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explaining
to me how to apply the makeup, and how to create different looks for daytime,
going out, formal events, etc … It was so much
information that I’m sure I only retained half of it, but I knew that I’d have Evie around to help me.
    Just as Becky was finishing up and
putting together a kit for me to take home, Evie entered the room and stopped mid-step when she saw me.
    “Who are you and what have you
done with my best friend?” she exclaimed. She then ran to me, picked me up, and
twirled me around. “You look absolutely stunning. I am so jealous… I knew you
were beautiful, but Sam… wow. You are drop dead gorgeous.”
    “Thank you, Evie .
Thank you so much for bringing me here. I feel amazing. I really don’t believe
it yet. I keep looking at myself in the mirror trying to figure out if it’s
really me,” I said trying not to cry again so I wouldn’t mess up my makeup.
    “It is really you, and I could
stand here all day and look at you too, but we need to get going so we still
have a few hours to take you shopping,” Evie said as
she pulled me towards the front desk to check out.
    After we grabbed a bite to eat, we
hit the shops to tackle the issue of my clothesless closet. I knew that it would take me awhile to build up a full wardrobe, but
for now I needed to get the basics. Several hours and dozens of stores later,
we were both exhausted but I felt giddy with the bags and bags of goodies in
the backseat, especially the ones from Victoria’s Secret. I had never owned
lacy, seductive bras and panties before, my mom only bought me plain white
cotton undergarments. However, I had read countless books where the girl would
end up in an unplanned sexual encounter only to be embarrassed by her old-lady
panties. So to alleviate that possible humiliation, I vowed to only own and
wear sexy panties from that point forward. I figured I was going to be awkward
enough whenever I did finally find myself in a situation that someone saw me
without my clothes on, so hopefully I would look good enough in my lingerie to
keep their attention off my ineptness.
    We finally returned to our dorm room
a little after seven which gave us a couple of hours
to recharge before the party. As I was putting away my purchases, Evie came into my room and sat on my bed.
    “So for tonight… are we still
going to do our book boyfriend challenge?” she asked trying to hide the
hopefulness in her voice.
    “Of course, why wouldn’t we?” I
asked.
    “I was just making sure you
weren’t haven’t second thoughts… that you just didn’t agree last night because
you had been drinking,” she said. “But yay, I’m glad you still want to do this…
I think it’s going to be a fun way for us to meet new people. Since this is our
first time, I want you to pick the “type” we are hunting tonight… whatever you
will be most comfortable with.”
    “Hunting, Evie ?
Really?” I exclaimed.
    “Yes, hunting, Sam. Guys are prey
that you hunt, capture, and slaughter. If you don’t have this mindset, you will
become the prey… I’ve been the prey once, and I’ll be damned if I let it happen
again,” she retorted a little too seriously.
    “Okay, whatever, a little dramatic
don’t you think?” I didn’t want to argue with her. The day had been too perfect
to ruin it with something so silly, so I decided to drop it and move on. “Okay,
then to make it easy tonight let’s do the ‘Mr. All-American,’ the college frat
boy, since we are going to be at a college party. There should be plenty of
those to choose from, right?” I asked.
    “Sounds perfect, now let’s get
dressed to kill,” she grinned as she walked out of my room.
    “Sure thing… just let me get out
my sexy camouflage dress,” I called after her shaking my head.
    Choosing my outfit for the evening
was more difficult than I had anticipated. I knew I was overthinking the whole
thing, but this was a big deal…well, at least to me it was. I didn’t want to
look