Dark days! i had to go into hiding

all Ebony Fo­ley, 20, from Burn­ley, wanted was to be a stun­ning, bronzed beauty…

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Fill­ing the sink, I des­per­ately started try­ing to scrub it off I video-called a friend… See­ing my face, she looked ter­ri­fied!

Prep­ping for the week­end, I had a fun Satur­day night ahead.

Me and my mates had or­gan­ised a girlie night out in Manch­ester to cel­e­brate a friend’s 21st birth­day.

The out­fits had been bought, ex­cit­ing plans made.

All that was left to do was to make sure I was bronzed and beau­ti­ful.

Three days be­fore our night out, I ran to the shops in search of my favourite fake bake.

I al­ways make sure I’m glow­ing and tanned, but I wanted a top-up be­fore the week­end.

Only, I found my fave brand was out of stock!

‘I want to be nice and brown,’ I told the sales as­sis­tant.

‘Try this one in­stead. The colour comes out so well,’ she sug­gested, hand­ing me a can marked ‘darker than dark’ writ­ten across the top.

I no­ticed the shop as­sis­tant had a lovely tan.

‘Is that the one you’ve got on? Your skin looks amaz­ing!’ I gushed.

‘Yep, I love it,’ she smiled.

With­out hes­i­ta­tion, I bought a can and headed home.

Spread­ing the tan­ning mousse on my legs, I saw them turn a gor­geous colour.

So I cov­ered the rest of my body in the stuff, then my face. After, I looked in the mir­ror. Only, in se­conds, my skin turned sev­eral shades darker.

‘What on earth have I done?’ I yelled, pan­ick­ing.

Fill­ing the sink, I des­per­ately started try­ing to scrub it off.

But it was too late.

Look­ing at my re­flec­tion, I burst out laugh­ing. Luck­ily, I have a sense of hu­mour and don’t take my­self too se­ri­ously – which is just as well, as

I looked ab­so­lutely ridicu­lous.

I had to laugh at my own stu­pid­ity!

Creep­ing out of the bath­room, I went to show my boyfriend Dean, 29.

‘Dean,’ I said. ‘You’ll never guess what….’

But be­fore I could ex­plain, he took one look at me and dou­bled over in hys­ter­ics.

‘Ebony, what are you like?’ he laughed, strug­gling to get the words out as tears streamed down his face.

‘You have to help me get it off!’ I begged, still laugh­ing.

When he fi­nally com­posed him­self, Dean helped me scrub

my face with a sponge. But the fake tan just wasn’t budg­ing.

‘This isn’t work­ing, babe,’ he said. ‘But it’s so funny, the mis­take was worth it!’

Dean’s son, 7, was staying with us that night.

When he saw my face, he burst into tears.

‘I don’t like it!’ he cried. Bless! His re­ac­tion was price­less, and it made us laugh even more.

By now, Dean was howl­ing, col­lapsed on the sofa. So was I. I knew my mates wouldn’t let me live it down. I had to make fun of my­self be­fore they did.

I video-called a friend to show her. As soon as my face ap­peared, she looked ter­ri­fied!

Then I took a screen­shot, up­loaded it on Face­book.

Every­one had a laugh at my ex­pense.

I re­ally didn’t want to leave the house. But I had work the next day.

When I turned up at my of­fice job in the morn­ing, feel­ing sheep­ish, they’d all seen the pic­ture I’d posted on­line.

Every­one cracked up, in­clud­ing me!

I didn’t go to my mate’s 21st party, though, and spent weeks hiding at home un­til it faded.

I’m still ob­sessed with be­ing tanned, just more care­ful about which one I buy.

I sim­ply couldn’t face an­other fake-bake fail.

I like to stay golden

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