A/N: oi, three chapters in one night.
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... and woke up bright and early. A bit too early, in fact. She threw on a light pink shirt with a flower on it and her usual yellow shorts, then ate breakfast and mulled around for a bit. It wasn't long before she was locked safely in her room (after a shower just for the heck of it) and her radio turned on, low in case somebody was still sleeping. She tried dancing, or what she had figured out from books, but it didn't turn out so well.
As it was, Hikari was almost late for her shopping date with Mimi, and Taichi drove her to the mall, seemingly thinking it fun to lean on the car horn and scream obscenities to other drivers while going the wrong way on a one-way street fifty miles higher then what the speed was supposed to be.
Hikari didn't find it fun, or funny, but Tai was having a blast, so she just clung to her seatbelt and prayed.
After surviving, She managed to be five minutes earlier than Mimi, who showed up in a flurry.
Her hair was a bright yellow, with pink stars. Imagine that. She wore a sleeveless tank top and a pleated yellow skirt with pink flowers, probably to match her hair.
"So, Hikari," Mimi said brightly once they were inside the mall. "What's up?"
"The ceiling." They laughed. "Actually, Mimi-chan, it's the Big Dance coming up, and I'm not quite so sure what to wear and stuff..."
"A problem easily fixed!" Mimi said, eyes sparkling. "Let's see... well, the obvious is that your skin is so pale, so we're either going for Cute or Body-conscious." Mimi put a finger to her chin in thought, looking Hikari up and down. "Hmm... dark solid colors would probably make you glow, and light pastel colors would probably make you shine. In which case, it's up to you; who is it you're dressing up for, Hikari-chan?"
Hikari flushed. "Nobody yet..." she muttered.
"Wonderful," Mimi clapped her hands together. "That gives us plenty of freedom! Okay, so, what do you think is better, dark and solid or light and fluffy?"
Hikari stared at her. "Huh?"
Mimi refrained from smacking a hand to her forehead. "Well, come on, we'll start out slow." With that, she grabbed Hikari's hand and led her to a store that was all dark but filled with some of the most amazing things she had ever seen. It was almost a shame to call them clothing.
"Alright!" Mimi said happily, and began running to and fro, grabbing dresses and pants and skirts and blouses and sleeveless tops, of every color. Then Hikari was dragged into the dressing room with a three way mirror, and Mimi dressed and undressed her like a doll. Hikari found she rather enjoyed it.
I think that you should be body-conscious," Mimi decided about an hour later. "What do you think, Hikari? Would you rather be cute or body conscious?"
"Um..."
Understanding, Mimi grinned and said, "Cute is as Cute does; cute hair, cute outfit, cute looks, girlish cuteness of a completely chaste lifestyle. Body-conscious is just down-right sexy."
"Oh." Which one would get a kiss? Sexy or chaste? Hmm, choices, choices... "You're the expert, Mimi-chan; whatever goes." She said after a moment of thought.
"Lovely!" Mimi's smile broadened. "Okay, now here's the next part; would you like pants and blouse, pants and shirt, pants and sleeveless top, pants and tank top, short shirt and blouse, short skirt and tank top of sleeveless top, or long skirt with one of them, or a dress with a short hem or a dress with a long hem?" Mimi trailed off, once more looking Hikari up and down. "Well, since you always wear those cute shorts of yours or a skirt, then I think we ought to stick with something surprising and new; a dress."
Another look-up-and-down pause.
"Form-fitting, I think. We'll have to see if you've filled out enough. C'mon Hikari, on to a real store!" Mimi began walking out. Hikari followed her.
"Mimi-chan, what do you mean by 'filled out'?" Hikari asked.
"Your chest, of course," came the correspondent reply. "Cleavage is an important step in having a body, you know. Now, what kind of dress, hmm... short or long, short or long, sleeves or no sleeves, sleeves or no sleeves... and of course we'll have to get you a make-up job and your hair done." Mimi trailed off into her own little world of fantasies for a moment.
"But nothing that'll be permanent," Hikari said quickly. "It took me forever to get my parents let me go to this..."
"Ah," Mimi said. "They won't like your plan of being body-conscious, then."
"Anou..."
"we'll worry about that later! A whole week, I think I can get you outfitted by then."
"A week?" Hikari squeaked. "This'll take an entire week? But I don't have all week! I still have to-" smartly, she shut her mouth as they entered another store.
"Do what?" Mimi asked, checking the price on a dress and wrinkling her nose.
Hikari muttered something about dancing lessons.
"Oh, you're getting dancing lessons? I'll try to have us done by the end of today, then," Mimi said, grinning once more. She was all smiles.
