"We better get you some clothes!"
The Women Are Shrinking!
chapter 9
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“I know!” Tammy answered her question. “We gotta get you clothes for your naked butt.” Julia blushed as she remembered her nude state and attempted to cover herself. “Don’t worry,” Tammy assured her tiny captive, “I see my dollies naked all the time.”
“How reassuring,” Julia thought to herself.
“After we get you dressed,” Tammy told Julia. “We can have a tea party, and you can meet all my other dolls!” Tammy took her prisoner to a nearby corner where several shoeboxes and a doll-sized stage were waiting. “Hmmm,” Tammy looked over the doll clothes scattered on the ground. “What to pick?” Tammy unknowingly repeatedly banged Julia against her chin as she pondered her options, “Maybe this,” the child held a black dress over her hand containing Julia. “No,” Tammy said as she put the garment down. “We’ll save that for date night.”
“Date night?” Julia repeated to herself.
“How about this one,” Tammy held up a red dress. “I like it,” Tammy decided as she held the garment over Julia.
Julia looked over the dress herself and was glad to see that it wasn’t too out there; it looked like something her mother might wear to an office party. Julia recalled mixing and matching clothes with her dolls, using bikinis for underwear, and mixing pants with dresses. She even remembered giving a Barbie family six layers of clothes each for a snow day.
“Dress up time!” Tammy declared as she opened her hand.
“Wait!” Julia called. “Ummm, could I dress myself?”
“But,” Tammy asked. “I always dress my dolls.”
“But,” Julia argued. “You’ve never had a living doll before, right?”
“That’s true,” Tammy admitted.
“And isn’t getting the dolls into those little clothes the worst part?” Julia inquired, “It always was for me.”
Tammy gasped, “You used to play with dollies? Dollies play with dollies?”
“Ummm…” Julia paused before deciding to go with it for now, “Yes.”
“That’s so cute!” Tammy remarked.
“Yeah,” Julia said slowly, “So can I dress myself.”
Tammy thou, “Can I do your hair after?”
Julia paused, remembering the remark about cutting dolls’ hair in the car, not to mention the marker makeovers she used to give her own dolls, but this was the only shot she’d had so far at any freedom, “Okay.”
“Yay,” Tammy cheered as she let her captive down and gave Julia the dress. “I gotta get ready to play hairdresser, so you get dressed.”
Julia tried smiling as best she could, “Sounds like a plan.” But Julia doubted Tammy heard her because as she started speaking, the child turned around and dug into another shoebox. Finally given a moment to herself, Julia sighed and began to think about what to do. She could hardly get home alone without a terrifying and long journey. Julia looked to Tammy, who had moved to her toy box. The child was undoubtedly sweet and willing to bargain with the shrunken woman. Julia decided to win over Tammy and eventually get the child to bring the shrunken woman home.
“Ready!” Tammy’s enthusiastic voice took Julia out of her thoughts. “Look,” Tammy held up a doll-sized hairdresser’s chair. “You’re not dressed!” Tammy noticed.
“Oh,” Julia looked at herself and realized the child was right.
Tammy shook her head. “I knew you needed my help; dollies can’t dress themselves.” The child kneeled, intent on picking Julia up again, but the doll-sized woman backed away.
“No, no, Sweetie.” The woman pulled the dress over her body but couldn’t seal the velcro straps. “I guess I could use a little help.”
Tammy squealed with delight. “You’re so cute!” Tammy quickly knelt and sealed the dress.
“Thank you.” Julia smiled sweetly.
“Okay.” Tammy grabbed Julia and forced her into the chair, “Wait here.” When Tammy returned, she had…
“How reassuring,” Julia thought to herself.
“After we get you dressed,” Tammy told Julia. “We can have a tea party, and you can meet all my other dolls!” Tammy took her prisoner to a nearby corner where several shoeboxes and a doll-sized stage were waiting. “Hmmm,” Tammy looked over the doll clothes scattered on the ground. “What to pick?” Tammy unknowingly repeatedly banged Julia against her chin as she pondered her options, “Maybe this,” the child held a black dress over her hand containing Julia. “No,” Tammy said as she put the garment down. “We’ll save that for date night.”
“Date night?” Julia repeated to herself.
“How about this one,” Tammy held up a red dress. “I like it,” Tammy decided as she held the garment over Julia.
Julia looked over the dress herself and was glad to see that it wasn’t too out there; it looked like something her mother might wear to an office party. Julia recalled mixing and matching clothes with her dolls, using bikinis for underwear, and mixing pants with dresses. She even remembered giving a Barbie family six layers of clothes each for a snow day.
“Dress up time!” Tammy declared as she opened her hand.
“Wait!” Julia called. “Ummm, could I dress myself?”
“But,” Tammy asked. “I always dress my dolls.”
“But,” Julia argued. “You’ve never had a living doll before, right?”
“That’s true,” Tammy admitted.
“And isn’t getting the dolls into those little clothes the worst part?” Julia inquired, “It always was for me.”
Tammy gasped, “You used to play with dollies? Dollies play with dollies?”
“Ummm…” Julia paused before deciding to go with it for now, “Yes.”
“That’s so cute!” Tammy remarked.
“Yeah,” Julia said slowly, “So can I dress myself.”
Tammy thou, “Can I do your hair after?”
Julia paused, remembering the remark about cutting dolls’ hair in the car, not to mention the marker makeovers she used to give her own dolls, but this was the only shot she’d had so far at any freedom, “Okay.”
“Yay,” Tammy cheered as she let her captive down and gave Julia the dress. “I gotta get ready to play hairdresser, so you get dressed.”
Julia tried smiling as best she could, “Sounds like a plan.” But Julia doubted Tammy heard her because as she started speaking, the child turned around and dug into another shoebox. Finally given a moment to herself, Julia sighed and began to think about what to do. She could hardly get home alone without a terrifying and long journey. Julia looked to Tammy, who had moved to her toy box. The child was undoubtedly sweet and willing to bargain with the shrunken woman. Julia decided to win over Tammy and eventually get the child to bring the shrunken woman home.
“Ready!” Tammy’s enthusiastic voice took Julia out of her thoughts. “Look,” Tammy held up a doll-sized hairdresser’s chair. “You’re not dressed!” Tammy noticed.
“Oh,” Julia looked at herself and realized the child was right.
Tammy shook her head. “I knew you needed my help; dollies can’t dress themselves.” The child kneeled, intent on picking Julia up again, but the doll-sized woman backed away.
“No, no, Sweetie.” The woman pulled the dress over her body but couldn’t seal the velcro straps. “I guess I could use a little help.”
Tammy squealed with delight. “You’re so cute!” Tammy quickly knelt and sealed the dress.
“Thank you.” Julia smiled sweetly.
“Okay.” Tammy grabbed Julia and forced her into the chair, “Wait here.” When Tammy returned, she had…
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