Jon stuck a hand on her hip and posed a bit in the mirror. Damn, I look hot, she thought to herself as her eyes roamed over the outfit she'd just finished putting on. That morning she was wearing a v-neck silky black halter blouse that left her arms and part of her back bare, not to mention showing as much cleavage as she could get away with at school. On top of that she had a fitted white leather jacket that just felt expensive against her skin. For pants she wore a pair of snug jean shorts that hugged her hips and butt, while leaving her long tanned legs uncovered; on her feet was a pair of black lace up heels, matching her blouse and letting the world get a glimpse of her toe's ruby red nail polish. To finish the outfit she had on a couple thin golden necklaces dangling over her collarbone, and a pair of mid-sized golden earrings dangling from each lobe.
It was both a lot less and a lot more than she was used to wearing. More in the sense that there were a lot more individual elements to it and a lot more thought that had gone into it. The colors had to match or compliment one another, the silhouette had to look right, and so on. However, in a more literal sense, it also covered a lot less than her old wardrobe. Sure, her jacket was covering her back and shoulders up, but she could take that off whenever she wanted and her legs, feet and chest would be consistently uncovered. When Sarah had laid the outfit out two days ago, Jon had thought she'd feel vulnerable or exposed wearing it, but instead she just felt ... pride.
Is that, like, okay? Jon fretted as she bit her red gloss stained lip, I mean, this isn't really MY body, after all. Hell, I love this outfit, but it wasn't my fashion sense that picked this stuff or even put it together. Sarah had talked her through putting the outfits selected for that week together, but they hadn't really gone in depth. At the moment they were still very much in emergency damage control mode, so there just hadn't been time. Then again, nobody but me, Sarah and Karyn know I'm not the original Sarah McMillan. To everyone else, I'm exactly who I appear to be, the hot as hell head cheerleader with the killer clothes. Karyn said I should enjoy the perks of being Sarah, so why shouldn't I take a little pride in being drop dead gorgeous? Smirking she reached up and readjusted her blouse to reveal just the tiniest bit more of her impressive rack.
She looked back at herself in the mirror, tossing some of her golden mane back over her shoulder. She'd always thought Sarah was attractive, who didn't? Yet, staring at the girl in the mirror she was struck by the realization she wasn't attracted to her reflection, because it just felt like she was looking at herself. No, what she felt really was the pride of knowing she looked good, an oddly alien emotion for her, but not a bad one. She glanced down at the pink and white smart watch sitting on her left wrist; it was almost time for her to get going to her first day at school as Sarah.
Turning around to scoop up her purse and backpack, a trendy brown leather affair, she couldn't totally quash the nervous butterflies in her stomach. As pleased as she was with how she looked, she was still worried she'd have made some mistake with her clothes or her makeup that would instantly alert her classmates that something strange was afoot. The shopping trip the previous day had gone almost ludicrously well considering how little time she'd had to prepare, but today felt like the real test. Not to mention she was planning on breaking up with Biff today, and, even though as Jon she'd had limited experience with social maneuvering, she knew enough to know that had to be handled carefully. Keeping up appearances as Sarah McMillan obviously meant maintaining her popularity, so it was vital that she was the "winner" of the impending break-up. Luckily the whole squad seemed to be on her side in making that happen, but there was still a lot that could go wrong. *Ugh, it'll be worth it not to have to french that jerk though," Jon decided as she tucked into her omelette. She knew Sarah was probably going to through a fit about it, but, seeing as the two of them had no clue how long they'd be stuck like this, Jon was hoping to just go ahead and rip that band aid off. Besides, once he knows Biff's been cheating on him, he might even thank me for it, Jon hoped.
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