As your teeth chatter from the brisk wind, you get out of the middle of the street and raise your arm as high as it can go. The girly, giant, poof shoulders of the dress are an inconvenience to your plight. Annoying, you rotate your arm inward, and smack your elbow against your fake breasts, causing them to jiggle for a second. The car slows to a stop, and you're thankful that the pretty makeup hides the intense blush you feel.
The frills on the inside of the dress shake in response to you moving towards the driver's seat. Your heart is racing from having someone see you like a stereotypical princess, and from the sudden realization that you will probably have to talk to the driver. The window rolls down, and you see ...
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