The uniform was a bone of contention all the way home. Cassia adamantly insisted that she was not wearing anything so silly, while her mother was just as adamant that the she should wear it without complaining; the assertion that she would "look so cute in it" did nothing to help matters.
Finally, Cassia had had enough. "All right, all right, I'll tell you what," she said. "We're home now, where no one will see me. I'll put on the blasted thing. Then you can see how ridiculous it'll look. And in that case, will you still force me to wear the wretched thing?"
Mint considered this for a moment. "Yes, do try it on. I want to see how you will look in it... but first, show me your animal form. I would like to see the full effect, after all."
Cassia gave her a funny look, but said, "Okay...." It felt very strange indeed to be undergoing a semi-magical transformation as a performance for one of her parents. The fact that this parent had been doing the same thing in her own youth only made it weirder.... But change she did, in that odd pocket dimension of light, music, and that unusual lingering scent of sweetened spice. At the end she stood, a little awkwardly, as her mother paced in a circle around her, studying. "Very similar," she mused. "Your outfit has a mood much like to my own. The dress was strapless, and didn't have an underskirt, but the overall structure is a lot alike.... Your gloves are longer and boots taller, as well. Otherwise, it is uncannily similar. I guess you do follow in my footsteps in one area." She looked rather pleased about this idea. "Now, if you wouldn't mind trying on that uniform, now?..."
"I just knew you wouldn't forget about that," Cassia grumbled. She snatched the offending dress up and stalked to her room, muttering to herself the whole time she put it on. "Skirt too floofy, this dumb petticoat itches, if I move faster than a walk everyone'll see from here till tomorrow- heck, there's not even a hole for this stupid tail! I'll flash everyone if I just bend a bit! And this stupid frilly hat'll keep falling off, and what use is an apron this little, anyway?..." And so on did the complaints continue, until she got back to her mother's room. "Right. This outfit should be used as an example in the dictionary, right next to the definition of 'ridiculous.' Satisfied? Can I take it off now?"
Mint clapped her hands, expression of pure delight. "Ridiculous? My dear, you look adorable! Why, you bring to mind how we looked back in our own day.... And we were quite popular, I'll have you know. That outfit suits you so well.... And you know, now I see benefit to all those athletic things you do. The skirt is short, and you're in very good shape, and can really carry it off...."
Cassia looked at her mother, aghast. "What are you
saying? This- adorable? Me? No
way! You- you're just saying that because you want me to wear the blasted thing! I should've known better- of course you'd be biased-"
"Settle down right now, young lady. Of course I'm not biased." Cassia snorted, but Mint soldiered on. "You know that I believe that to be ladylike is to always dress in a becoming and stylish fashion. If I truly thought this dress looked absurd on you, I would look for an alternative outfit for you. But it does suit you, whether you like it or not. Just wait until some boys come into the cafe- you'll see."
Cassia shuddered. "Boys from my school gawking at my legs. Just what I need.... Yup, all respect completely and utterly is going to go out the window."
Her mother was looking rather peeved. "All right, then, I'll get some more opinions, if you like. Allow me to make a phone call or two." She punched a number into her cell phone. "Hello? Zoey? Yes, it's me. Can you come over here for a moment, please? It's Cassia. She's experiencing uncertainty over whether or not the uniform for her new job suits her, and I'm having a hard time convincing her that it's becoming.... Some more opinions would help. Could you come and let her know what you think? Please contact at least some the others and bring them along. I do believe she needs extra convincing, after all...." After a few moments of pleasantries, she hung up. "There. Now hopefully you will have a variety of people assuring you that this is best course for you. Are you satisifed
now?"
Cassia was standing in a half-hunkered posture, compulsively holding her skirt down in a futile attempt to make it longer. "Turning me into a fashion dummy on parade for a bunch of people who'll only back you up on all this? Yeah, Mom. Real satisfied, sure...." Her disgruntled expression said otherwise.
OOC: Okay, this means that anyone who wants to can turn up and offer an opinion on the dress in question. (It's red, by the way, unless the GM decrees otherwise.) Feel free to have fun in your responses to the thing.

And I'd really like at least one or two replies, so anyone who wants to, go right ahead.... And I imagine it probably does look pretty cute, even if she'll never admit it. :L)