Leading Her from the Darkness

CHAPTER 7

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The next couple days passed rather smoothly and without any unexpected run-ins.

Lily laid out a few dresses on my bed for me to pick from - much to my dismay. I have never been one to stray away from my Levi's unless I am being forced to do so. She is also much slimmer than me, lacking the curves I was so generously blessed with. Let's just say... I actually have an ass. I thank my soccer training for that because I spent hours a day at the squat rack and running drills.

I hesitantly peek at the options she left for me and of course, everything she picked was a short figure-hugging dress that would pair well with her black pumps. Yet another thing she is also forcing me wear. Times like these make me really regret that we have the same shoe size. I. Don't. Do. Heels.

I finally decide on the lacy, black halter dress that lands a little above my mid-thigh. It also has a large cut-out, revealing my bare back. I can't lie, I am pretty impressed with the way the dress accentuates my curves. However, it leaves little to the imagination.

I end up teasing out my natural waves, giving it a beachy texture instead of straightening my hair out to match Lily's. However, despite my desperate protests, she refuses to let me leave without her doing my makeup. She leans down and hovers over me while her tongue slightly pokes out at the corner of her lips in deep concentration. She treats my face like she's Picasso, painting her next masterpiece on a blank canvas.

"There! Done," she states, handing me a small mirror to see the finished product. She watches me intently as she waits for my reaction.

I look in the mirror and smile, impressed with my transformation. I have an extreme smoky look that contrasts dramatically against my icy-grey colored eyes, making them pop. She also paired it with a dark burgundy lipstick to complete the look. I purposefully take my sweet time analyzing every inch of my face, noticing that she is busting at the seams, wanting to know what I think.

"You did great, Lil," I finally confirm with a small smile.

She flashes me a bright toothy grin and nods her head in approval toward her handy work. "You're damn right, I did." She spins around quickly and heads back to her room to finish getting herself ready.

I stand from my chair and walk over to shove my feet into the literal nightmare worthy pumps. I have to hold on to the edge of my headboard to keep my balance as I struggle to stand upright. Once both feet are securely inside the each of the shoes, I straighten myself out and feel like a fucking giant. I don't like being this tall because if I trip, the higher I am, the harder the fall. I saunter my way over to the mirror that hangs on the back of my door, getting my bearings in these heels, so I can finally see what I agreed to for tonight's look.

If there is a God out there, please, please don't let me look like a hooker...

I hesitantly close my door and step in front of the mirror, freezing in my tracks. I don't even recognize the person staring back at me in my reflection. This person is actually...sexy. She would stand out in a crowd - and I don't know if I like that or not. I told myself that I was going to be a different person, but how different? That is the question. And I don't have an answer. I twist my body from side to side in admiration, running my hands over this beautiful, yet soul sucking dress that I can barely breathe in, nodding to myself in satisfaction.

"Move your ass Bennett!" I can hear her tiny, powerful footsteps coming from her room. I wince, knowing I took too long while checking myself out. Lily pushes my door open and pops her head into my room as her impatience grew. She pauses a moment, looking me up and down before continuing, "Damn mama, you're going to have to fight the guys off with a stick tonight!"