When Alya looked in the mirror, she wanted to laugh; she did laugh. Makeup smeared across her face like an off-goth look that wasn't correctly done. The white makeup wasn't even white enough, so it made her look tan, and the black lip gloss was smeared slightly, so it didn't look even. Eyeshadow that was powdered down enough was smeared across her cheeks. No blending down the neck, just a straight cut along the chin, yeah, she looked like a cheap budget black and white clown.
She lined her eyes by washing her face and using the last makeup wipes, making her skin look like a face mask. She grabbed a face scrub and washed her face, wiping it off with a towel. It took multiple runs to clean her face till she didn't have to worry about smears on her face. Finding all the makeup cleaning supplies didn't take long, and she moved the face wash into the shower area. She learned long ago that she remembers more easily if she can access it while actively cleaning herself. Looking in the mirror once more, she saw her youthful face. It was pretty much a carbon copy of what she looked like when she was 16, but instead of dirty blonde hair, it was more of a strawberry blonde to a pale rusty red. Her eyes, instead of hazel, are now dark green.
Looking down at her chest as well, she nearly groaned. When she reached the age of 27, her chest size was DDD. Now she is back to a D cup. Why does this matter? She won't be able to go to the store and get clothes her size just by looking at them; now she has to relearn her size. She started to measure herself after she found one in her mother's things. While doing it, she dug through her memories and remembered the woman's name.
"Akem." (Alya)
Remembering how to address others, she started measuring herself. She was back to her younger body. It was strange for her, so she cleaned herself, a body that was hers but not the same, but different. She was going to have to go to the store. The makeup on hand does nothing to complement her looks, and she won't be going full goth clown like the prior body's owner. Looking at her damp hair, she shuddered slightly. The hair was probably not taken care of properly. So she sighed, she was going to have to cut her hair, she no longer had her favorite stylist, and she was going to have to rinse herself off after she was done. Styling her hair, she cut the ends of it and measured her hair in a way to give herself bangs. With practiced motions, her hair was now layered and trimmed in a way that would frame her face.
She cleaned everything up and rinsed herself off again, drying her hair, which was fluffy and smooth instead of frazzled and rough. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but sigh. She was back to a youthful look. She went to what seemed to be her room and rummaged through everything to figure out what she had, looking at what she needed to do. She tossed all of the makeup that the previous self had, as she needed to understand what she had to be able to do. She knew what she had looked good in, but now she had clothes and styles that would suit her once more, but she didn't know if she would like them.
Looking in, she knew instinctively that she had an account of spending money. She never had that. When she was younger, she had to have a job to earn money, but this girl had an allowance. She will be supplied with the money if she gets good grades or needs something. This is different, but Alya didn't let it get to her. She could be jealous all she wanted, but she would still be forced to experience this. It wasn't her old world, this wasn't her old life, this was a world of magic, and she would be stuck being who she never originally was. She wore leggings, running shoes, and a hoodie when she left the house. It isn't uncommon in Japan, from the stories that the students would only wear their school uniform during the school year, but Alya didn't care; she just wanted to be comfortable while learning more about her new self.
Soft chiming
Alya googled the closest store and found that it was quiet. Going through the makeup section, she used her arm as a reference while holding the bottles next to her face, looking in the mirror to find her skin tone shade. She found an eyeshadow palette, makeup wipes, and more face wash. She couldn't help but shake her head and ignore familiar brands while going for what she recognized, while seeing brands she could not remember. Some had a magical spell symbol that nearly made her stop. The Magi world is going to have magic makeup. Honestly, part of her was tempted to buy such makeup, but looking at the price, she decided that was a no. Spending thirty dollars at the least for a simple makeup bottle just because of curiosity was no point.
Going to the clothes section, she grabbed multiple sets and some underwear and went to the dressing section to try on the clothes. She couldn't help herself; she could wear younger-looking clothes now and not look like a crazy freak. Sixteen, she is sixteen again. She looked stylish and couldn't help but smile happily, then frown. What happened to her real body? She may have disliked her life before, but it was boring, and she was living alone. She always enjoyed being self-reliant, so now she is forced to go through her awkward teenage years again. High school will be another personal hell.
"I think you would look good in purple."
"Fuck!" (Alya)