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Copyright 1999, 2002 by Wanda Cunningham. Lainie, Vickie, Rebel,
Bashful, and everyone else thanks for the encouragement. There is no
actual sex or transformation in this chapter, but I guess it should be
rated R for context. So, nobody under 18 should read this, or whatever
is the appropriate age in their community. This story deals with
transgenderism in children and may be uncomfortable for some readers.
Kelly Girl Chapter 12: "Permanent Dirt"
by Wanda Cunningham
Andie carried Kelly into the back of her beauty shop with the question
of ear-piercing still unsettled. Kelly laid his head on Andie's
shoulder and made a face, partly out of annoyance over Andie's
intentions and partly because the Beauty Salon smelled, not to say
reeked, of chemicals and perfumes. He carried Andie's gift doll, Robin,
under one arm and knew that he probably looked adorable.
"Somebody is pouting," teased Andie, catching a glimpse of Kelly's moue
in one of the many mirrors decorating almost every wall. The back area
had storerooms, an office, bathrooms and a private salon, all connected
by a short hall lined with hair salon posters and oddly-shaped mirrors.
"I am not," said Kelly, but he could see himself in one of the mirrors,
too. Oh great, that dumb cherry lolly Andie gave me at the optometrists
has stained my mouth and tongue, he thought. It looks like bright red
lipstick. And it does look like I'm pouting; my lower lip is as big as
Barbie's gets when she helps me pay the bills. The lip in question
trembled a bit, even. Why did Andie have to insist on carrying him,
anyway?
"Maybe Auntie's little girl needs a nap?" suggested "Auntie" playfully.
"Cut it out, Andie!" Kelly protested. "And put me down!" He kicked a
little, but Andie was having none of that, and cheerfully shifted him
to where she could give him a light swat on his round little rump.
Kelly, yelped once, more startled than stung.
"Calm down, baby doll," Andie chortled. "We're still having fun, aren't
we?" The piercings in her tongue, eyebrows, earlobes and nose flashed
colored light at him and reminded Kelly of why they had come to the
shop.
"Not if you're going to pierce my ears!" said Kelly, still a little
surprised that Andie had paddled him even lightly. He hadn't been
spanked by Barbie since he got out of diapers. He considered whacking
her one with the plastic-headed doll in retaliation but decided he
better not; she might spank him harder.
One of the other women in the shop came to see who had entered the back
door, "Oh, hi, Andrea? whose little girl is that?"
Andie grinned hugely, "Hi, Penny. This is Shkipper, Barbie's little
sister." She moved him so he rested against her hip, steadying him with
only one hand and turning so Penny could see him better.
"Aggh!" said Kelly, burying his face in Andie's shoulder.
The women laughed. "Well, she's a little cutie pie, isn't she?" Penny
leaned to one side and Kelly put a hand up to shield his face. "Peek-a-
boo!" said Penny. "Barbie Drew's sister, right? I can see the
resemblance."
"Rrrr!" muttered Kelly.
"She's shy," Penny noted.
"She's in a rotten mood," said Andie and joggled Kelly a bit, as if he
needed burping. "I'm going to give her a trim and do her nails. Is it
busy?"
Penny shook her head, "Nah, people are still on vacation, you know how
August is. I sent Melly home, she said she had relatives visiting from
Oregon."
Andie nodded and strode on into the small salon that was usually used
for tattooing, "Yeah, that's okay. Shkipper and I will be right here
for a few hours, you can call on me if it gets busy, 'Kay?"
Just then the bell up front rang and Penny hurried toward it. "Okay,
nice meeting you, Skipper!" she called.
Andie plopped Kelly down into one of the padded chairs in the small
salon and straightened his dress. "You still mad, punkin?" she asked.
Kelly was of two minds now, he didn't really want to be recognized as
himself by the ladies in the shop, but then again, he didn't want to
keep pretending to be a little girl, either. "Yeah, sort of?" he said.
He also didn't want to be mad at Andie and had trouble maintaining a
bad attitude in the face of Andie's good humor.
Andie grinned, "Well, I'm just gonna cut your hair then, okay? A little
trim so it looks nice?"
"Nice how?" he asked, a bit too suspicious to be relieved that she
seemed to have given up the piercing idea.
Andie laughed, "Little girl nice, okay? Then when you go back to being
Mr. Kelly Aloysius Drew, I'll re-cut it to a boy style. Promise." She
held up two fingers close together.
