With that little comment, Wendy took a seat Indian style in the grass, shorts probably getting a little dirty but not in any way that bothered her. In either case, she now saw fit to get to work.
Of course, it took some fiddling to get the container and the mirror each set up in a way that she could actually do this. It was hard, but the girl was able to get things set up in a way that would work. And when she did manage that, the girl immediately got to it.
"She'll see, I'll be soooo pretty that Katey-Cat will wanna drop this straight nonsense right away," Wendy said it in what was admittedly a jokey way, but all the same the girl couldn't help but hope so. She liked to tease Katlyn and got a lot of fun out of broadcasting her affections, but the girl's love was genuine.
"Yeah."
While Wendy couldn't do much more than watch her eyes, she did notice a different difference in regards to her voice. It sounded. . . oddly deep.
"Maybe I'm gettin' sick," she thought allowed, though after hearing that more complete sentence she couldn't help but wonder, "That is bad. . . I bet Katey will tell me to get to a doctor or something."
With that thought expressed aloud to no one in particular, Wendy turned her attention to pulling the mirror back away from her now that her eyes were finished. And when she did and she saw how she looked, she screamed.
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