A different kind of model 32

"Oh, Sam, we're so sorry!" Great said when Samuel told the girls what had happened in the bathroom. "But don't pay attention to those jerks! They are just jealous because you look so handsome!"

"What?" Samuel exclaimed. "But first they thought I was a girl! And looking at my reflection, I really look quite feminine..."

"Don't say nonsense!" Mia said. "You don't look feminine... You just look 'stylish'! Those idiots were just trying to mess with you!"

"That's right!" Chiara stated. "If you didn't have a girlfriend, I could ask a cute guy like you out."

"I don't know... Maybe..."

"Shhh... Just let it go, Sam" Great said. "Trust us! And we have a gift for you that will surely cheer you up!"

"G-gift?" Sam asked, afraid. 

"Yes! Contact lenses!"

In the previous week, Samuel had been practically forced to stop wearing his glasses. The girls said that it just didn't match the style they had planned for him. However, the guy was always complaining that without his glasses he couldn't see very well. 

"I got your prescription and took it to an optical shop some days ago. I was gonna give it to you tonight, but I think you kind of need it now."

Samuel had never worn contact lenses, so he needed help putting this in. At the end, he was relieved to realize he could properly see again. 

However, when he saw his reflection, he noticed something wrong...

"My eyes are blue! Greta, you didn't tell me these lenses were colored!"

"Oh, I didn't know either... I think the people at the shop got confused..."

"Well, but I think you look great with blue eyes, Sam!" Mia said. 

"Yes" Chiara said. "It really suits your blond hair!"

"But I don't..."

"Why don't you keep those contacts for a few days?" Great sugeted. "If you don't get used to them, I promise I'll take you to the optical shop and then you can get new ones..."