Nerd Makeover Novels & Stories

I said with a sunny smile. “That’s how we do it. You’ll get paid nightly.” I was on a high all night from the success and the adventure. Saturday morning, I was beat. I felt hung over even though yesterday I didn’t have anything alcoholic to drink. Nina called early. “Morning,” Nina said, her voice chipper. “I booked you a trip to my favorite stylist. Come on. My treat.” “Ugh, Nina.” “No excuses. You need a makeover.” “I thought I already had a makeover.”

All I could think of was the possibility of Gabriel taking advantage of me, and If truly there were any plans up his sleeves, if there was a trap, I’d make damn sure he was the first to fall into it. An hour slipped by and I was finally all dolled up. The makeover was stunning— my hair was silky and shiny, cascading in beautiful waves down my shoulders. My nails sparkled with dazzling acrylic designs, and my makeup was absolutely flawless. I wore a mini floral sundress that hugged me in all the right places, complemented by a pair of strappy heels and a chic purse. “Perfecto!” One of the staff complimented me as I stood in front of the mirror, prompting an exaggerated eye roll from Nita.

“You don’t look like a nerd.” “Why? Oh I see,” he chuckled, nodding, “so, to be a nerd, you have to wear big round glasses, oversized T-shirts or hoodies and bogus jeans. And yes, no dye on your hair. And, if you wear leather jackets, tint your hair and obviously rides a bike, you are not a nerd.” Nathania was shocked at how he analyzed everything and when he was done, she couldn’t help laughing. “No, no, I did not say that,” she shook her head.

In the mere blink of an eye upon entering the mall, remorse flooded over me for uttering the word 'crazy.' because Nat unleashed sheer mayhem inside the shop, darting through the cloth store, shoes, accessories—forcing us into an impromptu makeover, complete with a hairstyle change and a glamorous nail session. Literally, everything about us changed, because I had no desire to pick anything for myself; she did it all. She picked shoes from heels to sandals, clothes, panties, and all.

"I hope this man makes you happy, darling. My breathing quickens, and I'm ready to explode when my godmother appears. "Theo, you can cry. You're not wearing make-up anyway. "she shrugs. The man straightens up, sniffling. "You're the one who thinks. The make-up artist gave me a makeover too. But she said it would make me look more manly. And I ended up enjoying the experience. Is that bad? We all ended up laughing in the corridor.

Cole’s gaze dragged over me slow and hungry, from the new haircut down to the tight top Maya made me wear home. “What the hell…” Cole muttered first, standing up halfway from the couch. I blinked, then it hit me. The makeover. The sleek cut that made my neck look long and sexy, the makeup still fresh, the new clothes hugging every curve. They weren’t used to this version of me. I felt a rush of satisfaction mixed with nerves....good nerves, the kind that made my stomach flip hot.

“If you’re going to act like the same timid, heartbroken Nora, then I’m afraid all this glam is a waste of fabric.” Nora blinked. “What are you talking about?” Mira let out an exasperated sigh and pulled her aside near one of the side columns. “When you first arrived in New York, I asked what this whole makeover was about. You said you were done being the old Nora—the silent one, the one who let people walk all over her. You wanted to rediscover yourself... even your sexuality, remember that?” Nora’s eyes widened. “Mira—” “The reason I gave you that dress wasn’t just to play Barbie. I wanted you to feel like a woman again. To have fun. To flirt. Maybe even fuck a man or two if he makes your

Our little family. Reaching forward, my fingers touch the screen as I watch the interaction between her and my associates. Based on Nessa's reaction to Ms. Smith as she and Reggie gaze at one another, I can tell that Katelyn was right about the new disguise tech she just developed. Color shifting makeup that can change highlights and contours on demand. Applied evenly, it can be manipulated to give anyone the appearance of another person without plastic surgery or prosthetics--a cosmetic deep-fake that can be changed as quickly as one moves from one room to the next.

Glueing her palms together, she gives me her famous puppy dog eyes. Flip. That always folds me. “Ugh, fine. You’re buying my iced matcha lattes and pastries from Buns & Hots for the next two weeks. Deal?” “Deal! Double deal! A million times deal!” Satisfied, I pull out my notebook and try to actually focus on whatever Prof. Adams’ droning on about regarding personality disorders. But I can’t focus, because now I can feel Jade drilling holes straight into the side of my face.

CLARA'S POV I stood there for a second, then followed the crowd of students pushing through the double doors. The auditorium filled up fast, students packing into every row until the head of the design program stepped up to the podium at the front, a wide smile on her face. "I know you've all heard the rumors," she said, "and I am happy to say they are true. We are launching the Sterling Heights Youth Fashion Collective, the very first of its kind, in partnership with Nike, the CFDA, and Teen Vogue."