Sound, of course, carries both ways, so Betty & Linda heard Bambi's comment perfectly well. Betty rolled her eyes. "Self-absorbed little twerp," she muttered. "Probably didn't even hear us - or if she did, she didn't care."
"Probably not," Linda agreed with a sigh.
But Betty wasn't though yet. "I bet she's a trust fund baby - skating through life on daddy's stipend, not worried about anything real! I wish I was rich with nothing on my mind but guys and clothes and looking good!"
In the dressing room, Bambi heard the words "I wish..." again, but had been too busy admiring the way the blouse fit her to really pay attention to what came after. Suddenly, she felt the familiar tingle wash over her. Puzzled, she stopped and examined herself in the mirror again.
Like, I don't look any different or anything - I'm still a hottie! She giggled, pleased to find that she was as sexy-looking as ever.
Bambi took another minute or so to admire the way she filled out the blouse. Vaguely, she felt there was something else she should be doing, but it didn't seem as important as how she looked in the blouse. Finally, she emerged from the dressing room, beaming brightly. "This top is, like, way awesome!" she bubbled. "I wanna wear it!"
"Of course," said Linda (the smart, nice one). "Let's go ring it up."
"Sick! I'm gonna - ooh, waitwaitwait, I wanna try on this skirt, too!"
Bambi spent another hour in Avonlea's, trying on this and that, usually declaring that she wanted to wear whatever it right then. Finally, Bambi settled on her look - a salmon-colored off-the-shoulder blouse, a crimson leather miniskirt even shorter than the one she'd come in wearing, and a pair of strap-ons with three inch heels. Beneath it all, she wore only a thong, very much like the one she'd had on (she had not been wearing a bra, and didn't really see why she needed a new one if she wasn't already wearing one). A pair of designer shades completed the outfit.
"Okay, sweeties," Linda said, "Your total comes to just under $700. Will that be cash or charge?"
"Ummm..." For just a moment, Bambi wondered how she'd pay for all this, but after rummaging in her purse (which she didn't remember carrying inside, but there it was, so...), she found an obsidian charge card (no limit, balance auto-paid), embossed with the name SMYTHE, BAMBI JANE.
"Oh wow! That's, like, me!" she exclaimed gleefully, causing Betty to roll her eyes again. Linda only smiled - not only because she was being polite, but because she was getting a commission.
