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From Fraternity Brother to Sorority Sister By Jena Corso Chapter 11 Jeanine held one arm and Mary the other as they led Carla outside and into the car. Carl knew his shoes were high and his skirt was short, but had no idea where they were going. He felt blind with the dark contacts in as they pulled over after driving for over an hour. They helped him out of the car and walked into a building where immediately Carl heard loud music blasting. "So are you ready to really try to date Troy, or are you still apprehensive?" said Saphire as they sat down. "Please, no I'm not," said Carl. "I was drunk and confused. I don't want to go out with him tonight. Please." "Take them out now Mona!" said Saphire, as Mona removed his contacts. "Hey! I've been here before," said Carl, as he looked up and watched the girls dancing on the stage. "We came here with the fraternity. I've seen this place." "Not like this, you haven't," said Mona, laughing as the girls got up and left the table. Carl looked around, seeing the girls dancing on the bar and immediately got nervous. He realized he was now sitting at a table with only Saphire until two large bouncers joined them and sat down. "Hi fellas!" said Saphire, as she hugged and kissed both of them. "This is the new girl. Don't be rude dear. Say hello to the nice gentlemen, Carla". "Hi," said Carla, as he was nudged to speak. "Is Ruben ready for her?" said Saphire. "Yes," said one of the bouncers. "I'll bring her behind the bar as soon as you say so!" "She's ready but just give us a minute," said Saphire. "No problem," said one of the bouncers as they left. "So, Carla. You are going to serve drinks and work here for a little while," said Saphire. "All you do is take an order and bring the drinks on a tray. Give me a hard time or even say a word and you'll be working here every day giving lap dances to your old fraternity brothers and drunken truck drivers. Do you understand me? This is a big test that I am hoping you'll pass." "Yes, mame," said Carl, as he took a deep breath, stood up and walked behind the bar with his knees knocking. "It won't be a problem." "That's a good girl," said Saphire, smiling as she slapped his ass gently. "By the way, smile and the tips will be better and be careful in those platforms." "Good afternoon sir," said Carl. "I'm Carla. Saphire sent me." Ruben looked him up and down and walked around him looking at him. "Fine, you'll do as a fill in for today," said Ruben. "You're decent. The skirt and heels are fine but go into the back and put on one of our tops with our logo on it. They are the top drawer in the back left corner of the room. Come back here when you're dressed and we'll begin." Carl walked into the back room and saw racks of costumes, mirrors, and a few vanities. He found a small stack of tiny tops, grabbed one, and unbuttoned his blouse. He walked over to a mirror and stood there staring at himself topless for a moment as he finally pulled a white t- shirt over his braless body. "Damn, that hurt." He said as he forgot that lifting like that was something he shouldn't be doing. "Everything ok in there," said one of the bouncers. "Sorry. Yes, I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute," said Carl. He couldn't stop to think how slutty he now looked as he finally got a look at what Mona had done to him. He was mesmerized by his nipples which showed right through the form fitting very low cut t-shirt. His bare mid-section showed his belly button ring in front and tattoo in back, as the t-shirt barely covered his rib cage as he moved. His tight denim mini-skirt was frayed and had small rips on one side and a series of strings hanging down on the other. His shoes were clear platform 6 inch stiletto open toed pumps with ankle straps which seemed more suited for one of the strippers than a waitress as his bright red toe nails shined when he looked down. He had assorted silver rings on almost every finger and his silver hanging disk earrings were huge as they sliced thru his hair as they moved. On his right wrist, he had on a few dozen thin silver bangles and a silver bicep bracelet pinching his right arm. He was heavily made up with bright red lips and dark eye shadows and liners. His hair had some volume now as it was teased quite a bit from the roots all around his head and barely moved from all the hairspray. It was parted on the left side and sat in sections of loosely scrunched waves and were crimped in a few places. What now really caught his eye though was the fact that his nails were bright red and his