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short-lived stepping-stone that would soon lead me to something bigger.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> time, my only real beauty routine consisted of bleaching my own roots with Clairol ultrablue<br />
from <strong>the</strong> drugstore. One day, as I was performing <strong>the</strong> ritual in my bedroom with <strong>the</strong> door open,<br />
one of <strong>the</strong> girlfriends popped her head in.<br />
“What are you doing?” she snarled, with a scrunched nose.<br />
“Dying my hair,” I said, defensively. What did it look like I was doing? I knew <strong>the</strong>se wannabe<br />
Beverly Hills bitches looked down on anything do-it-yourself. “I need to save money. I can’t spend it<br />
all at <strong>the</strong> salon.”<br />
I actually hadn’t been to a salon in my life.<br />
“Ohhhh,” she cooed maliciously, a smirk slowly spreading across her face. “That’s smart.” She<br />
laughed and sauntered down <strong>the</strong> hall.<br />
What she failed to tell me was that Hef had an open tab at <strong>the</strong> José Eber Salon in Beverly Hills,<br />
and all <strong>the</strong> girlfriends had <strong>the</strong>ir hair and nails professionally done <strong>the</strong>re several times a week. None<br />
of <strong>the</strong> girls had bo<strong>the</strong>red to share this piece of information with me, because keeping me as homely as<br />
possible was in <strong>the</strong>ir best interests.<br />
Finally, I found out about <strong>the</strong> salon privileges when Vicky had lost patience with me using <strong>the</strong><br />
strong-smelling dye in our shared bathroom.<br />
“You know you don’t have to do your own hair, right?” she finally snapped.<br />
When I arrived at <strong>the</strong> José Eber Salon, it was like arriving in a whole new world. The staff<br />
whisked me into <strong>the</strong> salon and immediately changed my bright gold hair into <strong>the</strong> light platinum blond<br />
Hef loved. They straightened my naturally frizzy mane and planted long acrylic nails on top of my<br />
short ones.<br />
Meanwhile, months of utilizing <strong>the</strong> mansion’s gym and tanning beds had taken about 10 pounds<br />
off my figure and bronzed my skin into a smooth, perfect tan. Hef’s dentist had given me a bleaching<br />
kit for my teeth, which gave my smile a perfect bright <strong>Holly</strong>wood glow.<br />
The pictures we received <strong>the</strong> morning after each of our club nights out provided me with<br />
countless opportunities to study how I photographed. I quickly set about honing my makeup skills<br />
(which were virtually nonexistent before <strong>the</strong> mansion). During my first few months <strong>the</strong>re, I don’t think<br />
I wore much besides powder and maybe a little mascara. Compared to <strong>the</strong> Playmates’ carefully<br />
contoured faces, my sparse and natural look wasn’t cutting it. My work-free days gave me hours and<br />
hours to shop for and experiment with makeup. I learned how to make my lips look bigger, my eyes<br />
more catlike, and my eyebrows fuller and more defined. I felt like I was finally beginning to look like<br />
<strong>the</strong> glamorous Playmate I had always wanted to be!<br />
Staring at my photos, though, I knew <strong>the</strong>re was one last thing to fix. I’d never really been fond of<br />
my nose—it was a little too big for my taste, but I rarely thought about it. It wasn’t until I started<br />
seeing countless pictures of myself day after day that I realized it photographed even bigger than it<br />
was. I compared myself with <strong>the</strong> Playmates in our group photos—most of whom had tiny,<br />
unnoticeable noses. Hef’s favorite girls had “baby faces” with upturned snub noses. I started to feel<br />
like it was about time I did something about it.<br />
While plastic surgery was a common request among <strong>the</strong> girlfriends, I was still terrified to