Human Hieroglyphix - Dex & Leila Read Online Free
Author: J. A. Hornbuckle
woman that took student's opinions to heart or hadn't had a date in a long, long time.
I just wanted to be the best 'Me' I could be.
I raised my head as I thought this through and as my eyes focused, I found myself gazing at my own reflection in the bank's large window.
I wasn't a complete wash as a human being.
I had a great credit score and was gainfully employed.
I was very knowledgeable and loved teaching.
I was tall and thanks to the ballet lessons my mom forced on me between the ages of nine and twelve, I carried myself well.
I had a fair enough body, but it could definitely be improved on with a bit of exercise.
I liked my eyes but thought they were too hidden by the thick frames of my glasses.
I ran through my list and marked the key points I wanted to change with a star. Truthfully, there were very few items that didn't have a star next to it.
It was official, I was going to do this.
And if I was going to do this, I would need money although I wasn't sure how much.
It wasn't too long, at least not long enough to change my mind, before the cash, packaged in a large brown envelope, was handed over to me in a separate little room. I was still kind of in shock at both my request and at how easily the cash had made it to my hands.
I finished up my errands and grabbed a fast food burger on the way home. Not my normal chicken or fish kind of sandwich, but a huge, double patty with cheese, dripping fat as you bit it, burger with a large side of fries and a diet Dr P.
It was not lost on me that the diet portion was kind of a moot point with the whole carb and fat ladened burger, but I didn't give a rip.
Nighttime found me again on my bed with my magazines semi circled around me. I took the cash out of the plain brown envelop and arranged it, too, in a semi circle of green bills set directly in front of me.
Was I doing the right thing?
I really had no idea if I was or it wasn't.
The five thousand was about a fifth of what I had in savings total, including the amount that I had safely untouchable in investments. And it would take me at least a couple of years of living on a tight budget to replace it but I was thinking that it should be enough to see me through my transformation.
And that was exactly what I was planning.
I was going to transform myself.
Chapter Five
My life went on routinely or as routinely as it could since my head was definitely not on what I was supposed to be doing, what I should be doing. Nope, my head was filled with lotions and potions, creams and dreams of a glamorous new me. I found myself buying even more magazines and noting the different beauty shops around town.
Just like with the supermarket's wealth of beauty items, the shops had been there, I'm sure, for years but I never noticed them before.
But I damn well noticed them now.
My head became so full with ideas, some that overlapped and others that cancelled one another out that I bought a large spiral notebook to carry with me.
I labeled it 'Chrysalis of Me'. And I made pages and pages of notes. Notes of what I read in my now well-thumbed magazines and internet searches but also of what I saw on other women that might work for me. I studied my students, other shoppers and clerks, women at the gas station and restaurants making notes of what I liked and sometimes adding little sketches.
I didn't stop there.
If I spotted something on another woman that I found attractive, I'd make a point of commenting on it and ask where she got it. I was careful to ask for the brand name as well, now knowing that 'Luscious Lilac' may be three separate shades by three completely different brands. And, it was funny, how just a simple, sincere compliment could turn into a full blown conversation with an unknown woman.
Making friends had never been my strong suit, but I began to see that part of it, maybe most of it, was because I was never interested in having women friends.
Sad, huh?
It
I just wanted to be the best 'Me' I could be.
I raised my head as I thought this through and as my eyes focused, I found myself gazing at my own reflection in the bank's large window.
I wasn't a complete wash as a human being.
I had a great credit score and was gainfully employed.
I was very knowledgeable and loved teaching.
I was tall and thanks to the ballet lessons my mom forced on me between the ages of nine and twelve, I carried myself well.
I had a fair enough body, but it could definitely be improved on with a bit of exercise.
I liked my eyes but thought they were too hidden by the thick frames of my glasses.
I ran through my list and marked the key points I wanted to change with a star. Truthfully, there were very few items that didn't have a star next to it.
It was official, I was going to do this.
And if I was going to do this, I would need money although I wasn't sure how much.
It wasn't too long, at least not long enough to change my mind, before the cash, packaged in a large brown envelope, was handed over to me in a separate little room. I was still kind of in shock at both my request and at how easily the cash had made it to my hands.
I finished up my errands and grabbed a fast food burger on the way home. Not my normal chicken or fish kind of sandwich, but a huge, double patty with cheese, dripping fat as you bit it, burger with a large side of fries and a diet Dr P.
It was not lost on me that the diet portion was kind of a moot point with the whole carb and fat ladened burger, but I didn't give a rip.
Nighttime found me again on my bed with my magazines semi circled around me. I took the cash out of the plain brown envelop and arranged it, too, in a semi circle of green bills set directly in front of me.
Was I doing the right thing?
I really had no idea if I was or it wasn't.
The five thousand was about a fifth of what I had in savings total, including the amount that I had safely untouchable in investments. And it would take me at least a couple of years of living on a tight budget to replace it but I was thinking that it should be enough to see me through my transformation.
And that was exactly what I was planning.
I was going to transform myself.
Chapter Five
My life went on routinely or as routinely as it could since my head was definitely not on what I was supposed to be doing, what I should be doing. Nope, my head was filled with lotions and potions, creams and dreams of a glamorous new me. I found myself buying even more magazines and noting the different beauty shops around town.
Just like with the supermarket's wealth of beauty items, the shops had been there, I'm sure, for years but I never noticed them before.
But I damn well noticed them now.
My head became so full with ideas, some that overlapped and others that cancelled one another out that I bought a large spiral notebook to carry with me.
I labeled it 'Chrysalis of Me'. And I made pages and pages of notes. Notes of what I read in my now well-thumbed magazines and internet searches but also of what I saw on other women that might work for me. I studied my students, other shoppers and clerks, women at the gas station and restaurants making notes of what I liked and sometimes adding little sketches.
I didn't stop there.
If I spotted something on another woman that I found attractive, I'd make a point of commenting on it and ask where she got it. I was careful to ask for the brand name as well, now knowing that 'Luscious Lilac' may be three separate shades by three completely different brands. And, it was funny, how just a simple, sincere compliment could turn into a full blown conversation with an unknown woman.
Making friends had never been my strong suit, but I began to see that part of it, maybe most of it, was because I was never interested in having women friends.
Sad, huh?
It
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