DANCING IN LOVE

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No, no, no. That's not it. I pull a white dress out of my closet and hold it up in order to show it to my roommate Lexi. Why the heck did I agree to going out with her? Oh, right. Because I literally have nothing else to do on a Friday night and I didn't want to be mean. So; here I am. Standing in our tiny college dorm in the middle of New York City, trying to figure out what could be appropriate for going to an actual club.

"Damn Lexi! Instead of just sitting there and laughing at me, you could actually consider trying to help me. At least this was your idea!"

"Alright Maddy, calm down. I'm going to pick one of my dresses for you. How was I supposed to know that you really don't have anything else to wear than mom jeans, sun dresses and Converses?"

Even though that was kind of mean, she was right. But she coud have known. I never was in need of an actual party outfit. For high school parties I just used to wear my regular clothes. Maybe a nicer top but nothing special, that's just what everyone did. And since I've only been at college for a little less than two months and haven't gone on a night out ever since, I never considered buying anything to wear for that kind of occasion. I have to admit, if I wanted I could have had a way more active party life by now. My friends weren't shy to ask me to come join them, but after a long day of practicing and studying I usually feel like watching some romantic comedy or a new episode of Pretty Little Liars rather than spending money on getting into a club, intoxicate myself and hooking up with a random guy.

"Here, try these on. I'm sure they'll look great on you." Lexi hands me a dark green velvet dress and a two piece set, consisting of a mini skirt covered with shiny little discs and a cropped top.

I'm not quite sure what to think about her choices, since this is very much not my style. But since I don't want to complain about her trying to be nice, I start to peel out of my PJs and get into the skirt and top combo.

The skirt is very tight and when I say very tight, I mean it. The material is quite stretchy, but you could literally see everything. Even the lining of my underwear is visible and I'm honestly not down to wear a string. I might want to look good, but walking around with that thing all night, wouldn't be too comfortable, I guess. Pulling that itchy piece off of my legs, I decide that there's no need to even try the top.

Therefore I go on to the dress. As soon as I have it on and pose in front of my friend, she lets out a loud gasp. "Oh. My. God. You look absolutely stunning. If I was a guy I would literally fall in love with you right now!" Feeling confident thanks to her complimenting words I glance in the mirror. And Lexi is right. Not to brag, but this dress makes me look really good. Sort of, at least. The dark green velvety material hugs my body tight and gives me some sort of curves that I don't even have. The sleeves are three quarter length and the neckline is not too deep but also not prude. It reaches the middle of my thighs, the perfect length. I honestly can't stop staring at myself. If you couldn't see my head, I wouldn't even think that this was me, but I have proof right in front of my eyes.

Since my new personal stylist persisted on doing my hair and makeup as well, I lean back and just let her do whatever she wants. She hasn't disappointed me with her outfit choice, so why would she with the rest of my appearance?

"I'm done. Come on, take a look. I'm so sure that you'll like it", she says, encouraging me to take a look in the tiny mirror she's trying to hold in front of my face.

Wow. My dirty blonde hair is falling down in huge waves, reaching to the middle of my back. It is side parted and super voluminous. My eyes are circled with some black eyeliner, giving me a cat eye. My lipstick is some sort of nude color and I guess there's some shiny gloss on top of it.

Considering that I looked like a homeless person not even an hour ago; with a messy bun, grey sweatpants and some oversized sweatshirt, not to forget my favorite pair of fuzzy socks, I'm shock. I didn't even know that I could possibly look that way. Like how did she do that? I wouldn't consider myself as shy, but I'm also not the most confident person. But now I just feel like a celebrity, ready to walk the red carpet.

With happy butterflies dancing in my stomach, I even get kind of excited for our girls' night out. While Lexi is getting ready herself, about to look stunning, as always, I'm ordering an Uber with my phone.