"This is the first and last time I'm ever wearing this damn dress!"
I never felt uncomfortable in my entire life. I felt the tightness of the dress hugging to my body. Every inch of my mind screamed that I wasn't supposed to be wearing this.
"Alam mo Blake kanina ka pa hindi matigil ang bibig mo sa kakamura. Could you please shut up? I can't put these fake eyelashes on you if you keep moving," singhal naman ni Ezra sa akin.
"Fuck!" I muttered one last time before shutting my mouth. Gusto ko ng matapos 'to!
Ang huling inayos niya sa akin ay ang wig na shoulder-length ang haba. Kinulot niya ito kaya mas lalong umiksi.
Ezra finally stepped back and smiled. "Done!" proud nitong sabi. "Wow, Blake! You look elegant and gorgeous!" puri pa nito sa akin.
I got up and dragged myself over to the mirror, and she finally let me see what she'd done. I stared at the reflection, both amazed and horrified. I looked...actually, I looked like someone else entirely. The makeup, the wig, the dress—Ezra had completely transformed me.
I was wearing a knee-length red dress. I didn't need fake breasts because the ruffles on the chest gave the appearance of a flat chest. The fabric was flowy and silky, making it comfortable to wear.
"Honestly, even with light makeup, I managed to hide the fact that you're a guy. You've got those good looks," saad ni Ezra habang itinatago niya ang mga ginamit niyang make-up.
Ezra was a professional makeup artist. Marami siyang client na mga sikat at tinitangala sa industriya kaya hindi na ako magtataka kung paano niya ako napamukhang babae.
I groaned, pulling my gaze away from the mirror. "Should I be thanking you for that or cursing you?"
Tumawa lang ito bago iniharap ang isusuot kong sandals na may manipis at mataas na takong. "Suot mo na 'to."
Napanganga ako. "I don't know how to wear that! Baka ipukpok ko pa 'yan sa bunbunan ng kapatid mo."
Napabuntong hininga siya at kumuha ng mas mababa kumpara sa una. "Kung ayaw mong stilletos, how about these pumps?"
"Wala ba 'yung walang heels?" nakasumalmal kong reklamo sa kaniya.
"Mag-rubber shoes ka na lang kaya! Puro ka reklamo, isuot mo na lang para matapos na tayo."
Wala na akong nagawa kung hindi kuhanin ang inabot niya. Dinala ko na rin ang handbag na gagamitin ko. Everything I was wearing was hers.
Naglakad na kami pababa sa sala kung saan nakita ko na ang dalawang bugok na abalang nakaharap sa cellphone nila. Nang makalapit na kami, napatingin na sila sa akin. Napababa ang tingin mula sa paa ko pataas sa mukha ko, at kita ko ang gulat sa mukha nila.
"Woah! Sabi ko na barbie," bungad ni Eiji sa akin.
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Captured by the Mafia Boss
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