Elie had placed on my head a blond wig that was absolutely beautiful. It was thick and full, with lots of waves that came down just below my shoulders. I saw a pretty young lady sitting here, as though she were getting ready for a date. She had given me the works, eyeliner, mascara, rouge, bright red, wet looking lips. they looked so kissable. She had even clipped a pair of dangling earrings on me.
I was astonished. "Is that really me?"
"Yes it is my sweet. It is the real you, and you are lovely."
"Do you really think so, Elie?"
"Yes... I do, and that is no lie."
I could not take my eyes from the mirror's reflection I winked at myself, then I pursed my full red lips, and mimicked a kiss. I was delighted with everything I saw.
"I thin, girl, that you are going to be one very big flirt. Now get up. I want to give yo some more ammunition to rease with... to flirt with."