MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

THREE | Preliminary.

THREE | Preliminary.

Yuma: I hope you're ready to party bitch!

I sat on the table in only my panties and bra with my legs crossed, Herold's small tank in my lap as I stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't know whether to cry or scream in anger. I felt entirely lost, confused and freaking insane.

It began when I woke up from my nap and turned my attention towards my mirror to my hair. The mud coloured locks bugged me. Over a span of a few hours it seemed to have grown past my shoulder blades, the locks no longer a mud brown but a soft pastel dark brown with red highlights.

"What is happening to me?" I asked the friend in my lap.

He didn't respond and for that I was grateful. I think if he did that would surely be the thing to drive my sanity over the edge into the abyss of crazy. And I did not want to be in the same boat as Grammy.

I sighed, "Then why did my hair change?"

But it hadn't been just that. My skin had changed too – it was completely blended and clear. Like I had layers of foundation on. No black heads, or little bumps or even pimples. And as much as that wanted to excite me I was afraid. I didn't know what was going on.

Which brought my attention to my phone that sat beside me. I had phoned mom after studying myself in the mirror for a long time. And after telling her the symptoms of this strange day she merely laughed. Saying it sounded like my first period finally triggered puberty for me.

A sinking feeling in my gut told me I wasn't going to be so lucky. Another little beep and my phone's screen lit up brightly. My eyes fluttered down to it and I looked at the little screen.

Yuma: I'll be there in twenty minutes, we are going to a fancy model event

A sigh escaped my lips. I had napped the day away and the sun was quickly setting. Of course Yuma wouldn't forget about going out tonight. And with Yuma being the most popular model at her mother's fancy fashion store she was always getting invites to places.

Maeve: What do I wear?

Honestly, I was always at a loss when it came to these events. Always at a loss and always feeling under dressed. If it was up to me, I'd wear my plain black dress everywhere. But Yuma wouldn't allow such a thing.

Yuma: be fancy and maybe you'll get laid.

Eyes widening at her message and I laughed out loud. Forever she will try to get me to find a man. But I didn't need a man, I was quite content with Herold. He never argued or yelled or even acted stubborn towards me. He was the ideal male partner. Yup, I was find with me and my fish.

I picked his tank up gently, and placed it on the table once again after I got off. Then, I picked up one of the dresses Yuma had gotten me from her mother's shop and pulled it on. It was a shimmering, soft black dress that had thin purple beaded straps. The black skirt came to about an inch above my mid-thigh however, had a lace black skirt over that which went all the way down to the ground. With it I slipped on a pair of dark purple heels.

Once dressed, I took a step back in front of the mirror to look at myself. However, who I saw back didn't look anything like me. Her blue eyes were mine, and those glasses were mine but that body didn't look anything like me.

My breasts pushed against the dress filling it out, as my two sides sank in to show off the curve of my hips. Even my butt seemed to have some extra filling but that wasn't right. I didn't have spilling breasts of curves or even a perky butt. I slid my hand over my body. It was mine yet...

Yuma: I'm outside.

My eyes narrowed at the text and my teeth bit my lip. I didn't care what Mom had said, glow ups did not happen in a few hours. I wasn't going crazy, I was going beyond that. Anxiety coiled inside me and I knew Yuma could help me figure this out. My best friend wouldn't ditch me – or would she?

My teeth bit hard enough to draw blood, the action surprised me and brought tears to my eyes. What was happening to me? A car honked aggressively outside and I knew Yuma was growing impatient. I grabbed my silver purse, and quickly painted some red lipstick over my lips before wiping some white eyeshadow on my lids.

Then I was waving Herold goodbye and pushing myself outside and across the front lawn towards Yuma's cute little white Honda. I pulled the passenger side open and as soon as I was sitting I noted her outfit.

Of course compared to her I was underdressed. Her straight black hair was straightened even more to hang down, with a palm size gold spread eagle hair clip attached to one side. With big silver hoops, a small amount of dark green make up and brown lipstick (which definitely hyphened her Egyptian facial traits) and a very short and revealing gold dress with white lace sleeves and what looked like 5 inch white platforms I was very underwhelmed.

Her eyes looked over at me and widened as she scanned me over. She whistled lowly, a slow grin growing across her face.

"Damn you went all out. Extensions and padding? I'm glad you're finally taking this seriously, shit Maeve you're going to slay tonight," she laughed.

My heart sank as did any hopes of her believing anything I would have told her. Extensions and padding? I felt like screaming. I thought Yuma would know me better than that. I thought she'd see my disbelief.

"Yeah, thought I'd give it a try," the lie was bitter on my tongue and I forced a laugh.

"Fuck yeah!"

Her laugh joined mine and soon she was peeling away from the curb, burning rubber in her wake. I gasped, scrambling to click in my seat belt remembering her reckless driving and cursing myself for not realizing it sooner.

It clicked into place, my hands then clutching the dashboard as she simply looked over at me and rolled her eyes. She didn't think her driving was bad but no one agreed. Even her mother refused to drive with her.

"So, we are going to a gallery of a previous photoshoot. A bunch of companies got together and shot pics of their models in their clothing and we are on our way to view that and see my model pics then if you aren't getting keys to anyone's hotel by then, then we will hit the bar," she informed me making me groan.

"Sounds like death," I muttered.

She merely laughed as if I was telling a joke. I wish I was but unfortunately for her I hated all these events. Except the free drinks which she provides for dragging me to these events in the first place.

We pulled up in front of some fancy looking club and as soon as she pulled up in front of the valet I eagerly got out, slamming the door shut behind me and taking in gasps of fresh, clean night air.

She gave her keys to the young man and he moved to get into her car. Then I followed behind her as she moved towards the tainted black glass doors. A bouncer in front of the door his hand shooting out to stop us and I sighed.

I was forever being carded because I looked like I was twelve. My hand dug through my purse getting ready for his words however they didn't come. Instead he took Yuma's tickets and pushed the door open.

Confused but pleased I pulled my hand out of my purse and looked around. The club had been transformed into an astonishment. It was brightly lit with white lights, with large panels of blown up photos put up around the room. The booths had been moved out, and a DJ was set up in the corner of the room instead of the front. Even the bar had been polished and pushed into the space beside the music table.

"Wow," I muttered amazed.

She merely nodded, her own eyes dancing around. The room was packed full of very formal people and the air stunk of cologne and expensive perfume. It choked at my throat but I took a step deeper into the room when I spotted it and my heart sank and panic rose inside me.

Across the room, aflash of copper eyes