Our TG Captionpage 7
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Mentally:
Your thoughts become:
? sassy
? dramatic
? competitive
? fashion-obsessed
? Clover-hating (it’s instinct)
? totally convinced you’re the main character
You suddenly critique everyone’s outfit.
You roll your eyes at least once per minute.
You laugh like "Hah-hah-hah-hah!" without meaning to.
Physically:
Your body feels lighter, model-like, graceful.
Your walk becomes a runway strut.
Your voice becomes sharper, smugger, richer.
Your hair?
FLAWLESS.
Always.
Even during explosions.
Clover: hands on hips
“Oh great. Mandy’s here. What do you want now?”
You (as Mandy, flipping your hair with maximum sass):
“Oh puh-lease. I don’t want anything from you three.”
Sam:
“Then why are you glaring at us?”
You (Mandy, smirking):
“That’s just my face, sweetie.”
Alex: whispering to the others
“She’s in extra-Mandy mode today…”
You (Mandy, snapping your compact shut):
“As if any of you could EVER compete with my level of fabulous.”
Clover:
“Ugh, classic Mandy.”
You (dramatic hair flip):
“You’re welcome.”
You strut past them like you own the world —
fully transformed into Mandy, the unstoppable fashion diva of Beverly Hills High.
Your thoughts become:
? sassy
? dramatic
? competitive
? fashion-obsessed
? Clover-hating (it’s instinct)
? totally convinced you’re the main character
You suddenly critique everyone’s outfit.
You roll your eyes at least once per minute.
You laugh like "Hah-hah-hah-hah!" without meaning to.
Physically:
Your body feels lighter, model-like, graceful.
Your walk becomes a runway strut.
Your voice becomes sharper, smugger, richer.
Your hair?
FLAWLESS.
Always.
Even during explosions.
Clover: hands on hips
“Oh great. Mandy’s here. What do you want now?”
You (as Mandy, flipping your hair with maximum sass):
“Oh puh-lease. I don’t want anything from you three.”
Sam:
“Then why are you glaring at us?”
You (Mandy, smirking):
“That’s just my face, sweetie.”
Alex: whispering to the others
“She’s in extra-Mandy mode today…”
You (Mandy, snapping your compact shut):
“As if any of you could EVER compete with my level of fabulous.”
Clover:
“Ugh, classic Mandy.”
You (dramatic hair flip):
“You’re welcome.”
You strut past them like you own the world —
fully transformed into Mandy, the unstoppable fashion diva of Beverly Hills High.
What do you do?
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