"I'm not coming out!" Tatum growled back, immediately backing up away from the curtain and putting her back against the side of the changing room. "Your s-sexy voice isn't going to make me either," the redhead added quickly, though she couldn't deny the little shiver that ran through her at her girlfriend's words. She was less than impressed with being tricked into this whole ordeal, but she knew that she should have known something was up all along. Would Mack really get up this early to go to a comic book store? That should have been her first clue.

She had been pretty distracted though, between making the blonde pull over for breakfast and being able to control the music in the Rover on the way there, so much that by the time that she realized Mack was conversing with Madeline, it was too late. She was getting along much better with her step-mother now that they were all living on their own, but even as everything changed, some things simply couldn't. Tatum had been nervous about prom on the horizon, wanting to go but unsure if she'd be able to find anything she was comfortable going in. Her mother would send her something ridiculous, same as always. Prom dresses were so over the top. Even when Mack told her that it was her choice this year, one step inside of the store after she was coaxed out was enough to prove her point. Everywhere she looked was lace, and giant puffy bottoms, just the sort of thing Madeline usually approved of. Well, for her anyway. Sera had gotten away with a few cute things over the years, but then again, she dressed like such a fuddy-duddy the rest of the time, her being fashionable once or twice had to be the law of averages or something.

Seeing all of the giant cupcake looking dresses hanging from the racks around them had only served to sour her mood, especially when someone from the store came over to help them, and promptly pressured her into taking a bunch of dresses into the dressing room that she didn't even like. She had refused several, but the ones she had were still pretty ugly too. She just couldn't say no to all of them, especially when someone on commission got in her face. How many times had she bought things just to make people like that go away? It was too intense, the sell sell sell attitude, and now she was barricaded inside of the dressing room in a god-awful yellow sequined mess. She could just see the toes of her sneakers poking out under the chiffon.

"I'm over eighteen, she can't g-give you permission to use force anymore!" she warned her jokingly, fidgeting with the top of the dress. She gave it a yank up, to keep herself covered. Her boobs didn't quite fill any of these dresses out at all.

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Mackenzie sighed and rolled her eyes. There was still a small smile on her face despite her growing irritation with her girlfriend. Only Tatum could be so endearingly irritating, she was sure of it. Mackenzie was pretty sure her "sexy voice" as Tatum so un-lovingly dubbed it, could get the girl to cooperate, but she decided to take a different approach. For now. Mackenzie glanced around the dressing room to see if any of the fiends who had swooped down on them when they entered were skulking about. To her great relief, they seemed to have found another victim and were occupied. She slipped into the curtained dressing room quickly and rounded on her girlfriend.

She had to admit, she didn't blame Tatum for not wanting to show her the yellow dress. It was a mess of sequins and chiffon, not at all the younger girl's style. She chuckled to herself, if Tatum hadn't been holding it up it surely would have fallen down by now. "What have they gotten you into, Tate?" she asked, leaning forward and giving her girlfriend a reassuring peck on the cheek. "That looks like some thing your mother would pick out. Although, the color doesn't look bad on you at all."

The blonde girl eyed the rest of the dresses out of the corner of her eye, they were all along the lines of Madeline's wishes, and not at all what she figured Tatum likes. She cupped the smaller girl's cheeks and smiled down at her. "Tell you what, babe," she said trying to sooth the redhead. She peppered the girl's face with soft kisses. "I'm going to take these all back and find you something you actually like, how does that sound? You have to promise to cooperate and come show me though!"

She kissed Tatum on the lips and wrapped her arms around her. "You're so beautiful T, no matter what you wear."

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Tatum had jumped a little when Mack barged into the changing room, and she scooted against the wall more to make room for the two of them in what was especially standing space. "P-Personal space much?" Tatum half-joked, squinting her eyes a bit and looking at the blonde as if to judge whether she was teasing her or being serious. "They all l-look like things my mom would p-pick out.. she'll p-probably be pleased, won't she?" The redhead muttered, hauling the yellow monstrosity up over her chest again, and eyeing herself in the full length mirror. Mack was right, the color wasn't the issue, it was the style that was so wrong.

"I d-don't want anything that's so.. so puffy.. I don't want anyone to s-step on it or something, what if they step on it and the w-whole dress rips off of me!?" Tatum suggested, looking panic-stricken at the mere thought of such a thing. She was pretty sure that kind of a disaster only happened in movies, but her life had felt a bit like a movie lately. Prom is the middle of everything was surreal, it was a moment of plain all American rite of passage, but everything else about her life was out in left field.

She scrunched her face up into a pout against the kisses, though they eventually made her crack a smile despite herself. "Fine, but don't.. pick anything r-really stupid. Or expensive," she added as an afterthought. Mack, who never had qualms about spending money on her much to Tatum's embarrassment, had already told her that between her and Madeline paying, price was not an issue. Prom dresses didn't exactly come cheap either, even the crappy ones, but it didn't stop Tatum from trying to deter the blonde girl. Being spoiled was still something that she was adjusting to dealing with. "Six hundred d-dollars for a d-dress that I'll only wear once is ridiculous.. that's like, three ounces of weed."

Despite her verbal protests however, Tatum leaned easily into Mack's arms, tucking her head under the blonde's chin. "Thanks," she murmured shyly. "I.. don't m-make me come out of the room. I'll s-show you but you h-have to look in here. I don't want t-those women to give me anything else to t-try."

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"It's not about pleasin' your ma Tate," Mack reminded the redheaded girl. "That was the point of going dress shopping for something you wanted." She laughed at Tatum's panic-stricken face, it was so classically her girlfriend. Only she would be worried about someone stepping on her dress and ending up naked. "I promise you won't lose your dress until I want you to," she reassured the younger girl with a small wink.

"Okay, okay, nothing too expensive, I promise." Mack said, partially crossing her fingers behind her back where Tatum couldn't see. She would go and find dresses that she thought the girl would like, and if they happened to be a bit more on he expensive end, well then that was fine. As long as her redhead was happy, then Mackenzie really couldn't care. She gave the girl a kiss on the top of her head and traced her fingers down her back lightly. "I'll take all these cupcake monsters back and bring you something nice to try on, okay? As long as you keep an open mind, I'll sit in here so you don't have to go outside, deal?"

Mack let go of the smaller girl, grabbed the dresses and put on her HBIC face. Winking at her girlfriend, she exited the dressing room and zeroed in on the first sales person she saw. "Excuse me," she barked. She held up the dresses and glared at the poor woman. "I specifically asked for dresses that weren't a taffeta mess! What the hell are these? I don't want to go to prom with a cupcake!"

The sales girl looked at Mack wide eyed, opening and closing her mouth like a gold fish. "Now, here's what you're going to do," Mack growled, thrusting the mess of dresses at the woman. "I want a selection of non-poofy dresses, in a variety of colors but a majority should be canary yellow, got it?" The sales woman ran off immediately and the rest of the workers in the store looked at Mack with a mixture fright and disapproval.

"What?!" she barked at them, glaring coldly. "Don't y'all have a job to do?"

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