"My middle name is not Alawhosis and that's a cub scout promise, with
your fingers like that," said Kelly. He'd seen the boys at school do
that.
"Bluebirds, too," said Andie, "but you know I'll do it if I say I will,
don't you?"
"I guess so?" Kelly relaxed a little and peered around. "I wish I had
my glasses already."
"The ones with the amethyst frames? Yeah, you look so cute in those. Or
the emerald ones, they look classy." Andie got a few things out of
cabinets and drawers.
Kelly squirmed. He'd asked for plain wire rims in a boy, or at least
unisex, style but somehow Andie had ended up ordering girl frames for
him as well. "I can't wear those--girly ones next week, you know? I'm
gonna need the plain ones for when I start school."
"Shure," said Andie. "But no rush, we can keep playing our little game
a while longer." She grinned at him, "I'm having a blast."
Kelly giggled a bit nervously. "Well, I guess I'm glad someone is
enjoying it." If she wants to buy three pair of glasses, two of which I
will only use for a few days, I guess it's her money, he told himself.
She looked through the internal window toward the front of the shop.
"Cindy and Penny are here, George will be in later, you know all of
them, huh?"
Kelly nodded. "Yeah," he said in a small voice.
"You'd prefer not to get recognized?"
"Uh?" he paused. "This is a trick, isn't it? To get me to agree to
something embarrassing?"
Andie laughed. "Only if you fall for it? No, seriously, I could do
something really cute to your hair, and with makeup and some earrings,
I don't think they're gonna catch on. Just don't talk about bookkeeping
or shtuff like that."
"Huh?"
"You're a little know-it-all, honey," Andie said. "You know a lot of a
shtuff for a kid still in grammar school and you like talking. Act like
a shy little girl who doesn't say much and after I get through with
you, they might think Barbie's little sister Shkipper looks a lot like
her nephew Kelly, but they'll *know* she's someone entirely different."
Kelly closed his eyes. "You're going to pierce my ears," he said.
"Yup," she agreed.
He sighed and squirmed and muttered and pouted a bit but finally, he
grumbled, "Okay. Earrings can be taken out; but no permanent dirt!"
Andie laughed, startled. "Permanent dirt?"
"Tattoos. You know, stuff that won't come off or can't be changed back
so easy." He gestured at her own hide, decorated with flowers and
butterflies and some sort of simpering serpent.
Andie laughed harder, "Permanent dirt, that's good, kiddo. Maybe I
should change the name of the shop?"
"I think that would be a stupid name for a beauty shop," Kelly said
firmly.
Still laughing, Andie said, "Funny you should mention permanent. I was
thinking some curls and lighten your hair, maybe the same platinum
color Barbie went with?"
"Aggh!" said Kelly. "No, that's permanent stuff!"
"Oh, silly, when this is over, we can just trim it all off; give you a
real short haircut like a real boy's haircut and snip-snip, it's all
gone. Or, I could use a light hold perm now, and later wash your hair a
few times with a dark rinse to put the color back and take the curls
out."
"I don't like either idea!" said Kelly, trying to scowl.
"Come to think of it, I'll have to use a light hold perm, you've got
even finer hair than Barbie. A strong perm would just burn your hair."
She fluffed and played with his locks while she talked. "Or, would you
like to go with red hair? Since you're joining the Mann family?" she
snickered. "I almost said 'Make a Mann,' out of you," but we wouldn't
want to do that."
"No! No hair dye or perm! I didn't say okay!"
"Yes, you did, earlier," said Andie. "Now stop fussing, I'm the adult
here and you already agreed that I was in charge. I'm making you do all
this stuff, so just relax, it's all my fault and you don't have to take
any blame."
"That's..." Kelly began, intending to say that wasn't the point, but he
realized that yes, that was the point, sort of. He looked at her and
made a face but he stopped protesting. "Will the perm really wash out?"
"Yup," said Andie. "And I can either cut your hair off or dye it back
to it's natural color?"
"Well," he said. Somehow, the idea of looking more like his mother had
an appeal. An appeal he really hated to admit to, even to himself. "But
if anybody finds out, or Barbie gets upset; you kidnapped me and did
it!"
She laughed. "Shure, kiddo." She tickled him until he squealed with
laughter also.
"Stop it, Andie! I really do have to go now?"
She stopped and pointed, "Across the hall, and latch the door, people
will walk in on you here."
