Playing The Player

02 - The Makeover

A/N: hi ya! So before I start this chapter, I would like to day that there will be some type-o's in this story: I am typing it on my iPhone which has those tiny keys. My most common error is typing 'ad' when I meant to type 'and'. Just a heads up XD

Also a pic of Jess' new look in the sidebar ------>

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I bit my finger nails nervously. Chloe and Cameron were whispering to each other in the back seat.

We were currently parked in the Mall's parking lot. What were they talking about? I just had to know.

I cleared my throat. They both turned to me.

I had told the two about what happened with Gia and Scott, and how I wanted to get back at him. They actually thought it was a pretty good idea. However, I needed Chloe to help me be a "girl".

"Can we, you know, get this over with?" I sputter.

"Wait, were discussing what look would fit you best." Chloe turned back to my brother.

I sighed and slumped down in my seat.

What were they going do to me? I was perfectly happy with the way I looked.

Right now, I was wearing faded skinny jeans, a pink T-shirt, blue suspenders, and a gray button up vest.

I glance nervously down at my high-tops; they were worn and dirty, but I loved them.

"Okay," I hear my brother say. The next thing I know, the two of them were hauling me out of my car and into the shopping mall.

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"Try it on," Chloe insisted.

"No."

"Please," Cameron begged.

"No."

"Why not?" The two asked in unison.

"It's too lacy! I don't like the thought of only a thin layer of clothing keeping my body out of view - I like knowing that I had multiple layers of protection."

"You'll have a bra on," Cameron says. Okay, I've had enough. I know this was my idea but this is too much.

Did I really ever think I'd actually go through with this?

I start to walk out but stop. Gia, I thought. She was so delicate and frail, she needed my protecting.

I sighed. "I'll wear it."

Chloe squealed in delight and dragged me over to the dressing rooms, with a great big pile of more frilly, girly clothes in hand.

I picked a changing stall and walked in. Chloe handed me the lacy top and a short, leathery skirt underneath the door.

"Jess," I say to myself, just low enough were only I can hear. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

I did a sharp intake of breath when I was done changing. This skirt was barely covering my ass! There was no way I would actually wear it in public!

I was about to yell at Chloe, but she slipped some shoes under the door.

"Put those on. Let me know if they aren't the right size."

I sighed and slipped the high-heeled wedges onto my feet. I gasped as I nearly feel. Theses shoes elevated me by at least two feet.

"I'm not coming out," I hiss.

"Yes you are," Chloe says.

"Nope," I say, popping the 'P'.

"Jessica Lewis," Chloe starts. "If you don't come out of there this second, I will break that door down and drag you out of there if it kills me. And I will kill you in the process."