#2 Jane Gets Pretty

"Ow."

That's usually the first word which comes out of my mouth on a daily basis. And today was no exception.

"Ow," I said again.

I woke up with a bloody pillow and ruined stitches. My muscles were still sore from the beat down Banco gave me.

At at least I wasn't starving. In fact I was still full from the six course meal Roger and I shared at the Dying Maltese on Three Moon, where we were staying at a pretty low key resort called Rockbreak Retreat. It was a decent trip. But it was back to Dockland for us two spacers.

That also meant I had to tone down my look. Or tone it up. Depends who you ask. Either way I was way to classy looking for Dockland, with my regularly colored hair and subdued features.  I gathered the bed sheet around me and tie it off before standing to approach the vanity terminal.

As the sheets followed behind me they left Roger unceremoniously uncovered in bed. I ignored the sight, though, as Men are so ugly in the morning.

I plugged the vanity mirror's payment slot with my ident card to start using it.

Suddenly a range of options appeared on the silvered glass. I looked at myself in what I called my "Public Appearance". I was mousey. My hair and eyes were brown, I had a few freckles. Boring pink lips and virtually no make up. I hate this look.

I expanded the menu and a list of body parts comes up. But I wasn't looking to sculpt I just wanted some dye and a bit of dust. And for them to fix my stitches.

I started with my eyes, and after basic coloring adjustments I checked my face's reflection to see what it would look like when applied. Slowly the edits came in.  Thicker eyeliner. Black eyeshadow. White highlight. Eye color... I thought on this for a moment. I choose red, wanting to be daring, but the face in the mirror started to look evil, so I changed the eyes to orange. 

Better, but still too inhuman.

So of course I selected green. I always end up using green eyes after brown. Just the right amount of flash without being too plastic

Hair: standard pink with black tips. A non-negotiable trademark of mine for the spacers district on Dockland. I flip through hair styles until I saw two cute and curly pig tails on my reflection. This would do.

Lips, nude. Cheeks, washed and plain. I'll let my eyes do the talking.

As I closed the options, a window popped up on the mirror to quote me the cost of the style. I agreed, and once the bits were taken off my ident card, it was returned to me.  In the bathroom I heard the vanity shower unlock for me to have the changes applied.

First, I took off the bed sheet and tossed them onto Roger. He was.. shall we say obviously cold?

That was when the call came in from our contact.  Not wanting to get caught staring at Richard's Little Richard, I shouted for him to answer the comm and slipped away into the vanity bath to get pretty.