"I know where it is!" he protested. "Just let me go!" He ducked out of
Andie's grasped and quickly found the tiled and chromed salon bathroom.
In the Las Vegas clinic of Dr. Mann, Barbie Drew lay on the shiny
stainless steel table with a thin sterile pad underneath her. She had
just been wishing she had her sunglasses when Harold leaned over and
blocked the hellishly bright operating lights. She grinned at his white
masked face and squinched her eyes shut quickly twice.
"You doing okay?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she said. "I haven't felt anything except a sort of--
tugging?"
"Good," he said. "Just lie still a bit longer, I'm going to start
filling the implants."
Barbie smiled and lay still, not even nodding. She really wanted to
squeal in excitement but the drugs Dr. Mann had given her helped her
resist such a display of enthusiasm.
She felt an odd sensation in her chest. I'm growing boobies, she
thought. Finally.
Dr. Mann worked with precision, he had done this many times and he had
become very good at it. He still wished that he had succeeded in
talking Barbie out of taking advantage of his rash offer of free breast
enhancement surgery. And especially, he wished that he had dissuaded
her from seeking implants as large as she had chosen.
But he had stopped resisting her choice when he realized that the need
to slowly inflate large implants on some one as small as Barbie meant
he would be seeing her at least every week for the next several months.
Maybe he could still talk her into moving into his mansion.
The patented emulsified sterile oils oozed down the tubes inserted in
Barbie's navel and into the plastic sacks Harold had maneuvered under
Barbie's skin and behind her nipples. He had measured the amount
carefully, he would pump in just over 200 cc's of fluid into each bag,
which would increase Barbie's bust size to at least a C-cup. Then, in a
week or ten days, he would add another 50 or 100 cc's and do that
again, and again, until the bags had reached their optimum inflation at
880cc. Each.
By then Barbie would have F-cup breasts.
On one level, Harold felt annoyed. His personal preference for small
breasted women had never before interfered with his professional life
but he had fallen for the diminutive, child-like Barbie Drew harder
than he had ever fallen for any woman before. In only two days she had
completely won his heart. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to make her
happy.
If large breasts, "stripper tits", would make her happy, he would use
all his skill and expertise to give her the best. He didn't think there
were five other surgeons in the world who could do what he could do.
And there weren't any he would trust to work on his little darling.
Large implants on a small woman were especially challenging, and Barbie
was almost the smallest woman he had ever worked on.
She had chosen to go with the largest implants manufactured in the U.S.
in the High-Pro style required for someone with her narrow chest. So,
on another level, outside of his annoyance, Harold felt professional
pride in what he was doing. If there were five other surgeons in the
world who could do this as well as he, there were definitely none who
could do it better.
At the edge of her vision, by sort of forcing her eyes to look down
past her cheeks, Barbie caught a glimpse of her growing breasts.
Sonnuvagun, she thought, it's really happening. Maybe now I'll find out
if Harold really loves me, or just the fact that I mostly look like a
little girl.
She smiled ruefully, and if it turns out that he'd rather have seen the
last of me when this is all done, then at least I collected the boobie
prize.
"Don't giggle," Harold warned. "You're such a giggler." He grinned over
at her fondly, "This is not a good time for even a six-pack of
giggles."
Barbie settled for smirking. "Yes, sir," she agreed. "But it does sort
of tickle?"
"I've never had anyone else describe it like that," he said. "But I
suppose it might."
"It does," she said. "Just a few more minutes?"
"That's right, we're almost done. You'll be a little sore when the
local wears off and there will be some swelling," he grinned. "Tissue
swelling, like a bruise, but in a few days that will go down and you
can see what your new breasts look like. Then in a week or two, I'll
add some more fill, 50cc probably."
Something occurred to Barbie. If she kept coming to see Harold every
week or two over the next few months, she would definitely have to
clear up this confusion about Kelly's identity.
Harold watched Barbie's expression change. "A twinge?" he asked.
"Uh, no? Just thinking." And if things between her and Harold did
develop into something permanent, Kelly's little charade would have to
be revealed. I have to talk to Andie and Kelly without Harold hearing
me, she thought, find out what the heck is going on down there.
Was it possible that Kelly was pretending to be a girl because that's
what he would really prefer? Or was this some subtle strategy of her
little genius to put a crimp in this romance? He's smarter than me,
Barbie reminded herself, and he may be feeling jealous.
