by Zoey » Wed Feb 10, 2016 12:06 pm
Diana wakes up, grumbling a bit. As she opens her eyes, she quickly staggers up as she feels something jabbing her eyes. Upon brushing her face she realizes. "Oh... it's just my hair..." she says as she brushes the strands to the side, not used to having hair this long... even if by women's standards its not long. She looks around her room... nothings changed. Still the same room belonging to a school girl named Diana.
Diana sighs and throws to the side her sheets and gets up, brushing down her night gown. She shifts a bit, wiggling her toes, nails painted blue to match the nails on her hands. Another reminder of the situation she was in. She turned and started to strip down, almost instinctively going to the drawer to get her undergarments. Her face flushes red as she almost... no, she knows which ones are the one's she wears regularly for school. However, on the back of her mind, she feels like, maybe, she should wear something more riske. The thought of maybe somehow her panties flashing at Lance crosses her mind, before she quickly gets a hold of herself and she shakes off the thought. "Gah! Yuck!" she exclaims. She would beat the stuffing out of him, if he ever got the chance... Diana recomposes herself and just gets the same old blue stripped panties and bra combo.
She places them over the bed, before turning around to the closet. She looks around, somehow knowing where the uniforms are. There it is, at the end of the closet. She takes out the clothes hanger with her blouse and skirt beneath it. She then bends down, knee's together just like mom taught her, coming instinctively to her. Also it's good manners, don't want any idiots peeking, even if she is alone right now. There are her black school loafers, the long black thigh-high stockings neatly rolled inside each shoe. With her free hand she takes the shoes and heads outside, kicking the door closed behind her.
With the uniform over the bed, she stands infront of them, eyes blinking. Diana rubs the front of her head before brushing some hair behind her ear. She just now noticed what she'd be doing, getting all the clothes together while on some auto-pilot. She's done this some many times over, every weekday for so long, but this isn't really her. She closes her eyes and rubs her temple. "Ugh... " she groans trying to compose herself. "R-Right... gotta wear, this... stupid thing" she says before stripping off the nighty. She just half hazardly puts them over the messy bed. She then starts to dress up. Each article of clothing in a specific sequence unto her figure. First the bra and panties... then the top, followed by jimming the skirt up her legs. Then sitting down and fiddling with the stockings. This was the hard part. Always, but for some reason she liked to suffer through this and well, she did look nice in them. After the stockings are in place and she adjusts them, she steps into the loafers. Again, the process feeling weird and well, embarresing, but also easy and practiced.
Diana huffs, "Ok" she says and turns to the door,. turning she glances at the vanity and she can almost hear her mothers nagging about a proper young lady taking care of herself and not going out so willy nilly. She slumps and groans, but then shakes it off. No, these aren't her memories and this is not her! She doesn't have to do this! Bleh! she continues onwards to the door before she remembers... Lance is down there, what if... err, well. She didn't want to go down there and Lance think that she doesn't care of her looks. She does remember how Lance was chumming it up with Lily who was all glammed up. The thought infuriated her, but at the same time, make up? That's so... girly. She contemplated the pros and cons and why she even should care. ".... GAH! DAMN IT ALL!" she exclaims, turning around ploping into the vanity.
Cheeks blushing red even if her expression was that of annoyance and anger. She looks down. "Some... wont hurt" she says as she takes some lip gloss and opens it. Stareing at it, before she suddenly remembers how this is used and applied. She puckers her lips and grumbles, but carefully brushes her lips with it. Giving them a nice appearance. This won't do much though... maybe some eyeliner too will help, gotta be careful not to break the school code. She again takes it and with weirdly practiced motions carefully applies it to herself. There! Done, no more of this junk... though. She goes feels her ear lobes. Maybe, some earrings? Lily wore earrings... She looks down again, knowing where the box would be and opens them to find a set of simple ring earrings again, keeping with the school code. She puts them on and gives them an almost happy tap. There, now she's done! Finally. Now Lance will think she's not a slob and that she's pretty good looking!..... "WAIT" she exclaims as she cups her cheeks. Why is she dressing up for that asshole!? Did she?... No! She didn't! She is just trying to keep the ruse up. That's right... gotta convince Lance, that she's just an ordinary school girl. Right. Totally. Diana composes herself again and huffs. She heads towards the door, picking up her school bag on the way, before she steps on the peice of paper left by the maid.
Diana bends down, again, properly and reads it. "Huh... alright then" she says with a smirk on her face. She grumbles the paper and tosses it to her garbage bin. "hopefully, we get this sucker today..." she mumbles as she opens the door, to head to the kitchen.
"Let me confirm, your shelter shield is activated?"
"What are you planning?!"
"Your shelter is secure, is it?"
"Of course it is! Just see for yourself how powerless you are!"
"...Roger that."