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project left much to be desired, what I did have was a blueprint for beauty.
    And a wish list for the ultimate makeover.
    I bit my lip as I studied the individual pictures in front of me and thought about what it would be like to be that gorgeous. Certainly people would notice me then, right? I mean, how could they not, with hair like that and a body that would put a Victoria’s Secret model to shame?
    “I’ll just start out small,” I said out loud, as if I was warning the universe what I was about to do. But the reality was that people changed their appearances all the time. Cosmetics were a multibillion-dollar industry, after all.
    What I wanted to do required a little more magic than could be found in the aisles of my local drugstore.
    Before I could feel weird about what I was doing, I performed the spell that would change my boring brown eyes toa gorgeous sea-green color. It was over so quickly that I had to look in the mirror to see if it had even worked. Studying my new eyes, I was amazed by how much of a difference it made. I almost couldn’t stop staring at them. I clapped my hands together in excitement, then set to work on all the other parts of me that I felt needed an upgrade.
    I lightened my mousy brown hair to a golden blond, which gave me the appearance that I’d spent most of my life on a beach somewhere tropical. My strands grew about five more inches in length, and the ends took on a natural curl they’d only ever had when I spent hours curling them.
    Next I focused on clearing up my skin; the tiny bumps that had plagued almost every part of my body disappeared within minutes. Every surface became smooth, and for the first time I loved the feel of my hand on my cheek. My lips took on a pucker that was just slightly bigger than usual and my brows arched into a sassy angle that I’d never been able to achieve through plucking.
    I moved on and gave my height a boost without the need of heels. And just to ensure that no one would consider my body boyish anymore, my butt and hips swelled just the tiniest bit, to give me that little oomph I’d always wanted. I wouldn’t be mistaken for Kim Kardashian anytime soon, but there was a curve to me now that hadn’t been there before. And because I wanted that sun-kissed glow without a side of melanoma, I threw in a little bronzed sheen for good measure.
    Feeling like I was getting a bit carried away, I stepped away from my spell book and walked carefully over to the mirror. Still looking at the ground, I took a few moments to remember what I’d looked like before. I couldn’t help but feel like I was on one of those extreme makeover shows and was about to be unveiled to the waiting audience. When I felt like I was finallyready to see the results, I lifted my eyes to my reflection.
    And gasped.
    There, staring back at me, was a glamazon. I took a hesitant step forward, half expecting the figure not to move along with me. But she did, and the closer I got, the more I could see myself staring back. New hair color, eye color, and body aside, there was enough of the old me shining through that I wasn’t a totally new person. The shape of my eyes was still the same, as was my face, though the clear skin and golden hue made me glow like I never had before. I was digging the blond locks, and pushed out my hip to test my new sass-factor.
    It was me, but it wasn’t me. I was new and improved. Buffed and done up. It was like I’d airbrushed a bad picture of me. Only, I got to be like this all the time!
    I turned around in circles, admiring my new self until I got dizzy and then collapsed on the floor. What would the reaction be like at school? Things had to be different now, right? I was different. I caught another glance at myself and winked.
    Nope, being invisible was no longer an option.

 
    When I opened my eyes the next morning, I lay in bed thinking about what I’d done to myself the night before. Part of me wondered whether it had all been a dream, and my