You hop into the nerdy girl. You can tell she is hot, but her beauty is hidden by her nerdy clothes, and her thick glasses.
She pauses for a couple of seconds as you take over. You continue walking down the aisle. You realize you are her in body and mind. You actually feel like her, her insecurities and all. You take a deep breath and against your better judgement you grab the makeup and lipstick of a random girl and go to the ladies room.
You adjust your clothes to better fit, you hold your hair in a couple of pony tails. You apply some make up, and take off your glasses. Everything seems a little bit blurry, but not that bad. You walk back outside and return the makeup to that random girl.
You are nervous, but you try to act with confidence you then see Jason coming out of his Advanced Physics class. He is your best friend, you walk towards him, but he doesn’t recognize you. You clear your throat, he looks at you, “Angie?” He asked surprised. “Yes! How do I look?” You ask him. “Like someone else i don’t like” he replies. “Don’t say that, it was hard for me to act like this” you say with tears in your eyes. You run back to the ladies room. Jason tries to stop you by saying “I’m sorry” but you don’t want to listen to him.
You are crying all alone. Another girl enters the room. “Hey girl, take this” she says as she hands you a smoke, “this will relax you”. You take it and give it a big puff. You cough, but take another puff. It takes a few minutes, but you start feeling more relaxed. You start talking to your new friend “Audrey” she says, “Angie…. Angela”, you introduce yourself.
You become best friends. Going out together. Talking about guys, playing video games, smoking, and just having a good time. Little by little you start changing your look, you no longer look like a geeky girl, and more like a hot redhead. Guys have started hitting on you.
You eventually forgive Jason for his comments. But you no longer hang out.
A few weeks later, Audrey surprises you with some flowers. “What does this mean?” You ask her. But she answers by kissing you. You try to pull back, but she is a good kisser. You kiss her back. “I knew it!” She says. “You knew what?” You naively ask. “You are a big lesbian like me. But you do like guys, “does it matter?” You ask her. You accept her flowers and end up experimenting with her. Kisses feel good, her fingers inside of you feel wonderful. But the whole time you were thinking about making out with a guy.
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