Nerd Makeover Novels & Stories

His fatherly role is indeed annoying! I’m dressed for thirty minutes and so, I’m wearing a white tank top in and wearing my black jacket, on a black jean. One beauty of my job is the only day I go cooperate is Monday, and that was two days ago. I don’t use any make-up, because it’s just not my thing, neither do I use high heels, I’m always a fan of boots, converse and flat shoes. You can say I’m ninety-five per cent a tomboy and I like it that way. I tied my hair into a loose ponytail and put on my nude lip gloss; I think I’m ready to go. I come down, and the three Js are already on the dining table, already dressed and waiting for breakfast. I came over to the dining table and take my seat

I had always dressed ordinarily, usually opting for practical and comfortable outfits rather than tight dresses and mini skirts, and I rarely put too much thought into my hair or makeup. On a good day, maybe I would put my hair into a braid and wear a little mascara, but nothing too crazy. And honestly, I never found that side of myself to be particularly disgraceful; if anything, I was proud of the way I looked, even if I looked like a ‘nerd’. “Oh, um… it’s just a temporary makeover,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m still me.” Adrian hummed to himself and shrugged. “You look good, though.”

Hailee was surprised. “I think I’m lost!” I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now! We are all surprised with what we are seeing. Since then, I know that Jai only needs a little makeover and she’ll flaunt it. She’s plainly beautiful before and now that she’s added with a stye, she’s way more attractive. She’s a bit nerdy before so others would really peek on her but now that she transformed, I don’t think so they can even bully her.

He clapped his hands excitedly. The thought of a makeover did sound appealing. But I didn’t want to put Adonis out. “Are you sure?” I asked. He turned to me, his hand propped on his hip. “Sure? Will, I LIVE for this shit.” An hour later, and I was successfully transformed. Adonis picked out a low cut, sexy red dress that hugged my curves. He brushed my hair back into a sleek, high bun, and applied my makeup. “Natural,” he told me as he wiggled the mascara brush over my lashes. “But demure and hot.”

Damien nodded his head and left from there with a proud smirk. "I am Keli, make up artist of Romano Enterprisers." Keli introduced her while walking upstairs. "Nice to meet you Keli. I am Celestine." They both exchanged pleasantries and Keli start doing her magic...

" He winked at her. He kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly and both of them confessed: "I love you, My nerd." "I love you, My bad boy." **HAPPY ENDING**

But saying that out loud felt too vulnerable. “ I don’t know,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. Rachel’s cheerfulness didn’t dim. “Okay, new plan!” she declared, pulling out a small, colorful pouch from her bag. “Mini makeovers! But just, like, fun stuff. I have this nail polish that changes color in the sun! And another one that glows in the dark! It’s completely pointless but also completely awesome.” She held up a tiny bottle of shimmering purple liquid. “What do you say? A little bit of sparkle to combat all this intensity?” She wiggled her own brightly painted fingers. “It’s, like, a scientifically proven mood booster. Probably.”

He groaned, dipping his hand in the shorts and tried to adjust his hard painful cock which was threatening to tear the poor shorts. He could hear his brother in his head telling him to stop being a nerd and go take what it is that he wants. And for the second time in his life, he listened to his brother's lewd proposal, even if it was just in his head, and marched towards Alicia's bedroom. The first time was when he agreed to attend a party with hookers. His birthday party to be exact.

“Wow. I thought people get hotter after summer breaks but you... just get uglier.” The group behind her snickered in amusement. Kathleen pushed off the locker she’d been leaning against and took slow, deliberate steps towards me, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Seriously,” she continued, tilting her head as if studying roadkill, “I thought maybe—maybe—you’d do us all a favor and like… evaporate over break. But no. Here you are. Same fat face, same tragic ponytail, same everything. Did you even try to lose the baby weight? Or is this just your brand now?”

“No worries. You here for more hair growth oil?” She moved toward the shelf automatically, reaching for a bottle, when the words slipped out of me. “No. Not that.” She turned, brows raised. “Then what?” I licked my lips, fingers twisting together, shame and desperation mixing like poison in my veins. “A makeover,” I whispered, then forced myself to say it louder. “I need a complete makeover. Something that’ll make me look nothing like… this.” The silence stretched as she studied me. I stood there trembling, heart pounding while waiting for her to laugh or tell me I didn’t need it.