blonde hair was offset by a brunette layer at the nape of his neck both of which added to his now very slutty look. "Let's go!" said a bouncer yelling into the room in a deep voice. "Time to get to work young lady!" "Coming," said Carl as he walked out. "Just freshening up." Carl walked behind the bar and immediately was handed a tray filled with drinks and given instructions to deliver them. He quickly had to adapt to walking in his six inch stiletto platform shoes while balancing a tray, and he moved cautiously, not to spill the drinks as he delivered them. At his first table, he noticed the guys staring at his breasts as he leaned over to place the drinks on the table. The first guy rubbed his hand gently with his thumb as he gave him a tip as another rubbed his thigh. He smiled and went to the second table where an older gentleman tucked his tip directly into the rim of his mini-skirt when he leaned forward to place down the drinks. "Table eight wants you to have a drink with them," said the bouncer as he led Carl over there. "Bring them a round of shots." Carl went to the bar and got the shots and walked over to table eight. Seated there were four overweight men in their late thirties. Carl placed the shots on the table and quickly one of the guys pulled him onto his lap and handed him a shot as the bouncer watched carefully. Carl looked up at the bouncer who nodded his head at Carl, indicating it was ok to down the shot. When he drank it, the bouncer tapped the man on the shoulder to release him as Carl stood up as the guy rolled up his tip and held it between his breasts. "Squeeze them together and take it and get back to work," said the bouncer in Carl's ear. Carl reluctantly squeezed his breasts together with his hands engulfing the tip, as the sleazy man copped a feel as he released his money. Now totally disgusted, Carl walked back to the bar for the next order as he saw the girls laughing at him from their table. Carl was handed another round of shots and sent back to the same table, where a different guy pulled him on to his lap, but this time held him firmly and licked his right breast. Immediately, the bouncer grabbed the man by his collar and pulled Carl from his lap. "Anything to say to the lovely young lady," said the bouncer as he held the man by the neck. "Oh, yes sorry," said the man nervously as he handed Carl a twenty. "Thank you for the drinks and here's a wonderful tip." "Wow," said Carl to the bouncer and handed him the twenty. "thanks" "Smart girl I see," said the bouncer ,smiling at Carl as he stuffed the money in his pocket. "You learn fast honey." After about two hours of serving, Carl was called backstage by the manager Ruben who was standing with Saphire and Mona. "I'm giving you a 3 minute audition on stage. One song period. Pick what ever costume and song you want. I don't give a shit," said Ruben in a matter of fact way as he exited the room. "You're on in five. Parade around, dance a little, swing on my pole and take off your top. That's it. When the song ends you are done and exit the stage. Change and then you can leave for the day!" Carl stood there in shock as Mona was going crazy looking through the outfits. Within seconds, she was sliding down Carla's skirt and pulling up some Daisy Duke shorts. She ripped off his t-shirt and stepped back spraying body glitter all over his breasts, legs, and chest. Quickly, then Mona was tying a red checkered bikini type top around his breasts and making pig tails on his head. "Very hot Lill' Lady" said Mona teasing in a southern accent as she placed a cowboy hat on his head. "Now go out there and ride 'em cowgirl." "Just dance around the stage slowly, spin a little, swing on the pole, and then when the song hits the second chorus, untie your top, swing it around, and drop it," said Saphire like it was nothing. "Blow a few kisses, shake your ass, and you'll be done in three minutes. Oh and be sexy. Very sexy or they'll tear you to pieces which will be nothing after what I'll plan for you if you don't do this really well." "30 seconds Carla," said the bouncer as he poked his head in. "Oh and if you don't do exactly what I just told you to!" said Saphire in a stern tone. "I'll make sure the those truck drivers get a piece of you after the show!" With knees shaking, Carla stood there as the curtain opened as a Shania Twain song came over the sound system. Carl froze, until suddenly he felt the buzzing of the anal vibrator which was implanted in him which made him jump. Carl took a deep breath and strutted out onto the stage with his eyes peeking out from under his cowboy