And, literally, the entire day was spent running from store to store, trying everything on only to put three things on hold while scuttling off to another store to see if they had the same thing if not better for an acceptable price, and once this was done with every store in the mall they went running from one to another, using Mimi's photographic memory to choose which stores had the better price and which stores had the better clothes, and it was well past lunch time when they finally got Hikari a dress, high-heeled sandals, a matching purse, earrings, a complete make-up kit (Mimi's treat, Hikari was a little worried what she'd do with all of the face paint once this was over and how she'd hide it) gloves, special tights that were the color of your skin so people didn't know you had them on ("Panty hose, Hikari-chan." "Panty-hose? Wow!") nail polish ("what's with the gloves??" "you won't be wearing them all the time.") and a cute little comb with a teddy bear on it that Hikari just HAD to have.
Then Mimi did the exact same thing, well, almost, except with hair salons, looking at their books, prices, how long their lines were, when they had appointments, and when they finally decided on one, it was only for Mimi to spend thirty minutes talking to a woman with the most funky hair in the world (Hikari's mind had blocked it out for her to relieve stress) to poke and play with Hikari's hair, and simply giving Mimi written instructions on what could be done with it.
It was well past ten p.m. when Mimi drove Hikari home.
"I'd say a rather eventful shopping trip, ne?" Mimi asked. how differently she drived from Taichi; Hikari felt she could relax.
"I'll say. I've never done that before."
"You haven't? oh dear, Hikari." They stopped at her house, and Hikari grabbed her big bag of Big Dance material (or so Hikari called it) and she and Mimi smiled at each other. "Good luck with your dancing lessons. The shoes'll be great for twists," Mimi said winking before driving off.
Inside, everybody was still up, waiting for her.
"We were getting worried," Hikari's Okaasan said.
"What'd you get?" her Otousan asked, looking at the bag.
"Girlie things," Hikari said, blushing a little bit. "Um, Tomorrow Mimi's coming over to play with my hair, if that's all right..."
"No problem here," her Okaasan yawned.
"Can I go to bed now?" Taichi whined.
They all laughed.
Up in her room, Hikari carefully put her things in her closet. Then she put a check mark next to 'get an outfit' and went to bed with a light smile. Mimi would be over around ten a.m. (she had other appointments) to play with Hikari's hair then give her written instructions (complete with pictures) on how to put it up, and even more detailed instructions for her make-up.
Hikari had a feeling that on the night of the dance Mimi would end up doing her make-up and driving her there. Wouldn't surprise her.
With another yawn, Hikari was asleep.
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... and woke up bright and early. A bit too early, in fact. She threw on a light pink shirt with a flower on it and her usual yellow shorts, then ate breakfast and mulled around for a bit. It wasn't long before she was locked safely in her room (after a shower just for the heck of it) and her radio turned on, low in case somebody was still sleeping. She tried dancing, or what she had figured out from books, but it didn't turn out so well.
As it was, Hikari was almost late for her shopping date with Mimi, and Taichi drove her to the mall, seemingly thinking it fun to lean on the car horn and scream obscenities to other drivers while going the wrong way on a one-way street fifty miles higher then what the speed was supposed to be.
Hikari didn't find it fun, or funny, but Tai was having a blast, so she just clung to her seatbelt and prayed.
After surviving, She managed to be five minutes earlier than Mimi, who showed up in a flurry.
Her hair was a bright yellow, with pink stars. Imagine that. She wore a sleeveless tank top and a pleated yellow skirt with pink flowers, probably to match her hair.
"So, Hikari," Mimi said brightly once they were inside the mall. "What's up?"
"The ceiling." They laughed. "Actually, Mimi-chan, it's the Big Dance coming up, and I'm not quite so sure what to wear and stuff..."
"A problem easily fixed!" Mimi said, eyes sparkling. "Let's see... well, the obvious is that your skin is so pale, so we're either going for Cute or Body-conscious." Mimi put a finger to her chin in thought, looking Hikari up and down. "Hmm... dark solid colors would probably make you glow, and light pastel colors would probably make you shine. In which case, it's up to you; who is it you're dressing up for, Hikari-chan?"
Hikari flushed. "Nobody yet..." she muttered.
"Wonderful," Mimi clapped her hands together. "That gives us plenty of freedom! Okay, so, what do you think is better, dark and solid or light and fluffy?"
Hikari stared at her. "Huh?"
Mimi refrained from smacking a hand to her forehead. "Well, come on, we'll start out slow." With that, she grabbed Hikari's hand and led her to a store that was all dark but filled with some of the most amazing things she had ever seen. It was almost a shame to call them clothing.
"Alright!" Mimi said happily, and began running to and fro, grabbing dresses and pants and skirts and blouses and sleeveless tops, of every color. Then Hikari was dragged into the dressing room with a three way mirror, and Mimi dressed and undressed her like a doll. Hikari found she rather enjoyed it.
