Tes stood there in tie dye head to toe from the Charleston light brown pants. She wore a dark brown belt keeping the paints up with a short sleeved undershirt shirt covered by a white long sleeved shirt. Even her hair had been pulled back with a tye dye bandana. Ivy was dead laughing. She had fallen off of her red station round seat in the middle of the dressing room. Tes suspected her lungs must hurt from all the laughing Ivy was doing.

“That bad, huh?”  Tes said bending down, setting her long arms on her knees. Ivy stopped laughing and looked at her straight in the eyes. Tes assumed that Ivy was giving her a once over as the girl’s eyes went up and down her body. The silence seemed to stick to them like a fly on flypaper. 

Then Ivy opened her opaque lips “ Definitely not. 80’s housewife doesn’t fit you in any way.” Ivy bit her lips trying not to laugh but couldn't help it. A sickly evil laugh slipped through as her head hit the red velvet couch bottom cushions behind her.  

“ Ugh! , you're no help!” Tes rolled her perfect eyes, then leaned back a little. Using the tips of her toes to get up into what a ballerina teacher would call relva. Then, she walked off to the small dressing room in the back of the room to change once again. Her dark brown kittie slip-ons made no sound on the wood. It was the first thing her mother had taught her: how to be silent. As her Mom said, no one liked a young lady who could not be silent even in her steps.  

Ivy pulled herself up onto the cushion sitting as a proper woman , her legs crossed as she looked down at them and heard the slight close of the dressing room. Ivy looked up and was almost too shocked to breathe. Luckily her training kicked in and Ivy avetes her eyes as her heart rate speeds up but that was over faster than the falling of dead petals. She stood up and walked over to Tes smiling. “ Now there is a woman who could mesmerize you & kill you at the same time”  Ivy said confidently ,then gripped Tes wrist lightly bringing her over to the mirror.

Holy green tea! Tes did not recognize herself. Crap, she thought. She looked like a boss. The dress shirt stuck to her hourglass-shaped body, the black fabric rufling. Her arms by her side were covered by the most puffy black mesh sleeves Tes had ever seen. But still though the fabric you could see her light umber skin.  Tes brought her hand to the sleeves. Despite  the thin fabric, there was a softness of it.  As Tes looked at her body , she found that the v-shaped neckline did not hang as low as she thought. She thought of her mother. Her mother would always say that girls with low hanging v necks are mostly charlatans.  Well sign me up then, Mother because hell, she looked good.  She saw Ivy looking at her in the mirror, her hand on her dark colored pants right below her corset. Ivy watched Tes standing admire herself in the mirror. It made Ivy grin a little bit. She guessed that Tes had never really been in these kinds of clothes, the kind that showed so much skin. The back of Tes’ black shirt, if you could call it a back, was just two black fabric stripes that ran over her shoulder blades and ended two inches before her waist. Ivy was surprised to see a tattoo on Tes’ back. Now, it was not a devil sign tattoo but it still was ink. But now that she thought about it,  it was ink that she could see Tes having. It was not too strong or fierce but still defined. IT was delicate but at the same time coarse. Excess dots and circles and lines going straight through and under a delicate flower gave it the coarse look whilst the flower looks so delicate and pure.     

Tes was still playing with her sleeves when she heard the tap of heeled boots behind. Tes lifted her head to see Ivy smiling at her. As Tes straightened her head to look up at her, her brown curls fell in her face. Ivy moved closer to Tes, gripping a black pencil in her hand. “One more thing”, Ivy motioned for Tes to lean in. Tes made sure to stand still as she followed her black combat boots dotted with constellations were one in front of the other as Tes stood as still as she could so that the black pencil.

That  Ivy used the pencil to apply something to her eyelids. Tes waited as Ivy traced out the liner in an Egyptian style. All Tes did was breathe as their bodies were so close , trying not to move because as Ivy had put nicely, ”Don’t move or I just might stick this pencil in your eye.’’