Chapter 2. All Dressed Up

"Ok, Emma, we are going to make a run for it," I whispered as I looked towards Emma, and I put my hand on the car door, ready to roll.

"The last one to your room is going with no panties on tonight." And just like that, Emma was out of the car. She was bolting to god knows where. I managed to make it to my room with only two collisions. I am sure the decorating crew thinks a monster is chasing me. I may or may not be responsible for the hall having confetti everywhere. As I enter my room, I don't see Emma, so I breathe a sigh of relief only to have it crushed when she steps out of my bathroom with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Now, how did you manage," I huff and slump down onto my bed, kicking my shoes off and throwing my book bag down. As I throw the bag, confetti flies everywhere, and with a shrug, I let out a small "Oops." Emma walks over and sits down beside me, staring at the confetti. "Well, I usually don't tell my secrets, but I might have run around back. And it's unsafe, but you have weird-ass lattice covered in ivy. So I pulled a rapunzel on that bitch and climbed it. Without being seen."

"I do not care how you got in this room, Emma, but I revoke all statements about my panties. I am wearing panties tonight." I glare and turn towards her. "Not if you can't find them," Emma says as she mocks me and dangles my lacey white pair of panties in my face. I swat her hand and scowl. I stand up and walk towards my dresser, noticing something that looks like a dress hung beside it, covered in plastic. I see a note attached to the hanger and grab it off. "Well, check that out," Emma retorts. "It's from mom, it says, I bought you a dress to wear tonight, and a pair of heels are in your closet. I'm sure Emma will help you get ready! See you at 7, love mom." I set the note down on the dresser and picked up the dress. I gasped as I realized just how sneaky mom was. Was it a dress or lingerie? While gorgeous, I am not sure how much of my body it will cover.

The dress was a cream-colored sleeveless latex dress that ended about two inches below my ass. On top of that was a crystal white lace overlay with tiny crystals, almost microcrystals, that went down to the floor, was skin tight, and highlighted every curve. I set the dress back onto the hook and walked into my closet, Emma trailing behind, still gaping at the dress. I noticed the shoe box as well as the pricey tag on it. I had never even heard of the brand. "Amina Muaddi x Awge Flacko Napa Sandals?" I say and look at Emma bewildered. "Well, don't just stand there staring at the box, dumbass, open them!" Emma screeched, looking much more excited than me. I untied the bow on the box and gasped again, staring at the Heels. They were white, and around the ankle were crystals, with more dangling crystals. A perfect match to the dress mom had got me.

"Mom must be insane!" I set the shoebox on my bed as me and Emma walk back into my room. "She knows that is so not my style. I've never even heard of those brands. Hell, I don't even wear dresses, period." I was still in shock almost as Emma busted out laughing. "Can you even walk in those things?" She could barely even say that as she laughed so hard. "I have not once seen you wear a pair of high heels. This party is just going to be priceless."

I sigh again and sit back down, not ready for the torturing to begin. It was nearly 5:30 now, and Emma takes a solid hour to do my hair and makeup. I can't NOT let her do it; she might kill me. So I go over to my vanity and sit down. I turn to Emma and groan as she's already rushing towards me, squealing like a pig, before they find out they are going to be bacon. I sigh once again and close my eyes before she pokes them out with the brushes.

Sure enough, just as I said. It took Emma a whole damn hour to make me look like a model. My hair was wavey, reaching just below my hips, and my face was covered in foundation and contour while still making me look like me. My eyes were painted with a brown smokey eye, with white eyeliner, making the blue specks in my eyes shine through and wow. I might hate being tortured by Emma, but I'll give her this; she is exceptional at what she does. I look more than sexy; I'm fierce and look a good five years older than I am. I grab the dress and walk into the bathroom; Emma is standing in the doorway, her eyes shining as she fixes up her hair and her sparkling red dress. I slip my dress on, well attempt too. It took Emma and me a good ten minutes to slide the latex part of the dress over my ass, but the rest was a breeze. Once I had the dress on right, it was the comfiest thing I had ever worn. It fit so tight and hugged every curve, the lace on top just accentuating every curve, highlighting my hips and flat stomach, and making my breasts sit just right. I stared at myself in the mirror, in awe of who I was right now. The next thing I knew, a scream in my ear jolted me, and I almost hit Emma. "You're SO getting some tonight!" she echoed into my ear. I flipped her off as I walked into the room. I think she might actually be more excited than me.

I glanced down at my phone, noticing the time had gone by fast, and it was only ten minutes till 7. I put my phone up on my dresser, and Emma and me surveyed ourselves in the mirror one last time.

This damn party better be the night of my life, a night to remember.