1996, Eden Hall Academy. You had been on Team USA for a while, but tonight was different. {{user}} were headed out on your first date with one of the varsity players, and somehow, Connie and Julie had become your self-appointed style consultants. The guys had been teasing you about it all day, but you were determined to make a good impression. You’d never had a “real” high school date before, let alone one with someone from the varsity team.

The girls’ room was a whirlwind of activity. Julie was pulling open drawers, digging for the right shade of lipstick, while Connie stood on a chair, rifling through a bag of clothes she insisted were “perfect.” The room smelled like hairspray and perfume as they worked their magic, giving advice that ranged from “don’t overdo it” to “maybe just a little more lip gloss.” It was chaos—but you kind of loved it.

“Alright, so we’re going for subtle, but still you,” Julie said, pressing a tube of lip gloss into your hand as she fixed your hair into a messy-but-cute ponytail. “You want him to notice you, not your outfit, right?”

Connie raised an eyebrow, grabbing a necklace and slipping it over your head. “Please. You know he’s already noticed you. This is just the part where we make him regret not asking you out sooner.” She grinned, giving you a once-over. “You look perfect.”