Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 6

~Six~

"This one. This one. These. Those! And that!" She gave me a bundle of shirts. I was carrying them around the store, my arms felt like they were seconds away from breaking.

I wasn't the strongest person around. I mean I looked like a noodle. My arms were really long and lanky, and my legs were just massively long. I looked like Jack Skeleton, but, a bit tanner.

"Do we really need all these?" I asked, my arms began to ache.

"Yes. Just trust me alright. You'll look great, now go try them on." She pushed me into the changing room.

I was nervous to say the least. I've never been without my whole vest, tie, or collared shirt. As if it were an instinct I pulled the collar of my shirt away from my neck.

"Oh jeez, now my collar's chaffing." I looked down at my body. There wasn't anything underneath these clothes. Nothing special. No one found me attractive. I was the geek. The nerd. The loser...

'Come on Marcel! You can do this!' My inner self told me.

I pulled my shirt off and stopped. The mirror didn't help me at all.

Lanky. Scrawny. Repulsive. Nauseating.

"Marcel hurry up!" Joanna's voice rang through the entire changing room.

I slipped on a tee shirt that had the word 'Ramones' on the front of it, and some black jeans Joanna gave me. The shirt was comfy but the jeans were skin tight, I thought I was suffocating.

I looked myself over.

"Oh god, I look like Harry." Everything matched, but my glasses and hair. Yes, we were twins, but we were completely different. Personality and dress wise.

I walked out of the changing room and waited for a reaction. She was standing by a guy who was obviously flirting with her. She hasn't noticed m yet, so I just stood there awkwardly. I turned to see two girls giggling and pointing towards me. My cheeks flushed and I shyly smiled back at them.

"You look great!" Joanna clapped her hands and jumped up and down."That looks amazing on you! I did you well." She looked pleased, the smile on her face grew.

"Thanks. Those girls seem to like it too." I turned to see the two girls cower away in fear. I focused on their gaze and they were looking at Joanna.

"Get. Away. He's with me." The two girls scurried out of the boutique. I didn't know why she was being so rude, I mean she was just helping me rise my stigma. Nothing was wrong, and those girls were pretty cute. I couldn't comprehend that they actually looked at me. It made me feel a bit self conscious, but the way they looked at me made me feel better. Maybe I could do this.

"Alright. Well you look hot so the others should fit and look just as great. Grab them and then we can go pay." Her facial features made her look mad. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was a little red. I didn't know whether or not she was mad at me or the other girls. They were just being friendly, nothing else.

I grabbed the rest of the clothes she got me and met her at the cashier. She took her credit card out and I was shocked she was going to pay. "You don't have to do that. I can pay for them."

"Don't be ridiculous. It's on me. I mean I'm the one whose changing you. Let me pay." She gave the card to the attendant. She rang up the clothes and put them in bags. We walked out and she grabbed my hand in hers.

"W-what are you doing?"

"There's people from school here. If they see you holding my hand, they'll think better of you. Now come on, hold it." She held a strong grip. I didn't know how to react to this gesture. Hand holding was not one of my stronger qualities, so my hand was getting sweaty.

"Alright, now let's go get you some shoes, some contacts, and then some hair product, other than the gel you put on." I nodded, not knowing what else to do. We walked down the mall and as soon as we got to the food court, we saw people from our school. She pulled me along, not bothering to stop and we stopped at a Lens Crafter. "Okay, well I made you an appointment, so you should be up in a bit."

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"Alright sir, you're prescription should be ready by noon." The optometrist told me and handed me a receipt. "Bring that when you pick up your contacts understand?" I gave a simple nod and Joanna and I headed to yet another store.

"Ok now we need to do something with your hair." She looked up at my hair. "How does Harry do his hair?" She suddenly asked.

"Well he does this shake thing. He puts his head down and then shakes it to the left or right. I haven't actually payed attention to the direction."

"Alright well, you cant look exactly like you brother, so why don't we go for a bit of a quiff style." She ran her hand through my hair.

I don't know if I was being pathetic, but I would do anything for this girl. If she wanted me change I would. If she wanted to play with my hair she could. If she wanted me to get tattoos, I would. It's like my crush on Amie had vanished in a time span of a day.

Speaking of Amie, I really need to talk to her... About everything.

We walked around the mall for about another couple of hours. We got my prescription and then we headed to the exit, our hands intertwined.

"M-Marcel?" I heard a voice come from behind us. A voice I recognized from anywhere.

Amie.

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