Who Do You Choose?

Chapter Three - Appearance is Everything

Keira

Right after school ended, Ebony pulled me to the parking lot. She practically opened my car's door and shoved me in. Then she tossed me my keys.

"Follow my car." Next thing I know, we were at the mall. Ebony was pulling me into all of the clothes stores, not any of the stores I wanted to go in. We went into Aeropostale, Hollister, and all those other stores. When we were in Abercrombie and Fitch, I smelt the cologne Cameron wears. Despite going in all those stores, we didn't buy a single thing. Ebony had taken me in there to show me what not to wear to a party. She describes those stores as guy stores. For guys, wearing a plain colored shirt and blue jeans is considered hot, especially if the shirt it tight. For girls, that is looked down upon. We are supposed to dress all cutesy. That was the stereotype. Finally, Ebony pulled me into a shop where she said we would definitely buy things. I was just relieved to be at a store where I wouldn't get a lecture, until I looked at the name of the store.

"Hell no! We are not going in there!"

Ebony rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, we are!"

"No, we are not!"

"Listen hear, Keira. This store is full of stuff guys would love to see you wear."

"Everything is so expensive in there though! Plus, I'm too fat to fit into those clothes anyways!"

"No, you are not. Plus, I will pay for most of it."

"You really want me to go to that party; don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do!"

"Fine!" After that one word left my mouth, Ebony grabbed my wrist and pulled me into Victoria's Secret.

She pulled me straight to the underwear section. "Okay. Pick out something. I will judge your choices."

I was hesitant because I usually don't pick out all this fancy underwear. That wasn't me. That was a prostitute's job. However, I didn't have a choice, so I moved to the panties. Right when I did, Ebony grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

I stated at her in confusion. "I'm doing what you told me to. I'm picking out underwear."

She looked at like I was the stupidest person in the world. "Keira, let me tell you this. When I said pick out some underwear, I mean those over there." She pointed to a stand about five feet away. I turned and saw what kind of underwear she was looking at. I felt a blush creep onto my face.

"You mean those over there? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

"But I don't know about them."

She threw her hands up in frustration. "Ugh! What is wrong with you?! It is a thong! What is so complicated about it. You put it on the exact same way you put on your granny panties, but instead of there being so much extra fabric you could make a dress out of, there is a thin strap that goes up your ass! There isn't any extra fabric, which means you are less likely to get them all bunched up! I'm pretty sure that is what Cameron said to you, am I right?"

I felt my cheeks turn even redder when she mentioned Cameron while we were in this store.

"I'm not wearing one!"

"Why not?! They aren't that bad, and most importantly, they look sexy as hell!"

I picked one up and looked at the price tag. The price for a thong was about fourty dollars. Yeah right! I'm not paying that much for a piece of string to go up my ass!