BtVS Triple Drabble: Clothes Shopping
Title: Clothes Shopping
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Joyce.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set early Season Two.
Summary: Buffy and her mom are clothes shopping.
Written For: Challenge 411: Amnesty 68 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 223: Butt.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Clothes shopping was supposed to be fun, especially when the whole expedition was being sponsored by her mom, meaning Buffy didn’t have to dip into her hard-earned allowance for anything. Trouble was, her mom was her mom, and therefore couldn’t be trusted to be honest in the ways Buffy, as a blossoming teenaged girl, needed. Plus, her mom had mom tastes in clothes, which meant anything she approved of was so unfashionable it hurt Buffy to even try on anything her mom liked.
“Does this make my butt look big?” Buffy frowned over her shoulder at her reflection; she wasn’t stick-thin like the models in the magazines, and didn’t really want to be because being the Slayer involved a lot of physical activity, but she couldn’t help being self-conscious about her butt. It was good for sitting, but she though it stuck out too far, or maybe she was too wide across the hips. Whatever; if there was one part of her body she wished she could change, it was her butt.
“It looks fine, Buffy, and the color suits you. It’s a bit on the short side though.”
“It’s a fashionable length, mom, and there are plenty of shorter skirts on display.”
“I noticed. It’s the display factor that bothers me.”
“Mom, it’s the nineties, not the fifties. Girls wear shorter skirts these days.” Buffy sighed, taking off the skirt and reaching for another to try.
“If you’re going to be wearing something for school, I just think it should cover a bit more,” her mom said in typical mom fashion.
“You’d rather I wear skirts that reach to my ankles,” Buffy grumbled.
“No, but I think just above the knee is quite short enough.”
“Mom!” Buffy threw a wounded look at her mother. “I’d be the laughingstock of the whole school! It would destroy my non-existent social life; I might as well wear a tent.”
Her mom gave her one of those annoyingly tolerant smiles. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit overdramatic?”
“I’m a teenager. Deal with it. At least a tent would disguise my gigantic butt.”
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Joyce.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set early Season Two.
Summary: Buffy and her mom are clothes shopping.
Written For: Challenge 411: Amnesty 68 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 223: Butt.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Clothes shopping was supposed to be fun, especially when the whole expedition was being sponsored by her mom, meaning Buffy didn’t have to dip into her hard-earned allowance for anything. Trouble was, her mom was her mom, and therefore couldn’t be trusted to be honest in the ways Buffy, as a blossoming teenaged girl, needed. Plus, her mom had mom tastes in clothes, which meant anything she approved of was so unfashionable it hurt Buffy to even try on anything her mom liked.
“Does this make my butt look big?” Buffy frowned over her shoulder at her reflection; she wasn’t stick-thin like the models in the magazines, and didn’t really want to be because being the Slayer involved a lot of physical activity, but she couldn’t help being self-conscious about her butt. It was good for sitting, but she though it stuck out too far, or maybe she was too wide across the hips. Whatever; if there was one part of her body she wished she could change, it was her butt.
“It looks fine, Buffy, and the color suits you. It’s a bit on the short side though.”
“It’s a fashionable length, mom, and there are plenty of shorter skirts on display.”
“I noticed. It’s the display factor that bothers me.”
“Mom, it’s the nineties, not the fifties. Girls wear shorter skirts these days.” Buffy sighed, taking off the skirt and reaching for another to try.
“If you’re going to be wearing something for school, I just think it should cover a bit more,” her mom said in typical mom fashion.
“You’d rather I wear skirts that reach to my ankles,” Buffy grumbled.
“No, but I think just above the knee is quite short enough.”
“Mom!” Buffy threw a wounded look at her mother. “I’d be the laughingstock of the whole school! It would destroy my non-existent social life; I might as well wear a tent.”
Her mom gave her one of those annoyingly tolerant smiles. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit overdramatic?”
“I’m a teenager. Deal with it. At least a tent would disguise my gigantic butt.”
The End