My Secret Valentine

Chapter 4 - What's Wrong With Being Confident?

"Maybe I should change my look," I abruptly said. Both Trinity and Bryan stared at me in confusion. We were having a friendly debate about a poll on Twitter when I decided to change the subject. Bryan was stunned and for the first time, he didn't have any rebuttal. Trinity questioned where that statement stemmed from.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I just been thinking about switching up my style is all." I always felt my appearance was bland. I also didn't have a style, so that would be a problem for me. I thought about getting into cosmetics, and dressing more feminine, I wanted to do a complete 180.

"Ooh," Trinity cheered. "So you wanna be all girly now?"

     My eyes rapidly moved as I shyly nodded. Trinity damn near flew off my bed in excitement as Bryan and I cringed.

"I can't imagine you being girly," Bryan said in a playful disgusted tone. "Like," he paused. Assumably, he tried finding words he wanted to say and failed to do so. He remained quiet instead. It was the right choice after all.

        I knew Bryan meant no harm since he was technically right; it would be hard to visualize me being more feminine. If you wanted to sum up my fashion sense then it was safe to say I had more of a boyish style. The last I remember dressing up was when my mother picked out my clothes, thankfully that was epochs ago. I knew if I were to explore my sudden peak in change it would cause a commotion – both my mom and Trinity would relish the day of my shocking transformation.  Hell, I would be bewildered.

       Bryan also feared the potential attention I would pull in my direction even though I had a reasonable amount of doubts. As I've mentioned before he was extremely protective; it was in his nature. If anything were to happen to me, or to anyone he cared for was a heavy price to pay for that person(s). I attested to his need to worry, yet I think his mind joggled everywhere as he may have imagined my appearance to be the same as the girls he was attracted to. Whatever it may have been, the thought of his friends becoming hound dogs frightened him.

       Also, I think he didn't want to see that side of me. It was undoubtedly cringe-worthy.

I stood in front of the mirror and began to imagine the possibility of looking different. "I think she would look amazing," I heard Trinity express.

Bryan stammered over his words, scratching the back of his neck as he shuddered. "Really!? Like make-up? Lipstick? Clothes that fit?"

Trinity nodded.

I turned suddenly, "Hey," I whined.

"No offense," he claimed and I still took offense anyway.

        It was prominent how Trinity was drawn to the idea and she didn't hesitate in asking how sure I was in doing so. I assured her it was only an idea and I was met with uncertainty by them both. Bryan bluntly asked if it had anything to do with the letters I received – that were partially the reason and also I nudged for a change. Was I going to admit the first reasoning out loud? Of course... NOT! I was adamant about it being thoughts, and eventually, he surrendered. I secretly thanked The Lord, and oddly enough, Trinity was quiet. I assumed she was lost for words as well.

"If you're serious about it," she stopped. "Please, please, please let me be your MUA!" She beseeched.

"You are differently going on my TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter —" I interrupted her.

"Does it end?"

Trinity innocently smirked. "Nope" she sang.

"It doesn't sound like I have much of a choice really," I plumped onto the bed. In all honesty, I didn't have any objections since she would have been someone I would task to help me with this conversion anyway. Trinity was insanely pretty, why wouldn't I go to her for help?