Jen reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of loose red hair ribbons, “I found these in the basement too,” Jen explained.
“My ribbons,” Denise said as she took the hair ties from Jen and looked at them like an old friend, “I used to wear these to every picture day, every family gets together, every birthday party, and sometimes just to feel pretty,” the teen reminisced before turning to Kelly. The way Denise was looking at Kelly made the toddler size girl back away a little as it reminded her of the look her younger sister wore whenever they went to the toy store. “Come here, Sweetie,” Denise called.
Kelly continued to back away as though she had a chance of escaping her friends. “Now,” Jen teased, “you’re not going to be difficult, are you? Are we going to have to spank your cute little diapered butt?”
Before Kelly could react, Denise pulled her into a protective hug, “don’t you dare,” Denise told Jen.
“I was just kidding,” Jen responded, a little surprised by her friend’s reaction.
Denise took one of the ribbons in her hand along with the right side of Kelly’s hair, “I hope so.”
Kelly struggled as Denise yanked some of the teen’s hair closer to her, “ow, you’re pulling my hair.”
“Well,” Denise shot back, “if you stopped squirming, it wouldn’t hurt so much.”
Despite the tot-sized girl's attempts, Kelly’s hair was soon in pigtails with the matching red ribbons on either side of her head, “why me?” Kelly groaned.
“Oh hush,” Denise lightly scolded as she admired her work, “if you were any smaller, we could sell you as a dolly, you little cutie.”
“You’re not going to pinch my cheeks, are you?” Kelly asked.
“Don’t tempt me,” Denise warned.
“You do look adorable, Kelly,” Jen complimented, “just be glad that we’ll be the only ones to see you like this.”
“Whatever,” Kelly responded.
“Now, now,” Denise wagged her fingers, “grumpy little girls get a visit from the tickle monster.” With that, Denise began to tickle her shrunken friend relentlessly.
“Denise,” Kelly stammered between laughing, “stop right now!” With a mischievous giggle, Denise finally let Kelly breathe. “What’s wrong with you?” Kelly demanded, “I almost wet myself.”
“Well,” Jen smiled, “you are wearing a diaper.”
“Very funny,” Kelly responded.
“Now stop it, you two,” Denise told her friends, “let’s go…