those boots are getting burned.â
Amy will become a shoulder-length redhead. And not just any redhead. Sheâll be a dramatic, fire-breathing redhead, âforced to stop playing wallflower.â Amy grins maniacally but thereâs terror in her eyes.
âYouâll be wearing NÅrealique Glamour products,â Victoria explains. âThink diva, with an extra splash of Va-Va-Voom.â
Victoria also casually offers Amy gastric-bypass surgery, which I find obscenely rude. I mean, sure, Amyâs overweight and all, but as she points out, she isnât a whole hundred pounds overweight.
âYou might not officially qualify for the surgery yet,â Victoria tells her cheerfully, âbut you can probably put on a little quick weight to make yourself eligible.â
âThat sounds healthy,â Kelly says.
âIâve done research on the procedure.â Amy dips her head. âI think Iâm still too young to consider something so drastic.â
Victoria looks disappointed a moment then brightens. âHow about a little lipo?â
âUm, wellâ¦â Amy stammers and blushes so hard her face turns purple.
âButt, abs, chin, thighsâwhatever youâd like.â Victoria acts as if Amy should feel grateful rather than insulted. âThat goes for the rest of you, as well. Weâll be putting you all on a strict diet and exercise regimen, but a little liposuction can be a girlâs best friend.â
I look to Kelly in amazement. Iâm pretty average-sized, but sheâs downright skinny. âNobody told us we signed up for Fat Camp,â she grouses.
Amy still seems taken aback by the news that she might need major surgery to fit into a tiara.
âWe are not officially recommending you undergo any procedures,â Victoria says. âWeâre merely making options available. Anything youâd like, rhinoplastyââI grab my noseââbreast implantsââI grab my chestââtooth veneersââI hold my hand across my mouth. âWe can even get those ears of yours pinned back, Shannon.â I slam my hands over them but can still hear her. âThereâs no shame in giving Mother Nature a little help, ladies.â
My heart beats hard and fast. Making fun of my own goofy ears is one thing. Having some beauty queen suggest I have them surgically altered is something else entirely. I imagine myself as one of those makeover show freaks lying on the operating table with my eyes taped shut and my blood everywhere.
âAnd donât forget, even at your age, Botox can be a girlâs best friend.â Victoria gives a creaseless smile.
âI thought you said liposuction was a girlâs best friend,â Kelly says.
âLetâs just start with hair and makeup, shall we?â says Victoria brightly. âYou three think about what other beautification procedures you may wish to have while youâre here.â
âIn case we want to look as plastic as you?â Kelly asks with mock innocence.
Victoriaâs face reddens behind her thick foundation. Insulting her looks is a low blow and, to be honest, I donât think she even looks all that plastic. She calls out, âCut, cut, CUT! I donât need this abuse!â
âItâs fine.â Mickey has reappeared. âThat will all be edited out.â I hope that includes the part about my ears. âLetâs take five and then weâll move forward with makeovers. This scene will be all about a fun day in the salon.â She takes two strides away before twirling back and commanding in a deadly tone, âHave fun with it!â
She flings the curtain back with such force I catch a glimpse of a whole separate room behind it. Itâs filled with electronic equipment, rows of television screens, and at least a half a dozen people dressed all in black. I shouldnât be surprised thereâs a