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Brains and Beauty	By : callistosbitch Category: +S through Z > Scooby Doo Views: 18248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-:: Velma's Makeover ::
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Title: Brains and Beauty
Author: callistosbitch
Archived: Soon to be in the Scooby Doo Movie category, once they create it since its basically set after the second movie
Summary: Velma starts to recognize her feelings for Daphne, but is she smart enough to figure out how to win her over?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Velma/Daphne
Feedback: I’ll give you a Scooby snack if you do lmfao
Beta’s: My girlfriend and roommate
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Scooby Doo characters. They are property of Hanna-Barbera Productions and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

:: Chapter One - Velma's Makeover ::

Fred looked in the mirror in the living room of our state of the art house. He was checking himself out again, combing his bleach blonde hair with his fingers and making strange faces at himself which from my personal deduction was stating that he would do those private things to himself if it wasn’t for the rest of us scattered around the room. Daphne was reading a fashion magazine on the couch with a model who was so obviously anorexic on the cover. I look at her and wonder what the appeal is. Is seeing every rib on your body attractive?

Scooby Doo and Shaggy were making ham, cheese, salsa, chocolate sauce, and potato chips sandwiches. I often find myself wondering how they can stand to eat that stuff. Their stomachs must be made of tin, if that was possible. But really, I know they’re not. Maybe they just acquired a taste for weird things.

And me? I was fiddling with a highly explosive chemical, and it was hard to concentrate with Fred’s sounds... or was it moans... of approval of his own reflection. I put down a beaker and look at him with an exasperated look on my face, "Fred? Could you maybe... um... do that... silently? This is highly explosive and I need to concentrate."

He turned around and looked at me, "If its highly explosive then why aren’t you doing it in the lab? I have important grooming time to catch up on."

Daphne looked up from her magazine and replied, "I swear Fred, your memory is worse than ever. Yesterday Scooby and Shaggy trashed it when they tried to hide from... what was it?" She looked at the two, "A shadow ghost?" She had this amused look on her face.

"Hey!" Shaggy looked up from his sandwich, "That what-cha-ma-call-it in Velma’s lab had a shadow that looked like an EVIL GHOST!" His voice went up an octave or two at the end and he looked left and right, scared he was going to see it again.

"Reah," Scooby agreed, "Revil Rhost!" He ate his whole sandwich in one bite and went to go for Shaggy’s but got his paw slapped.

"Scooby Doo, make another one!" Shaggy protested and took a big bite of his own.

"But baby," Fred said to Daphne as he was still stuck on the grooming ordeal, "Don't you want me to look my best for tonight? After all, there’s no one as good looking as me."

Daphne rolled her eyes, I'm getting the feeling she’s regretting the day she started to date him.

I spoke up, "Freddy, you've been going at it for over two hours."

Daphne raised her eyebrows and looked at me. I realized how that sounded, blushed and cleared my throat but somehow still managed to stutter, "Y-You know... the g-grooming thing."

Daphne pursed her lips and tried not to giggle as she went back to her magazine. Fred totally missed my slip up and just pouted. And I just engrossed myself in the chemicals.

"Like, where we goin' guys?" Shaggy asked while playing keep away with his sandwich from Scooby. Scooby was jumping up trying to get at it.

"Patrick has the Coolsville Museum of Criminology back up and running," Daphne said, but wasn’t looking at them. She was looking at me, she knows I like him. "Which reminds me... Velma, should we go get ready?"

I look up at her and then look down at the orange turtle neck I was wearing. "I AM ready. He didn’t say it was formal."

She rolled her eyes at me, "He didn’t SAY it was but think about it... cameras all around... you know the news is going to be there. Brand new opening and all after Jacobo. Don’t you want to look your best? You'll be on television, Velma. TELEVISION. People. Watching. YOU." She said each word slowly as if to get it through my head.

I gulp, I never really thought about that before. "I-I don’t have anything to wear."

Daphne brushed that off like it was the most absurd thing she’s ever heard. "Please, there's got to be SOMETHING in that closet of yours. Come on." She got up and threw her magazine on the couch and took my hand, dragging me to my room. I take one look back and see Shaggy looking down at his clothes no doubt wondering whether he should change, but then it got cut from my view as I'm dragged through the door.

She closed my bedroom door behind us and went into the closet. She pulled it open and looked inside. A range of mostly orange clothes lined the bars, all very modest looking, but no dresses.

