eyes flew right to the clock above the TV. Then, with an odd amount of fervor given our situation, she jumped from her seat and declared, “Fuck this shit. You and I are going out!”
“I’m sorry. What now?” As certain as I was that I had understood correctly, I was equally convinced that I hadn’t.
“You and me. We’re going out. Go get changed. I’ll be back up in ten to do your hair.”
I still wasn’t getting it. “What are you talking about? We can’t go out. What about Jessa?”
May couldn’t be swayed or slowed down. “I’ll text Margo while you get dressed. You take longer.” She was already out the door when she yelled back, “Black strapless dress and your lavender cropped cardigan. I’ll bring shoes when I come back up.” She was gone before I could refuse...or decline the shoes which likely came with a heel.
Still not really understanding what was going on, I followed orders and started going through the motions. I was standing in my closet pulling the dress she had told me to wear from the hanger when I heard her voice over the intercom. “And be a fucking grown up and wear some matching underwear for a change!”
I looked down at myself as I stood there in my hot pink thong and nude colored bra. Why the hell did it matter if they matched or not? Worried she would demand to see for herself, I dug around my drawer until I found the only matching set I had. It was sheer black lace and even I had to admit, I felt annoyingly more put together and feminine once I put it on.
I had barely finished applying my make-up when May showed up again, yielding a curling iron. It was ironic really that between the two of us it was the girl with only two inches of hair, versus the one whose long strands reached all the way down to her ass, who knew how to use one.
For the time being I ignored the strappy black and silver heels she had brought along as well and instead took note of her own ensemble. May had impeccable style. Edgy but classy. This was perfectly displayed by her hot pink stilettoes, white skinny jeans, black blouse and mini blazer. Then on top, her fuchsia hawk tied the whole thing together.
It took her less than twenty minutes to turn my usual do into something worthy of a shampoo commercial.
When we emerged from the room, me stumbling in my ridiculous shoes, Margo was already camped out on the couch watching re-runs of the Golden Girls.
I snuck into Jessa’s room to steal one last kiss from my sleeping baby and then we took off.
“So, did you want to tell me where we’re going? I mean, you do have a destination in mind, don’t you?” I was shifting around trying to get comfortable, but it was nearly impossible. I couldn’t tell if it was due to the stupid hamster car or my rather constricting outfit. My guess it was the latter.
“Would you relax? This is going to be fun! Trust me.” She gave me a knowing wink and all it did was make me want to scream. I hated not knowing almost as much as I hated not being in control, so this was pretty much my definition of hell.
The drive only took like twenty minutes, but it felt like twenty hours since I refused to speak the entire way. Even after we were parked in the parking garage, I had no idea where on earth we were going or why so much attention had been paid to my appearance.
“Here we are,” May announced as she pulled open the door to what appeared to be the back entrance to a large warehouse. Once inside, we found ourselves walking down a dimly lit hallway that had all the makings of a setting fit for a wide array of criminal
“I’m sorry. What now?” As certain as I was that I had understood correctly, I was equally convinced that I hadn’t.
“You and me. We’re going out. Go get changed. I’ll be back up in ten to do your hair.”
I still wasn’t getting it. “What are you talking about? We can’t go out. What about Jessa?”
May couldn’t be swayed or slowed down. “I’ll text Margo while you get dressed. You take longer.” She was already out the door when she yelled back, “Black strapless dress and your lavender cropped cardigan. I’ll bring shoes when I come back up.” She was gone before I could refuse...or decline the shoes which likely came with a heel.
Still not really understanding what was going on, I followed orders and started going through the motions. I was standing in my closet pulling the dress she had told me to wear from the hanger when I heard her voice over the intercom. “And be a fucking grown up and wear some matching underwear for a change!”
I looked down at myself as I stood there in my hot pink thong and nude colored bra. Why the hell did it matter if they matched or not? Worried she would demand to see for herself, I dug around my drawer until I found the only matching set I had. It was sheer black lace and even I had to admit, I felt annoyingly more put together and feminine once I put it on.
I had barely finished applying my make-up when May showed up again, yielding a curling iron. It was ironic really that between the two of us it was the girl with only two inches of hair, versus the one whose long strands reached all the way down to her ass, who knew how to use one.
For the time being I ignored the strappy black and silver heels she had brought along as well and instead took note of her own ensemble. May had impeccable style. Edgy but classy. This was perfectly displayed by her hot pink stilettoes, white skinny jeans, black blouse and mini blazer. Then on top, her fuchsia hawk tied the whole thing together.
It took her less than twenty minutes to turn my usual do into something worthy of a shampoo commercial.
When we emerged from the room, me stumbling in my ridiculous shoes, Margo was already camped out on the couch watching re-runs of the Golden Girls.
I snuck into Jessa’s room to steal one last kiss from my sleeping baby and then we took off.
“So, did you want to tell me where we’re going? I mean, you do have a destination in mind, don’t you?” I was shifting around trying to get comfortable, but it was nearly impossible. I couldn’t tell if it was due to the stupid hamster car or my rather constricting outfit. My guess it was the latter.
“Would you relax? This is going to be fun! Trust me.” She gave me a knowing wink and all it did was make me want to scream. I hated not knowing almost as much as I hated not being in control, so this was pretty much my definition of hell.
The drive only took like twenty minutes, but it felt like twenty hours since I refused to speak the entire way. Even after we were parked in the parking garage, I had no idea where on earth we were going or why so much attention had been paid to my appearance.
“Here we are,” May announced as she pulled open the door to what appeared to be the back entrance to a large warehouse. Once inside, we found ourselves walking down a dimly lit hallway that had all the makings of a setting fit for a wide array of criminal
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