My eyes flutter open at the sound of my alarm clock going off. I look over to my new baby blue bedside table and squint at my alarm clock through the dark.
My eyes widen to find it's already 7:30am. The beautician will be here in 30 minutes!
I stumble out of my bed feeling my way to the light switch my hands trailing against the peeling paint of my new room.
I flick the light switch, wincing at the sudden light.
It's time for a shower. My hands tug at my shirt peeling it off my body. Just as I reach for my bra to unclasp it I hear the faint sound of laughter.
I instantly turn around my eyes searching for the source. My face reddens at the sight.
Two highly attractive boys and the guy I saw earlier starring straight at me obviously holding in laughter as their cheeks are inflated, their hands clasping their mouth shut.
I stare wide eyed at the three I can see next door my window and theirs aligned perfectly with each other.
"What the actual hell?" I manage to say, proud of the confidence my voice held although i didn't feel it.
I run to the window hands covering my chest, slamming the window shut and closing the curtains.
"Awww babe don't stop the show!" a voice yells.
I race to my wardrobe pulling out a shirt and covering my exposed skin.
I rush into the bathroom my mind racing wild with the events that just unfolded.
I can hear faint chuckling next door, but I ignore it.
My checks still scorching I hop into the shower, washing off yesterday's grime and preparing for the day ahead, a totally new me.
*******
"Cate Julia is here!" My mother screams from downstairs. I take in my usual appearance one last time in the mirror.
My favorite Led Zeppilin band t-shirt my skinny jeans, converse and my messy bun at the top of my head.
Sighing, I turn to my door, swing it open and march downstairs.
I never wanted to get a makeover. It was mums idea. She said she was sick of my everyday appearance and with her new promotion at work we are finally starting to make good money again.
After dad passed away, last year things haven't been the same. Mum is desperate for change, a new house, new clothes and a new look is what mum wants.
I just want her to be happy again which is the only reason I agreed to this.
"Hi, My names Julia" a tall lady with loose brown curls, tight skinny jeans and a designer shirt who looks to be in her twenties, smiled widely at me.
"Cate" I replied returning the smile.
"Well let's get straight into it shall we"
*****
Five painful and excruciating long hours later Julia finally announced she was done after putting one last touch to my now perfectly curled hair."You ready to see?" Julia asked.
I nodded my head and she swiveled my chair around to face my body length Mirror.
My breath hitched in my throat as I caught my first glimpse of the sight in front of me.
My hair was in long lose blond curls, my green eyes lined with black liquid eyeliner.
After Julia tortured me for about 20 minutes of waxing and plucking my eyebrow were finally shaped in a arch thick at the front and thinner at the tail.
My lips coated in a velvet red, my lashes long and dark. Every inch of my face had changed, and for the better.
I stood up to reveal the outfit Julia had placed me in. Black tight skinny jeans with a few rips on my thighs and knees. And a loose pink singlet with my usual white low top converse.
Julia said she had liked my style and only made a few changes to my wardrobe but she burned all my band tees and 'Unacceptable fugly rags' and switched them to designer t shirts and tight skinny jeans.
My shoes now consisted of heals, converse and vans.
My wardrobe though was filled with tight fitted dresses, for party's and everyday wear.
Julia glanced at her watch, her eyes widening she rushed out "Oh crap I have to go, I hope you like it I'll be back in a week for touchups and to make sure you stay on track. Cya soon!" Julia said before grabbing her bags and running out the door.
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Sorry guys I know this is short but I'm having trouble coming up with good long chapters I'll try better next time. Please vote because I will update quicker! Love you all!

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Falling for Him
RomanceIt's been a year, a year since he passed away, a year since I've had to live without my dad. Mums had enough, she wants change, a new house, a new look which is why Cates had a makeover. Seems to be next door is what changes care the most.