The Otaku and The Prince

Make-over

I sat in front of my standing mirror holding a flat iron to my hair.

I stared emptily at my reflection as I straightened my hair. Behind me my TV was on with an anime playing. I didn't even know what I put on, mostly I just turned in on to back noise as I vacantly straightened my hair.

I don't know.

I just suddenly had the urge.

It took a while, by the time I was done it was almost three in the morning. I stared at my reflection. My hair reached the curve of my waist, I scooted even closer and grabbed the makeup bag that was to the side and poured it in front of me and took off my glasses.

I'd never done make up before.

When I was done I looked like shit so I wiped it off and tried again and again. I stared, tired, at myself. I'd done my brows, cat-eye liner, mascara, and contoured my face until I didn't even recognize myself anymore.

My alarm went off, I reached for my phone and slid it to cancel it. The time was seven a.m. I looked towards the window and noticed a blue hue streaming through.

I stood up and went to my dresser, searching for clothes to wear.

I grabbed the high waist, black jeans that Alison had made me bought, threw it on and grabbed a long sleeved, black crop top. I stood in front of my mirror and stared at the stranger staring back at me. I ran my fingers through my long, raven black hair and studied my body in the tight clothes. It fitted me perfectly, bringing out all my curves. I turned to the side.... my stomach was tiny. Alerting me that I barely ate anything for the past few weeks. My back curved to form my large butt that everyone seemed to admire.

With my glasses on I looked like one of those tumblr girls that thought nerdy was cute but was dumb as hell.

Not me at all.

Did I have contacts? I'm pretty sure mom got me some... I searched around my room and finally found them on the top part of my dresser, unopened. I hated contacts but I'll try something different. I took off my glasses and replaced them with the contacts. At first it burned but I managed to get them in without ruining the makeup. I blinked a few times but finally my eyes adjusted and I looked at the being staring back at me.

I stepped back, gulped, put on some socks and then grabbed my Soul Eater shoes. It had Death the Kid on each side. I grabbed my black and blue cardigan (It took a minute to find it) and then left my room, walked downstairs, ignored the shock looks on everyone's face, grabbed some bacon, then promptly left the house and stepped out into the chilly air.

****

I walked fearlessly down the hall.

A few people turned their heads, I didn't care. I went straight to my locker to grab my first period book.

"Holy shit."

I knew the voice before she popped up beside me.

I turned to Ria who was giving me the one up. "Choca?"

I unlocked my locker, "What?" I asked as I grabbed my book.

"What?" She repeated, shocked. "What do you mean, 'what', do you see how you're dressed?"

I turned to her, dead serious. "Yes."

"Oh my God, even your makeup... I didn't even think you knew how to put it on?"

It took a few hours...

I shrugged.

"You look hot." She exclaimed, "Your hair is better than mine! Jeez."