On my way to the Brownie Ranch, I had to lock my hands in front of me to prevent myself from scrubbing the makeup off of my face, because after that, I would probably take off running in the other direction. He liked you well enough when he asked you to lunch, and then he asked you out again? That’s not pity, hon, that’s affection. 'Relax,' Annissa continued, repeating herself. I needed to stay home with my livestock and crops, where I belonged. She should be the one going on this stupid date, laughing and making small talk with Chase, the culinary protégée. Remember, confidence is the biggest aphrodisiac.'Īnnissa always seemed so poised and composed. You look gorgeous, thanks to me, and Chase will love it. I look ridiculous! Chase will see right through me.' I calculated my appearance for about three seconds, and then whirled around in a panic to face my good friend. Even my comfy sneakers had been swapped for a pair of elegant pumps. My comfortable farming clothes, required for climbing up those pesky rainbows and removing the crusty mud that comes about with the mid-spring’s rain from my millk cow Cerylia's foot, had been replaced with a glamorous dress, the color matching the crimson tint of my lips. What had happened to my choppy, boyish brunette hair that hung in loose layers by my ears? I was not used to pastel barrettes and hair gel. I gaped at the reflection, not sure at what point I had disappeared and this girl had infiltrated my body. 'Voila,' she stated, and then motioned to the mirror. When she was finished, she stepped back to admire her masterpiece, and grinned, her smile lighting up her soft face. Annissa smiled, and continued her reign of terror on my barely feminine features. Painted on,' I complained, looking at myself in the mirror. Annissa had guaranteed that I would be out of my comfort zone with the complete package of makeup, hairspray, and the works. I definitely didn’t feel quite like myself that night, that’s the one thing of which I was certain.
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