I think that you should be body-conscious," Mimi decided about an hour later. "What do you think, Hikari? Would you rather be cute or body conscious?"
"Um..."
Understanding, Mimi grinned and said, "Cute is as Cute does; cute hair, cute outfit, cute looks, girlish cuteness of a completely chaste lifestyle. Body-conscious is just down-right sexy."
"Oh." Which one would get a kiss? Sexy or chaste? Hmm, choices, choices... "You're the expert, Mimi-chan; whatever goes." She said after a moment of thought.
"Lovely!" Mimi's smile broadened. "Okay, now here's the next part; would you like pants and blouse, pants and shirt, pants and sleeveless top, pants and tank top, short shirt and blouse, short skirt and tank top of sleeveless top, or long skirt with one of them, or a dress with a short hem or a dress with a long hem?" Mimi trailed off, once more looking Hikari up and down. "Well, since you always wear those cute shorts of yours or a skirt, then I think we ought to stick with something surprising and new; a dress."
Another look-up-and-down pause.
"Form-fitting, I think. We'll have to see if you've filled out enough. C'mon Hikari, on to a real store!" Mimi began walking out. Hikari followed her.
"Mimi-chan, what do you mean by 'filled out'?" Hikari asked.
"Your chest, of course," came the correspondent reply. "Cleavage is an important step in having a body, you know. Now, what kind of dress, hmm... short or long, short or long, sleeves or no sleeves, sleeves or no sleeves... and of course we'll have to get you a make-up job and your hair done." Mimi trailed off into her own little world of fantasies for a moment.
"But nothing that'll be permanent," Hikari said quickly. "It took me forever to get my parents let me go to this..."
"Ah," Mimi said. "They won't like your plan of being body-conscious, then."
"Anou..."
"we'll worry about that later! A whole week, I think I can get you outfitted by then."
"A week?" Hikari squeaked. "This'll take an entire week? But I don't have all week! I still have to-" smartly, she shut her mouth as they entered another store.
"Do what?" Mimi asked, checking the price on a dress and wrinkling her nose.
Hikari muttered something about dancing lessons.
"Oh, you're getting dancing lessons? I'll try to have us done by the end of today, then," Mimi said, grinning once more. She was all smiles.
And, literally, the entire day was spent running from store to store, trying everything on only to put three things on hold while scuttling off to another store to see if they had the same thing if not better for an acceptable price, and once this was done with every store in the mall they went running from one to another, using Mimi's photographic memory to choose which stores had the better price and which stores had the better clothes, and it was well past lunch time when they finally got Hikari a dress, high-heeled sandals, a matching purse, earrings, a complete make-up kit (Mimi's treat, Hikari was a little worried what she'd do with all of the face paint once this was over and how she'd hide it) gloves, special tights that were the color of your skin so people didn't know you had them on ("Panty hose, Hikari-chan." "Panty-hose? Wow!") nail polish ("what's with the gloves??" "you won't be wearing them all the time.") and a cute little comb with a teddy bear on it that Hikari just HAD to have.
Then Mimi did the exact same thing, well, almost, except with hair salons, looking at their books, prices, how long their lines were, when they had appointments, and when they finally decided on one, it was only for Mimi to spend thirty minutes talking to a woman with the most funky hair in the world (Hikari's mind had blocked it out for her to relieve stress) to poke and play with Hikari's hair, and simply giving Mimi written instructions on what could be done with it.
It was well past ten p.m. when Mimi drove Hikari home.
"I'd say a rather eventful shopping trip, ne?" Mimi asked. how differently she drived from Taichi; Hikari felt she could relax.
"I'll say. I've never done that before."
"You haven't? oh dear, Hikari." They stopped at her house, and Hikari grabbed her big bag of Big Dance material (or so Hikari called it) and she and Mimi smiled at each other. "Good luck with your dancing lessons. The shoes'll be great for twists," Mimi said winking before driving off.
Inside, everybody was still up, waiting for her.
"We were getting worried," Hikari's Okaasan said.
"What'd you get?" her Otousan asked, looking at the bag.
"Girlie things," Hikari said, blushing a little bit. "Um, Tomorrow Mimi's coming over to play with my hair, if that's all right..."
"No problem here," her Okaasan yawned.
"Can I go to bed now?" Taichi whined.
They all laughed.
Up in her room, Hikari carefully put her things in her closet. Then she put a check mark next to 'get an outfit' and went to bed with a light smile. Mimi would be over around ten a.m. (she had other appointments) to play with Hikari's hair then give her written instructions (complete with pictures) on how to put it up, and even more detailed instructions for her make-up.
Hikari had a feeling that on the night of the dance Mimi would end up doing her make-up and driving her there. Wouldn't surprise her.
With another yawn, Hikari was asleep.
