Womanhood was agony.
The thought formed in my mind as Kris and Ella were violently shoving foam down the nude tights I was wearing over three pairs of underware and a pad to 'smoothie things out'.
When the girls deemed my 'curves' curvy enough they shifted their focus to my face and hair.
"Did you wash your hair this morning?"
"Last night," I responded, confused, "Why?"
Kris groaned and Ella flicked my forehead. Ella ran her fingers through my hair dejectedly.
"You're supposed to leave it a little greasy, the pins sit better that way!"
My face twisted in disgust. Kris pulled out a yellow spray can and began misting my hair. It smelled vaguely sweet and felt uncomfortably sticky. I sneezed and Ella laughed.
"Are you two enjoying my suffering?"
"Yes," Said Kris, emphasizing her point with a small spray in the air.
"Immensly," Said Ella as she stretched a netted tube between her hands.