hat as immediately guys took notice. Mona was in the audience mouthing out silent instructions to Carl as he nervously began to follow her lead and she switched it off. He began awkwardly shaking his hips, spinning a little, and then blowing kisses to guys in the crowd as they began immediately holding up bills for him to squeeze between his breasts. As he spun bending his knees, men were shoving tips into crack of ass in his shorts and touching his ass and legs. As he gripped the brass pole, he took it, spun around it once and removed his cowgirl hat and fanned himself as some cat calls cried out. He dropped to his knees and placed hat on a bald head of a man who handed him a twenty between his breasts. He stood up now as he heard the second chorus and untied his top revealing his breasts and flipped it onto the floor as he rolled his tongue around his lips. The tips were being offered from all directions now as he snatched them up and paraded sexily off stage as the song ended. "That was awesome Carla," said Mona, hugging him as she pulled out the first pig tail. "You were so hot out there. I'm so proud of you." "Yes, great job Carla," said Saphire. "You've now earned some trust. I am going to reward you tonight. Get changed so we can leave." "That was excellent young lady," said Ruben as he came in. "Would you like a steady gig here? I think you'd do alright. I mean you could use some dance lessons and bigger implants but it wasn't bad for a rookie." "We'll get back to you on that Ruben," said Saphire, as she turned and looked Carla dead in the eyes. "She has some decisions to make before we decide things like that, but it's certainly an option we'll consider." Mona finished changing Carl back into the outfit he came in, and they left the club. In the car, he sat quietly as they headed back to the sorority house as Mona counted his money. When they got upstairs, Mona immediately pushed him on the bed and sat down in a chair across the room from him. She reached into her purse and suddenly he felt the vibrating sensation in his ass. "Dance for me Carla," said Mona, as she switched on some disco. "I want a private show" "Come on Mona," said Carl whining as he stood up. "This thing really hurts." "Dance bitch," said Mona as she switched it up higher as he cringed. Immediately Carl began dancing as Mona loved it watching him in her power. She danced up in front of him rubbing against him and removing his blouse as he now danced topless. She began softly nibbling on his breasts as he now danced faster as he was getting excited as well. She reached under his skirt and pulled off his super tight gaff releasing him and switched on his vibrating device on even higher making him moan in some pain as she sat back down. Within seconds now she noticed a bulge in his skirt and smiled as she got up again and began French kissing him. "So I see you like a little anal stimulation." She whispered in his ear and nibbled on it. "It's cool. I think that's super hot. Today you were super hot cowgirl and I want you." She pushed him back on the bed and hiked up his skirt, revealing his super hard penis. She immediately engulfed it in her mouth for a few moments and then released it as she slid her tongue down his legs and sucked on one of his red toes. She ripped off her wet panties sticking them in his mouth and climbed on top of him forcing him to penetrate her. She reached behind him grabbing each stiletto and pulling them upward tightly as she could feel the vibration resonating from him as he didn't last long before he exploded. She held him firmly for another minute thrusting by herself until she was satisfied. "So I guess you liked it," said Mona, as she climbed off him feeling satisfied. "Get some rest." She unzipped his mini skirt and removed the vibrator gingerly as he yelped a little. Then unbuckled his platforms, removed his jewelry, and kissed him softly as she finally had showed him some tenderness. She pulled a long sleep shirt over his head and he almost immediately dosed off. He was happy to take a long nap after a crazy afternoon which last about three hours. "Wake up sleepy head," said Mona as she shook him awake. "So today you finally had to cooperate. Why not be a pain in the ass for me so I could punish you like you have been for everyone else?" "What?" said Carl as he rubbed his eyes. "You girls are so damn confusing. I thought you were into me today." "Shut up and let's get you a shower," said Mona laughing. "Sexy cowgirl bitch." Mona scrubbed Carl, removing the heavy makeup, sweat, and body glitter as it felt good to him to wake up