Lauren's outfit adjustment

I gulped and held breath as Becky and her gang (well, maybe my gang too) went to work.

They wasted no time in taking charge of my transformation.

My shirt was untucked and my tie pulled off me, leaving my collar open and casual. Then, they undid the top two buttons of my shirt, exposing more skin than I was comfortable with. But just when I thought they were finished, Becky smirked at me and said, "Tights off too, Lozza." Her tone was deadpan serious.

Before I could protest, Dani stepped forward. "Hold still," she said, her fingers deftly reaching for the hem of my skirt.

With a swift flick, my skirt was up slightly as Dani grabbed my tights and slid them down my legs; they pooled at my feet. I stood there, stunned, feeling exposed and , not knowing what to do or say. I just followed orders and stepped out of my shoes to remove the tights. The sensation of my bare feet on the dirty bathroom floor sent shivers down my spine, and I fought the urge to recoil in disgust.

"There you go, Lozza," Becky said with a satisfied grin. "Now you look like one of the gang, but I feel like something is missing."

Becky tapped her chin, thinking before the lightbulb moment, "I know, Jess, pass your lipstick." Jess lipstick was definitely too loud for me—ruby red glitter lipstick. I thought it was tacky. Why don't I speak up for myself and stop this? But I was just frozen. Lost in my thoughts, I found myself just following Becky's order as she applied the lipstick to me.

Becky beamed, "Perfect; we'll give you the tie back at the end of the day."

I glanced down at my bare legs, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame. Aimes got her phone out, and we all got in a bathroom mirror selfie, looking back at me in the cracked bathroom mirror was a far cry from my former polished image, what on earth was going to happen next and will I finally stand up for myself.