~Sophia's POV~

"Strip."

Mackenzie's eyes widen. "What?" her voice flips.

"Take off your clothes," I repeat myself slower this time so she can understand me.

"Wh-" she stutters. She continues to blink rapidly while her anxiety is written all over her face. Her mouth opens and closes a few times but the only noises she makes are incoherent ones.

"You don't need to take off your underwear, just take off your shirt and pants!" I explain.

I know how it must've sounded like for the shopkeeper outside. Honestly, we probably sound like a couple of lesbians who are looking for some sexy time in a dressing room. But I'm telling you, that is absolutely not what's happening here.

"I-I'm not gonna take my clothes off in front of you!" she continues, drawing her hands to cover her tiny body.

"Relax, we're both girls," I try to assure her. "Besides, how do you expect me to help you if I don't know what exactly I'm dealing with?"

She gulps loudly, her brown eyes move rapidly to the sides while she bites her lower lips. After a while, she lets out a long sigh, seemingly making up her mind.

"Fine," she says, her voice soft.

With clear hesitation still filling her eyes, she begins to take off her clothes. My eyes widen in shock when her pink Polo shirt is finally out of the way.

"What?!" My voice is so loud I bet Dylan could hear us from outside the shop. "A fucking sports bra?!"

"Shh!" She anxiously brings a finger to my mouth while her face turns red like a tomato. Her glance is thrown back and forth between me and the door. "Keep it down, will ya?"

"How in the world..." I throw my hands to the air, still refusing to believe there's a 19-year-old girl who's still wearing a sports bra anywhere she goes. No wonder she looks like a stick!

I give a small sigh. "Pay attention," I say with a stern voice. "Rule number one" - I hold out a finger - "sports bra is strictly, and I mean strictly, for when you're at home or when you're working out."

Taking a mental note, she takes a deep breath and nods repeatedly. "O-okay. So what should I wear?"

I bite my inner lip while I observe her breasts. They're small for sure, but I've seen worse.

"Should I use some stuffings?" she asks. "I mean, I've heard people actually use that..."

"No, no." I shake my head. "You just need the right type of bra, that's all."

"Oh..." she mutters.

I take one last look at her chest, quickly measuring it. "Wait here."

I spin on my heels and leave the dressing room. Once I walk outside, my earlier prediction is proven true. The two shopkeeper ladies are standing outside the dressing room with their ears perched on the wall, having been listening to our conversation the whole time.

Talk about unprofessionalism.

When they see me, the two of them quickly stand up straight. They pat their hands on their sides, trying to act professional, as if they weren't just eavesdropping on a customer. I give them a killing glare, silently saying 'shame on you.'

"Which way are the push-up bras?" I ask with a flat and rather bitchy tone.

"Right this way," one of the shopkeeper stutters before showing me the way.

I grab a few different shapes and sizes, just in case my quick measurement isn't correct. Then, I head back to the dressing room.

Knocking on the door, I call her name. She quickly opens the door, hiding her half-naked body behind it.

"Here you go." I hand the bras that I'm holding to her.

"Thanks," she says softly as she takes it. She spends a while to observe each of the bras before her eyes slowly look up at me. The look on her face tells me she's hesitating.

"Go ahead. Try it on," I say.

Instead, she stays silent and presses her lips together while her eyes continue to look at me. It doesn't take long before I realize she's embarrassed to change in front of me.

Rolling my eyes and grunting a little, I turn around and she starts to try on one of the bras. Within a short while, her reflection on the mirror tells me she's done.

"Done?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," she mutters.

When I turn around, she is looking at her own reflection in the mirror with awe. Her eyes are fixated on her chest. The bra I chose does quite a wonder to her small chest. The padding in the cup pushes her breasts up and together, giving the illusion that her breasts are larger than they really are.

When I see the awe in her expression, a victorious smirk is formed on my lips. "Like it?"

She shifts her gaze at me and nods with a huge, slightly shy smile. She proceeds to try the other bras and she ends up buying ten different styles of bras at once. After she pays them, I tell her to start wearing one of them right now. So, she goes back to the dressing room while I walk out of the shop.

Once I leave the shop, my eyes quickly search for the boy who's supposed to wait for us right outside the store. It takes me a while before I find him standing near the bathroom alley. Hiding like a creep that he is, his head occasionally peeks out from the alley while his eyes continuously shift between the security guard near the elevator and the wall in front of him.

Hmm. I wonder what happened.

A wicked smirk finds its way to my lips. Whatever it was, this looks fun. Oh, Darling, it's time to play.

"Hey, creep!" I yell out loud.

