Not mine: It all belongs to Disney, I suppose

Beauty glared at the dress laid out on the bed before her. She had wrapped herself firmly in a towel, and was standing feet spread over the sumptuous canopied bed that occupied one corner of her new room.

"There is no way in HELL I am going to wear that! Look at it! It was made for some insipid little princess child! With no hips, or chest, or ANYTHING. I am a big girl, and I will wear clothing APPROPRIATE to my body type. This means NO stupid ruffles in awkward places! My hips are big enough without you adding layers of ruffles to them! And why on EARTH is this dress pink? I have dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Pale pink is NOT my color! Give me a red, a dark green, some shade of blue, any thing but this! I mean, seriously! You need to get out in the world more."

The air spirit that had been fussing about Beauty stirred the air agitatedly, and rustled across the dress in a pleading manner. Beauty stood firm.

"No. It's not going to happen. I will look like a frilly pig if I wear that. I am not willing to demean myself. You WILL find something else for me to wear."

A defiant rustle of the drapes seemed to suggest otherwise.

Beauty glared.

The drapes rustled.

Beauty continued to glare.

With a sigh of intense long suffering, the spirit half heartedly flowed out of the drapes and onto the bed on which the dress was laid out. With what seemed to Beauty to be very great reluctance, the spirit swooshed over the dress, causing it to swirl and sparkle most impressively. Beauty looked in, excited to see what changes had been wrought upon the offending garment. When her greedy gaze settled upon the newly changed fabric, she screeched.

"YOU STUPID CLOUD OF DUST! WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU MADE IT EVEN WORSE!"

The spirit did nothing, but a severe air of smugness seemed to permeate the room. Beauty glowered impressively.

Where once a floor length, insipidly pink, extremely ruffle laden dress had lain, a maroon velvet gown with a high collar and an extremely long slit up the leg lay. The whole dress was very attractive, and the spirit was quite proud of itself for having come up with such a fetching ensemble.

Beauty, however, had other ideas.

"I'm five four! How am I supposed to wear a dress with a slit like that?! It will just show everyone how ridiculously short my legs are. And I don't LIKE my legs! And WHY, pray tell, is there a high collar on that stupid thing? I'm a big girl! I have nice, LARGE, accents for my torso! Why are you hiding it with that stupid collar thingy?!? You are AGAIN trying to dress a different body type than they one you are faced with! Accept the fact that I'm not one of those stupid, simpering, plastic princess types you always have to deal with, and our relationship with go a lot smoother. Trust me on this one."

The very air in the room seemed to crackle with tension.

Beauty continued to scowl defiantly at the area she thought the breeze was currently resting.

"Seriously. Fix. It. NOW. Or I will NOT be held responsible for what happens to this room after you leave."

The spirit seemed to sense that it was a lost battle, and gave up the fight.

Beauty smirked. It was nice getting her way.