Casey's Makeover is over

You head back into the salon to look for Casey, glancing again at Tova's giant boobs as you pass. If she saw you checking out her chest, she'd probably be proud, given the almost perfect score you gave her 'killer tits', but she doesn't catch you at all. She, and everyone else in the salon, is fixated on the new girl Casey, who's standing there in a highly modified version of her plaid flannel and a mini-skirt made from her black tee. Her cargo pants are nowhere to be seen.

"I couldn't find a new outfit exactly, but I did find some scissors," the teen hottie explains, pretending to holster the scissors on her hip.

You look up from her sneakers and smooth, slender legs to her bullshit little mini-skirt, past her belly button and her little waist to her cleavage, peeking out from behind the one remaining button on her 'shirt,' which is a homemade tube top of red and black plaid. You glance at the bumps of her nipples pushing at their flannel covering, and finally up to her face under the low cap, which she lifts to meet your eyes.

Codi steps up beside you as you and Casey exchange dirty smirks with each other. "We're going to be writing in some categories here too, I take it?"

You answer her while slowly approaching Casey, "Yeah why don't you give her some 10s in some outfit stuff."

Casey has some suggestions of her own. "Maybe effort? Or attitude?" She holds the scissors up to the only button holding her top together, ready to snip it right off.

Her pose brings another grin to your face while you answer "Maybe, but I don't think we should skip the usual categories."

"Well, I was kinda hoping you would." Casey says, and continues when you glare at her, "cuz I'm a virgin, and I..."