Richard smiled and Sarah Willoughby glowed. I think he likes me, she
thought. They sat in one of the back booths of the Mexican fast-food
place and talked about school.
"It's not that different, is it? I mean, ninth grade? We're still going
to the same school." Grades seven to twelve were all at the same
physical plant in Corona del Mar, though the two lowest grades had only
one elective class during the day.
"Well," said Sarah, "we don't stay all in a group, a class, for most of
the day like last year?"
"I guess," said Richard. He looked thoughtful.
He's so cute, Sarah told herself, don't act so much like a little kid
around him.
"My dad may be getting married again," Richard said. "And I may be
getting a new aunt." He grinned.
Kids acquiring new parents happened so frequently in Newport Beach that
Sarah didn't consider it remarkable; it could be bad or it could be
good so she simply asked, "Have you met her? Is she nice?"
Richard laughed. "Yeah, I've met her a couple of times, her name is
Barbie and she's teeny-tiny, even littler than you." He tapped Sarah
lightly on the nose with a forefinger and she giggled. "And she's got a
twelve-year-old sister that might come along as part of the package?"
"Huh?"
"She might move in, too; she's really cute. Kelly is her name." Richard
looked away, glancing toward Fashion Island Mall. "My Aunt Andie took
her shopping." He remembered something, and frowned. "Pete and I were
horsing around and broke her glasses. We almost got in real trouble
over that."
Sarah frowned. "Horsing around with a twelve-year-old? You and Pete?
It's lucky you only broke her glasses!"
They both laughed a little.
"I hope she's not mad at me," said Richard.
"Who? Your aunt?"
"No. Well, her, too. But I meant Kelly, I don't want Kelly mad at me."
Sarah sipped at her soda and tried to swallow. She didn't like the note
she heard in Richard's voice when he spoke of this Kelly girl. "This
Aunt Andie? She's the one with all the tattoos? Right?"
Richard grinned. "Yeah, she has a few and some holes poked in her hide,
too."
Sarah grimaced and shivered. "I think that's gross!"
Richard laughed then shrugged. "She's my aunt," he said.
Kelly watched in one of the ubiquitous mirrors as Andie worked on his
hair, separating locks of the superfine dark blonde strands and
thoroughly soaking them in a solution she had mixed up. "That stuff
smells," he complained.
"Not too bad, though? This is the hair-dye, the perm will smell even
worse." Andie laughed. They were still in the small private salon that
had only one of the hydraulic styling chairs and one of the special
sinks with the cut out for holding someone's neck.
"Ick," Kelly commented. "I still think this is stupid." He kicked one
foot idly against one of the supports of the chair.
"Well, maybe it is," agreed Andie, "but we're having fun, aren't we?"
"Maybe you are. I keep wondering what some of the kids at school would
say if they saw me getting my hair dyed." It did worry him a bit; he
was the smallest kid in sixth grade at his school last year and had
gotten more than his share of bullying. "They hate me, anyway," he
said, "so it doesn't make that much difference, I guess." His voice
went flat as he spoke.
"Hey, don't get all depressed on me," said Andie. "I'm a pro and you're
out of your league, kiddo."
"Huh?"
"Depression," said Andie. "You know what I do when I get depressed? I
get a new tattoo, or a new piercing."
Kelly laughed. "You must get depressed a lot."
"Uh-huh, but it's better than getting drunk and driving off the pier.
Almost finished here." She smiled at him in the mirror. "We'll pierce
your ears last, don't want to get chemicals on the holes or studs.
While the hair-dye sets, we'll do your nails."
"Agh," Kelly grumbled. "I'm trying to remember how you talked me into
this."
"Well, first, I kidnapped you and then I submitted you to tickle-
torture--and I agreed to take all the blame."
"Oh, yeah, it's all your fault!" Kelly squeezed his eyes shut and
stifled more giggles.
"Hey, Porkie," said a deep masculine voice, "who's the tinkerbelle?"
Opening his eyes, Kelly saw an muscular, tanned man who made even the
Mann brothers look ordinary-sized. Holy crud, thought Kelly, he must be
seven-foot-tall! A yellow t-shirt with a full-color drawing of a muscle
man holding a girl on his shoulders strained to cover the wide chest. A
red and black tiger tattoo decorated the giant's left arm an a green
and red and black dragon covered his right arm. He had black, wavy hair
with a dyed in blonde streak and his grin showed a gold tooth. His
pants were black leather jeans decorated with painted-on, tattoo-like
drawings of a snake and a demon.
