"Do I really have to wear this?," I said rolling my eyes as I came out from her bathroom to reveal me in this dress that was so freaking tight it wasn't even funny.
"Do you have anything at your house you could wear?"
"No," she stared at me like she was thinking.
"Maybe I have something else," she got off her bed and ran to her closet. I watched her searched through clothes, as I stood there in place like a rock. Tight stuff makes me feel naked. "Here you go!," she said giving me these shorts that were so small and this baggy striped black and white checkered shirt.
"Are you trying to make me look slutty?," I said laughing at the outfit she pulled out. I swear she is trying, because those shorts are just so freaking short.
"Well do you want the money," she smirked. I rolled my eyes and took the outfit and went to the bathroom to change into it. First the skin tight dress now the shorts that are just to short. Maybe after the party I'll fit in with people at school so they can call me a whore and a skank. Wonderful. I took off the dress, which seemed like forever to get off. I hate that its so hard to take things off but so easy to put them on. I pulled the shorts on, which they were shorter than I thought. I looked down at my legs and thighs which were revealed. If I weren't myself I'd tell myself that I looked slutty. God. I slipped the baggy shirt on. I actually like this shirt but it covers the shorts. Now it probably looks like I'm wearing nothing under it.
I looked at myself in the mirror; no make up, no pretty face, no nothing. I sighed at the way I looked and opened the bathroom door to show Jessica what she picked out. "Happy with it. Cause I'm not," I said giving a little spin.
"Well it doesn't look so bad."
"It looks bad."
"That's all I have that will fit you and not pants."
"Fine but what am I supposed to do about this," I pointed to my face.
"What about it?"
"I thought you'd probably want to doll me up?"
"Sure, but I'm not going to make you look that much as a slut," she ran to her bathroom then came back out with these black things and lip gloss. "I'm just going to do your eyes and put lip gloss on you." I don't even wear makeup which is sad but I never have and was planning on never wearing it but guess the time comes to wear it sometime in your life.
"Don't poke my eye!," I shouted as she started to apply what she told me was eye liner.
"I won't now stay still!," she demanded. She next applied this liquid black stuff above my eye on my eyelid. She made a curved line with it, going around the tips of my lid. After she put of mascara which I already knew about. Finally she put the pink shinny, see threw lip gloss on me. Telling me to put my lips together and move them side to side.
"Am I done now?"
"Yeah, go look in the bathroom." I got up and hurried to the bathroom wanting to know what I looked like. I stared in the mirror and was surprised at what I looked like. I kinda thought I looked pretty but I surely know the people at the party would find a way to make me feel ugly like they always do. "So are you ready for tonight?"
"I guess," I shrugged coming in her room, flopping on the bed. "I hate you for making me do this."
