Her impossibly blue eyes are staring me as I stroke her wily, frizzed mane. Her lips are pink, pulled into that eternal pout.

I slip my finger under her dress and slowly the velcro tears loose. The crackling heightening the suspense.

I caress her arms as I slide the long sleeve over her impeccably manicured nails.

The skirt whispers down her silky smooth legs.

I behold her naked body, the shiny arms, her long fingers with the red nails, her perky breasts, that flat stomach with the tiniest belly button, her cute little tight ass, those long legs with the toes sur les pointes.

I pick up her new dress, the one with the blue and silver sparkles. It slides over her body, tailored to perfection. Once again that scratchy, exciting velcro sound.

I fumble with the fastener of the high heel strappy sandals.

“You look beautiful, my darling.” I whisper in her ear.

“ DAD , when are you finished dressing my Barbie?” my daughter whines in the background.

Oh well I sigh, so much beauty in so little plastic…