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MidReal Story
Little Dresses and Big Dreams
Scenario:Once upon a time there was a girl who loves to wear baby clothes and things
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Emily Carter
young adult with a unique fashion sense,friends with Sarah and Mark,petite with curly brown hair,quirky and introspective.
Mark Thompson
Emily's confidant and coworker,friends with Emily and Sarah,athletic build with short black hair,witty and protective.
Sarah Jennings
Emily's supportive best friend,friends with Emily and Mark,tall with straight blonde hair,caring and pragmatic.
I love wearing baby clothes.
There, I said it.
I know it sounds weird, but I just can't help myself.
I've been wearing them since I was sixteen, and now at twenty-two, I still can't get enough of them.
My best friend, Sarah, thinks that it's a cry for help.
That I'm trying to relive my lost childhood or something.
She put forward the theory that since my parents were always away on business trips, I never really had a chance to be a baby, so now my subconscious is making me want to act like one.
I think that she might be onto something with that theory, but I still don't feel like I'm missing out on anything.
I just think that baby clothes are the cutest damn things that I've ever seen!
They're so... soft!
And colourful!
And adorable!
I can't get enough of them!
I sometimes wonder what people would think if they knew that the petite brunette that they see walking around in onesies and footie pajamas is actually a grown woman.
Would they think that I was crazy?
A pervert?
That I was asking for it?
Probably.But as long as I'm not hurting anyone else, then who cares?
"Hey, Sarah! Come shopping with me!"
I called out to my best friend as she walked into the apartment that we shared.
She looked at me warily as she dropped her bag onto the floor.
"Where are you going?"
I grinned widely at her.
"To the baby store! I need some new onesies. Want to come with?"
Sarah sighed heavily and ran a hand through her long blonde hair.
"Emily, you know that I don't really like going to the baby store with you. You get a little... obsessive."
I pouted at her.
"Aww, come on! It'll be fun, I promise. I just want to get a few new onesies and maybe some socks. I'll be good, I swear."
Sarah looked at me doubtfully for a moment before nodding.
"Okay, fine. But if you start crying in the middle of the store because they don't have any onesies with unicorns on them, then I'm leaving you there."
I grinned at her and jumped up from the couch.
"Yes! Let's go!"
We walked into the store, and I was immediately hit with rows and rows of tiny outfits.