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                  “The one you tried on when we went to The Bay for New Year’s? The one that made your boobs spill from your chest and your waist look wasp-tiny?”
    I nodded.
    “Yes it is. Happy early birthday.” She slapped me on the ass and I let out a grunt.
                  “But my birthday isn't for three months.” I was still in awe.
                  “Judging by your outfit you needed it now.” She laughed. “Speaking of birthdays, why are we not wearing the seriously expensive, ultimately perfect black leather boots I bought for you last year?”
                  Ooh busted. I should have gone with style over comfort this time.
                  “These were more comfortable. You’re lucky I’m not wearing my Converse, kid.”
                  “Shut up and put these on,” she demanded as she tossed me a pair of boots almost identical to mine except these had a much pointier toe.
                  Shit .
                  “Seriously? You’re serious with these right now?”  I complained as I put them on. I knew she wouldn't let up until I did it, so I gave in before she got violent.
                  The boots didn't hurt instantly when I stood up, but I had a feeling they would before too long. Thankfully the heels were a little thicker than the ones I had at home; this made me hopeful I wouldn't eat pavement. I tried to change my shirt, but realized quickly I wasn't wearing the right bra. I got discouraged, but with a little coaxing from Tatum, I decided to ditch the bra and go free style.
    I stood back and looked at my mini makeover in the mirror. I looked much better, like I might actually fit in where we were headed. Tatum came to stand to my right. She stood nearly three inches taller than me barefoot, and was still nearly that much taller with both of us in heels.
                  Tatum always looked beautiful. Her little black dress hit just above her knees showcasing her long slender legs. She's thinner than I am, but not skinny, pretty much just a perfect womanly form. She balanced elegantly on very tall, thin, black heels, topped off with the thinnest fishnet stockings I had ever seen. The seam ran perfectly up the back of her calf. Her corn silk blond hair was cropped short in a classic bob laying straight and swooping over one crystal blue eye. She spun her head around toward me exposing the cool chain mail earrings I hadn't seen before.
                  “Oh, I have something that would go perfect with that outfit.” She jaunted off into the bathroom, only to emerge a second later holding a pair of earrings.
                  “Here put these on.” She handed me a pair of the coolest skeleton earrings. They looked like a real skeleton, only silver and very tiny. They were hinged at the joints so they swung around when I moved.
                  “These are fucking bad ass, thanks.” I was smiling widely when I pushed the earring hooks through the holes in my lobes.
                  “You got it doll. You ready?” she asked as she grabbed her purse off the bed.
                  “Yes ma'am.” I grabbed my shit too and we headed out into the great unknown.
                  Tatum locked the door smoothly behind her.
                  Lucky bitch. My door doesn't lock smoothly.
                  We walked side by side down the driveway to my car, our heels clicking the pavement rhythmically.
                  The two of us got in and immediately Tatum grabbed a CD and pushed it into the player. Rolling down the windows, we simultaneously lit our cigarettes. I inhaled deeply and blew out a ring of smoke. Finally, I threw the car into drive and we were off.
                  Off into the sunset, or starry night. Whatever. 

 
     
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