Stripper!

Usually, in the morning the cafe was half empty. This time, there were no extra visitors either. But near two trunks pushed together, a flock of girls from the church settled down.

Surprisingly, everyone sat in silence, seemingly deeply shocked by something.

It took Alice about ten seconds to understand what was going on: coming closer and waiting for her eyes to adapt to the twilight of the cafe after a sunny day, she also fell into a stupor:

surrounded by church ladies, but with a “sanitary space” clearly maintained between them and her, sat the most amazing, vulgar and scandalous woman Alice had ever seen!

Alice realized that it was Barbie more by context and by process of exclusion than by recognizing her. The changes were so colossal that even realizing with her consciousness that this was her ex-friend, Alice could not find a single familiar feature in her!

Her hair, once the same color as Alice herself, has turned into a shock of platinum, almost white, bleached strands. Apparently, she dyed her hair in, to put it mildly, not the most expensive salons. She did her makeup in the same establishment where she got her makeup done: it was so catchy, sexy and at the same time - it looked cheap.

Lips... These two “dumplings” made a particularly difficult impression on Alice... Until she looked lower and saw...

Their!

Tits.

Not breasts. Not boobs. Not anything else.

TITS!

With a hint of madness, Alice thought that their neighbors usually chose pumpkins that were about this size for Halloween.

Her tits were barely covered by a leopard print bodysuit. Moreover, judging by the nipples that almost pierced this very bodysuit, there was, of course, no talk of any bra.

A short leather jacket was thrown over the shoulders, rather because of the image than because of the weather, and the look was complemented by natural over-the-knee boots with high heels.

It took Alice about a minute to “pick her jaw up off the floor,” after which she walked stiffly to the table.

It should be noted that the shocked silence and disapproving glances of her former friends did not seem to bother the new Barbie at all. Either it was a matter of habit, or she simply didn’t care anymore.

In any case, the story seemed to be interesting for everyone...