BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 38

" I'm not going to wear it." I say and toss the dress back at Polly.

"But you bought it..." She says and I fling my hands in the air, "No. You forced me to buy!"

She holds It up in the air so the bottom half falls down to knee height, "But you would look so pretty in it," she pouts.

" Polly, look at it, It's so short and tight. You wear it, It'll fit you."

She rolls her eyes and hops out of bed. She pushes the dress in my arms, careful not to bunch the hem.

"Put. It. On" She growls and push me to the bathroom.

I barely have time to whirl around to protest when the bathroom door slams in my face.

"Please don't make me do this Polly."

"You're going to put it on Hal." she quips and I can hear her flop back down on the bed. With a groan, I stare at the mirror and hold the dress up in front of me. It isn't a bad looking dress; not in the least, I mean Polly picked it out, so it has to be good, somehow.

It's pink, a deep kind. It flows lightly down to above my knees. I lay it down gently and strip off my clothes.

I unzip the back of the dress and step into it.

"Are you done?" Polly shouts from the bedroom and I roll my eyes again. I take a step outside the bathroom and into the room.

Her eyes grow wide and an ear splitting squeal leaves her lips. I grimace as she runs towards me, jumping up and down like a toddler.

" Hal, you look so pretty," She says in a high pitch voice.

" Thank you. So can I get out of this now?" I ask, desperate to get out of this "thing."

She grins like a maniac, "Nope," she says, shaking her head frantically.

" Do you think Tray will like it?" I ask and stare at the image infront of me.

" Yes, ohmygod! It looks amazing. You look like a princess.....Sleeping Beauty."

I glance in the floor length mirror, the hem ends at a decent height so I don't feel like a slut. The dress is strapless so my back and shoulders are open, my skin exposed.

I heave a sigh and slump my shoulders, "Fine."

She jumps up and down again, this time making her way around in a small circle. "Yes...now we get to do your make-up and hair,"

"No. My hair is fine as it is," I touch my hair.

"If you're going to let me dress you, you might as well let me go all the way," she complains and tugs me over to the vanity, plopping me down in the small bench. The sound of a curling iron being turned on is like a warning sign to get out but her hand is placed firmly on my shoulder.

" Let me doll you up."

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