Your legs started moving with no input from you, to your mother's room where you kicked off your shoes and replaced them with strappy wedge-heeled sandals. Then you sat yourself down at your mother's vanity and started painting your nails. This was followed by makeup to look at your most feminine. Which was still only middling. A wig helped a little more.
Inside, you were screaming. But the dress wasn't done by a long shot.
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