55. BFFs
“There's only one place I haven't been yet,” Amy says to herself, “It's time to find this Mistress Stacy and see if I can't have a reasonable conversation with her.” Amy notes her present state of undress and wonders how best to approach this. After consideration, she decides that perhaps pleading for mercy will work best; maybe there are spare clothes in the powder room, or a towel she can borrow. From there, she can ply Stacy for information.
Amy walks to the powder room door and knocks three times. She demurely covers her nudity as best she can with her hands and adopts a sheepish smile.
“OH MY GOD, I'M IN HERE, GO AWAY!!!”
“Um...” begins Amy, “It's, ah, kind of an emergency. Could you please open the door?” she waits, hearing no answer. “... Please?” she ads in her most pathetic tone of voice.
Amy hears loud banging, the sound of stomping feet. The door swings open and in it stands the picture of teenage petulance. A girl, about Amy's height, with ghostly pale skin and poorly-dyed black hair. She's wearing an all black ensemble, knee-high leather boots covered in buckles, leather miniskirt, halter top, fishnet gloves. Her face is festooned with piercings. She stares at Amy viciously; if looks could kill, Amy would now be a pile of salt on the floor.
The young woman, whom Amy guesses must be Stacy, looks Amy up and down. Starting at Amy's face, working down every inch of Amy's naked body, and then back up. Each second her contempt seems to grow. Until her eyes reach Amy's hair.
“Oh my GOD! You found my comb! I've been looking EVERYWHERE for it!” She seizes the comb from Amy's hair. “Thank you SO much! I've been trying to find this to complete my new look! Come on in!”
Amy nearly experiences whiplash at the sudden change in attitude. She vaguely recalls being subject to mood swings as a teenaged girl, but never THIS violent. Still, she follows Stacy into the powder room.
It takes Amy a few moments to process what she sees. The powder room certainly looked from the outside like a tiny room nestled across from the stairs. Apparently, it is much, much larger on the inside than it is on the outside. This looks like a full-on day spa, complete with mani-pedi stations, massage tables, hair dressers, the works. No wonder Stacy can spend so much time in here.
“Like, come on!” Stacy interrupts Amy's reverie, “You know we're, like, BFFs now! Let's give each other make-overs!” Stacy now sounds the perfect teenage valley girl.
Amy is stunned. Stacy is way more of a girly-girl than she expected, based on the gothic way that she presents herself. She tries to think of a polite way to broach the topic.
“Um, so, what's, uh, what's with the Hot Topic get-up?” Amy asks.
“Oh, this? I've been wanting to change my look forEVER, the goth thing is way out now. And now that I've got the perfect accessory, I can!” She snaps her finger and, in an instant, her hair is blonde and pigtailed. Her piercings have disappeared, and she's now wrapped in a white spa towel. Her skin remains deathly white, however.
“But enough about me! You are clearly in much more dire need of an update to your look. I don't even know what is going on here, but those glasses and that hair cut just say total geek.” Amy generally likes her hair, it doesn't get in her way and looks attractive enough. At least, she thinks.
“Well, I-”
“Also, I really don't know if the nudist thing is for you.” Stacy adds. Amy blushes, having temporarily forgotten her nudity.
“Oh, that's-”
“First thing's first, though! Let me get a look at your face!” In half an instant Stacy is on top of Amy, holding Amy's face in her hands and examining Amy's T-zone.
“I'm not a-”
“Oh, man, this is, like, a skin emergency! You have the HUGEST pores I've ever seen! Let's start by giving you a facial!”
Amy's had some painful experiences with facials in the past, and she gets the feeling from the force with which Stacy is holding her head that this is not going to be pleasant or relaxing. “On the other hand,” Amy thinks, “letting her give me a facial may get me in her good graces.” Amy feels a chill run through her naked body. “Maybe I should get a towel first, though...”
What should Amy do?