Last Trip down Memrie Lane

Chapter 1
Chapter 1

1

Harley was giggling. It had taken so long to get to her but she finally had it. And it felt as adorable as it looked.

She had been standing in her bedroom in front of her full-length mirror for what seemed like hours, examining the dress wrapped daintily around her body. She had ordered the dress online and she was worried that it wouldn’t arrive on time, but luckily it had shown up at her door a mere two days before Halloween. And now she was standing there giggling to herself on Halloween night, relishing the cuteness beaming back at her from the mirror.

She and her friends Laura and Tania were going to get in a quick round of trick-or-treating before heading over to a party at Kevin Davis’s house on Yorner Street. Sure, trick-or-treating was a little childish for three twenty year olds, but their costumes were childish-looking anyway. And they were all slight in stature, so with enough playing they could pass for fifteen year olds with any luck.

Laura was going to wear a Little Red Riding Hood costume to match her red hair. She had fallen in love with the costume after noticing how much cleavage it revealed, and Laura was very proud of the size of her breasts. Tania, a girl with golden yellow hair (which was actually brown but was so often dyed that people couldn’t remember how it looked naturally), was to don a sexy kitty costume. She had planned to wear a short black skirt to match her leotard and tail, and her favorite pair of panties underneath, which was all black except for a white cat embroidered near the crotch.

Harley, however, wanted to forgo the super-sexy costume route that was so common amongst girls today, and opted for something cute instead. She had always wanted to know what it felt like to wear a gothic Lolita dress, and now she knew. She stood here in her room admiring herself. It was awful babyish, but with the bonnet, the parasol, the tight whit stockings, the frilly rhumba panties and petticoat, and the doll-like make-up complete with fake freckles, it was hard to feel anything but pride in her level of adorableness.

“Knock, knock!” called a voice from outside her door. It was her mother. “Your friends are here, Harley.”

Harley pulled her gaze away from the mirror and grabbed her purse from her bed. With a glance at her bedside clock, blinking a digital 8:45pm, she noticed that her friends were a half hour late. “I’m coming!” she called through the door. She had a sweet voice and she rarely shouted, leaving it as untainted and full as it could be. After one slightly more narcissistic glance at the mirror, she swung open the door of her room and clicked the light off.

Laura and Tania were waiting in the living room by the time Harley reached the bottom of the steps. They both looked surprised and grins split their perfectly dolled-up faces. “Wow,” said Tania with a giggle. “That is adorable!”

“How much did that cost you?” said Laura slowly, clearly saddened that any attention in the room was being drawn away from her cleavage and onto something not nearly as revealing.

Harley shrugged off a real response. “Not a lot,” she said simply, “just as much as yours I suppose. And besides I like it.”

Laura smiled, “Well you look fabulous, babydoll”.

Harley curtsied, making her mother, who was in the doorway between the living room and kitchen and watching them, laugh with motherly pompousness. “I bet that’s the only time I’ll see you do that in my life.”

“Well then I bet you’re sad your camera is broken,” said Harley with a smile.

“I am. Well, you girls have fun and don’t get into too much trouble. And call me later tonight and tell me if you’ll be coming home. If not, be safe and don’t do anything stupid.” And as she turned into the kitchen to don a witch’s hat and grab the candy bowl for trick-or-treaters, The three young girls grabbed their things and left, walking out the front door into the cool Autumn night.