My father’s aunt made a living sewing Barbie clothes. When my parents took us to visit her daughter Kelly and I used to spend hours role-playing with her Barbie dolls. She had several, including Tutti, Skipper, and two different Ken’s. When we played it was like living in Cher’s closet. Her mom made coats and skirts, glamorous gowns, scarves and dresses, bras, panties, slacks and fur hats. She even made black patent leather looking knee-high boots. Anything her mom couldn’t make she bought for Kelly, so there was also a several pair of teeny different colored high heels, sunglasses and jewelry. Her dad made her a Barbie house complete with miniature closets. Kelly carefully hung all her dolls clothes on itty bitty plastic hangers that matched the high heels.
Even though I was just about to start the fourth grade at home I was still playing house with my baby dolls. I didn’t have a Barbie of my own so she shared with me. My dad and her mom made a big TaDo because Kelly and I looked so much like each other and their side of the family with our chestnut hair, olive complexion and dark brown eyes. Kelly liked to play with Francine because her hair was the same color as coffee beans like hers. Most times I picked Malibu Barbie. I thought her suntan was sexy and I sensed that Ken really liked her long blonde Christa Helm hair.
We both wanted the Ken with brown felt hair. It brought to mind my grandmothers Christmas tree sprayed with flock when I touched it. Because the Barbie’s belonged to her, she always got to choose first which meant I got stuck dating the Ken with the molded blond coif.
Feeling rich and pretty we spent hours dressing and redressing, the four of us crowding into Barbie’s school bus yellow camper van and racing off to have a picnic next to our make shift lake. Using spoons from the kitchen as shovels, we dug a large serving platter sized hole in the backyard and filled it with water. Spread out a tiny blanket Kelly’s mom whipped up on her sewing machine while we waited. Spent the afternoon picnicking and basking in the sun.
Upset that Barbie was stuck with a guy she didn’t want I pretended that Francine’s boyfriend wanted to be mine. When Kelly went into the house to go to the bathroom Barbie was mean to Francine. Called her an ugly bitch. Let her fuzzy haired Ken kiss my beautiful blonde Barbie.
Jealous of all the things Kelly had, including her mom, I told myself that she was spoiled, then stole whatever I could from her. Stuffed my pockets full with tiny clothes and shoes. I even smuggled one of the Barbie’s she didn’t play with and the yellow knob head Ken out to my parent’s car. Figured once I got away she’d never catch me. They lived a hundred miles from our house and never came to visit.
At home I couldn’t play Barbie’s inside the house. Afraid someone would find out about my stealing Kelly’s dolls and the clothes her mother had sewn for them, I tucked them in the waist of my pants and snuck them outside. Played in a pretty spot by the stream behind our house.
At first they loved each other but then things started to change. Ken stopped trusting Barbie, started accusing her of cheating on him. Even though she insisted she wasn’t, he didn’t believe her. Instead of lying next to her, kissing her softly, telling her he loved her with all his heart, he started to kiss her real hard. He slapped her. Threatened to kill her if he ever caught her with another Ken. Even though she begged him to calm down he kept getting madder and stronger. Ken liked the way he felt when he was in control of Barbie. Made her sit perfectly still on a rock next to the stream, warning her not to move a muscle or he would drown her skinny fucking ass. She begged him to let her leave but he refused. Barbie tried to run away but Ken chased her down, dragged her back by her ratty blonde hair. Beat her for leaving him, then raped her.
Barbie began to look disheveled. Her pretty clothes dirty and torn from Ken shoving her around. All her shoes lost her feet were bare and dirty. You’re a stinky whore he screamed in her face, then threw her into the ditch. Even though she begged him to pull her out he didn’t save her until she’d floated down stream and through the culvert. Yanking her from the water by her wet stringy hair Ken called Barbie an ugly bitch then threw her into the dirt. Lying on her back he shoved and twisted her head into a rock until her nose was scraped right off her smashed up face. Hating the way she looked when he got done with her, he pulled her head off and hucked it into the stream. Stood and watched as her blonde hair floated away.