Apparently she wanted Kaley to dress like a hooker and show as much skin as possible.
It was the exact opposite of what she would pick out for herself. Bright colors and little fabric, it wasn’t exactly the look she was going for. Not that she really thought about it much, but Kaley guessed she would consider her style to be conservative and functional. She wore what was comfortable, which wasn’t always the fashionable choice.
Mother Barbie, on the other hand, liked dressing on trend. Whatever was popular at the time was what she wore. She was such a fashion victim.
“What about this outfit? It’s quite cute.” Kaley held up a dark purple dress. It didn’t have any ruffles or lace like the ones Georgie pointed out.
She made a face of disgust. “You can’t be serious. It looks like a nana should be wearing it. Think young, Kaley. You’re not going to have that gorgeous body forever.”
Kaley returned it to the racks, defeated. She kept flicking through the hangers although she thought for sure she would never be able to find something deemed suitable.
What was more worrying was the pile of clothes Georgie was accumulating over her arm as they browsed. If she expected Kaley to wear any of them, she would be disappointed. There was too much pink in there for a start.
“Maybe we should try somewhere else.” Kaley finished the rack and came up empty handed.
“There’s plenty here. Don’t worry, I’ve got some for you to try on. To the change rooms, my girl!”
Kaley looked toward the exit, she might make it if she ran for it. The clothes would slow down Mother Barbie, she wouldn’t be able to catch her.
As if she had a choice.
She followed her mother to the change rooms and was shoved behind a curtain. There was no escaping now.
Making her way through the vast pile that was surely over the limit of garments allowed in the change rooms, Kaley didn’t know what her mother was thinking. One of the dresses was so short she wouldn’t be able to sit down without showing everything that shouldn’t see the light of day.
Another dress was neon purple with cut out panels around the waist. A few had more lace adornments than an old woman’s house. And another had a neckline that went down to her bellybutton. There was seriously something wrong with her mother’s fashion taste.
The worst part was Georgie insisted on seeing every single item. When Kaley took too long, she would pull open the curtain to see what the problem was. She had to change quickly or risk her underwear-clad body being exposed to all the other shoppers.
“Oh, Kaley, you look so beautiful!” Georgie exclaimed as she looked over Kaley’s shoulder in the mirror. She was wearing a black dress with puffy sleeves and a lace panel on the back. Kaley couldn’t understand what her mother was seeing. To her it looked like she’d stumbled into a bad Madonna video. Or any Madonna video, really.
“It’s not me, Mom.”
“But look at those curves, you’re bumpy in all the right places. Girls would kill to have a figure like yours and all you do is cover it up.”
“I don’t like the dress.”
Georgie had a look of disappointment on her face. “Well, keep going then. You might find one you like.”
Kaley doubted that but she closed the curtain and tried the next one. It was the last one in the pile. If she didn’t like that one, then they would have to try yet another store. And that meant another pile of clothes she would have to try on. It was overwhelming just thinking about it.
She slipped into the last dress and pulled the zipper just as Georgie opened the curtain.
“Oh my, Kaley, you can’t tell me that one isn’t absolutely gorgeous.”
Instead of replying, Kaley stared at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was dusky pink with black dots. The neckline was framed with a thin line of black lace and it tied at the waist with a sash of the same material. It flattered her curves without them being overt. It almost
It was the exact opposite of what she would pick out for herself. Bright colors and little fabric, it wasn’t exactly the look she was going for. Not that she really thought about it much, but Kaley guessed she would consider her style to be conservative and functional. She wore what was comfortable, which wasn’t always the fashionable choice.
Mother Barbie, on the other hand, liked dressing on trend. Whatever was popular at the time was what she wore. She was such a fashion victim.
“What about this outfit? It’s quite cute.” Kaley held up a dark purple dress. It didn’t have any ruffles or lace like the ones Georgie pointed out.
She made a face of disgust. “You can’t be serious. It looks like a nana should be wearing it. Think young, Kaley. You’re not going to have that gorgeous body forever.”
Kaley returned it to the racks, defeated. She kept flicking through the hangers although she thought for sure she would never be able to find something deemed suitable.
What was more worrying was the pile of clothes Georgie was accumulating over her arm as they browsed. If she expected Kaley to wear any of them, she would be disappointed. There was too much pink in there for a start.
“Maybe we should try somewhere else.” Kaley finished the rack and came up empty handed.
“There’s plenty here. Don’t worry, I’ve got some for you to try on. To the change rooms, my girl!”
Kaley looked toward the exit, she might make it if she ran for it. The clothes would slow down Mother Barbie, she wouldn’t be able to catch her.
As if she had a choice.
She followed her mother to the change rooms and was shoved behind a curtain. There was no escaping now.
Making her way through the vast pile that was surely over the limit of garments allowed in the change rooms, Kaley didn’t know what her mother was thinking. One of the dresses was so short she wouldn’t be able to sit down without showing everything that shouldn’t see the light of day.
Another dress was neon purple with cut out panels around the waist. A few had more lace adornments than an old woman’s house. And another had a neckline that went down to her bellybutton. There was seriously something wrong with her mother’s fashion taste.
The worst part was Georgie insisted on seeing every single item. When Kaley took too long, she would pull open the curtain to see what the problem was. She had to change quickly or risk her underwear-clad body being exposed to all the other shoppers.
“Oh, Kaley, you look so beautiful!” Georgie exclaimed as she looked over Kaley’s shoulder in the mirror. She was wearing a black dress with puffy sleeves and a lace panel on the back. Kaley couldn’t understand what her mother was seeing. To her it looked like she’d stumbled into a bad Madonna video. Or any Madonna video, really.
“It’s not me, Mom.”
“But look at those curves, you’re bumpy in all the right places. Girls would kill to have a figure like yours and all you do is cover it up.”
“I don’t like the dress.”
Georgie had a look of disappointment on her face. “Well, keep going then. You might find one you like.”
Kaley doubted that but she closed the curtain and tried the next one. It was the last one in the pile. If she didn’t like that one, then they would have to try yet another store. And that meant another pile of clothes she would have to try on. It was overwhelming just thinking about it.
She slipped into the last dress and pulled the zipper just as Georgie opened the curtain.
“Oh my, Kaley, you can’t tell me that one isn’t absolutely gorgeous.”
Instead of replying, Kaley stared at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was dusky pink with black dots. The neckline was framed with a thin line of black lace and it tied at the waist with a sash of the same material. It flattered her curves without them being overt. It almost
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