Dressing Room

Lauren took the costumes with her into the dressing room to try them on before making any purchase. She entered the room and locked the door behind her, trying to decide with costume she should try first.

Looking at both outfits, she decided to try the old white dress first. Lauren wanted to make an impression, but she didn't wanted to stand out too much, since it made her feel awkward, and the Djinn outfit might be a bit too flamboyant for her taste.

As she stripped down to her white, lacy underwear she took the dress in her hands and looked at it cautiously. The dress was old, and maybe it would be a good measure to wash it before wearing it, she thought. However, as she was not going to pay for it before trying it first, she slipped into the old dress and buttoned up it's back. With each button she did, her skin became just a tint paler, while the area surrounding here eyes got darker, turning into a smokey black colour, while her beautiful auburn hair who hung freely thus far became just a bit messier.

Finishing the last button on the back, she took a look to herself in the mirror. She was absolutely gorgeous, yet something seemed really eerie, even gloomy about this whole outfit. Her beautiful blue eyes, now surrounded by a smokey black colour, appeared to stare aimlessly, as if there were dead of any feeling.

Intrigue by her own appearance, she decided to put on her shoes to complete the outfit. She slipped her lithe foot into a shoe, fastening the ankle strap. A soft yet intense feeling swept across her lips, strong enough to send chills up her spine and startle her for a brief second. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, so she decided to slip on the second shoe.

Just as she finished adjusting the second strap, another intense feeling swept across her, this time sending waves of dread across her body. She got up and looked in the mirror. A gorgeous girl with dead eyes stared aimlessly at her. Mesmerized by what she saw, she continued to stare back at the girl in the mirror. Slowly, she saw puncture holes forming across the girl's mouth, while strands of thread sutured her mouth shut. Fear ran across her as she realized what was happening. Her lips were now sewn shut, yet suture didn't hurt her at all, not even when she tried to pull at them but, alas, to no avail. She opened her mouth a little bit, but she couldn't make any sound.

Panicked, Lauren realized what a terrible situation she was in. As her head was spinning in fear, she needed to decide what to do next.