refreshed. When she finished, she slipped on his bathrobe, flip flops and they went down to the salon and were joined by Mary and Jeanine. "Reward time," said Jeanine as she washed and conditioned his hair. "Reward like can I get the hell out of here?" said Carl. "You'll see'. said Mona. "Now shut up and let's get you ready." Jeanine brought Carl over to the salon chair and Mona immediately began spraying some liquids into his hair. Jeanine then took over blow drying his hair and Mona was working with an odd looking curling iron and some hairspray on a section as Jeanine finished drying it. Mary was now applying his makeup as they were working like a well oiled machine as they each worked on him at once. "Stand up honey," said Mona. "We want to quickly try this one and make sure this one look right or else we'll try a few more." Jeanine removed his bathrobe and pushed everything into place as she slid up his panties and secured them tightly. Carl stepped into the dress and quickly Jeanine pulled it up and zipped it in the back. She moved his cleavage around slightly and then straightened the dress tugging at the hem. "Well," said Mona as she stepped back. "Spin for me Carla." "Perfect choice Mona," said Mary. "Yes, definitely," said Jeanine. "It's cute on him and it's appropriate for tonight which is important. I'll get the jewelry." "So I want to pull back one side above her ear, then maybe go just a little more dramatic on the eyes, and pull out a few nice diamond pieces and he's ready," said Mona spouting out orders as the girls continued working quickly. Mary touched up his lips as Jeanine kept changing earrings until they were satisfied. "He's here girls," said Saphire. "Is Carla ready?" "Five minutes," said Mona. "Tell him we'll she'll be right there." "Ok, I will," said Saphire. "He looks so handsome in a suit. Wait till you see him." Mary sprayed on some perfume while Mary covered his eyes and walked around spraying his head one more time as the lovely aromas filled the room. The girls stepped back and just stared for a moment as Jeanine slipped on Carl's little jacket. "Ok, sweetie," said Mona smiling. "Your ready. Go look in the three way mirror." Carl stood up and looked down at his shoes as he listened to his heels clicking and his way over to the mirror. He immediately noticed his black velvet dress as he stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. He was wearing the classic little black sleeveless dress which had tasteful heart shaped neckline exposing a moderate amount of cleavage and ended about two inches above his knees. Its open back was being covered by his little rounded bolero jacket with a three quarter sleeve. It felt remarkably comfortable he thought as it gave a little as he moved yet had firm underwire holding his breasts in place and an elastic stretch type feel around his waist and hips.He had on sheer black hose with a thin black seem running up the back of his legs and wore very pointy velvet black 3 ? inch embroidered pumps on his feet. "Ohmygawd!" He said as he touched his face. "Wow, I have no idea what to say. This is not what I expected after today." His makeup was done in a timeless formal look. The light reflected from his ruby red lips, which sparkled from their gloss and matched perfectly to his polished ruby nails which included some jeweled tips on a few fingers. His skin looked like that of a porcelain doll as they lightened his foundation slightly and his extremely long obviously altered lashes framed his eyes which now looked ocean blue. His hair was now filled with a series spiral ringlets which circled his head, creating a mass of dramatic precision set curls which bounced slightly as he moved. It was now parted on the right side, with the section below the part pulled back tightly behind his ear and held in place by a sparkling studded barrette exposing his long straight diamond teardrop earrings which hung down below chin level. Around his neck was a gorgeous v-shaped diamond necklace attached to a white gold chain which fell perfectly into his firmly pushed up cleavage. On his left arm, he wore beautifully coordinated delicate watch and stunning large bangle bracelet on his right. His large studded script "C" initial ring sparkled on his right ring finger now and was matched well on his left ring finger by a pretty diamond cluster ring. "Time to go," said Mona as she pulled him away from the mirror. "Let's not keep him waiting to long. I hope it's better than what you expected honey." "Well, I guess it's better to be more girly than sluttty," said Carl as they walked into the