#include "trapped_in_a_dressingroom.h"

using std::uncomfortable;

string _time = "for_my_folks_to_rescue_me";

int number_of_dresses_tried_on = 15;

How did I land myself in this mess? Why wasn't I in our little 2LDK sprawled out on my futon coding a game? Because I don't know how to say no, that's fracking why.

"Ruisu-chin! Have you tried it on yet?" I glared once more at the mirror. The hot pink sheath of a dress was absolutely not flattering on me. Certain body parts of mine were definitely not suited to Japanese proportions.

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Sighing, I stepped out of the dressing room and was met with a squeal of delight.

"Kawaii!" the only two girls who had stayed, after 45 minutes of dress up with a human doll, praised. You think they would at least feel the need to use a different adjective by now.

Squealer1. name = "Tachibana Yuki"

Squealer1. height = "short" /*centimeters don't mean diddly to me so it's a fuzzy quantifier, deal with it*/

Squealer1. hobby = "makeovers"

Squealer2. name = "Maiyumi Rin"

Squealer2. height = "eye-level"

Squealer2. hobby = "sleeping"

((Squealer1 && Squealer2) == "pretty alright, even if they dress me up like a Barbie") = true

"Kawaii indeed! Although, perhaps a different color would suit you better…" I turned to see a gorgeous middle-aged woman with short red hair waltzing over to us. I bowed and introduced myself.

"What a charming young lady! Welcome to my shop! I'm Hitachiin Yuzuha. It's so wonderful to watch young people enjoying my clothes. I can't help wanting to dress you up myself. I have an outfit I think will suit you perfectly, if you would be so kind as to try it on." she said procuring a handful of items from seemingly thin air.

Looking down at the outfit in the changing room, I decided that Hitachiin-san was a much better stylist than my new acquaintances. Wearing navy pants and sky-blue button up with a acid-washed denim jacket that had a studded pocket over the left breast, I finally strutted out confidently and earned the loudest squeal yet.

"Kakkoii!"

Louise. personal_descriptor. Add ("Fly as hell"); /First time for everything I suppose

I looked over at Mrs. Hitachiin and grinned. This look was definitely more me.

"Louise! There you are. Have you been in here the whole time?" Everyone turned their attention to the front of the store. My parents shuffled toward us, weighed down by approximately 4,000,201 shopping bags.

(carrying_those_home == ("not fun" && "sweat inducing" && "exhausting")) = true

"Well don't you look nice, Sweet Pea," my mother cooed while pushing her glasses higher up on her nose so she could see me better.

"Hitachiin-san, is that you? It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person!" my father said when he recognized the Japanese woman next to me.

"William-san! And this must be your wife, Sylvie-san. It is good to see you made it here safely. Louise-chan is your daughter? Why, she is so polite and well spoken; I should have guessed," said Mrs. Hitachiin with a kind smile. "My boys will be in for a treat, having her for a classmate."