Pride Princess

Chapter Two

Soon I heard a demanding knock on my door and I regretfully got out of the steaming shower and rapped a nearby towel around me. My hair hung in wet ringlets around me and I knew I probably looked like a rat that had just made its way out of the sewer.

I ran over to the door and threw it open, only to be bombarded as Jocelyn shoved her way past me and tossed a mound of clothes on my bed. I let out a groan as she snickered at my agitation. I honestly hated dressing up, I preferred some casually outing, like the park opposed to a bar crawl.

The only reason I was willingly doing this was to make it up to the guards for my behavior. Jocelyn shot me a searching look before she said “Give me a second.” She then proceeded to run straight into my walk in closet like hell was on her hells. I couldn’t help but let a giggle escape at her antics. I went into my bathroom and stared at my reflection for a moment.

I magically dried myself off and made some undergarments appear on me. It was hard to imagine life without magic or shifting, and when I thought about one without the other I automatically grew sad. Some would assume I miss used my magic but at this point it was so second nature that using it for mundane tasks was just my usual. I mean it was like using a blow-dryer on your hair, only difference was mine was magic while the other was a common machine.

I heard Jocelyn sing out my name and I headed back into my room. I wasn’t surprised to see she looked perfect, even in the short time span. She was wearing a steel colored sparkling skin tight dress with matching pumps with a pale lipstick that brought out her ice queen look. Her hair was straight as usual, making her look like an intimidating model. Her makeup was a gray smoky eye that brought out her lipstick shade and I couldn’t help the pang of jealously I got from looking at her.

Jocelyn was stunning, always has been and always will be. Standing next to her I felt completely plain Jane, but I quickly squashed the feeling and sent her a wide grin. She tossed me a skin tight black tube top dress that I knew would hug my curves like a glove. She handed me a pair of deep red pumps that I estimated where about five inches tall, maybe more. I stared down at the outfit before glancing up at her with my mouth gaping wide open. She just snickered and before I could argue she screamed “Don’t you love me?!” I sighed in defeat before trudging into the bathroom to put on the ridiculous outfit.

After I slid on the extremely snug fabric I didn’t even bother to look at my reflection, knowing that Jocelyn would want me to wait till she was done. I stuck on the heels and strutted towards the door. I couldn’t help it, whenever I put on high heels I didn’t just walk, I made it look like I was on the runway for some high end fashion show. I laughed at that thought before pushing the door open and plopping down on the chair facing the wall.

Jocelyn immediately lathered some type of substance onto her hands and started scrunching my hair. I didn’t really know what she was doing, but I just relaxed at the feeling of being pampered. She whacked my shoulder and I yelped in surprise. She snickered a little before saying “Dry it.” I sighed before imagining my hair drying naturally, all the water evaporating into the air. I could feel my hair growing larger behind me and I sadly wished she had told me to straighten it. Soon she was in front of me grinning like the Cheshire cat that had just spotted Alice.

I closed my eyes and soon my lids were assaulted with eye shadows and applied with many types of brushes. I felt her apply blush to my cheekbones before painting on some type of lipstick. I opened my eyes and saw her brush my lashes with three different brands of mascara. After that she crimped it and I winced at what I would look like. After Jocelyn looked me over she nodded her head, happy with her work. She spun me around in my chair and I let out a startled gasp. In front of me was a girl I hadn’t ever seen before. She was dark and sultry, oozing desire without even trying.