His eyes quickly dart my way. I let out a few small chuckles when I see his shocked and slightly scared expression. He quickly draws a finger to his thin lips, trying to ask me to shut up while he approaches me. All along, his gaze shifts back and forth between me and the security guard, who is ready to meet the boy halfway.

As the guard approaches him, I snort out a laugh when I see Dylan's eyes widen with fear. Right when he's getting ready to run to the opposite direction, Mac comes out of the shop with a shopping bag on her hand. My lips curve down a little as I figure I should keep my angel mask in front of her.

In order to do that, I decide to approach the frightened boy. "Is there a problem, Sir?" I ask the guard.

The guard looks surprised when he sees me. "Is this your friend, Miss?"

The thought of denying it crosses my mind. But since Mac is watching, I figure I'll play nice just this once. After all, I don't want to scare her by showing my true, evil self.

"Yeah." I nod and a shot of guilt can be seen in the guard's eyes.

"See? I told you I was waiting for someone!" Dylan says while giving his shirt a few light pats to straighten it.

Shifting his gaze to Dylan, the guard apologizes silently by taking his hat off for a quick second before he turns to the opposite direction and leaves us.

"Got mistaken as a pervert?" I tease him. Before he can answer, I continue, "Oh, wait!" I let out a loud exaggerated gasp. "You are a creep!"

With a pout on his face, he gives me a killing glare. Ignoring me, he shifts his gaze to the girl who is approaching us instead.

When I turn around, a slight frown is formed on my face as I see Mac is now walking with a slouch. She draws her arms slightly in front of her to cover her chest while her gaze continuously scans around her.

"Why are you walking like that?" I ask, irritation spreads through my voice.

"Like what?"

"Like Quasimodo!"

Dylan snorts out a laugh. "That's a good one," he mutters to himself.

Mac swallows with embarrassment instead. "I... I'm just not used to..." Her eyes gaze at her now enlarged chest.

With a small huff, I walk towards her. Stopping right behind her, I place one hand on her lower back and pushes it forward, making her gasp a little.

"Be confident in yourself!" I say. "There's nothing wrong with having a pair of boobs that can be seen from miles away. Capiche?"

She gives a few small, hesitant nods. Taking a deep breath, she straightens herself while giving small pats on her sides.

"Hold on a second," Dylan interrupts. His forehead creases and his brows are drawn together. "Is that shop secretly an underground cosmetic clinic? Because I swear you didn't have any boobs when you walk in there."

Mac throws a death glare at him.

"It's just my magic, you idiot," I say. Then, a victorious smirk finds its way to my lips. Crossing my arms before my chest, I continue, "Do you want me to do my magic on you too? Because you certainly can use a lot of it."

The truth is, I lied. Dylan doesn't need any of my help. He already looks effortlessly stylish even when he's only wearing a simple shirt and a nice pair of washed-up jeans. But my comment seems to get to him because he is now glancing at his own body with a frown on his face.

"So," Mac says, "Where to next?"

We continue our shopping for the next three hours. It could've been faster had it not for Dylan trying to prevent Mac from buying most of the clothes I choose for her. Yes, they are revealing and sexy, but that's the point. Fortunately for me, Mac is a girl with a strong will.

By the time we finish, the sun has already set and the mall is now much more crowded than before. I scan the premises in preparation for the next step of her training. Most of the people here are groups of teenage girls or happy families, but my gaze then falls to a hottie who just come out from the gym.

Bullseye.

"Thank you, Sophia," Mac says.

When I turn to look at her, the sight of her genuine smile almost makes me feel bad for using her to get to that jerk. This girl really thinks I'm helping her, doesn't she?

No, no, no. I shouldn't care about her. Just think about the look on Dylan's face earlier. It was fun to see him worrying about her precious little angel, right?

It was fun to torture him, right?

Yes, it was. Yes, it was.

Wiping every bit of doubt inside my head, I reply with a calculated smile, "Don't mention it."

"Well, then!" She shrugs a little before starting to walk backward. "Thanks again! I'm just gonna go-"

"Hold on a second, where do you think you're going?" I ask.

"Well... we're done, right?" She steps closer to me and whispers, "Because... I don't have any money left!"

I give a small chuckle. "The shopping is finished for now, yes."

Her confused expression grows even more. "Then what else are we doing?"

"Do you think you can magically turn into a bad girl only by getting a makeover?" I ask. The look on her face tells me that's exactly what she thinks.

"Honey," I say with a small smirk, "Your lesson is just about to start."

Author's Note:

Hey guys! How is everyone?

So, Mac's makeover is finally finished! Which one is your favorite part?

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