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Honestly, I was curious about what outfit she’d put together. Would she try to find clothes that resembled mine or go with something completely different?
We dug through our clothes, occasionally peeking back at each other to see our progress and then swiftly turning away before the other noticed. It was a race to see who could compile the best outfit the quickest.
Well, not really—but it felt like a race, the way we tore through our dressers.
“What do you think of this top with these shorts?” Emily asked, snickering as she held out a tank top with a kitten holding onto a branch and bubbly letters that said, “hang in there,” and a pair of pink shorts with frilly white lace at the bottom.
I sucked in a breath, trying to hide my displeasure. Was she serious? It looked like the outfit of a 12-year-old. How cheesy, even for her. “Do you have anything else?”
Emily chuckled, tossing the shirt to the side and digging through more clothes. “That was an outfit my adopted mom made me wear when we went out to lunch. Horrible, isn’t it?” She held out a black halter top with a lacy patch to cover the cleavage. “How about this?” Not quite as risqué as my typical outfit, but definitely better than the kitty shirt.
“Sure, why not? Everyone knows the accessories are what makes an outfit, anyway.”
Not satisfied with my answer, she kept looking. I’d almost figured out her outfit—accessories and all—when I heard her squeal behind me. I tried to peek, but she snapped at me to turn around and quit looking.
But I couldn’t help it. I was like a child on Christmas and wanted to see what she had in store for me. Who knew getting ready for a party could be this entertaining? I thought we’d had fun last time, but this was like our own version of pre-gaming.
It was a tie to who finished first. We decided to put each other’s outfits on the bed. Then, at the same time, we would “open our presents,” so to speak.
“Okay, ready?” she asked, facing me with a wide grin. I nodded, and we flew to our beds, holding up the choices the other had made. And I must say, Emily’s choice wasn’t bad. In fact, it was super cute!
Ripped denim shorts with a black, baggy shirt that hung off my shoulders. Cute and not too sexy. But keeping with my usual flare, the accessories were what made the outfit pop—a necklace with a crystal that hung from the center, bracelets, feather earrings, and stockings that came up to my thighs—creating a bohemian style with an edge.
Speaking of edge, Emily’s outfit had plenty of it. The last time I put together her clothes, it was an edgier version of herself, yet still tamed. This time, I went all out, creating the sexiest outfit she’d probably ever worn around others.
“Oh, no,” I could hear her say as I slid the shirt over my head.
I giggled and played innocent. “What? Is something wrong?”
“No,” she grumbled, putting it on.
One way or another, I would bring her out of her oversized-sweater shell.
“Tada,” Emily said when she’d finished getting dressed. She held out her arms, showing off her newfound sexiness—wearing a black bustier crop top, tight high-waisted shorts, and a black, lacy shrug sweater that only covered her arms. Her accessories were minimal, with only a black choker around her neck. Using a one-day temporary hair dye, she colored her hair black, and I braided it into a fauxhawk, completing the look to perfection.
I thought it’d be fun to change my hair color for the night, too, and used a one-day white color for mine, which left it a light-pink color. Like bubblegum. Or Pepto-Bismol, though I preferred to think of the former. I pulled it into a loose ponytail, leaving it simple.
Looking at our reflections, it was like an episode of The Twilight Zone. We had to document it and took a gazillion selfies—first starting off cute with the stupid duck face and tilt-over skinny angle. However, we soon made ridiculous faces, shouting, “angry face,” before pulling our eyebrows in and glaring at the camera. Then onto a “silly face,” where we’d puff out our cheeks or make a fish face.
A knock at the door broke up our laughter, and Emily opened it to see Cove standing there, staring at us in bewilderment.
“Wow, you guys look awesome!”
“Thanks!” Emily said, her voice three pitches higher. “What can I do for you?”
Cove glanced around sheepishly, her face burning bright, redder than a cherry. It was adorable the way her lip poked out as she looked at the floor. “Uh, I was wondering if you had any—er—feminine products? Obviously, none of the guys have any, and I didn’t really know any other women here…”
I laughed, motioning her in. “Sure, no problem. Bottom drawer, there’s an assortment of options.” Like my hair products, I kept a variety of feminine products, as well. Anything health related, really. I liked options, depending on my mood.
“You want to hang out for a bit?” Emily asked. “It’s probably boring hanging out with the guys.”
I agreed, jumping in. “Yeah, and we’ve been laughing our asses off in here, doing makeovers, and all the typical girly shenanigans we never got to experience growing up.” I broke into laughter, Emily joining me.
It must’ve been contagious because Cove started laughing, too. “Alright, sure,” she said, holding onto my gaze for a long moment before pulling away. “It sounds fun.”
Cove didn’t look to be much smaller than us, except in height. She was short as hell, but her waist was about the same size, which made her look curvy on someone with her lack of height.
And damn, were those curves sexy.
