She went up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, stripping off her coveralls, her shirt, her bra...everything, till she stood naked.
She was unacceptable for the clothes she had chosen. She went into the bathroom, and showered again, washing her hair thoroughly with shampoo and conditioner, soaping up her face with a beauty bar. As she ran the soapy bar over her face, the acne under it seemed to vanish, leaving clear skin.
She dried her hair with a hair dryer, then brushed it, the brush through her brown hair seemed to leave it straight and silky smooth, something she'd previously not achieved.
She returned to the bedroom to get dressed. She slipped into a bra much larger than her cup size, and a pair of panties, then a pink tank top and low-ride jeans. She slipped on a pair of open-toed sandals and picked up a pink cell phone and began texting.
"Biff was great last night...like always. But he's a loser. He's cute, but he's going to end up selling used cars or something. I have to get myself someone with a future. I'm dumping him today."
Kyla MacMillan headed downstairs, only a few footsteps behind Sarah. They split up, the hotly dressed girl headed to the kitchen, the girl in the nightie heading to the door.
