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now THE head stylist

for the teen department

here at Stella’s.

Robbie does a little twirl

and gives a small bow:

That’s me! Your slightly chaotic

always charmingfairy godparent

stylist by day

drag queen by night

and I’m very fucking good

at creating a lewk!

We’re not supposed to curse,

Hollis, who for some reason

is still hovering, hisses at Robbie.

Hollis, dear. Don’t be a terror.

It’s not becoming of you,

Robbie says

leading me and Lyric

to a small but semiprivate sitting area

with a single dressing room

and wall-to-wall mirrors.

Don’t you have some panties

to fold in the granny panty department?

Please, go, do something. Anything else

than harass our customers.

I snort, because

Hollis’s face

has turned beet red

as she spins around on her kitten heel

andfinallystomps away.