Decisions 6 (Part Two)

(Okay guys, I know you can't lose that much weight in three months. It's completely unhealthy. The healthy amount, given by scientists, is like 7lbs every two months. But seeing as this is complete fiction, I'm gonna help her out a little bit (okay a lot). So don't comment and tell me it's wrong or whatever. Cut me and Kim some slack!) Also, Anonymous, the accident int the first chapter was just letting you know that her dad died and to explain her mother's behavior towards her. This is how Kim looks now.
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Over the next three months Romeo was my guardian. He helped me when I almost started comfort eating (when Rachel or RJ started on me), when I didn't want to do it cuz I was convinced I was gonna stay fat and when I thought I broke my little finger. I don't know what the last one has to do with anything but...oh well. I talked to my friends on the phone during the holidays, including Cameron who rang me like every two days.

One and a half months after I started my new routine, it was the six weeks holidays. I told all my friends they couldn't see me until September. I wanted it to be a surprise. But the thing is...it was a surprise to me! I looked in the bathroom mirror one morning and I saw a taller, slim girl. She had curves, big boobs and a kind of big butt (expected). She had long, shiny brown hair, white/pink clear skin, sparkly dark brown eyes, a petite nose and plump pink lips. She looked good, pretty, sexy, and beautiful even.

I shrieked and shouted and giggled for half-an-hour before I weighed myself.
I was just under ten stone and I was ECSTATIC! The final test was sneaking into my mum's closet, pinching her white skinny jeans and trying them on. AND THEY FIT PERFECTLY! I rang Romeo and told him to get his butt over to my house.

When he arrived, he looked at me and swept me into a huge bear hug. When he set me down he grinned. Just that he could pick me up made me giggle.

"Phase one, my darlin', is complete!"
"Yay!"
"Phase 2, is your fashion sense. It's terrible! And I'm a guy! I shouldn't be able to spot it" he whispered in mock-horror. I laughed and cut my eye at him playfully.
"Well, what are we gonna do about it?" I asked, seriously now.
"My sister is in town visiting the family"
"Wait! You have a sister?"
"She's twenty-two and she works on a magazine as a fashion thingy in America, I forget what magazine and what her exact title is though"

"Cool, where is she?"
"Outside on the lawn" he smiled innocently. I grinned and shook my head.
"Go get her then!" he ran downstairs and called into the lawn.
A minute later he arrived in my room with a tall, beautiful blond woman behind him. They looked like siblings, you could just tell.

"Hi, I'm Ophelia!" she smiled warmly at me and I shook her hand.
"Kim" she nodded and her eyes automatically traveled down to my outfit.
She seemed to shudder and then she turned for my wardrobe and flung the doors open almost as if she were angry. Her eyes swept over the hangers and then she grabbed everything and chucked them on the bed.

"They're all, no offense, repulsive! Give them to Oxfam or something please and spare me the painful sight of them" she muttered dramatically and turned to my drawers. She did the same with that too. And I was horrified to see my granny knickers and bras on the bed at the top of the pile. Romeo followed my gaze and grinned.

"Don't worry babe, I've seen worse!" he whispered and I giggled nervously, it was still embarrassing!
"Okay, the only thing I see that is even remotely nice, are those jeans you have on, these white converses and this pink smock. Take that gray thing off your chest please and put the smock on. Now" she ordered me and shoved her brother out the room. I obeyed and she turned me to the piles around my room.

"Today we burn these, OK? We're going shopping, now, and you better bring all your cards. You're gonna need 'em" she said excitedly and pulled me out the door as I picked my purse up.
We went to Oxford street and bought loads in every shop (slight exaggeration, we didn't raid the restaurants). We had to keep going back and putting the bags in her car (big nice ford) like, six shops. We bought new underwear, bras, tights, leggings, socks, jeans, shirts, skirts, dresses, shoes, trainers, jewelry, belts, bags, tongs, straighteners, and more things. I tried everything on and showed Ophelia, we must have spent five or more hours in Oxford Street. When we went in the last shop we saw a little make-up stall. Ophelia rushed me over there so fast I think she left her weave behind (LOL). Anyway, she told the lady I was useless with make-up and never wore it. Then she asked her to show me how to put it on and what suited me and what I needed. After an hour of this, I knew how to do myself up and I bought one of everything at the stall. We went back to the car and realized we had a problem. The trunk, and backseat of her car were full of bags, we could just manage to fit the last in.

"Kim can just sit on my lap in the front" Romeo suggested like it was obvious.
"Um...I might crush you" I said before realizing I was skinny.
"No actually I won't! Cuz I'm not fat anymore!" I said in a sing-song voice and he laughed.
So going home, I was sitting on his lap in the passenger seat, Ophelia kept on looking over and then bursting into laughter.

When we got home it took us like four trips to get all he bags up into my room, where we unpacked everything into its new rightful place. It took us an hour to do, and then we all collapsed tired onto my bed.
"God that was fun" I said sarcastically.
"Yeah, you won't be like that when the boys see you in that halter top and mini skirt and you are bombarded with numbers!" she giggled and I joined in. Ophelia was great.

She left and it was just Romeo and me. I went to try on an outfit and when I came back he wolf-whistled.
"You absolute babe you! I want to have your babies!" he cried and pounced on me, we messed around and giggled for a minute before I got up and gave him two fingers.
I was wearing a black top, with a plunging neckline, a pink skirt (Mini), black tights and pink wedgies. I turned in the mirror and I was so pleased I started crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Romeo pulled me into a hug and crooned.
"I've never, never looooked this, goooood!" I wailed.
"Well you do know, that's all that matters!"
"I knooooooooow! But I'm happy, 'cuz I'll actually get noticed now!" I sobbed into his chest. He smiled.

"Ah. Phase three, Confidence!" he announced.
"Tomorrow there's a party at one of my mate's house. Don't worry, no one from our school will be there!" he hastily added on at my incredulous look.
"Okay" I sniffed. Tomorrow was Saturday, next week Monday, we started school again, and it's my turn to shine. I cringed as I thought of seeing Rachel and RJ.

"Hey, can you dance?" he asked me. I nodded and pulled back.
"OK" he grinned, moved to put a CD in the player and pressed play. Black eyed-pea's Boom Boom Pow came on and he raised an eyebrow.
"Dance then! Shake your booty!" he joked.
I rolled my eyes and started dancing, the whole time feeling his eyes on me.
The music stopped and I stood up straight.
"That was good! Not only can you draw but you can dance too! Amazing!" he exclaimed. I smiled shyly .
"I'm something alright" I muttered under my breath.