You are woken by a makeup brush on your cheek.
"Five minutes!" someone says, as a woman keeps working on your face. You feel brushes on your lips, eyelids, lashes.
Your legs being put into stockings... your feet into high heels, fastened securely with ankle straps.
Something is zipped up behind you.
You realise it's a dress.
And you realise it looks good on you.
Where are you? Who are you?
The stylist takes curlers out of your hair, and it bounces around your shoulders as she stands you up. You sway a little on the heels, but not as much as you think you should.
"Okay, get out there, sashay, sell the dress, give the cameras a pout."
It's a fashion show.
And as you pass a mirror, you see that you're... the top model.
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