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Jessica, to squeeze Ryan in for a cut and style. While Jessica worked on Ryan’s hair, Gracie snagged Karen, whose five o’clock appointment hadn’t shown up, to give Ryan a mani/pedi before she left for the day. Gracie argued Ryan down when she’d tried for just clear polish on her nails and toes. Instead, she picked a vibrant red for Ryan’s toes and suggested French tips for her fingernails. When Jessica finished layering Ryan’s long red tresses, she took a fat curling iron to them, spiraling curls past Ryan’s shoulders. She had stared at the difference in her appearance in the mirror, turning left and right, and after paying both ladies, left a generous tip.
    Gracie rushed her from the salon to the car; all the while talking about how being sexy was all about feeling good about oneself. “If you think you look hot, other people are going to notice. It’s all about attitude, my friend.”
    Once they hit the mall, Gracie dragged her into Victoria Secret, where Ryan bought several sets of uncomfortable, overpriced panties and bras, one slinky nightie in black with a matching robe, and a white bustier with little red hearts on it. The corset was too tight, but when she’d said so, Gracie demanded that Ryan let her see. She’d protested from the safe side of the dressing room door, and Gracie merely scolded, “Dude, it’s not like I’m checking you out in a sexual way. I just think you don’t know what you’re talking about because you’ve never worn one.”
    Ryan reluctantly opened the door a crack, placing her hands over her overflowing chest. Gracie pushed the door open wider, grabbed her hands and gave her a once over. “Nope, it’s perfect,” she said. “Your boobs look awesome, and it’s super sexy. You’re buying it.” Ryan had been too astounded to argue.
    They’d hit several more stores afterward, and finally finished up at Macy’s, where Megan, the girl at the makeup counter, used a mineral type of makeup on her. She tried not to squirm or twitch when Megan brought the eyeliner and mascara toward her eyes. When she finished, Megan turned the mirror around to face her and asked, “What do you think?”
    Ryan had stared at the girl in the mirror. The darkly shadowed eyes seemed brighter than usual, and the line of freckles was nonexistent. Her lashes were long and full, her lips plump and glossy. “Wow.”
    Megan had put everything she’d used on the counter, and Ryan hardly blanched at the price. She never bought anything she didn’t absolutely need for herself and had built up quite a nest egg, so whatever she spent could just be replaced later. She’d smiled as she handed over her credit card, and when she left, fairly danced out the door.
    She was brought back to the present when Gracie stopped her from slamming the trunk closed. “There’s no sense in wasting that hair or face. Here.” She rifled through the bags, pulling out the midnight blue bra and panty set, telling Ryan, “Sexy starts from the skin out. There’s no way you’re giving off a sexy vibe in granny panties.”
    Ryan blushed and muttered, “They’re briefs and they’re comfortable.”
    Gracie snorted, “Yeah, and so is a muumuu, but guys don’t get turned on by those either.” She rifled some more and pulled out a clingy blue top with a low neckline, Ryan’s new boot-cut jeans, and the black ankle boots she had fallen in love with. Gracie shoved the clothes into her arms and said, “There.”
    Ryan took the bounty and asked, “Where do you want me to change?”
    Gracie rolled her eyes. “In the car, silly. Come on, it’s almost nine-thirty. I think we should head over to Buck’s Shot Bar for a little fun.”
    Ryan shook her head. “Gracie, I can’t change in the car. Someone might see me.”
    Gracie reached in and