Barbie Transformation

The end...

My breath hitches when I look down at the familiar item in Kat's hands as she commands, "Wear these."
They're pink, they're sparkly, they're vintage.
"I'm not wearing those." I finally say, my voice croaking.
Kat gapes, "Why not? Do you know how expensive these are? I would die to be in your shoes right now- well, these shoes, anyway."
"I just... I can't." I shake my head and squint my eyes at the pair.
"They're Victoria's Secret Vintage Shoes! Victoria's Secret doesn't ever, ever make shoes! You have no freaking idea how limited these are. There are probably only one hundred in the world!" Kat exclaims in bewilderment, shoving the pair in my arms.
The last time I wore these shoes, my heel snapped and now I'm in another state with a boy whom I love.
What's going to happen next, honestly?
I don't know why, but I feel that if I wear those shoes, I'm turning back into that barbie girl I used to be. Only she would wear those kind of shoes.
"Anything else but those, Kat." I beg her.
She shakes her head, "No. No others match your white dress and pink bag. You have to wear these. You are meant to wear these."
After a full round of arguing, I'm finally convinced to wear them. As though the shoes are mocking me, I stumble a little when I try to walk.
Tonight is going to be awful.

"Hey, Emmerson, are you ready- woah." Hunter halts in his steps and takes in my long, white gown. It has a large opening at the back and a very low neckline in the front, reaching approximately two inches above my belly button. A long slit also runs up through the dress on my right side.
"You- You l-look... Fuck, I can't even talk." He says in embarrassment, his cheeks flaming.
I grin in triumph, "Thank you, I guess?" I move my right leg, exposing it through the the slit of the dress, showing my shoe off, "Recognise these?"
His eyes run down my leg longingly before stopping at my foot. Quickly, his eyes flicker up and he sends me a knowing look, breathlessly saying, "Yeah."
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When we arrive at the art exhibition, I'm actually glad I'd worn something this elegant because every other girl in the room looks just as ravish.
Hunter points at a canvas hanging on the wall, "That one's good. From a few feet away it actually looks like a photo."
"Yeah, it does." I agree in awe.
"I want to be able to do that. Maybe I could do a portrait of you wearing this dress? It makes you look sexy as hell." He whispers the last part in my ear, making me shudder.
Wanting to play along with his flirting, I cheekily say with a serious face, "Why don't you do a nude painting of me?"
Hunter quickly nods, "Yes," causing me to burst out in laughter.
A few people across the room turn to look at us, and as I sheepishly look at them back, I notice a blur of a familiar face. Looking back at the person, he's no longer there.
Who was that?
He looked middle aged.
Looking around the room again, I notice Jackson staring at me with a cold, hard glare.
It sends horrible shivers up my spine.
In discomfort, I slip my hand into Hunter's as he mindlessly walks by the paintings.
"Excuse me? You're Hunter, aren't you?" A man wearing a suit asks, with a woman in a red dress clinging onto his arm.
He nods.
"Lexi has told us all about you and Jackson- specifically you, though. She said you art was very, very intricate! I can't wait to see your art exhibition this month! Have you started painting yet?" The woman asks, fluttering her eyelashes at him seductively.
Hunter nods, seemingly unbothered by her flirting, "Yes, actually. I've just started a new one; its a Birds Eye View angle looking down at a waterfall. My aim is to make it look like a photo; its really hard though."
The man laughs, "I finally know what an artist means! I'm a professional photographer so I can definitely understand how difficult that must be to paint."
After plenty more people come up to Hunter to talk to him, he turns to me, "Do you think everybody's talking to us because they know that I work for Lexi?"
I nod, "I think so. That's probably why everybody comes here; to get to know the newbie and to neglect their fame so that they can increase their own. Every person that has spoken to us has said Lexi's name."
Hunter nods and I know he's somewhat disappointed, "I kind of hoped we'd make some friends tonight."
I smile, "I guess, Mr Grey, that you're just too popular for them. You're stuck with me, now."
Hunter sighs, "Damn. I was hoping that old lady across the room would be stuck with me instead."
I grin and slap his chest in fake annoyance, "You are one little man-whore, Mr Grey."