âCourtney's P.O.Vâ
"Em, these jeans are too tight. Can I get them a size or three larger?" I ask, turning to look at myself in the mirror. I turn on my side and grimace as I can see the full shape of my butt. "These literally look like they're painted on."
Emily walks into the dressing room with me and she scans my body in the mirror before giving me a thumbs up. "I think they look great on you."
"No, I need them bigger."
"Courtney, remember your options. It's either jeans, shorts, a skirt, or a dress. You chose jeans, do you change your mind?"
"No, I don't change my mind but seriously these look like they're painted on. They're so tight against my skin." I complain and she rotates her finger, indicating for me to spin.
I spin and give her a hopeful look so she can tell me that I need a larger size. "They're called skinny jeans for a reason." She winks. "Besides, you look hot, girl. You have much more curves than I do and you need to show them off. I know I would."
I turn to look at the mirror and furrow my eyebrows as I sigh. "Fine, I'll take them."
She claps her hands and jumps up and down. "Great!"
She exits the dressing room and I take off the jeans before folding them, setting them down on the little seat.
Emily walks back into the room. "Now, try these." She orders as she hands me three more pairs of jeans and I groan as she walks back out.
"You owe me food after this!" I call out to her and I hear her laugh.
"Alright, just hurry and try them on!"
* * *
I look at the shirt in my hands, making a disgusted face when I see that it has a deep v with strings of fabric connecting both sides together. I sigh for the hundredth time today from trying on a lot of other jeans and shirts and hope it doesn't look as bad as it does on its own.
I slip it down on my figure and fix it up a little bit before turning to look at myself in the mirror. I let out a scream as I stare at my reflection and Emily comes rushing in.
"What's wrong?"
"What is this!? You can see my entire cleavage!" I screech as I look down at the shirt and the strings don't do much to cover up.
The end of the cut is a little lower than my cleavage and as I try to pull the hem of the shirt down, more of my cleavage pops out. I try to pull it up, but the shirt rides up as well and my belly button shows.
"I'm not wearing this out anywhere." I inform her and she doesn't say anything.
I turn to look at her and raise an eyebrow when she's just looking at me in awe. "You look amazing. I am so a lesbo for you right now!"
I give her a half smile and turn back to the mirror, examining myself. I fix up my hair a little bit and my smile slowly widens when I realize that I look like an actual girl for the first time in years.
'You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes.'
Alexander's words flow through my head and my smile falls as it is replaced with anger.
"I'll show you, Alexander Mendoza." I promise, before turning to face Emily and she smiles at me nervously. "I don't care what you get or how much it exposes, just get me anything that you think will look good on me."
She looks at me dumbfounded.
I gesture for her to go, taking off the shirt and setting it down on the seat. "If you think I'm joking, I'm not. This is your chance, hurry before I change my mind."
I don't have to tell her twice, she gives me a grin and quickly rushes out of the dressing room to get more clothes.
I take out my credit card that I got for my 16th birthday from Mr. Mendoza and twirl it in my hand.
"I'm sorry, bank account. I'm seeking sweet revenge."
* * *
"Em," I sigh, stepping into one of the heels. "I don't know how to walk on these."
"I'll show you, just check if they fit you."
I step down on my foot. "They fit perfectly fine."
"They also look great on you." She compliments and I smile at her.
"They look nice." I agree, taking it off and placing it back into the box. "Are we done? We got a lot of stuff already and I don't think I can go any longer without eating."
"Yeah," she says, taking the box and taking it to the register.
"Are you two ready?" The lady behind the register asks, as I put my shoe back on and stand beside Emily.
"Yes, we're ready." I answer, smiling up at her and she scans the shoes.
I swipe my credit card and she nods her head, before handing me my heels in a bag and the receipt.
"Thank you, have a nice day." She tells me and I smile at her.
"Thanks," I reply. "You too."
I pick up some of my bags off of the ground and Emily grabs the rest, before we go back outside to her car.
She opens the trunk, as we place the bags inside.
"It's 5:07," Emily informs, checking her phone. "We have to get ready for the game. Want to just order takeout?"
"Yeah, sure." I agree, slamming the trunk shut and walking over to the passenger's seat.
"Alright, let's go home and change your style." She cheers, as we hop into the car and she drives out of the mall parking lot.
I plug in my phone, drumming my fingers on the dashboard as she drives back to my house.
* * *
"Wow," I mutter, looking at myself in the body length mirror. "I look..."
"Beautiful." Emily finishes for me, running the straightener through my hair one last time. "You've always been beautiful but I'm going to be honest, the guy clothes wasn't really working to fit your body type."
"I know." I agree with a sigh. "It's time for a change."
I look at my outfit one more time and smile.
My hair is straightened for the first time and she also applied a bit of mascara with a little bit of light pink lipstick.
"You work wonders."