foyer. "Isn't he handsome, Carla?" said Saphire, as Carl looked up seeing Troy all dressed up for the first time. "Oh, hi Troy," said Carla shyly as he kissed Troy on the cheek and then wiped the lipstick from his cheek. "You look amazing," said Troy staring at Carla. "Man, am I a lucky guy." "Have fun tonight you two love birds," said Jeanine, as she handed Carl a small black matching purse and whispered in his ear. "I filled it for you. Lipstick, mascara, nail glue, and some essentials." "I'm trusting you with this precious young lady," said Saphire to Troy. "I'm assuming you're a wonderful gentleman and will not let her out of your sight if you want to continue to see her. Her curfew is 1 am." "Of course mame," said Troy. "She is safe with me and I'll take good care of her." "Goodnight everyone," said Carl, grabbing Troy's arm and rushing out the room as he was a bit embarrassed. Troy opened the car door and Carl sat down nervously as he was now alone away from the girls and Saphire for his first time as a woman. The music was soft rock playing on the radio and it was getting dark outside as they sped away. Should he run he thought when he had the chance at the restaurant or at what moment should be disappear? As he daydreamed about it in his mind he felt Troy take his hand and wiggle his fingers between his as he gently rubbed them. "You look lovely tonight honey," said Troy. "I love that perfume too. It's Treson isn't it?" "Oh, ah yes. I believe it is," said Carl even though he had no idea and was trying to figure out his escape. "You look so beautiful," said Troy as he kissed her hand softly. "I hope you'll enjoy tonight. I'll try to make it special." "Oh, thank you. I'm sure it will be wonderful," said Carl then shaking his head thinking to himself like did I actually say that? The car pulled up to a fancy French restaurant as the valet attendant opened the door and took Carl's hand helping him out. They walked inside and were seated at a quiet corner table as champagne was brought over and poured for them. "I thought we'd have this light meal before the show but this time you have to eat more than a salad," said Troy as he lifted his glass. "Ok," said Carl smiling and looking around for the escape exits. "I will order for both of us if that's ok with you my dear," said Troy. "Do you like chicken?" "Yes, that would be fine," said Carl as they slightly touched glasses as troy leaned over. "To us," said Troy as he weaved his arm inside Carl's and they sipped. As the waiter returned, Troy ordered in French, surprising Carl as he sat there impressed. "Take a walk with me," said Troy as he stood up. "Let's get some fresh air while we're waiting." "Ooookkkk?" said Carl as he took Troy's out stretched arm and thinking he could look around for an escape. They walked outside where Troy picked a tulip and handed it to Carl as they stepped into a white gazebo overlooking a small water fall. "Isn't it so romantic here?" said Troy, as he turned and faced Carl taking both of his hands and looking into his eyes. "Oh, sure," said Carl awkwardly. "Very nice." "The curls are just beautiful on you," said Troy as he touched one making it spring upward as he pulled it slightly. "That must have taken forever to do. I'm flattered you did all that work for me." "Oh, aaaa," said Carl looking at the ground not really knowing how to deal with compliments like this." "It was nothing." "And that dress looks fantastic on you," said Troy. "My gawd. Wow. You are so amazing." "Oh thanks again," said Carl nervously ready to run as this time he was sober. It's like you know exactly what I like," said Troy as he moved closer and put his finger under Carl's chin lifting it. "Or I should say what probably every guy on earth would like. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." "Oh please," said Carl as he looked away until he felt Carl's finger move his chin back up again. Suddenly, Troy moved closer and looked into his eyes, giving a soft smile. He leaned forward, trapping Carl and began kissing him gently. He reached his arms around Carl, firmly holding him now and slipped in his tongue as he began kissing Carl passionately and breathing heavily. Carl resisted at first, but then had not choice but to relent as something inside his mind forced him to reciprocate as he slipped his tongue into Troy's mouth and swirled it everywhere before they finally came up for air. When they released their grips and just gazed at each other for a moment, before Troy took his hand and led them back inside the restaurant as Carl was almost stunned. "I'll be right back. I