Seandra Lea Jones Is A Tomboy

7. One Good Dicking

"So you wanna be a hot girl?"

I immediately made a face, raising my hand and making a so/so gesture, "More a warm girl. Hell, I'll settle for girl." I told Susie, adding a smile because I knew I was being difficult.

She rolled her eyes, "Hot girl it is." She clapped before placing her hands on her hips and eyeing me. I stayed seated on her bed, admiring the tattoos that ran up her arms and across her chest. The dragons tail that curled up onto her neck was honestly my favorite piece. She had her dark hair piled on her head and a glittery shadow on her eyelids. She smacked her lips, "I think you can pull it off."

I raised an eyebrow, "Pull what off?"

She grinned conspiratorially before turning on her heel and disappearing into her closet.

My stomach turned, "Pull what off, Soos?" I called, of course still getting no response.

We were going to the club tonight, step one of me finding myself as a sexy woman thing. I know I'm a woman and I know I can look sexy - I just never have pictured myself as sexy. I was always the cute one due to my round face and full cheeks. Now-a-days I'm the other one, usually ignored because I'm not a super famous football player or a hottie in a tiny sparkly dress and heels. Heels I want so badly to wear but I always talk myself out of it because I feel like I'm doing too much, or worse, I'm trying to please my mother.

However, once I asked Susie to make me over, I decided to set my mommy issues aside. This make over isn't for her, it's for me. I deserve to be ogled and appreciated for my beauty for once cause clearly no man is beating down my door to date me cause of my work ethic... an ethic which is commendable at best.

Like five minutes later Susie emerged from her closet with something sparkly behind her back. She smiled at me, "Hey pretty lady."

I groaned, flipping over onto her bed. "What are you about to make me wear?"

She laughed, tossing the clothing at me, it fluttered and landed softly over my face. "Just put it on and don't ask questions.

I sat up, grabbing the dress and trying to find the top of it so I could see what it is. I frowned when I couldn't find it, "What if I don't know how to put it on?"

"Than you're problem isn't embracing your inner sex kitten, you're problem is getting through every day life." Susie informed me before stepping into the bathroom.

I made a face, wanting so badly to cancel on our plans, go home and join Shep and Danny for an evening of tacos, beer and UFC Cage fighting. But then I heard Mrs. P and Garrett judging me for my lack of a love life, I heard homegirl from the party calling me homely and I heard my older sister saying I might as well be a boy and decided to prove them all wrong. I can get cute! I can flirt with a boy! I can go on a date!

Oh, fuck. No I can't. I thought, realizing ten minutes in I'm not built for the club. Definitely not in these six inch heels. For one, I could barely walk. For two, this sparkly, deep v, romper Susie put me in was riding up in all the wrong places. I was hot, my chest was cold and my feet were aching. I thugged it out, two stepping to Usher for a few more seconds, but then some girl who had been jumping to every song's wedge smashed into my foot. I cursed, giving the girl a shove before making my way to the bar.

Thankfully, I found a seat off to the side, I settled in with a huff.

"I owe you five bucks."

I side eyed the rando who decided to talk to me, registering late that he was actually cute. "I'm not giving you head," I said, slightly out of breath, willing a glass of water to appear before me.