Boring Mary

Mary Jane was undergraduate senior student with dreams of paying off student loans and securing a full-time after graduation.

Mary Jane liked to eat a classic hamburger with 100% Angus meat, lettuce, cheddar cheese, and tomatoes with a side of tater tots.

Mary Jane’s favorite colors were pales.

Mary read newspapers, watched Fox/CNN, and stayed away from politics and fashion channels.

Mary Jane loved drinking hibiscus tea, sitting on her 4^th floor apartment balcony, watching the clouds.

Clearly, Mary Jane was very ordinary and very boring to be around with as she rarely gone to get-togethers with friends. She wasn’t weird or anti-social; Mary enjoyed being at peace with her thoughts.

A loud pounding on the door interrupted her thoughts about tonight’s dinner options, which was either cold veggie pizza or microwaveable dinner.

The pounding continued until Mary opened the door, which revealed two burly, gray-suited men, wearing sunglasses.

“How may I help you?” Mary said, trying to lessen the awkward quietness among them.

“Are you Mary Jane?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You must come with us.”

“For what?”

“Confidential.”

“No,” Mary stated firmly as she grabbed the inner door knob. “I do not know who you are and didn’t do anything wrong or unlawful.”

“Then you left us no choice. Grab her,” one of the burly men grabbed Mary’s arm, while the other handcuffed her.

“No, stop it,” Mary yelled, which was immediately muffled by a cloth, then, all of the sudden, she felt dizzy.

“You know what you did.” Mary heard one of the men said as she entered into the darkness.

“Mary, it is time to wake up.”

Mary lazily opened her eyes, staring at a chandelier. “Where am I?” The room had a long sofa, coffee table, and chair that she was sitting on.

“A room,” the blue-eyed liner girl smirked. “We are going to start the procedure now.” She went over to the table covered in black cases.

“I do not want or need any procedure done on me!” Mary struggled in the handcuffs and tight rope around her. “I am an excellent U.S citizen that pay on my taxes on time, participate in humanitarian causes, and donate my spare charge to the homeless!”

“You know what you did.”

“I don’t.”

“It does not matter,” the girl unfolded a case. “Let’s start.” Now, the girl was holding a foundation bottle and a brush. “Dior Forever Matte Foundation Color #1 will match well with your tone.”

“No!! Get that thing away from me!” People were scared of heights, insects, snakes, drowning, Mary was absolutely terrified of brushes, lipsticks, and the eyeshadow palette.

“I won’t hurt you, dear.” Mary felt the liquid and brush on her cheeks. “Hold still.”

Struggling was useless, so Mary did one thing: closed her eyes and prayed to God.

“I am going to make you very pretty, Mary.”

“Do you prefer this?” the lady held up the silver and gold sequin mini dress. “Or this?” A black bodycon dress.

“Neither,” Mary sulking in the handcuffs, once more, in a chair. “I hate shiny and black.”

“Black, it is,” the lady ignored her, intentionally, hanging up the black mini on a hanger. “Black matches with anything and we could have wiggle room for the accessories and shoe.”

“I am not going to wear that.”

“Ashley did a great job on your face, so you will need something that does justice to that.,” the lady untie the rope and unlocked the handcuff. “Give it a try.”

“The dress is so small and tight. Ouch!”

“So dear,” the lady zipped up the back of the dress. “Beauty comes with a price. It fits on nicely.”

“I feel like I am suffocating,” Mary dryly stated. It wasn’t that bad, probably a bit tight.

In a speck of twelve minutes, Mary was standing in front of a mirror and, to her surprise, she liked what she was seeing: a strapless patterned five inch heels and neckline, ears, and right hand covered with crystals.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” Rosa asked, arms crossed with pride. “You could thank me later.”

Mary was standing in a closet, no, it wasn’t a closet. More like a bedroom-sized closet.

Picture Kylie Jenner’s closet of purses. Got it? Bang.

Hermes, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Balenciaga along with other French and Italian names that Mary can’t remember or pronounce.

“I present you Saint Laurent Monogramme Large Grain de Poudre Wallet on Chain,” Debbie displayed on her hand. “Authentic Italy leather and we have it in black!”

“Thanks,” Mary took the purse.

“I will accompany you to your destination,” the ladies walked out and onto a tiled hallway.

“Question, where will I be going?” Mary nervously asked and had a bunch of scenarios playing out in her head.

“A lot of gentlemen will have their eyes on you.”

Goodness gracious. “What?!”

“You are going to have eyes on you the entire night.”

Mary’s worst fear was coming true. Her life was over--her life was going to be consisted of old perverts and socially awkward virgins.

They stopped at a black door and club music was pounding on the other side. “Put this on.” A silky bandanna.

With the bandanna on, Mary and Debbie marched into the cool club room.

“Sit here.”

“Ok..” Mary sat on a firm sofa.

“Ready?” The bandanna was taken off.

“SURPRISE!!!” Everybody jumped out.

What the hell? “Amy, Dianna,” Mary recognized the faces. “What are you doing here?”

“Celebrating, Amy’s birthday, duh,” Dianna said. “Have you forgotten?”

“I was not planning to come,” Mary said. “Did you two dragged me here?”

Amy and Dianna exchanged looks. “Yeah.”

“You two hired people to kidnapped, violated me with makeup, heels, and dresses,” Mary’s voice increasingly gotten higher. “Against my own will.”

“And you looked stunning,”Amy said. “You should thank us. It wasn’t cheap!”

“Come on Mary. We have added pizzazz into your boring life. Somewhere it was fun and good experience?” Dianna said.

“Aside from going against my own will, it was nice. I feel sexy wearing these heels.”

“The fun does not stop there,” Amy said. “Hugo and Randolph!”

The two burly man in suits were, now, wearing, lets say, some important articles of clothing and dancing to the music.

All of the girls, especially Mary, were screaming in excitement.