As I watch a now gigantic Jessi come in to the room from the 3rd floor of the doll house in my pink Barbie cheerleading outfit, I couldn't help but laugh. The little man walked up to Jessi to shake her hand, much like he did with everyone else, but since Jessi is only 4'10", she didn't seem nearly as tall compared to the little man, named "Mr. Peter" according to Janine, the assistant, as I did, or even some of the 5'3" girls who were in here. Obviously, Jessi was several inches taller than Peter, but I didn't seem that way as she's so tiny… or short, as I'm the tiny one now.
She has always been fascinated with people shorter than her and always asks why they are so minuscule.
Seeing her ask Peter why he is so short and his reply that "he has a condition where growth hormones never developed blah bah bah" and her buying his response made me face palm, but I still couldn't help but laugh at how cute and silly she is.
Once they decided to get started, Jessi stood in front of the doll house I was in, but unfortunately faced the other way. I moved down to the second floor for a better view and couldn't help but notice how bizarre this doll house was. It was pink inside and out just like any normal Barbie doll house, but it wasn't like any of the ones I had as a little girl or like the ones I see on TV. It almost seemed like a normal house.
From the second floor window, I was level with the back of her knees. I knew I had to somehow get her attention somehow as they were quickly progressing in the "interview". They were asking Jessi her hobbies and all (how they determine the outfits they give you). She said almost the same thing as I; loves country music , cheerleader, love the beach (that's the bikini, whereas mine was volleyball). Since I guess they got a "cheerleader Barbie" they probably didn't want another so they asked for another idea for a third outfit.
As Jessi was thinking, I began scouring the house for things I can throw at her. I found a closet in one of the rooms filled with rubber Barbie shoes. I took as many as I could and ran back to the window where Jessi was just saying a common nickname for her was "princess". This is because she can be a really annoying little brat when things don't go her way, and since she usually does get things her way, we say she is a princess because she is so demanding. It really has more of a negative connotation than a positive one. When that was said, Janine went and got her a Barbie princess dress. She started changing into her outfits, I tried throwing the shoes out the window at her. None got even close. Luckily she was so big that no one saw the shoes lying on the floor. I threw two pairs at her before giving up. I didn't want to yell her name in case of someone else hearing, or her asking if she hears anyone calling her name, and I also didn't want to go outside because I don't know if they would see me or hear or me.
After really thinking about the situation, I'm glad I wasn't able to get her attention because they might shrink her if she realizes that I'm shrunken and threaten to call the cops. All I could do now what watch my giantess friend possibly fall victim to same trap as I did.
After she put on the dress, Peter came up really close to her, about three inches aways from her.
Jessi, in the pink Barbie princess dress, looked down at Peter, not knowing that it is really a tiny man, smiling and asked "so? Do you think I could be Barbie?"
"Well Jessi," the man in little girl's clothes who was towered by my 4'10" friend began, "you're definitely pretty…"
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