New home, New start

Chapter 3 - The Makeover

Natalie after the makeover!

"Mum, stop worrying. I'll be fine," I said with a smile for about the hundredth time.

"I know honey, but be careful and only trust the people you really care about. Remember that we are only sending you away for your protection. I love you so much!" my mum said as she began to cry.

"I know mum. I love you too."

I'm going to miss California, but I have a feeling that I'll like living in Denver. Thankfully, I didn't have to worry about missing my flight, as my parents have let me take our private jet. Yay! I have never been allowed in it before, because it is only ever used for business trips. My makeover team are meant to meet me there and thankfully, I will have complete privacy while they do their thing. My mum has told me that they won't transform me completely, but they will make me look a little bit different. This worries me, because I have always been fine with the way I look and now it will be changed drastically.

I think it's time to board, so I say my last goodbye to my mum and get on the plane. OMG! Have you ever fell in love with an object as soon as you see it? Well this is how I feel about the jet. It's nothing like normal planes. There are no isles, just some long couches with tables inbetween. There are flat screen TVs for each of the couches and there is so much leg room that you can fit another small stool for you to rest your feet. There is an open bar at the front, which unfortunately I am not allowed to touch. What?! Is that a bathroom with a shower and bathtub? I am literally fangirling at the moment. Then I see a team of people standing infront of a huge mirror: my makeover team.

A middle-aged man steps forward and shakes my hand, "Hello, Miss Johnson. I am Kurt and I will be incharge of your makeover. I know that all of this will be hard for you to take in, but do not worry about us, because we will make you look different but still as ravishing as you look at the moment."

This makes me blush, which is strange since I am used to being complimented over my looks.

"Well let's get started. No need to worry, miss, as the makeover team are fully trained and know exactly how you are meant to look by the end of this." Kurt says, smiling at me and motioning for me to sit infront of the mirror. I nod and sit down, taking one last look at myself before the transformation. Goodbye me.

Firstly, a woman washes my hair and starts to cut it. My waist-length hair soon only reaches my shoulders. This should make me sad, but I know that this is all for my benefit. Then she blow dries it and gets ready to dye it. Wait what?!

I think Kurt sees my expression, because he chuckles and says, "Don't worry. You will now become a brunette, but I assure you that you will still look beautiful. I personally think the colour will suit your pale skin very well."

This gets me excited, since I have always wanted to see what I would look like with brown hair...

After it is done, I am amazed. Who would have thought that I would look so different? I don't like to admit this, but I look good, great even! Now the woman, who's name I think is Katie, begins to curl my hair. She only curls the bottom half of my head, but she says that she has used a special curler that will keep my hair permanently like this. When she is done, I smile at myself in the mirror, because I love what they have done to my hair. Even though it looks lovely, it somehow makes me look more ordinary, allowing myself to be able to blend into the crowd easier. I should have changed my blonde hair to brown ages ago!

Now they start on my face. I have always had thick eyebrows which everyone compliments, but now a small man steps towards me with some tweezers and effortlessly plucks my eyebrows until they are incredibly thin, but still pretty. Wow I look different! They also make them a darker shade to match my new hair colour.

"Well, Miss Johnson, step one of the makeover is over so now if you will follow me, we will show you your new wardrobe," says Kurt, leading me to another area of the jet. How big is this plane?!

Miranda, the clothing consultant steps forward and after introducing herself, she shows me what sort of clothes I would be wearing. I would never be caught dead wearing these clothes back home, because they are so ordinary! I guess that is the point though. She says that I should usually wear jeans, but can occasionally wear mini dresses and skirts, but never the flashy, bright ones that I used to wear. After dressing me up in some light-blue jeans, a pale pink blouse and some flowery pumps, she puts a floral headband on me and some silver studs and a plain silver chain with an angel pendant. I get the jist. I am meant to look as girly as possible!

I was fine with all of this but I was not impressed when Kurt opened my three suitcases full of clothes and dumped the contents into the large, back bin to his right. Then Miranda filled them with all of her girly clothing choices. I will miss my designer clothing. Sigh...