better freshen up after that," said Carl as he wiped some of lipstick from Troy's face and smiled. "No, you look great but just a little more natural," said Troy smiling as he wiped a little from Carl's face as well. Carl went into the bathroom and wiped the excess lipstick from around the brim of his mouth. Finding it in his purse, he reapplied it and then some lip gloss as Jeanine had instructed him. "What the hell am I doing? I'm fixing my lipstick! I'm kissing a fucking boy! That's crazy?" said Carl to himself as he picked as his curls for a second. "I have to get out of here and change back. I'm not even drunk. It must be the hormones." He stared at himself again as some other women came up to the mirror next to him and began working on their own makeup. Instinctively now he took out his hairspray and sprayed his hair as he had been taught to do as they ignored him and were fussing with themselves and talking about their boyfriends. "He's so nice though? Maybe this is a better life for me?" He thought to himself. "But as a girl? Holy shit I am a boy but with breasts and blonde curls! Holy shit! Ok! Crap I better get back!"! Carl closed his purse and exited the bathroom thinking about dashing out the door until he heard Troy calling him and waving from across the room. He smiled and returned to the table finding his diner awaiting as he sat down. "Sorry, I got a little confused," said Carl making an excuse as Troy just smiled back. "Oh, ok!" said Troy relieved. "I was getting worried and you looked like you were going to run out here." "Can't do much running in these shoes!" said Carl making a joke to lighten up the mood. Quietly they ate as he continued to notice Troy smiling at him lovingly which was both creepy and amazingly flattering. As they finished and the bus boy cleared their plates, the waiter appeared with a present. "Madam Carla," said the waiter, presenting a beautifully wrapped pink box with a huge ribbon. "This is for you, my dear." "Thank you," said Carl, as he took the box and opened the card. It read. "I know it's been days but I'm hoping it'll be years and maybe a lifetime. I've dreamed of meeting a woman like you that I could love, honor, and protect since I've been a young boy. This present is a tiny token of what you mean to me and how I feel about you. I would be honored if you'd wear it and be my guest at tomorrow night's game." Tearing up now after reading it, Carl untied the ribbon and opened the box. He lifted the tissue paper and took out a football jersey with number 12 on the front and a matching 12 with Troy's last name "Martin" above it on the back. "Is this your jersey?" said Carl surprised. "Yes," said Troy smiling and holding out a ticket. "I want you to wear it tomorrow to the game and be my guest, watching our new starting quarterback. "You're the starter now?" said a surprised Carl. "Are you kidding?" "Nope! Smith got hurt and he's out for the year," said Troy grinning from ear to ear. "And certainly I can't play without you there. I need the support of my new girlfriend in my jersey in the stands." "Holy shit," said Carl under his breath. knowing that it meant that Troy wanted show off his new girlfriend to everyone. "This gets crazier every second!" "I guess this is my way of telling you that I want to go steady with you," said Troy. "I want to spend more time with you and give a relationship an honest chance. I'm beginning to fall for you and I want to world to know it." "Ohmygawd Troy. You can't be. I'm not what you think. You're too nice," said Carl as tears flowed from both his eyes as immediately Troy began kissing him. "Please, Ohmygawd." When he didn't kiss back, Troy stopped and backed up, saddened and confused. "I'm sorry. I'm confused," said Carl as he sat there in shock. "This is a lot to take in. I've never been steady with anyone before, and I'm not sure that's really what you'd want after you get to know what I'm all about." "Are you crazy? I consider myself at least a good judge of character and I think you're an amazing person. I don't want to pressure you but my heart feels warm when I'm with you. I don't want to lose a chance to really get to know you," said Troy nervously. "Or even worse not let you know how I feel and lose you to some other guy who did tell you." "But Troy" said Car,l looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "Carla, please let me finish," said Troy, interrupting and wiping away a tear. "Forget the fact that you're drop dead gorgeous. I just think you're an amazing woman. Your hip, fashionable, sensitive, fun to be with, and I love being with