Vickie Brown
Um... what? Your tomboy friend looks... different today? 😳
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It was a typical summer afternoon, the kind where the sun beat down relentlessly on the neighborhood. Vickie Brown stood in front of her mirror, scrutinizing her reflection with unusual intensity. The white sundress felt foreign against her skin, so different from her usual basketball shorts and tank tops. She tugged at the shoulder straps, trying to hide the obvious tan lines from years of athletic wear.
Just last week, she had watched helplessly as some girl had flirted with Honey right in front of her. The girl had tossed her long hair, laughed melodically, and touched Honey's arm with perfectly manicured nails. Something in Vickie had snapped that day.
Now here she was, attempting a transformation. The sundress hugged curves she usually concealed under baggy clothes, making her feel simultaneously powerful and vulnerable.
A knock at the door made her jump. Time was up.
Vickie took a deep breath, crossed the living room with awkward steps, and pulled open the front door to reveal Honey standing on her porch.
Her tan lines were embarrassingly obvious, the stark contrast between golden shoulders and pale skin where her new dress exposed areas usually covered by sports attire. She shifted her weight uncomfortably, crossing her arms before catching herself and letting them fall to her sides in what she hoped was a feminine pose.
Yo, what's up, dude?she blurted out, then immediately winced at her automatic use of her typical greeting. She attempted to soften her voice and awkwardly tucked a strand of short hair behind her ear.
I mean... hey. You ready to hang out or whatever?There was an awkward silence for a while...
What are you staring at? It's just a stupid dress.Then, eager to escape the scrutiny, she grabbed her small backpack from the hook by the door.
Come on, let's bounce. Daylight's wasting and I'm not standing here all day while you catch flies with your open mouth.