bimbo

Crystal woke up to the sound of her alarm clock in her bedroom going off. She grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled herself up. She blinked a few times and looked in the mirror. She gasped. She had a lot of blue eyeshadow, too much eyeliner, cherry red lipstick, and pink blush. Her hair was platinum blonde and much thicker and bigger than it had been. "This can't be!" she said to herself.

She ran into her bedroom and slammed her fist on her alarm clock. She sat on her bed wondering what to do. She decided to shower and wash the make-up off. She first went over to the full length mirror on the back of her door. She didn't see any tattoos, but didn't check her lower back.

She showered and scrubbed her face and washed her hair twice. She got out of the shower and wiped the fog off of the mirror, and screamed. The "make-up" was still there. She tried make-up remover, but the resigned herself to the fact it was a tattoo and permanent.

She dried her hair to find out it was still as thick and poofy as ever. She was almost late for her first class. She ran to her bedroom. She dressed quickly, not really paying attention to what she was putting on. The last thing she did was grab three sticks of gum and crammed them in her mouth.

She grabbed her book bag and headed out the door. She saw her friend Bethany headed her way. Crystal turned and looked around, hoping no one else she knew would see her. She and Bethany shared the first class and often walked together as Bethany lived two complexes over. Crystal smacked on her gum unaware of what she was doing.

Bethany walked up behind the nervous Crystal. "Oh, my god!" said Bethany, "Tell me that is NOT a real tattoo!"

"Like what tattoo?" asked a scared Crystal. She looked down and realized how she was dressed. She was wearing a halter top that was cut short and showed her mid-section, a short denim skirt, and a pair of pink high heel.

"Crystal, it says, 'Bimbo!' with an exclamation and everything. Were you drunk?"

"Like oh my god!" said Crsytal. "Why am I talking this way!" she screamed inside her head. "Is it like totally huge?" she asked Bethany.

"Yes, the letters are like six inches high! Don't you know it's there?"

"Um, like of course I do, I totally love it. It's so hawt!"

"'Hawt'?" said Bethany, mimicking Crystal's airhead voice. "What's gotten into you? You're dressed like you're going to a club, you have the hair and make up like...well, like a hooker, you're talking like an airhead, and you have a 'Bimbo!' tramp stamp!"

Crystal wanted to tell Bethany about everything that happened, but she she opened her mouth, out came "Oh...my...god, Bethany, like totally chillax! Let's go to school already, or maybe skip and go like pick up some boys!"

"Crystal, this is too much. Let's just go to class."

They walked on. Crystal smacked her gum, swayed her hips, and tossed her hair as she walked. Bethany just looked at her friend and rolled her eyes.

They made it to campus with a few cars honking at them. Crystal found herself waving at anyone who honked even though she didn't want to.