Tiffany stood in front of her father, her tall frame towering slightly over him. She twirled a lock of platinum blonde hair around her finger, pouting her oversized lips.

“Daddy,” she began sweetly, her voice almost a whisper,

“I was thinking… there's this new surgery that would make my waist even smaller. It’s going to make me look so perfect, like a real Barbie! Can I please get it? It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Her big, doe-like eyes blinked expectantly.