founders of ASU had been related to him in some way. I’d heard June brag about it a few times, mentioning that Brice’s dad had gotten more than one student kicked out of the school for messing with his son. No…as much as I would have loved to have a reason to leave this place before , I suddenly had a new outlook on the whole college experience thing . Starting tonight… Evelyn was dead. Eve was the new me, and she had some major catching up to do.
The little black dress I’d left hanging on the closet door was waiting for me after I’d unpacked the six pair of shoes I bought earlier in the day. I pulled my new black stilettos free from their little pink box, admiring the four inch heel s for a moment before setting them on the floor just under the dress. I’d never walked in heels before in my life, but I’d seen tons of girls here wear them on a daily basis. Surely it couldn’t be that hard…
It took forty five minutes longer than usual to get through my shower this time. Who ever thought that shaving down there was a good idea was insane. I’d been so scared of cutting myself that I’d skipped over half the hair on my first pass. Three more passes and my crotch tingled in protest, bare and exposed even under the tiny sheer white panties I’d bought to match the push up bra I wore now. A quick look at the clock and I saw it was already 9:30 p.m. The dress went on next and then the shoes, my body covered in a body shimmer I’d had for years –a gift from one of my aunts. Fat people didn’t wear body shimmer…it drew too much attention to the flubby skin we were trying to hid e . Adding a smattering of sparkle to that would have been disast rous at three hundred and fifty-three pounds. At one hundred and twelve pounds I looked like I had a glow about me .
I’d pushed my hair back into a loose braid that I wrapped into a bun, pinning shorter layers on top of my head with a thin silver headband. A few swipes of black polish on my nails and toes, and I was almost ready. If only June were here…
I looked in confusion at the five different types of make-up I’d purchased , hoping that one of them had directions printed on the side. No such luck…
You Tube hadn’t failed me yet. Makeup in hand I hobbled over to my bed, placing my laptop and my new hand held mirror in front of me. Two searches and I found what I was looking for: Quick and easy natural looking make-up. It was simple enough to follow the directions, my tiny fingers nimble at getting the black liner just so around my eyes. Midnight black eye shadow transformed my face into something I’d only seen in magazines or on pretty girls. Sexy…alluring…I blinked at the finished work in surprise. I couldn’t believe that this was the new me… Eve…
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I loved nighttime because of the shadows it brought. Before, it would have given me something to hide within, now it complimented my beauty.
Riding in the passenger seat of Jeremy’s car , everything just seemed better. The stars were brighter, the moon was bigger, I felt like a million bucks, and I was with one of the most eligible bachelors on campus. He couldn’t stop looking at me, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I was severely overdressed compared to the jeans and collar shirt he wore, but he didn’t make me feel that way. He’d seen me waiting for him outside in front of my dorm, stopped at the cur b and stared for a full thirt y seconds before getting out to open my door. There was no hiding the continuous blush that seemed to fill my entire body, even now as we pulled into his apartment complex.
My spirits suddenly sank at the crowd of student s milling about on the sidewalk , stairs, and balconies.
“A little get together…” I mus ed out loud, clutching my hands tightly in my lap to hide the sudden nervousness I felt .
He caught the irritation in my tone right away and grabbed my hand as soon as he parked the car.
“I’m not the only one having a party. You’re
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