"Okay this is not working." I say tugging on the 'dress', or more like the navy tube-like piece of cloth that Lisa had handed me.
It was look at my ass length for goodness sake!!
"Well come out and show us first." Says Lisa from behind the door connecting from my room to the hall bathroom.
"No I look like a fucking prostitute." I mutter trying to pull the spandex -like fabric off my skin
"Come on it can't be that bad." I hear Tiffany says.
" Yeah it is." I say, running my hand through my dyes brown hair. Pear didn't have any natural blonde colours so I chose a dark brown that made my blue eyes pop.
I hear a click on the door before it swings open revealing Spencer analysing my outfit, or more like my new skin, with a careful eye.
He motions me to turn, which I do in the grumpiest of manners before he gives his final say.
"I'd tap that." he says with a smirk
"Spencer." I shriek in disgust pushing him out of the bathroom and slamming the door.
"Hey we didn't get to see." whines Lisa
"I don't care." I say pushing the laundry basket to the door while wedging a doorstopper in the back of the door to not let it open.
"But I wanted to see you" I can hear Tiffany pout
"You know you are really starting to sound like a true cheerleader right now." I say literally pealing off the 'dress'.
" Well I am one." she says proudly.
"Whatever." I say rolling my eyes sliding the dress down to my waist. I continue to pull but it doesn't budge. Shit. I try again but it still don't move.
"Can you hand me a pair of scissors." I say waddling over to the door and removing the basket and the doorstopper.
"Why?" I hear Lisa say
"I just need them." I say a little irritated still trying to tug the dress.
"Okay got them open the door." Tiffany says wiggling the doorknob
I open the door and stick my right arm waiting for the scissors to be dropped into my hand.
I feel a weight in my hand. The pair of scissors feel bigger heavier than they usually are. I pull back my hand and see a blue pencil case instead of scissors .
"Tiffany I asked for pair of scissors not a bag.." I say. I start feeling my legs go numb with the pressure in my legs
"Jane they're inside of the bag." She says
" Jeez you didn't have to put them in a special bag," I mutter opening the bag.
In the bag there was a bunch of makeup, making me realize it was a makeup bag. I shift a few things before seeing a metal shine like a pair of scissors.
I mental jump in excitement because I can finally get this damn dress off. I pull out the scissors except a 5 times smaller version of them.
I look at the pair of scissors in confusion
"Tiffany!" I say "I said I needed scissors as in human scissors not elf scissors,"
"They're the right size any bigger you will have to cut off your nose." She says opening the door that I forgot to lock.
"Tiffany!" I shriek, "Knock will ya?"
She rolls her eyes and shuts the door behind her.
"What do you need bigger scissors for?" She asks
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All Boys Have Cooties (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionJane Trevors was the tomboy of her town. In kindergarden she was the first one to climb up to the top of the play ground structure. In sixth grade she beat up a boy who had a crush on her. After that no boy had a crush on her again, or told a soul i...
