The clerk dressed as Anna had instructed her, per her own instruction of course. She picked out the green blouse, purple tights and mary janes she'd admired and even tightened the cat beanie ontop her head. When she looked in the mirror she couldn't help but feel pure joy. She hugged the young Anna in delight. Surely somethings were still off, like her non-bobcut hair, and her physical appearance still not matching the one Anna gave out in the mirror, but resembling her at all sent susurrations of joy shivering down her psyche like a pixie fairy's blessing. She would've hugged herself if not in Anna's presence. It took almost a minute for Anna to pull her off herself and go back to the changing station. She quickly put on her own clothes and stretched out. Those fashions were nice, but they weren't really her she figured.
It was once she stepped out that she was greeted by the most unusual little get together she'd seen.
Dave and Allie had dressed themselves completely in Anna's short lived getup, wearing the same blouse, tights, Cat beanie and everything. The mother was trying out the same outfit on her daughter, another couple followed suit. Anna clapped her hand slowly and giggled, it wasn't until they saw her that she met with the uncanny with whatever was happening than and there.
They all looked at her. Not with admiration or obsession, but complete indifference, almost loathing, like she'd committed some kind of betrayal. After turning away from the unsightly girl, they looked at the adult clerk for guidance and emulated her, as the last beacon of the girl who wore fashions they'd obsessively admired. It seemed that for some reason, that fascination didn't extend past a certain point, but only took effect at the very first moment they saw her. Should she have changed her hairstyle, her clothes, her stripped into the nude at that moment they would've ignored it and stuck with whatever left an impression on them they made virgin sights on her, and not a second after.
Anna didn't rationalize on this too much, she wasn't one to waste time judging others. She shrugged and moved onwards, bumping aside from the small crowd of people who had once been her fondest fashion followers, now only following a ghost of what she'd wore. There were other looks for her to try out anyway.
