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Chapter Two
Tiffany slowly walked down the baby aisle. "What the hell were they thinking when they made this crap!? Come on, back to the doll aisle."
Tiffany and Mary-Ellen found some gothic looking dolls about their size. Tiffany grabbed the one with the best outfit to her liking and tore open the box. Mary-Ellen looked worried.
"What's wrong?" Tiffany asked her.
"It's just that- I've never wore anything else. I can hardly even remember even being human!" A hardly noticeable tear fell down Mary-Ellen's apathetic cheek, " I guess what I mean is. I don't know what I'm doing."
Tiffany looked at her pathetically, but she felt bad for her. Tiffany tried to remember what she looked like as a human, and could only picture a hazy blond woman with black lipstick. "I know what you mean, here," Tiffany grabbed a black gothic doll, and gave it to Mary-Ellen, "try this on."
Mary-Ellen wiped the tear away, and smiled, "thanks."
After shedding their hideous wedding dresses, they put on their outfits, which fitted perfectly. Tiffany wore a small sports-braw, with a see through fish net shirt over it, and a pair of biker gloves that were cut off on the fingers. She also wore a black skirt, with fishnet stalkings under it, and around her feet were tall five inch, platform heels. Tiffany turned to look at Mary-Ellen who wore a skin-tight fishnet shirt, with a small belly, spaghetti strap over it that stated in bold, red letters, "Kiss this!" Under that she wore a pair of skintight leather pants that had bright silver zippers up the sides, and large black platform combat boots. "Come on, off to hair and makeup!" Tiffany signaled and the two were off.
"You would look sooo good in a darker blonde," Tiffany said, and Mary-Ellen smiled, she like being a bad girl. Tiffany grabbed two boxes of blonde dye off the shelf, grabbed a pair of scissors and a few towels, and then headed for the bathrooms.
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"Your right it does look good," Mary-Ellen laughed, looking into the bathroom mirror, and holding her one-and-only accessory in her hand, a preppy-pink bow.
"Now, what to do with those curls of yours," Tiffany grabbed the scissors off the sink.
"Oh no!" Mary-Ellen looked at her, "you're not touching my curls!"
"Oh come on! Just to make them a little shorter? Trust me!" Tiffany grabbed one of the curls, and pulled it strait in a parallel position. The curls reached Mary-Ellen's breasts. "Tsk-Tsk-Tsk, these are longer than I thought, no matter," at that Tiffany chopped away.
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"Stop moving, I can't do this if you move you know?" Tiffany was outlining Mary-Ellen's lips with black lip liner.
"Tiffany?" Mary-Ellen looked at her.
"What? I can't do this if you keep talking," Tiffany stopped for a minute to look at her.
"Thank you for everything, I feel great!" Mary-Ellen hugged her.
"Don't get a boner kid, it's no problem, plus I like having another girl here," Tiffany partly lied.
"Sorry, go-on," and Tiffany did.
****
"Oh boys?" the two girls called.
Chucky and Slappy turned around wide-eyed and opened-mouthed to see two absolutely ravishing gothic dolls. One with shoulder length blonde hair and black at the roots, and the other, slightly taller, with blonde curls that stopped at her ears, and a nice little pink bow on the left side of her head.
Tiffany slowly walked down the baby aisle. "What the hell were they thinking when they made this crap!? Come on, back to the doll aisle."
Tiffany and Mary-Ellen found some gothic looking dolls about their size. Tiffany grabbed the one with the best outfit to her liking and tore open the box. Mary-Ellen looked worried.
"What's wrong?" Tiffany asked her.
"It's just that- I've never wore anything else. I can hardly even remember even being human!" A hardly noticeable tear fell down Mary-Ellen's apathetic cheek, " I guess what I mean is. I don't know what I'm doing."
Tiffany looked at her pathetically, but she felt bad for her. Tiffany tried to remember what she looked like as a human, and could only picture a hazy blond woman with black lipstick. "I know what you mean, here," Tiffany grabbed a black gothic doll, and gave it to Mary-Ellen, "try this on."
Mary-Ellen wiped the tear away, and smiled, "thanks."
After shedding their hideous wedding dresses, they put on their outfits, which fitted perfectly. Tiffany wore a small sports-braw, with a see through fish net shirt over it, and a pair of biker gloves that were cut off on the fingers. She also wore a black skirt, with fishnet stalkings under it, and around her feet were tall five inch, platform heels. Tiffany turned to look at Mary-Ellen who wore a skin-tight fishnet shirt, with a small belly, spaghetti strap over it that stated in bold, red letters, "Kiss this!" Under that she wore a pair of skintight leather pants that had bright silver zippers up the sides, and large black platform combat boots. "Come on, off to hair and makeup!" Tiffany signaled and the two were off.
"You would look sooo good in a darker blonde," Tiffany said, and Mary-Ellen smiled, she like being a bad girl. Tiffany grabbed two boxes of blonde dye off the shelf, grabbed a pair of scissors and a few towels, and then headed for the bathrooms.
****
"Your right it does look good," Mary-Ellen laughed, looking into the bathroom mirror, and holding her one-and-only accessory in her hand, a preppy-pink bow.
"Now, what to do with those curls of yours," Tiffany grabbed the scissors off the sink.
"Oh no!" Mary-Ellen looked at her, "you're not touching my curls!"
"Oh come on! Just to make them a little shorter? Trust me!" Tiffany grabbed one of the curls, and pulled it strait in a parallel position. The curls reached Mary-Ellen's breasts. "Tsk-Tsk-Tsk, these are longer than I thought, no matter," at that Tiffany chopped away.
****
"Stop moving, I can't do this if you move you know?" Tiffany was outlining Mary-Ellen's lips with black lip liner.
"Tiffany?" Mary-Ellen looked at her.
"What? I can't do this if you keep talking," Tiffany stopped for a minute to look at her.
"Thank you for everything, I feel great!" Mary-Ellen hugged her.
"Don't get a boner kid, it's no problem, plus I like having another girl here," Tiffany partly lied.
"Sorry, go-on," and Tiffany did.
****
"Oh boys?" the two girls called.
Chucky and Slappy turned around wide-eyed and opened-mouthed to see two absolutely ravishing gothic dolls. One with shoulder length blonde hair and black at the roots, and the other, slightly taller, with blonde curls that stopped at her ears, and a nice little pink bow on the left side of her head.