"So I've been told." She speaks with pride, before checking her phone again. "Oh, shit! We are going to be late!"
She grabs my hand, pulling me out of my room and I quickly grab my phone from the top of my shelf.
* * *
She pulls into the parking lot, as we look around to find an available spot.
"Over there." I point to my right, before she parks in the spot I pointed to.
We climb out of the car and make our way towards the field where the game will be located. "Do I look okay?" I ask Emily, probably for the twentieth time today.
"Yes," she answers, giving my butt a pat. "You look amazing."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
We finally reach the bleachers and we take our usual spot all the way at the front.
"Where's Julian?" Emily questions as the team jogs out of the locker room. "Oh never mind, I see him."
I turn in the direction that she's looking at and immediately spot Julian up front, with the help of his captain band.
He turns to scan the bleachers - looking for us - and his eyes pass right by me before he frowns and waves at his sister.
"I don't think he recognizes you." Emily says to me, waving back at him.
I wave at him, trying to get his attention and he finally turns to look at me. He stops in his tracks once he sees me, causing the guy behind him to bump into him.
I can't help but laugh as he falls forward.
The coach scolds him and he quickly stands up before patting himself, keeping his eyes on me.
I send him a smile and he gives me a grin before he continues to jog and they finally reach the middle of the field.
The game quickly begins and I find myself cheering at the top of my lungs when Julian makes a score.
"What? What happened?" Emily asks in confusion. "Did we score?"
"Yeah."
"Woohoo!" She cheers, before going back to her phone. "I'm texting Ricardo." She tells me and I chuckle as I shake my head before focusing back on the game.
* * *
"Courtney?" A voice speaks up from behind me and I turn around to face a sweaty Julian.
"That's me," I joke, before wrapping my arms around his neck. "Congratulations on your winning game."
He wraps his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around once. "Thank you," he says, putting me back down. "New look, I see?" He asks as he scans my body from head to toe.
I look down at myself. "Yeah, just trying new things out." I admit, before smiling up at him. "What do you think?"
He winks at me, rotating his finger and I laugh softly as I spin around.
"Damn girl, let me hit that." He wolf whistles and I smack his arm.
"Shut up."
He chuckles, "I'm kidding but on a serious note, you look absolutely stunning and excruciatingly beautiful."
I look away shyly as I feel heat creep up my neck. "Thanks, Jules." I tell him, before leaning up to kiss his cheek and he smiles at me.
"Woah there, Julian. You have got to share." A familiar voice sounds from behind me and Julian tenses as he turns his attention to the person. "She has curves in all the right places."
I turn on my heel and groan when I see that it's Alexander.
"Courtney?" He questions in shock, his jaw slightly dropped.
"Yeah, that's my name."
"Wow, what happened?" He asks. "You look completely different."
I roll my eyes at that.
"Yeah, it's called getting a new look."
I turn back around to face Julian and he smiles at me.
"No need to be such a bitch about it." Alexander comments, causing both me and Julian to freeze before turning to look at him again.
I hear Emily gasp. "Oh hell no! You did not just say that to my best friend!" She speaks threateningly, standing in front of him before jabbing her finger into his chest.
She pauses for a moment.
"Wow, you're nicely toned."
He smirks down at her. "And what will your name be, good looking?"
"No!" She practically yells, pushing him back a little. "You're not allowed to hit on me! You insulted my best friend and now you're going to have your dick chopped off before I staple it to your forehead. That way people see how much of a dickhead you are!"
I let out a snort and Julian wraps his arm around my shoulders. He plants a kiss on my temple, before pressing his lips against my ear. "She learned that insult from my aunt." He whispers.
I turn my head to look at him and chuckle. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"That's funny." I comment, watching Emily throw more insults at him as he just stands there with a smirk on his face.
She stops to catch back her breath.
"Are you done?" He asks, clearly amused with this whole situation.
"You're a little fucking piece of-"
"Alright, that's enough." Julian cuts her off, removing his arm from around my shoulders and pulls her away from Alexander.
"No, I'm not done with him!" She complains as she tries to get out of his hold and he drags her towards the parking lot.
"Meet us in the car!" Julian calls out to me, before they both disappear out of my vision.
I begin to walk in the same direction they did, but I get stopped by a hand wrapped around my wrist.
I spin around - ready to tell him to let me go - but he stops me by pulling me close to his body and pressing his lips down against mine.
If he thinks I'm going to kiss him back, he's so wrong.
I stay frozen as he kisses me and he pulls away after a while, smiling at me. I smile back at him, then I slap him hard across his face.
"Don't you dare do that ever again." I hiss, before turning around and storming off.
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Ooo she got a makeover! And he kissed her! What!? Haha alright until next time, lovelies! By the way, her outfit is to the side.
â¤ï¸Much Love with Hugs & Kissesâ¤ï¸
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