"Tony!" exclaimed Andie. "I didn't know you were out of jail!" She
turned toward him and wiggled her dye-stained gloves at him.
"Hah, hah!" Tony snorted. His golden-brown eyes were framed by the
longest, blackest eyelashes Kelly had ever seen. He had stubble on his
chin and upper lip but his cheeks were smooth. His mouth smiled easily
and he grinned down at Kelly as he strode close enough to rest one huge
hand on Andie's behind. "We finished the jail yesterday, so I biked up
to see you, Porkchop."
Porkie? Tinkerbelle? Porkchop? Kelly didn't like the choice of
nicknames and felt a little afraid of Tony; he pulled his arms and legs
back under the oversize tunic Andie had put around him and huddled as
small as he could on the seat of the chair.
The giant kept grinning, "Hey, chiquita, I don't bite. So, who is this,
Andie."
"Like fun, you don't bite," said Andie as she stripped off the gloves
and winked at Kelly. "Thish is our kid. You don't recognize her?"
"Oh, you gonna get it later, lady," said Tony, pulling Andie toward him
with one arm around her waist and a hand behind her neck. While Kelly
watched, fascinated, Andie and Tony exchanged hungry lover's kisses.
This was an aspect of Andie's life and personality he had never
witnessed, though he had heard her talk about boyfriends before.
"I missed you," Tony said when they had separated an inch or so. "It's
fucking hot down in that desert, 'mind me not to take no jobs in
fucking Imperial County in August no more." The southeastern-most
California county had the same kind of legendary climate as the better
known Death Valley only hotter.
Andie snorted, "Like you will listen to me, you shtupid pendejo
cabron." She rubbed breasts and hips against him in a way that made
Kelly want to pull the tunic over his head rather than watch.
"Ay, cuidado, the kid sees us. Who is she really?" Tony stroked her
back and Andie made a noise like a purr. "You wearing that corset
still, Porkie," Tony noted. "Good girl."
"Ah," said Andie. "Um, this is Shkipper Drew, my future sister-in-law,
Shkipper this is Tony the Tiger, Antonio Almontes. My significant
other, as they call it these days." She snickered.
"Why does he call you Porkie?" asked Kelly.
"Because she's fat," said Tony, grinning, then wincing as Andie stepped
on his foot.
"Well, originally it was short for 'Porcupine' because of," Andie
tweaked a couple of her piercings, "but then he found out I own eight
corsets." She stuck out her tongue at Tony.
He grinned. "Anyone owns that many corsets must think she's fat."
"You like me to wear them," she pointed out. "You told me to have one
on when you got back, so I've worn one everyday for a week."
"Not the same one?" the giant asked, wrinkling his nose theatrically.
Kelly giggled and Tony winked at him. Andie slapped Tony lightly on the
arm. "Much as I would like to dally with you, mister," she said, "I
promised the chicklet a complete makeover. So you will just have to
wait."
Kelly rolled his eyes. Tony laughed, "Okay, I'll get out, I'm staying
at my brother's in Sant'Ana, gimme a call, Porkie, and we'll schedule a
complete 'makeout' for you."
Andie reached over and pulled the tunic up to Kelly's eyes, "You're not
old enough to watch this," she explained.
But Kelly could see through the fabric as Andie and Tony did some of
the sort of kissing he had heard his mother call "standup fucking in
your clothes". He didn't know whether to laugh out loud or just close
his eyes.
"I hear giggling," Andie finally said. "Tony, you better go. I'll call
tonight but I'm babysitting all weekend." She pushed herself away from
her lover.
"Crap," said Tony. "Hey, no offense, Kipper, but you shoulda been a
boy, so she doesn't spend so much time on you."
"I am a boy," said Kelly from under the tunic.
Andie and Tony laughed.
Barbie, wearing just her panties, slipped off the stainless steel table
and stepped toward the full length mirror, an object not usually found
in surgeries. She felt the pressure in her chest, she saw the swelling
of her breasts. "They don't look that much bigger?" she murmured.
"They're about a full C-cup now," said Harold. "A little flatter than
they would be if I had used a smaller implant bag." He watched her
face, not her chest.
She reached up to touch them, cup them in her hands, feel that for the
first time in her life, her hands were not large enough to hold her
breasts. She turned slowly to get a view of her profile, "Wow, yeah, I
guess they are?" She smiled at him. "I thought it would hurt?"
