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Post by Vomica on Jan 26, 2009 23:03:27 GMT -4
"Much better.", I say smiling revealing my pearls.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 26, 2009 23:05:13 GMT -4
"Oh yes, I agree!" Victoria grins a wide grin. "You are looking so incredible, baby!"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 26, 2009 23:16:53 GMT -4
"I have you to thank!", I say back in honesty.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 26, 2009 23:21:34 GMT -4
"Oh baby, we are in this together!" Victoria grins. "I want to make you as big and beautiful as you could ever wish to be!"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 27, 2009 12:19:00 GMT -4
"Oh yes!", I say in exclamation and agreement.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 27, 2009 17:49:11 GMT -4
Victoria smiles, "If that's what you really want, I need to know something." She leans in close, "Going big is going to require a few more additions. You sure you're up to it?"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 27, 2009 17:55:21 GMT -4
My old voice, the one in my head, tries to object, attempts to argue against my urges. But it fails. After all, the only thing this salon has given me is a great body, and well it is doing it is has felt great.
I smile and nod to Victoria.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 27, 2009 17:59:13 GMT -4
"Very good. First things first, you need a name. Toni is good, but it's too close to who you were. We need something different and a little more glamorous don't you think?"
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Post by Vomica on Jan 28, 2009 17:53:48 GMT -4
The sudden threat of a new identity causes my former self to have one last resurgence "What are am I doing? Ontology is dependent on the mind, the self. How am I letting that be changed? Reality is already subjective. The only known truth is oneself, and I'm now willing to compromise that? Give up the only objective knowledge that I possess? 'A rose by any other name...', perhaps I could maintain my sense of self-- my awareness. On the other hand though...". For some reason or another my profound philosophical thought is interrupted and my former being forgotten, or at least pushed into the unconscious mind..
I appear to be deep in thought, and when I finally respond I speak with an air of clarity, "If I must chose, my name shall be... Avanti".
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 28, 2009 18:06:23 GMT -4
"Wonderful! Now, I have one more question for you. What makes a glamorous woman, in your opinion?" Victoria smiles, a big pearly white grin. "Come now, Avanti. Surely you already know what you want..."
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Post by Vomica on Jan 28, 2009 18:57:30 GMT -4
Come on, I can do it! Don't give in! I go and start subjecting myself to the objectification of woman., my unconscious mind argues.
"Glamorous you say? Why dear, the very word means to 'be full of glamor or magic', now then sister, we just have to do just that. To be captivating, that is the goal, no?", my voice says in a different style then usual. "Capture attention. Stand out."
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 28, 2009 19:06:33 GMT -4
"Oh I want you to be captivating, sister. I want you to be big, bold, and glamorous. If that's what you really want, then I believe I know just what to do. Step over to this wardrobe, and let's make you a big, bold, glamour doll!" She opens the door and the sheer magnitude of clothing astounds you. More dresses, gowns, and accessories that you can possibly believe are stored in the wardrobe.
"Everything here is magical," Victoria grins. "In order words, you get what you want." She leans against the wardrobe and watches you begin to sort and choose.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 28, 2009 21:27:57 GMT -4
I peruse the nearly infinite collection of fabrics and attires. Over elaboration can draw attention away from what it is trying to convey, with that in mind I began looking for something simple yet elegant. The first thing I do is I move anything with to many ruffles or frills to the side and out of the way, and pull forward anything that catches my eye. I want people to notice me, not what I am wearing after all...
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 28, 2009 22:01:09 GMT -4
Victoria silently agrees and is happy that you are making all the right choices. Soon, you've narrow the field down and get ready to choose.
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Post by Vomica on Jan 28, 2009 22:10:34 GMT -4
I finally settle on a small black dress, when I gently rub my hand across it I find it to be made of fine silk. "I think I got!", I say to Victoria.
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