An Apple A Day(Trixya)

Makeover

"Katya, answer my text messages, call me back. I know you are denying my calls. I want to know what's wrong." Trixie threw her phone on her bed and walked downstairs to her kitchen. Katya looked as if she was heartbroken about something. Trixie could see nothing but pain in her eyes. Trixie couldn't talk to her because tye office said she had checked out and went home. What had Trixie done? Trixie poured herself a glass of whiskey as she ran through the events of today. Katya was happy earlier today when Trixie and her got to school. The two girls had spent the night at Trixie's house, by accident of course. Katya came over for dinner and Trixie's help to study for a test. By the end of the night, it was too late for Katya to go home. Trixie told Katya to wash her uniform and that she could stay the night..again. On the drive to school, Katya listened to Trixie sing and laughed when she felt a bit of road rage. After they got to school, they went their separate ways. Trixie went to get coffee while Katya went to the art classroom. Even when Katya came into first period, she was a walking ray of sunshine. What could have happen between first period and the first lunch period? Trixie dropped her glass once she realized. Violet. Katya often went into the empty classroom next to Trixie's class when she wanted to be alone. She had to hear the conversation between Violet and Trixie. Trixie's stomach felt hallow as she leaned against the counter.

Trixie didn't want to just lay in bed and do nothing. There were things she could be doing but she didn't feel up to doing those. She wanted to talk to Katya but Katya didn't want to talk to her. Trixie had no idea how to get Katya to see her or talk to her. Then a thought popped into her head. Trixie smiled as she picked up her laptop and opened her school email. She scrolled until she found the name Patrice Zamolodchikova. Trixie typed out a quick message and took a deep breathe before sending it. Katya wasn't gonna talk or see Trixie by her own free will, so why not with a little push? After sending the email, Trixie decided to take a shower and try to relax. Trixie let her thoughts flow as the water hit her body. She thought about the things that Violet said to her and the kiss. The kiss that she wasn't expecting or wanted really. Violet was attractive but not what Trixie wanted. Trixie wanted someone a little more down to earth, funny, goofy even. She wanted someone she could talk to for hours without getting bored, or maybe just sit in silence. Trixie had spent a good bit of her life in a relationship that ended in heartbreak. So, she had a pretty good idea of what she wanted in a woman. Trixie picked up her phone and sent one more message to Katya before turning off her light and settling into bed.

***

Katya didn't want to go to school today. She didn't feel like seeing Trixie. Katya pulled the covers over her head and groaned when she heard a knock on her door. "Katya! Get your ass up."

"Willam, don't curse at your sister." Willam rolled her eyes and walked into her younger sister's room

"Get. Your. Ass. Up."

"Why?"

"I am taking you to school today."

"Wait, why?"

"Because dad is using your car since his brakes are messed up. I have to drive past your school anyway so, get up and let's get going."

"I don't want to go."

"Why not?"

"Because.." Katya sniffled a little as she continued to hide under her blanket.

"Kat, what's wrong?" Willam slowly lifted the blanket and looked at Katya. "Is it about Trixie?"

"Hmph, Ms. Mattel."

"Shit, what happen?"

"Heard her and Violet."

"Oh, the hot one? I fucked her my last year, she's a good fuck."

"You're not helping. Anyway, I heard them talking."

"About?"

"Violet wants Trixie to have sex with her."

"Is she going to?"

"I don't know. But they kissed so most likely."

"Did you see them kiss?"

"No."

"Then how do you know they kissed?"

"Because when I went to get my bag from Trixie's class, I saw Violet's purple lipstick on Trixie's lips."

"So, what are you going to do? Just avoid school?"

"I wish."

"How about this, I can give you a little makeover and you can make Trixie eat her heart out."

"A makeover?"

"Yes mama. Just trust me."

"I guess."

"Hell yeah, alright let's get started."

After about a hour, Willam was finally done. She smiled as she stood back, looking at her sister. "Alright, look." Katya held her breathe as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was surprised at what she saw. Willam had chiseled Katya's cheekbones for the gods, covered her eyelids in bright and dark blues, slapped some glitter over the blue, and painted her lips with a pink gloss.

"I look like a whore, I look like you."

"I know it's great and I'm not even done."

"You're not?"

"Oh hell no. Go put on your uniform and I will make some changes." Willam walked to her room to get a few things before coming back into Katya's room. "Alright, put these on, undo a few of those buttons, and put these fishnets on."

"You want me to put on those red pumps?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"So your legs can go on for miles mama. Red pumps and fishnets, sexy 101. Hmm, where's that red lace bra I got for you?"

"In my closet."

"Put that on."

"Willam, are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am. Now, put it on. Oh yeah and put on some perfume and then we can go. I'll be in the car." Willam smiled as she left the room. Katya changed her bra and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked hot, but what was that gonna do? Katya grabbed her bag and took one final look at herself before walking downstairs.