"It will hurt some," he warned. "You're still a bit numb from the
local." She's still lovely, he thought. She was a nymph before, like an
innocent girl. Now she looks more womanly, a miniature Venus. He felt
an odd mix of pride in his own skill, disappointment that she had
chosen to do this after he had expressed his preference for her figure
as it had been, and a bit of surprise that he still felt just as
aroused at the sight of her naked as he had the first time.
"Didn't you say," she said with a sly look, "that implants need
frequent massaging?"
He laughed out loud and she giggled. "Wait till the numbness wears off,
and they will be too tender probably for another day or so? But I'll be
happy to show you how it's supposed to be done." He stepped closer and
lifted her chin with a finger then bent to give her a kiss on the lips.
She kissed back, thinking, maybe he really does love me. Maybe this
will work? I wonder how Kelly will react if I decide to move in with
Harold while we decide if being together is a good idea.
After Tony left Kelly complained, "He didn't believe me when I said I
was a boy. No one believes me, and he couldn't even see what I'm
wearing." He turned his face away from the mirror, not wanting to see
if he was pouting. The pale mauve tunic still covered most of his
little girl finery.
"He could shee your shoes," said Andie, nodding at the . "Besides, if
you were a boy, why would you let me do a makeover on you?" She held
Kelly's hand up and showed him the baby-pink polish she had covered his
nails with.
"Heck if I know," said Kelly, staring at his fingers.
"Wave your hands around, kiddo, they'll dry faster, but don't hit
anything and mess it up."
"'Kay," said Kelly, waving his hands as directed.
"Time to rinse the dye out," said Andie, "then I'll put it up in curls
and do your toes while that shets."
Kelly made a face, still wondering how he had ever agreed to this.
Andie watched him with interest. "You know, hon, mosht boys your age
would rather eat a dog turd than let someone do to them, what I've done
to you?"
Kelly shook his head, "Well?"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked.
"Uh. Honestly?"
"Yeah, 'course?"
"Kinda?" Kelly admitted. "It's sort of like Halloween?"
Andie laughed. "No, it isn't. But I think I undershtand. And I think
you like it more than you're willing to admit?" She pushed the chair
closer to the sink where Kelly could lean back and make it easy to
rinse out the dye.
"Maybe," said Kelly. "But everything goes back to normal on Monday.
Promise?"
"I'll leave it up to you," she said, starting the water and making sure
it wasn't too cold. "But we've got tomorrow--wanna go to Disneyland?"
"Dressed as a girl?" Kelly almost yelped. "I don't think so?"
"You haven't been all summer, kiddo, I know," Andie said. She ran the
water over his hair, using her gloved hands to make sure all of the dye
washed out.
Kelly raised his voice so she could hear him over the water, "How come
you call that dye? Isn't it just bleach to make hair lighter?"
Andie shook her head, "No, it's got bleach in it but it's a timed
reaction. The bleach makes your hair lighter, so light it would not
look natural, then we dye it back to the color we want."
"Oh." Kelly relaxed, a little relieved that the smelly dye stuff was
being washed out and rather enjoying being the center of Andie's
attentions. "If we go to Disneyland, tomorrow, can I wear pants?"
Andie laughed. "Shlacks? How about some shorts?" The water began to run
clear but she kept rinsing to make sure. "It's gonna be hot, you know?"
"Mmm," said Kelly. "Barbie's gonna be annoyed if she doesn't get to go
with us."
"Buzzy will take her, he'll like that." She turned off the water and
began gently soaking up water from Kelly's hair by patting it with
large fluffy towels. "But I bet she's got her own private amusement
park, right now."
Kelly frowned, not liking to think of what his mother and Harold Mann
might be doing. "Is anybody ever gonna tell him I'm a boy?"
Andie pulled the chair around and lifted the back so Kelly could sit up
again. She pulled a table over and began preparing to put the newly
dyed hair into curlers. "Shooner or later," she said.
"Soon," said Kelly, fervently.
"Don't worry, shugar," said Andie. "Buzzy has had lots of experience
with boys who want to be girls, he'll understand."
"I don't want to be a girl," protested Kelly. "You're turning me into
one." He glared at her and his own reflection in the mirror.
"Am I?" asked Andie. "Or am I jusht showing you your true shelf?"
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