Everyone had to get up at some point the next day, everyone had to start their day, get dressed and get on with life.
For Trinity it came with the shock of finding her eye had swollen and turned black. A shiner on a guy had a certain level of pride to it, it meant they had seen some form of battle no matter how that had turned out. On her new femine face though Trinity saw it and felt again, uneasy, it wasn't something she felt pride in because she looked like a battered woman. On a girl a black eye looked like abuse, it made her look weaker, and she felt no pride, she wanted to hide it. On her dresser was just the things to do that, but that would mean using them. Putting on make up was a further step in the world of women to which she had been inducted, a step she would like to have to avoid if she could.
So it was with reluctance that she put on the consealer, and then the other things that came with it. One thing seemed to follow the other and by the end of the ordeal she looked presentable, if not a little puffy in one eye. She had no idea how she had done it, but she turned out ok, and then found some colthing that she felt wasn't too femine and went about her day.
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Jade woke up, put on her glasses, and did her normal do. She was thankful that she was a bit of nerd, as a guy it had it's drawbacks but as a girl it meant she didn't have to be super girly, she could get away with living a life fairly close to where her old life was. Jeans and a geeky T shirt, sure in a different cut to show off some of her curves, but still it was simple. She could get away with a ponytail and limited make up, if any at all....which she did decide against. Still she had a pimple, which did bug her, it stood out more now that her face was attractive, it felt more out of place on her face, like a fly on a window, and she found herself concerned, and spent more time washing her face and brushing her teeth than she normally would. She didn't want this little problem to get out of control...but then again she was happy that this was the worst of her problems...she felt some comfort for the first time that life didn't seem to be a complete ruin, that she was different but at least some what normal.
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Delia was the wrost of the group, she refused to even change out of what she had been wearing when she was transformed. She didn't know what it was to "dress like a girl" and she didn't want to find out, so she just stuck with what she had. She didn't want to think about any of what her life now was, but that didn't stop it from happening. She had been invited to the party and was happy to find that out, but that had not been on purpose, that had been an accident of her own desire to finally be accepted, to have friends, and be part of the popular crowd, bleeding through the exterior of this outside she was dressed as. She was like a butterfly in it's crytalisis, she could pop through at anytime and be what she had become but that would mean finally letting go of what she was, and she wasn't ready to do that....so it was another day in the same shirt, with the hope that no body would notice.
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Karyn actually felt different as she awoke, for a girl that had been relativly unchanged she felt very different inside. It was hard to say what it was as she looked at herself in the mirror at a girl so similar to her old self that there was almost no difference, outside the hair and boobs that were still something of a change. She was more in shape that's for sure, not like a fitness model but she had been given a nudge more towards the body of an underwear model than the average girl. She felt some pride in this, and she found herself giggling to herself as she posed in her mirror. She felt more girly than she had every before as she went through the familiar motions of showering, and when she picked out what to wear that day she picked out something other than her nearly famous sweater and jeans...it felt like a waste to wear that, she didn't feel like that was something she wanted...and she found herself in a skirt and blouse, she felt beautiful, and impressive. Seeing herself in the mirror she thought, "I can make this cheerleader thing work if I have to." If nothing else because she had the confidence that she could pull off the outfit.
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Jenny on the other hand had a morning much more like the old Karyn, because that was who she was trying to model the new her on. She left the house in her aproximation of a sweater and jeans, thinking to herself that if Karyn could do this so could she. She felt like she was somehow cheating the system, getting to live her life the way she wanted to while stuck in this new one. She also thought that when she met up with Karyn she would be greeted by a comrade in arms, also dressed in a sweater and jeans, sure people might think they were lesbians but that didn't have to matter. It was quite a shock to Jenny then to find Karyn "dressed up" she had a sway to her that seemed very womanly, and her dress was tasteful and decorative, Karyn didn't make a big deal of it, but it was clear that something in her was different. Something was girlier, as Karyn saw Jenny she commented on what Jenny had picked out to wear and offered her old sweaters, she didn't really feel like wearing them anymore. Karyn really had changed....but jenny wasn't about to pass up the chance at getting some new things to wear instead of what she had in already fairly feminine closet.
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Miranda was forced into dressing up, which she resented. She had woken early to go for a run, the sports bra being something as far from something sexy as she could wear, the more she was "jock girl" the less she had to focus on the girl part. She had kept her physical nature that she had as a football player, she was in good shape, and even for a girl she seemed to have that edge to her that girls who live at the gym get, something imtimidating and focused about her remained. Still she had come home from her run to find her mother their to rush her into a shower, with clothing layed out for her, there was some event she had to attend. She found herself in a rush and by the time she came out of it, she was in a dress and make up, looking presentable but feeling foolish. She didn't feel like she knew how to be this person she now was and moving in her dress was like driving a tractor, she didn't know exactly what to do or how to stand...it made her feel very foolish.
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Nadine awoke to her normal alarm and did what she aways did. She said her morning prayers, and wrote in her morning diary. As her words fell on the page she noticed that her pen wrote with a lighter touch, her words with a more flowery tilt to them, both in style and word choice. Looking at the page there is only one word for how she had written and that was "cute".
As she went about getting dressed for the day she spent a moment to take stock of the new her. This was the first time she would have to dress the new her, and she didn't feel like dressing like the old her. This meant finding the new her within her new closet. She spent all the time she could trying on new things, finding out how comfortable she was with what she now had. It felt like a welcome adventure, like a gift that had been given to her. She dressed stylishly and as she did so she didn't feel shame or judgement in how she looked but pride and excitement, as she thought back on the old her she found herself thinking that she needed to relax more, that this change may have been exactly what she needed, because there really wasn't anything wrong with what she wore, with looking good. Finally she had to stop if only because her day had to get going at some point. She left with pride, there was a part of her that wanted to know what the other girls thought of the new "daring" her in a "down blouse" and heels. It was a brand new day.
