Shoot your shot

Emma

" Do I really have to do this?"

" yes"

" If I say no?"

" Then I won't speak to you ever again"

" That's a bit harsh Lauren"

" Please Em! You've got the perfect look I need for this outfit. Pretty please with a cherry on top!!"

" Fine- but you owe me. I don't mean you owe me just one coffee, I mean you owe me Dinner with starters, main and dessert!"

" Deal. I love you".

I plonked myself down in front of my dressing table while Lauren got to work on me.  She had been asked to promote this new fashion brand on her instagram page and she felt the clothes would look better on me than her. Lauren had a more mature, fuller figure and didn't feel it fit with the outfit. So here I was. Having a mini makeover so Lauren could post me all over her Instagram. The idea filled me with dread but I stayed away from the gram as much as possible, only dipping in on occasion.  I most definitely will not be letting her tag me in this post. I would have the trolls come at me in full force.

Lauren covered the mirror as she thought it would be a nice surprise for me to see myself glammed up. I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was. It would hardly be the make over of the year but I agreed so she would stop talking.

" Honestly Em- you have no idea how beautiful you are and the potential you have! "

"  Lauren, I am happy just how I am thanks. I like going unnoticed" I said, meaning every word.

" Come on Em- what's it, like one year since you slept with Simon? You must be desperate for a shag!"

" Firstly, keep your fucking voice down. My mum is downstairs and I do not need her knowing about my sex life or lack there of which , knowing my strange mum, she will probably be more concerned with."

" Well, all I am saying is that there are others out there who are not like Simon. You can have a no strings relationship and just have sex if you're scared of getting hurt. Your vagina might close up.."

" Ok. I'm going to stop you there. My vagina is not going to seal itself shut because I haven't got laid in a year. I don't want to waste my time on idiots anymore. Could I use a shag? Desperately. Do I want to just hook up with a random person? No. I can wait until Uni where the boys are more mature, thanks". Lauren gave me a pitying look then silently continued with my hair and makeup.

**

A fricking hour later Lauren finally finished my hair and makeup and  handed me the outfit I was to model. I gazed down at it. A pair of wide leg trousers and crop top. It looked cute. I mean, it was the type of outfit I would see on a girl and think she looked really stylish, but never in a million years opt to wear it myself.  I stripped down to my underwear and pulled on the cream wide leg trousers and black crop top. Lauren started putting rings on my fingers and bracelets on me. Finally she handed me some black wedges and stood back from me, scanning me from head to toe with a frown on her face. God, I bet I looked shit and this was not how she wanted me to look. Suddenly Lauren spoke.

" I am a creative genius. You look like an actual model Em. Are you ready for the reveal?" She was clapping her hands together in an otter-like fashion.  I grimaced at her ridiculous behaviour then edged towards the mirror.

I waited for Lauren to uncover my full length mirror and almost gasped when I saw myself. I looked..... beautiful.  My eyes looked amazing. Lauren had used a beautiful brown and gold colour palette and lined them with a black winged liner. It made them look sexy, something that I have never seen my eyes look before. My olive skin looked flawless, my cheekbones defined in a way they have never been. My lips looked perfect. A nice deep pink making them look lushious. My hair... well, she had curled it then brushed it out causing it to elegantly cascade down my back.  The tips of my hair were blonde from old highlights growing out, but it worked. It suited the super stylish outfit. My figure looked elegant but sexy in the outfit.