Kelsey
While waiting for school to be over I ended up falling asleep out of boredom and got scared awake by Skye, except I didn't know it was her at first.
"The fuck bro!! Get yo ass up!" She yelled at me in some man's voice, causing me to jump a foot in the air and fall off my chair.
"JESUS FUCK SKYE WHAT THE HELL?" I yelled back, slowly standing up.
"It's training time. Also I haven't used an impersonated voice for a while and wanted to see how badly I could scare you." She replied in her normal voice, a huge smile on her face. I rolled my eyes and fixed myself then waited for her to teleport us to the agency to start training me. Instead however she told me to change my clothes without physically changing them. I stared blankly at her and blinked. "Like this genius." Skye snorted and magically changed her clothes, kinda like shifting but with clothes.
"Woah!" I gasped in amazement. I then stared at the floor in concentration and eventually had my pants changed from what they were.
"Well we've got a long way to go." Skye commented. I glared at my sister, who just shrugged and chuckled in response. "You'll get better, I'm just extremely fast with learning how to control my powers. Now let's go." She added then teleported us to the agency.
"So what exactly are you training me?" I asked as we walked towards the gym.
"We will be working on making you fully change your outfit. After that comes changing hair color, then style, and changing your body and face to look like a completely different human being. And while you focus on keeping those changes we'll work on staying in character, I'll give you several different stereotypes to act like and you do them. Do them wrong I scream in your face and we start over. Sound good?" She answered sounding all professional. Damn.. she's bossy. Then again I can be too so... Skye opened the door to the gym and held it open then closed and locked it behind her, I guess so no one knows we're shape shifters. "Alright. You changed your pants, now change something else." She stated, her arms behind her back as she stared at me.
"Uh... like what?" I asked not sure what to change.
"Whatever clothing item you want. Make it different. Make it noticeable." My sister answered starting to slowly walk around me. I concentrated like before and focused on shifting my shirt. After a minute it worked and I was wearing a completely different top. "Good. Again." Skye spoke giving a single nod in approval. I shifted my shirt and pants into a dress with shorts underneath and shifted my shoes to match. "Nicely done! Now for hair and acting on top of this. We'll start with the type of person those bitches would trust, so blonde hair, fake tits and unfortunately a pink short skirt with a tight, revealing, pink tank top. With matching *barf* pink pumps." I shuddered and ignored the want to just murder them, only cause it'd hurt them more to break them from the inside of their dumb group. How stereotypical can three girls get, fuckin honestly. They need some originality my god. I changed my top, shorts and shoes again to what she had said. Then hardcore concentrated and gave myself straight blonde hair, I tried shifting my face to look like it was caked in make up but I feel like it didn't work. Skye seemed to stifle a laugh and commented, "Well.... if they were prissy clowns clad in all pink you'd fit right in." I pulled out my phone to see my reflection and made a spit take sound and immediately changed how it looked. This time it worked and now I looked like a make up addict open for business like them.
"I very much so gross the fuck out of myself right now." I stated putting my phone away so I can't vomit on it cause of my reflection. I'm not meaning hate towards sex workers, if they chose that line of work good for them having so much confidence in them selves. If they didn't have the choice then kudos to their courage in toughing through it.
"Now act like them." Skye told me, ignoring how I felt. Fair enough though.
I cleared my throat and started in a high pitched, very irritating voice, "Oh, my, fucking god. Did you SEE what that loser Kelsey did this morning? She's SUCH, a loser. That "boyfriend " of hers is totally only with her out of pity or being blackmailed for something. No WAY he's with her willingly."
"Okay dear god Janice you can stop. You're good in that field. Jesus fuck." Skye stopped me, cringing.
I raised a brow and made a face that said "I fuckin know right" then realized she called me Janice and asked, "Who's Janice?"
My sister blinked at me and answered, "A chic from Friends. Geez." *sigh* "Okay. Now you're an athlete, dying to get into a good college." She changed the subject, continuing slowly walking around me.
"Do I look like I like exercise? Cause I don't think I do." I replied, my eyes following her.
"Are you wanting to be a spy?" She questioned flatly, raising a brow at me.
"Yes."
"Then act like one," she kind of snapped, then added, "literally. Cause that's seventy percent of what being a spy is; acting. So suck it up and fricken act."
I shifted my clothes to exercise wear and stood not knowing what to do or say for a second then said enthusiastically, "Can't wait to get my training done so I can get into university!"
"Which university are you wanting to get into?"
"Uh......... Chapman?" I answered, obviously unsure.
She sighed at me and stated, "If you're going to play a character you have to extremely commit to it. Know absolutely everything about them as if they were you. Everything from their favorite color to who their ancestors were. Every single detail you can come up with."
I sighed in response and said, "Okay favorite color, green—"
"Why?"
"It's the color of nature that I get to run through on my morning jogs every day. I don't know who my ancestors were due to being part of a closed adoption, so I have no way of finding out who they were and haven't had time to try because of working hard to get into university."
Skye tipped her head in approval then asked, "favorite food."
"Salmon in salad, healthy but delicious."
"Music."
"Heavy metal, helps me push through when I'm working my muscles."
"Hobby."
"Swimming so I can control my breathing better."
"Favorite activity."
"Taking my border collie to the park to play and exercise. You done?" I asked after repeatedly answering.
"Soon to be makeup artist, list everything you know about make up." She replied, still taking steps around me.
"Jesus christ. Wait, used to wear make up like all the fricken time. You need make up—obviously—and a make up kit for it all. With blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, highlighter, moisturizer, face primer, foundation, bronzer, concealer, lipstick/liner, brushes for it all, beauty blender, eye brow pencil. Um.. false lashes? And uh... there's a brush for every single thing, multiple for eyeshadow. With applying it all you use the primer to help the make up stay all day, then remember that opposite colors cancel each other out, so if you've got some red spots, or you know acne, use green toned concealer. And—"
"Okay I've heard enough. Good job. Actually a little impressed at how quickly you were able to answer those last few times." Skye complimented. She pretended to look at a watch and said, "Well, it's about time I go kill an asshole, I'd tell you why but it's up to Dylan the major eavesdropper over there." I furrowed my brows in confusion and turned to look behind me, just in time to see him open the supposed to be locked door with a guilty look on his face.
"The fuck.? How could you even hear us from all the way over there?" I questioned and then glanced at Skye who rolled her eyes and shook her head at Dylan.
"You'd be surprised at how much voices can carry." He answered.
I mm'd in response then said, "Okay, I'll let you guys get to your murdering of a human male and go home to practice some more. See you later."
"Way to make it sound like a terrible thing, but see you later." Skye replied then teleported me back to my room. I sat on my floor and continued shifting my appearance into a whole bunch of different things, about half way through I realized I should be looking in a mirror so I know exactly what I look like. Watching my appearance change was pretty cool, but extremely weird. I guess I practiced for around two hours since it's now eight pm. Maybe I should eat some dinner.. I changed myself back to how I normally look and headed down to get something to eat.