After agreeing to what may be the best -but riskiest- plan in history, I meet up with Megan and Carlena to go to Carlena's place. "How far's your house?" I ask, my feet getting tired with walking, and my shoulders screaming from the excessive weight of my bookbag.
"Not that far", she says and waves me off. "It's just around this corner". We trudge our way around the corner, praying that we can stop soon. From the looks of it, this is my house street too.
"Hey Carlena?" I ask warily.
"Yeah?" she asks, typing on her phone.
"Can I go to my house to drop off my bag?" I ask as we reach the front steps of her house.
"How far away is your house?" she asks. "We have no time to waste!" I laugh. Clearly, she hasn't caught on as fast as I did. We're literally right next to each other.
"Like thirty seconds," I joke. She stops what she's doing, her keys still in the keyhole.
"You mean," she starts. "You're the family next door?!" I nod. "Hell yes! I'm so tired of being next to old people". She takes the keys out of the door and opens it. "Alright. Thirty seconds. Don't waste it". I sprint to my house and swing open the door.
"Hi mom!" I yell to wherever she is in the house. "Gonna be next door! I'll be back before curfew!" I slam the door and race over to Carlena's. Following the strong smell of her perfume, I race up the stairs to her room. Seeing her pink zebra bed, I plop down in exhaustion.
"Tsk tsk tsk", Carlena says, shaking her head. "Forty-five seconds. Fifteen minutes late missy". I groan, rolling over on her pillows.
"I'm here aren't I?" I say Megan slaps me playfully. "Hey! What was that for?"
"That's for the sass you just gave us", she says. "And to think! We were going to help you take him down and do this crazy plan!"
"Excuse me?" I ask with more sass than before. "I believe I was peer-pressured into this whole tabacle!" She laughs, knowing I got her there.
"Hey!" Carlena interrupts. "Are we gonna get started or what?" We nod and turn to face her. "Okay. Now that I have your attention, I believe someone in this room has a makeover to go through right now". Megan nods eagerly, pulling out beauty products from Carlena's vanity.
"Um, what do you mean 'makeover'?" I ask, unsure of whether or not to trust Megan with hot things. I have her as a science partner. Let's just say that she turned on the bunsen burner so high, our solution bubbled over and hardened on it. Didn't know it was possible, but it is.
"Makeover?" Megan repeats slowly. "When a girl gets made over. Hence the term 'makeover'". She tosses her hair. "And you're in AP English. Even I know that". I roll my eyes.
"I know what it means! I just don't know why I need one". The shake their heads and chuckle lightly.
"No offense Sweetie", Carlena says. "But you can't go to a party dressed like that". I look down. What I had on now was fine. Converse sneakers, black short (but not slutty) shorts, and my pink Infinity crop top with a white tank underneath.
"What's wrong with this?" I ask, slightly offended.
"Nothing", Megan says. "It's just that it's not the right outfit for a party. Especially a Sam Wilkinson party".
"Then what does one wear to a Sam Wilkinson party?" I say, giving up on the fight about my clothes. Carlena runs into her closet and back out with an outfit I would never wear in a million years. Hanging on the hanger in her hands was a higher-than-mid-thigh skin tight black dress. Dangling from her other hand, five inch fire engine red heels. "Oh Hell to the no!" I say, putting my hands up. "There's no way that I'm going to wear that, let alone fit that! I'm pretty sure that's a child size dress!" Carlena rolls her eyes and throws the dress at me.
"Oh calm down, Drama Queen!" she says. "It stretches, and I'll have you know, it's a size 6 in teens!"
"You sure about that?" I ask, testing the 'stretchiness' of the fabric. What is this? Latex?
"Yes. Now, stop your complaining and put the damn dress on!" Against my will, I get up from her bed and trudge to her bathroom. Looking at my reflection in her mirror, I sigh. This is last time (Y/N) will look normal until tomorrow. I remove my clothes, leaving me in my strapless black bra and panties. I shimmy into the dress with a struggle, almost falling to the floor. How does Carlena do this? And for a dress so sleek looking, it's a workout to get in. This better be worth it. "You done?" Carlena asks through the door. I open the door to see Meg and Car wide eyed. "Am I magician? Cause abraca-dayyuum I'm magic!" I roll my eyes and sit down at the vanity while Meg claps at the sudden change. She walks over to me and squeezes my shoulders.
"You ready for this?" she asks, curling iron in her hands. I take a deep breath and swallow down my fear.
"As ready as I'll ever be".
"That's the spirit!" she cheers and spis me away from the mirror.
***LOTS OF CURLING AND MAKEUP LATER***
"And ta da!" she says, clapping her hands in excitement. "The master is finished!" Carlena walks out of the bathroom in a new outfit. Booty shorts and black, fitted tank top under a purple studded leather jacket. Looking at me, her mouth hangs open a bit, then smirks.
"Well damn!"she says, high fiving Megan. "We make some awesome fairy god mothers!"
"Yeah yeah yeah", I say, becoming anxious with suspense of my new look. "You guys can be fairies later. Just let me see what you did to me".
"Well gosh", Meg says. "No need for that tude of yours". She spins me around to face my reflection. My mouth hangs open a little.
"Damn", I say softly. It's like I took a complete 360 degree change. My hair falls just like the girls you see on tumblr. Perfect ringlets frame my face, bouncing as a shake my head lightly. My eyes become more hazel than they were before with the amazing 'movie star' smokey eye Meg did. Who knew she was a whiz at this? My lips were a deep cherry red, glossy in the lights around the mirror. I looked different. A good different. And I liked it that way.
"Well?" Meg asks, nervous of my reaction.
"I love it! Meg, you're amazing!" I slide on the heels and stand up, fixing the latex that is my dress.
"I know," she says, flipping her hair.
"Okay!" Carlena says, clapping to get our attention. "Now that we look like foxy bitches, let's go!" For once since this plan has been hatched, I actually feel confident in this working.
"Yeah!" I say, flipping my hair like a model. "Let's snap some heart strings!"
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Magcon Imagines
Hayran KurguWithin this lovely book are imagines about the oh-so-sexy Magcon boys. Hopefully you like them cause they're about them so who wouldn't? Request if you want an imagine in the comments below and I'll get started right away! Hope you enjoy your stay...