"See?" I blush and mumble looking down.

Daphne studied the clothes and pulled out a orange t-shirt that was too small for me, and a medium length black skirt. "I see no problem," she said.

"But I can’t wear a t-shirt. Plus, its too small for me anyway." I sit down dejectedly on a chair next to my bookcase.

She shook her head, "Small to you is just right to the rest of the world. Plus, who said this is going to be a t-shirt?" She raised an eyebrow at me and went in the other room. She came back with scissors and thread.

"Y-You're going to cut up my clothes?!" I say, shocked.

"IMPROVE, Velma. Not cut up." She went to work, cutting and sewing. To me it looked like she was just making a mess out of a perfectly good shirt and skirt, and I kept biting my bottom lip in worry. But she seemed to know what she was doing. By the end of it she had cut the shirt and sewed it to be a strappy, tight fit SHORT dress. But... it wasn’t that pretty.

"Uhh... I'd look like the poster child for Halloween, Daph."

"Did I SAY I was done?" She raise an eyebrow and went out of the room again. She came back with some sheer black fabric, and started sewing it over the orange top of the so called dress. By the time she was done, I'll have to admit it was rather pretty, but I think it would look better on her than me. Short and tight isn’t really the definition of my style. And what is... "Is that a HOLE?? Where my... m-my..." I couldn’t bring myself to say the word. I try not to think it but it kept popping in my head. BREASTS. "....go?"

"ABOVE where they go. Just a slit, not a hole. Now try it on."

I get off my chair and take the dress nervously and go into the bathroom. I take off my turtle neck and skirt and put on the dress. I look at myself in the mirror. Oh god. "I am NOT coming out."

I can hear Daphne sigh from the other side of the door, "Come on, Velma. Its only fair I get to see my work."

She was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. I timidly reach out for the door knob and turn it, swinging the door open so she can see. I shut my eyes tightly so I don’t see her reaction.

There was silence for a minute and I felt like I could just die. Then... "Velma... you look... you look..."

"I know, I look hide--"

"....HOT."

Huh? I open one eye, then the other. Hot? I could feel butterflies start to form in the pit of my stomach and I tried to suppress them. "I-I do?"

She smiled, "Yes!" She was obviously very proud of herself. I felt weird in this though, it hugged places I would rather it kept its materials off of. "Now, for the hair."

I touch my short brown hair, "Hair?"

"Yes, HAIR. You cant wear your hair like that to go with that dress, it doesn’t match!"

Leave it to Daphne to care about matching.

She took a hair straightner and plugged it in. I backed up. "W-What are you gonna do with that?"

"Straighten your hair, silly. You know if it wasn’t so poofed up it could be much longer." I cringe. This is the end of me, I know it. She took the straightner and started flattening my hair. After a half an hour she was done with that and took some hair from the front of my face and pulled it back into a clip low on my head, leaving my bangs to be free.

"Now for makeup..." Daphne said quietly as she removed my glasses.

"I cant see," I complain.

"Just wait." She started applying eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara to my eyes and then lines my lips with a soft red and put gloss over them. "There, take a look."

"I CANT SEE," I tell her again.

"Oh, right. Where are your contacts?" She started fiddling around on the dresser.

"Contacts? I-I think I'd be much happier with my glasses..."

"Nonsense," she said. "Here they are." She brought my eyelid up and put one in. I could now see out of one eye. Then she put the other in. "You have beautiful eyes, you need to show them off more. Now go look at yourself."

My eyes wander towards the mirror and a gasp. I looked.... beautiful. I smile.

Daphne grinned, "I take it you're happy. Now I need to go get ready, go downstairs and tell Shaggy to, too."

I nod a little, but I was still looking at myself in the mirror. Daphne gave my butt a tap, "Go." She gigged.

I blushed, "Right... going." I shuffle out of my bedroom but she took hold of my arm to stop me. "Forgetting something?" She asked and smirked.

"Umm...."

"Shoes," Daphne giggled some more. “Here, wear these ones, they're mine." She handed me some black strappy heels. "Oh... I-I don’t think I could be able to walk in those..."

"They're thick heels. Put them on, see for yourself. Much easier to walk in than spike heels."

I slip them on and lace them up around my ankles and try walking. It was easier than I expected. "Now remember to tell Shaggy," she said as she gave me a wink and left. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach again and I blushed before leaving to go downstairs.

TBC.....
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