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I fucked upIfuckedupIFUCKEDUP" Sasha mumbles to herself, rushing towards the back, hoping Barbie was just looking at the wallets, or the t-shirts on sale.
Suddenly Sasha stopped. There she was, in her hot pink outfitted glory, innocently staring at the colorful wall of sex toys.
"Barbie, come on, let's-"
"Oh, Sasha!" Barbie turns around and brings Sasha's body closer to the sex toys.
"So, why are there fuzzy handcuffs? This doesn't really look like the type of store police would shop in... Ooh, what's a vibrator?"
For one second, Sasha thinks this is a dream, that Barbie was joking, but no. She has to answer those... questions.
"Well. Uhm. Uh." Sasha stutters and sounds like a broken record, saying the same thing again and again.
"Also, your mom has this! I wonder why she's never shown me this store before..."
Barbie pulls out a red and black corset with lace and ribbon, with lace trimmed cups, and a small black bow.
Sasha's face turns pale white, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Barbie, we. We need to get out of here. Let's leave." Sasha barely gets a word out, too shocked to even speak.
"Oh, not yet, please!" Barbie pleads with Sasha, using her puppy dog eyes. "I have some shirts I saw, at least let me buy them..."
"Fine, just.. uh. Be quick." Sasha manages to murmur out.
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They get some fries, which they both pig out over, after that eventful trip.
"You know, we don't have anything like this in Barbieland. The food court is MAGICAL."
Barbie smiles, eating a fry. "I love trying out just food in general, actually."
"Wait, isn't there a cook Barbie? Don't you guys eat her food?" Sasha questions, quickly forgetting about what just transpired.
"Well, we don't really EAT anything in Barbieland. I mean we have food, but we just don't consume it cause it's not really... edible. Oh, but we do admire Chef Barbie's cooking skills, and the different dishes she thinks up!" Barbie exclaims.
Sasha says an "Ohhhh..." in an understanding way, but her mood quickly shifts to a more mischevious one.
"Soo.. you gonna show me what's in there?" Sasha attempts to coax Barbie, while simultaneously trying to sneak a peek inside the black Spencers bag, though she knows in the back of her mind its probably a Pokemon or Hello Kitty tee.
"No way!" Barbie playfully sticks out her tongue, and pulls the bag away from her, giggling along with Sasha.
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Gloria is tired as hell. Mattel kept her at their dumbass Ordinary Barbie meeting for the whole day, and the only thing they decided on was what color her shoes were. Opening the door to her home was like heaven.
"Oh, hey mom." Sasha looks up from her phone, while Barbie looks like she just won the lottery.
"Gloria!" Barbie runs over to Gloria, hugging her. "Me and Sasha went to the mall, and I got a new t-shirt, wanna see?"
"You know what? Sure. Now come on, lets do it before I pass out on this couch here." Gloria sleep deprivedly chuckles, while Barbie walks to her room, squealing in excitement.
"Soooo?" Gloria smirks, nudging Sasha's shoulder.
"Yeah, I went to the mall with her, so what?"
"Oh Sasha..." Gloria hugs her daughter- much to Sasha's dismay.
"Yeah, yeah." Sasha tries to look embarrassed, and pushes her mom away, smiling.
"You guys ready?" Barbie calls out from the hall, her excitement shining through her voice.
"Come on out, Barbie!" Sasha announces like a game show host, making Gloria laugh alongside her.
Their laughter immediately stops once they see what Barbie's wearing.
The aforementioned shirt is a black croptop almost showing all of Barbie's boobs, reading "MILF" in small diamond-like rhinestones.
"Barbie. Where did you get that shirt." Gloria's dumbfounded voice is the only sound in the room.
"When me and Sasha went to the mall, I brought her to this store that I thought was cool, but the back had some weird fuzzy police gear, whatever vibrators are, and Gloria! I found your red corset thing you keep under your bed there too! But, the good thing is- they had some cool t-shirts."
Barbie smiles and stares at the rhinestone decals, but quickly notices the shocked expression on Gloria's face, and more of a horrified expression on Sasha's.
"Do you guys... not like my shirt?" Barbie's smiling face falls, saying this more quietly, oblivious to why they would both have this reaction.
"No, no!" Gloria snaps out of her daze. "It looks amazing on you, but um, do you know what your shirt MEANS, exactly?"
"Well, duh!" Barbie scoffs at such a silly notion. "Man I Love Fridays!!! You guys don't?"
Gloria's jaw drops, while Sasha laughs to no end, each breath a wheezing chuckle.
"l'm guessing that isn't what it means... So, what IS a MILF?" Barbie questions.
Gloria's face turns red.
"Well, it's a term that- It's something that people say when- I'll explain later. Just... change into something else."
"Uh.. okay?" Barbie walks back to her room.
Gloria looks at Sasha, who is currently trying to recover from all her laughter.
"Sasha. Why did you bring her there??? You know what, scratch that, why did you not tell her what the shirt meant???"
"Mom, I swear. BARBIE wanted to go there, not me! And she hid the shirt from me!"
"Sasha, I don't believe one word of th-"
BANG! The loud resounding sound of a door slamming echoes through the house.
Sasha and Gloria both turn around, to see Barbie apologizing.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be that loud." Barbie smiles awkwardly.
Gloria and Sasha don't say a single thing in response.
Barbie is wearing a shirt saying "I love pussy!" with a picture of a kitten.
"Sasha, go to your room!"