“Shoe shopping!” She said. “After all, we want you gliding around the dance floor effortlessly in your heels on prom night, right?” You winced and she laughed. “Of course we do! Follow me, Madison.”
Reluctantly you trailed along after your crazy step-mother, arms filled with bags. You wobbled a bit as you walked, slowly starting to figure out how to move in the wedges. The last thing you wanted to do was draw any more attention to yourself by tripping and falling.
You stared around in amazement at the prices as you entered the store. You’d never been all that interested in clothes before, and you were shocked at just how pricy shoes could get. Vivian had you try on what seemed like an endless assortment of shoes. Most were uncomfortable, and you were dreading the thought of having to wear them for hours at prom.
Vivian purchased what seemed like far too many pairs of shoes for one person, and then led you to get your ears pierced. After that was a trip to the nail salon, where Vivian and the stylist happily talked about how excited you were to be going to prom. You tried to stay as quiet as possible, hoping that this whole ordeal would end soon.
Finally Vivian seemed satisfied and the two of you loaded the seemingly endless pile of bags into the backseat of her car. You were eager to get home before anyone realized who Vivian’s “stepdaughter” actually was.
“Don’t worry Madison.” Vivian glanced over at you as she pulled out of the mall’s parking lot. “We’ll be back soon. We still have to pick out your prom dress, after all.”
You had never been more relieved to arrive back at home. Vivian insisted on your carrying your new clothes up to your room right away, and you staggered up the stairs, still wobbling a bit as you made your way to your room.
Dropping the bags on the floor, you walked over to your closet, eager to change out of your dress. You opened the door….and stared.
It was empty.
All of your old clothing was gone.
A quick search confirmed it. Every last piece of your male clothing was gone. You looked around in dismay as Vivian entered your room with more bags.
She noticed the empty closet and smiled. “I moved your old clothing into storage until after prom, Madison.” She said. “You have more than enough things to wear for the next few weeks.”
Reluctantly, you accepted defeat, slowly starting to hang up your new clothing. It was going to be a long couple of weeks…
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