... as a 3 pairs of mechanical arms shoot out from the wall opposite you, holding out three different outfits: the first is a puffy, frilly princess outfit, with a matching tiara and pink jeweled heels, the second is a bright pink ballerina's leotard, with an equally pink tutu, light pink tights, and pink ballet shoes, the third and final outfit being a strange mixture of the two, a fairy costume, with added wings and a glittery wand that attaches to the wrist.
"What in the hell..." You say, "I can't wear those- listen,for the laste friggin time, I'm NOT ASHLEY!"
The mechanical voice makes a sound akin to a disapproving gasp.
"Ashley, why I never! If I hear language like that again, than I have expressed permission from your mother to wash your mouth out with soap, do you hear me young lady! And since you been such a bratty little girl today, I'll be choosing your outfit for you."
With that the machine removed the other two girly monstrosities, leaving only the...
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