you. I'm ok with what ever you want to do. I just want to spend time with you and all I'm asking for is a chance." "A chance?" said Carl starring deep into his eyes. "Yup," said Troy smiling and kissing Carl's hand. "That's all I'm asking. A chance and you'll look so good in the jersey." "Now stop all this talking then and kiss me you jerk," said Carl as he looked deep into Troy's eyes and grabbed his face passionately kissing him. As the long kiss finally ended, Carl look up smiled and took a deep breath wondering in his mind what the hell he was doing. "Ok, now I really have to go to the ladies room and freshen up," said Carl smiling as he figured he looked a mess and headed off to the ladies room. Staring at himself in the mirror, he took some tissues and wiped the mascara that ran down his cheek. He looked at the circles which were now under his eyes and the lipgloss on his chin and opened his purse for help. Luckily he found his cell phone and immediately called Jeanine. "Let me go out in the hall?" Answered Jeanine before she even said hello. "Are you ok? Aren't you with Troy?" "Yes, I'm fine! I'm in the ladies room!" said Carl laughing and staring at himself in the mirror. "He's like too good to be true. I'm a disaster mentally as you might guess, but that's not why I'm calling. I'm a disaster physically now as well. The curls are holding up and the dress looks fine, but my makeup is a wreck. I got emotional and I need help fixing my face. What do I do to fix it?" "Oh, boy!" said Jeanine laughing. "Ok, been there. Understand hon! Well, we can do some minor repairs anyway. Carefully wipe off mascara or eyeliner under your eye first. Then take out the little compact I gave you, and smooth out your foundation. Then just use the eyeliner pencil gently and slowly working from the inner part of your eye follow it out on the bottom first." "Ok, one sec," said Carl following instructions. "Ok, now a little mascara and go slow," said Jeanine. "Soft on the blush with the big brush and then use the lip brush. It's small like a paint brush and then the gloss is easy." "Ok, better," said Carl as smeared on his lip gloss. "Not as good as you guys can do but repairs are done. Thanks and let me run." "Wait?" said Jeanine. "How's it going?" "I'm more confused than ever and he's asked me to go steady!" said Carl staring at himself again. "That should sum it up. Let me run because we have to leave for the show soon. Thanks again. Bye!" Carl hung up the phone, rubbed his lips together tasting the fresh coat of gloss and returned to the table. "Ok, sorry," said Carl smiling. "I'm presentable again." "I'd say a little better than presentable," said Troy. "Now let's put this back in the box and get out of here or we'll be late." Chapter 12 The car pulled up and the valet opened the door in front of the theater. Carl stepped out and stood on the curb as Troy tipped the valet and took his arm as they walked into the lobby. Troy leaned against the wall and checked his messages on his phone as Carl stood next to him waiting patiently until he hung up. "So are we going in?" said Carl. "Is everything ok?" "Yes, I figured we'd wait for my parents here," said Troy. "Your parents!" said Carl. "Did you forget?" said Troy. "Remember I texted you about that and the show with them and you said you couldn't wait to meet them!" "Oh shittttttt. Oh I mean Yesss. Yes of course I remember," said Carl catching himself and cursing Mona under his breath for texting on his phone. "Sorry, it was such an emotional dinner I almost forgot." "Oh, ok cool," said Troy leaning down and giving a quick peck type kiss. "You scared me for a moment." "Please, I'tl be a pleasure to meet them," said Carl as he was ready to throw up now and trying to cover up. "I have theses blonde moments from time to time. You'll get used to them. They're part of getting to know me better!" "There they are!" said Troy excitedly as he saw them. "Ok," said Carl as he squeezed Troy's hand nervously. A large 45 year old well built man and a petite woman walked up together, holding hands and hugged Troy as Carl stood there watching. Troy's father was dressed in a dark blue three piece suit with a red tie and his mother in a little blue satin cocktail dress. Her strawberry blonde frosted hair was in a half up and half down style with a high crown and curled up ends. She was expertly made up and seemed to have on large expensive jewelry and shoes. "Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend Carla," said Troy, smiling as he put his arm around Carl. "Aren't you adorable!"