24th Piece

This is the 22nd post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We go into a blank room. There is nothing in here but white walls. I was about to ask where everything is when she snaps her fingers. The floor disappears and is replaced with a gaping hole. When it returns from its journey it is filled with clothes, makeup, jewelry, hair things, I don’t know what to say except, “Ew,” “What was that doll?” Darlene asks, “Oh nothing, except for the fact that I despise everything in here.” For some reason I feel like I need to be rude. I guess I’m just fed up with being me right now and having to deal with all of these problems. I am really tired and just need a nap or something, but no of course not, I get to spend the next three hours doing something I hate. Awesome. Why can’t I go somewhere and a nice person will tell me some good news, and hand me a mug of hot chocolate? Is that too much to ask? I groan as she drags me to the dresses. Don’t get me wrong they’re gorgeous but they would be even more beautiful on somebody else. She stops in front of a blue dress. It wasn't like a dark blue boring dress, but a gorgeous almost ocean blue color, with layers upon layers of fabric, with brown spirals running up the sides and across the top of the dress. It looks heavy. “Perfect! It’ll look great on you. She takes it off the hook and holds it up to my body, face, eyes, hair, everything. She waves to assistants over that seemed to appear out of nowhere. They size me up, take the dress, and scamper away. “Well what are you waiting for? Go with them!” I stumble as she pushes me in their direction. They appear again and shove me into a seat. They take the dress and disassemble it. There is a corset. They hoist me up and undress me, first I felt embarrassed but I got over that pretty quickly, especially when they put the corset on. By then my embarrassment changed to anger. One of them is holding onto my arms and the other pulling the strings on the back. After about five pulls I couldn't breathe, “Hey! Loosen it up back there I can’t,” He tightens it even more and I actually whimper. When he’s finished I try to free my hands from his assistant’s iron grip but she won’t let go. This is probably a good thing for them because they start putting on the dress. I thrash and scream until they put the entire dress on. “Can I least see myself?” I ask, I figure if I am going to be put in the dress I might as well think I look at least kind of pretty no matter how much I hate it. They tell me to sit in a chair and not knowing what else I can do, I sit. “No!” They both yell, I immediately stand up and stare at them. “Not like that,” The woman screams. “Like what?” I yell back clueless. “Not like this,” She imitates me throwing myself in the chair and sitting hunched over, “Like this,” She gets off the chair and gently sits down and makes her back go straight, it looked uncomfortable. I try to mimic her and trip into the chair, but I sit up as straight up as I can. “Now for the makeup,” The assistant says with some sort of brush in her hand, and a huge smile on her face. I tilt my head back, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and scream my heart out.