Getting Ready

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by completelarry

by completelarry

Today, I've stacked toilet paper rolls. I have taken them down and put them back up in new formations. I have lined them up package by package going from ultra-plush three ply to the kind they use in outhouses. It's not because I have vengeance against toilet paper companies or my job at convience stores but rather that I'm quite anxious and need to constantly occupy myself or I might burst. Today is the day that I go out to a real club. I've gone to many local parties before, sure, but never to a place with all strangers. The place that Abby is taking me to is this ritzy, exclusive place too. I knock down another tower of rolled cushy paper and start rebuilding.

"Alaska! What are you doing?" I'm frozen cross-legged on the floor, holding up a pack of Charmin like a golden chalice, looking like an idiot. Perfect.

"Stacking, uh. Making toiletries appear presentable and fit for the consumers attention?"

My boss shakes her head, letting her black hair fall in front of her face. "Listen, I appreciate your effort but I really need you to do some actual work. Dairy needs a lot of restocking, could you do that?"
I agree and pick myself up off the floor. "Alaska? Just letting you know, any other day I'd be glad to let you goof off, I appreciate all the effort you usually put in here but today I just need you to focus." I nod and turn back to do actual work.

I've got the house to myself for two days while Brent goes out of town with his boyfriend. I'm quite enjoying it, television and mac & cheese is about all I need to be happy. I'm in the middle of some odd game show when someone pounds on my apartment door only to swing it open a second later.

"WHATSUP BITCH!" Abby screams from the hall. I jump up and run over to the wall where she has just smashed a doorknob-sized hole. "Aw, shit. Man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, whatever. Why are you here? It's only six. Why are you drunk already?"

"Listen, listen up." She stumbles over to the kitchen and pulls out another mickey which I quickly take away. "We need to get you ready for the club! Yay!" She starts doing a mix of the mashed potato and the tootsie roll and hums some kind of pop tune. I grab her wrists, trying to make her stop this embarassing show but she continues and hums louder.

"Settle down, settle down. I am ready." Evidently, me saying this is what makes her stop. She cocks an eyebrow at me and looks me up and down. I'm wearing a men's T-shirt and leggings with my hair in a tight bun. I thought I looked kind of like an artsy painter girl. "Well what? would you rather I wear minidresses and all black makeup?"

"No, that's my style. Don't you dare think of stealing my look you toe!" She says, storming off to my room. "Let's see what you have in this wardrobe of yours." By this point I've realized that there is no use in fighting her so I sit on my bed as she rummages through my closet and dressers. "What the fuck is all of this?! Boring. Boring. Boring. What the hell?" She pulls out a grey pleated schoolgirl skirt.

"It looks good with sweater vests."

"Sweater vests!? Okay, you're in crisis. Boring. Boring. Boring..." She stops talking and pulls out a tight navy crop top and skinny jeans. "This. Yes. Wear it."

"Woah! I bought that shirt as a joke. I don't want to wear that. No way."

Only a couple minutes later my boobs are spilling out of the crop top and my hair is slightly wavy and smells like cotton candy. I don't look half bad to be completely honest, I even convinced Abby to let me put on pink lipstick instea of firetruck red. It's quite a shock to see myself nonetheless. I've never had my skin showing this much since my last shower.

"Beautiful. You ready to go?" She's sobered up quite a bit since she first got here, meaning it had to be quite late by now.

One last look in the mirror, "Yeah. Yeah I'm ready."

Sorry It's kind of short guys, and nothing really happened but I promise, next update something big is going to happen.