Page 87 of Greased

The dressing room is just as packed as when we walked in. I swear each direction I look I spot another naked female body part, some only partially covered by scraps of lace.

Shelly rushes me over to a vacant chair at the vanity that spans the entirety of the wall,

“You sit here my darling,” she says forcing me into the chair as she frantically looks around the room, “Brandy! Brandy! Well, wherever Brandy is…” Shelly says before she is interrupted by a frazzled Brandy.

“I’m here, don’t get your panties in a twist,” she says as she dumps the bags she was carrying on the table in front of me. My eyes widen as makeup pallets and hair tools fall from the bags. Good god, what have I gotten myself into?

Shelly takes a sigh of relief as she steps behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders, “Brandy is going to take care of your hair and make up. Is customary that the last girl initiated helps the next girl get ready.”

I nod at her words as I turn to look at Brandy who is smiling at me with a cheeky look on her face, “Don’t you worry sweet pea, those stupid boys won't know what hit them once I’m done with you.”

After what feels like every single product known to man applied to my face and hair, Brandy finally steps away from me. If I don’t see another can of hairspray for the rest of my life, it will still be too soon.

“You look beautiful, Scar,” Brandy says as she pulls her hands up to her chin. A proud look donning her face as she admires me.

I finally turn my head and look in the mirror. Brandy refused when I asked to watch, something about wanting it to be a surprise. My hair hangs in perfect curls down my back. The different blonde shades seem to pop through each twist.

My eyes are dark and smoky but not overdone with my lips in a similar dark colour. I can’t help the smile that overcomes me.

Brandy comes to stand behind me, patiently waiting for a response.

“I think it's time to ruin some men’s lives.” The entire room erupts with cat calls and whoops, each sound helping fuel my ego.

I pull the zipper of the boots up, taking a breath as I stand to my full height. Even though I have been practising in them every night, I still feel like a newborn foal walking for the first time as I get used to being this high again.

My eyes widen in surprise as I take in my appearance. The last time I was in my costume, I had my hair in a messy top knot, but now that my hair and make-up is done, I'm generally shocked at my appearance. I’m not normally one to toot my own horn but god fucking damn, I look hot as fuck.

I grab my phone out of the pocket of my discarded jeans and take a couple of selfies, instantly sending them to both Noah and Grace. I go to set down my phone but pings make me pick it back up again.

GRACE

THAT’S MY FUCKING BITCH

GRACE

If I wasn’t straight, I would be wifing you up.

NOAH

Nope. Get a fucking robe orsomething.

Absolutely not. Grace, do you have one of those douchebags’ numbers? There’s no fucking way you are going on stage in that.

SCARLETT

Calm down, Dad. You should have seen some of the other options I was given. This was the safest. Not only that but I know just how much it will piss those boys off.

NOAH

Now that you have said that, please go and destroy their lives. Maybe collect their balls on those heels and wear them as a lucky charm.

SCARLETT

Blood thirsty, I love it

GRACE

I sometimes question why I’m friends with you twosome days.

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