Headgear Braces Stories Novels & Stories

Now, it was a whole other story. She didn’t have braces anymore and her makeup hid her freckles well. Her hair was now to her lower back and the colour had lightened from a honey brown to light brown. She was like a completely different woman. She also liked to curse a lot, because her room wasn’t soundproof and I would often hear her cursing at me.

It definitely gave my self confidence a boost in the right direction. I barely learned how to tame my curly red hair freshman year of college. The frizz was insane in highschool, earning me nicknames like brillo head, or flaming bush. The bullying was relentless, it didn't help that I had a full set of braces with bands that gave me a damn lisp. High school was rough, but I survived. I thrived in my studies even though I lacked in my social skills. I made it into my dream school and am just a year away from graduating with my degree in engineering.

She replied. "You got braces? Let me have a look!" Reaching out, Giry pried her mouth open. Sure enough, he saw a set of metal braces over her once white teeth, the ugliest and most primitive metal brace at that, rendering her entire mouth significantly bigger. "Wow! You actually got braces, and it's such an ugly one to boot! What were you thinking?" Giry couldn't understand her at all. This is simply too ugly! Even if she wanted to get braces, there are plenty of choices nowadays, so she totally didn't have to choose such an ugly one.

She turned serious. "Nothing very important I would say, Penelope only asked if I was shown around school as a newbie and if I was a good witch or a bad one," I told Narin and turned to the mirror. My hair began to return to its normal color and I smiled at Narin, "Good job witch, it's just like I expected" I smiled watching as the freckles on my face faded away. I only pulled out the braces and glasses and kept them on the bathroom sink.

And there was even some sympathetic murmuring from the waiting room behind him, where two grey-haired ladies were flipping through magazines. “I was kind of hoping I could may be finally get rid of the brace,” Joe said. “How long has it been?” Rick’s Mom asked. “Four weeks tomorrow.” She nodded. “We’ll see what we can do. It’ll probably be ten minutes or so.” “Okay, thanks.” He turned to the waiting room. One of the ladies there looked up and gave him a sweet smile. Smiling back, Joe took a seat and wondered if he should maybe just hold on to that brace, as it seemed to be a real hit with women of all ages.

“It was a tactical practice. The teacher asked us to make pairs and rehearse some moves for the next game, and we were very confident with it.” I look at him, not understanding any of the shit he’s talking about. “I'm not a journalist, you can talk naturally,” I say. He sighs. “Sorry. Usually, this kind of question doesn't come in a relaxed way.” He doesn't take his eyes off the road. “How long did you wear braces on your teeth?” He slows down considerably. For the first time, he looks at me and is intrigued. “What kind of question is that? I've never been asked this question before.” He opens a small smile.

Pumalakpak pa ako sa harap niya pero inismiran niya lang ako habang hinimas ang braso niyang sinapak ko. "Bakit ka ba kasi nahulog?" "Natalisod ako sa may tali tapos dumeretso ako sa may hagdan." "Oh ano raw bang lagay ng braso mo? Matatanggal ba?" "Grace naman! Parang sa lagay ng tanong mo gusto mong matanggalan ako ng braso ah." "Ano nga kasi?" "May na dislocate na joint kailangan daw lagyan ng cast." "Yan lang naman siguro ang injury mo diba? Wala bang head injury or any other serious injury?"

His personality was a major drawback. Entering the bathroom, he holds the toothbrush and gently squeezes a little paste. Exposing his braced teeth, he starts brushing them. He had those braces since 9th grade, and the doctor hasn't allowed him to remove them ever since. Due to the monstrous metal cupping his perfectly shining teeth, he is always shy around people and smiles less to hide one more imperfection of his body.

After James left, I placed the bracelet into the jewelry box. Each box could hold 20. This was the fifth one I had filled. It started three years ago. The first time rumors came out about James flirting with a young girl at work. He rushed home right away to explain, saying it was just part of the job. To prove it, he bought me a bracelet that cost about 20 thousand dollars. I actually smiled when I got it. It felt like an apology back then, like he cared about my feelings and knew what I liked.

"It looks like a torture device." "It is a specialized orthopedic brace!" I cried, my eyes darting around as I improvised. "For the Navarino Spine! My back... it is as crooked as the mountain roads of my village. Without this aggressive chest-binding corset, I would collapse into a heap of bones before I could even serve your tea!" Julian blinked. "A back brace? That wraps around the front?" "It is the only way to support the lumbar!" I insisted, stepping toward him with a ferocious, "offended" energy. I held the tan elastic up, showing him the heavy-duty velcro and the steel rods.