear a skirt." Blossom crosses her arms over her chest and pops her hip.

"What's wrong with that? Blossom! It's a college party! And I did some research about 103's residences... you do not want to wear a skirt or dress." Buttercup frowns and walks over to Blossom's closet. "Alright, you've never been to one of these parties—"

"And you have?" Blossom rolls her eyes.

"Duh, I was friends with Maylyn. Anyways! Blossom, you should wear red. I have a pair of fishnet tights you could wear underneath shorts."

"But won't it be cold?" I ask.

"Yes, but you're gonna get drunk and you'll be fine." Buttercup tossed Blossom a red long sleeve shirt and a pair of black shorts. She walked over to her suitcase and got out the fishnets she was talking about. "Bubbles, what else did ya bring?"

I smile and start naming off everything I brought. "Ripped jeans, a fluffy white coat thing, black leggings, a white striped shirt, a crop top that's made from jeans—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's great. Do the jean shirt and pants with that fluffy coat thing."

I grabbed what she told me and walked into Blossom's bathroom to change. I loved how each of our dorm rooms were unique. Mine has two bathrooms so Boomer and I get our own, Blossom's has bathrooms attached to the bedrooms, and Buttercups only has one. That must suck having to share with someone.

When I walk out I see that we're all dressed. "Wow..." I mutter. Blossom looks so different.

 Blossom looks so different

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I look over myself in the mirror and gasp. "Oh. My. God."

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