Victoria's Secret Undercover Model

CHAPTER 2: First impressions.

WARNING: I DID NOT PRROOF READ 

CHAPTER 2: FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

Being a girl is hard. Specially one you never asked to be.

It's way easier to be a boy. You wouldn't have to worry about makeup, hair, nails, clothes or anything at all. Boys have it all easy when it comes to those things because no one cares about them in society, they all judge women by the way they dress, speak, look, act, etc.

To me, the fact that I was no longer the woman I was five hours ago terrified me. I could see all my assets, my good parts and it seemed as if I did not have a single bad thing.

From having thick eyebrows, they were now small and defined. From having a mustache,  it was now completely gone. From ugly and frizzy hair, it was smooth now.

I don't know what it is that the beauty crew had to do, but within five hours they transformed the old Chloe into a new one. I am pretty damn sure that if you knew me well, you would never recognize me at all. The difference was huge, and although I did not want to admit it... I even felt pretty.

Where did that came from? Did they also do a makeover in my bitch attitude?

Nah.

"Now, Bella Chloe. From now on you will have to go to a beauty salon in L.A so that I can work on you as much as I can." Paolo said.

"Problem is... We're in New York." I said.

"That only means that you'll move to L.A. Where did you expect the Mansion to be at?"

"Anywhere. No one cares about all those bitches anyway, they're just a version of a stripper that got an upgrade." I responded.

Paolo shot a dirty look my way while Daniels started laughing.

Honey, if dirty looks killed, I would be buried a long time ago.

"You dare to say that in front of the girls and you're dead." Paolo warned.

"I would so do it."

"You can't. You are now a stripper that got an upgrade." He said with stupid smirk on his face.

Daniels started laughing again which made me want to hit him where the sun doesn't shine. Now that I am a little flower I have to act like I am okay with the stupidity that Daniels carries within himself, apparently I have to be more stupid than he is and trust me, that is way too much stupidity.

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I can't complain about the flight to Los Angeles. I was in first class and treated like a princess, the whole way I was lectured by this old woman named Margarita on how to speak to people and how to act in front of cameras and the people they dare to call "Elites."

Apparently the words "Yo," "Gg," "Clutch," "Og," and many others are restricted to answer any type of question. I have to answer on full sentences. 

Come on, what is this? First grade?

After getting off the plane, we went directly to the hotel and straight to my room to sleep. For some odd reason all I could dream about was my mother. What would she do without me? Are nurses going to take care well? Will I be able to pull this off for her? The bills can't pay themselves and the chemos were not helping me at all.

At six in the morning, Margarita walked in my room and started yelling in spanish for me to wake up and threatened me to throw freezing water on me if I did not wake up immediately. When I finally woke up she lectured me some more about how I need to be perfect today since I'm moving in the mansion and I can't mess up with anyone or anything at all.