Make Me
Nikki posed the million dollar question, smiling almost evilly as she draped a towel over the mirror in front of me, covering up my only frame of reference.
"I'm scared for my life," I laughed, "but I do trust you."
"Correct answer," she smiled. "Ok ladies, let's get this started!"
We were sat in the back room of a beauty parlour which apparently did everything - from haircuts, to piercings and even tattoos. Becca seemed to be a regular here, as she knew everyone like they were family. I had no idea what she had planned for my little makeover, but I couldn't deny my pure excitement to find out.
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