! said Troy's mom as she hugged Carl and took both his hands staring him up and down. "My son has good taste. It's such a pleasure to meet you dear." "Thank you Mrs. Martin," said Carl, politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Obviously you are way too young to have a son like him." "Ah not just pretty, but a smart girl I see." Joked Mrs. Martin as they all shared a small laugh. "Now that's how to get off on my good side." "Ladies, please let's go inside," said Mr. Martin, as he opened the lobby door to the theater. "You ladies can talk in there or we'll be late." "So Carla, I love your dress," said Mrs. Martin. "Is it a Vera Wang dear?" "I'm not sure mame," said Carl, smiling shyly. "One of roommates leant it to me but I'm glad you like it. I'm a fashion major in school and I'll be learning all about the top designers once class begins. Your dress is really beautiful as well Mrs. Martin and I love how it goes with your hairdo." "Carla! Thank you so much. I'm glad someone noticed!" said Mrs. Martin beaming as she gave a look to her husband and son. "Dear, I changed my mind three times today before I finally told my hairdresser what I wanted. It's so hard to decide sometimes especially with this type of dress." "I'm sure Carla can relate to that one mom," said Troy making a joke. "What do you mean by that Troy!" said Mrs. Martin, reprimanding her son as she thought he insulted Carla. "It's ok, Mrs. Martin!" said Carl laughing as he squeezed Troy's arm. "He is just saying that I've had a different hairdo every time he sees me. It's true." "See, I knew I liked you. We have that in common, so Troy's used to it," said Mrs. Martin laughing. "I can never make up my mind and love trying things." "Carla either!" said Troy, laughing and then saving himself. "But they all look great on her." "I'm sure they do dear," said Mrs. Martin smiling. "It's gorgeous on you! It's perfect with the little black dress and your shoes are darling. Is that a perm or just a set that you got today?" "Neither actually!" said Carl now starting to get more comfortable having girl talk with Troy's mother. "Living with a group of hair dressers in training makes experimenting almost a daily occurrence. It was done with a spiral curling iron, some patience, and a hell of a lot of hairspray." "Ladies! Sssshhh!" said Troy's father as the lights dimmed. "It's beginning." As the show played out, Carl and Mrs. Martin whispered small talk to each other at various times during the show as the men sat on opposite side of their dates. Troy smiled at Carl and made sure he had his arm around him, rubbing his shoulder and snuggling him when ever possible during the evening. As the show ended, each couple walked holding hands to the exit and hugged goodbye outside as they waited for their cars from the valet. "Would you two like to go and have coffee with us?" said Mr. Martin. "Dad, I can't," said Troy. "With the big game tomorrow night, I have to drop off Carla and get to my dorm. I have a curfew soon and obviously I can't be late now that I'm starting." "Then get moving son," said Mr. Martin, shaking his hand and kissing Carla's cheek. "Just one second dear," said Mrs. Martin as she hugged Carl and kissed her son. "Carla, I really enjoyed meeting you dear and if Troy doesn't mind, I'd love to take you to brunch tomorrow." "Oh Mrs. Martin, I couldn't," said Carl as he looked at Troy to bail him out of lunch with his mother. "It's a lovely gesture though. I'm flattered." "It's ok honey," said Troy. "Sure mom. It's ok with me." "Good, then it's settled," said Mrs. Martin. "I'll pick you up at 10:30, we'll have brunch, and we can have a girl's day together. I'd love that. I always wanted a daughter like you." "Oh, what a generous offer," said Carl putting his hand over his heart. "I couldn't let you take me to eat!" "Nonsense dear," said Mrs. Martin. "It would be my pleasure and I won't take no for an answer. Let me write down your cell number dear. I'll pick you up, we'll have a lovely afternoon together, and then I'll drop you off so you can get ready for the game." "Mom, we have to run," said Troy as his car pulled up and he opened Carla's door. "I'll call you in a few minutes and give you her number and see you tomorrow at the game. You two better behave together. Good night." Troy closed his door and quickly leaned over and gave Carl a kiss. "Sorry honey!" said Troy laughing. "I didn't expect that, but it'll be quick and you two seemed to hit it off tonight anyway." "Your family is just too damn nice!" said Carl shaking his head. "And thanks for putting on the spot with your mom!" "You're welcome!" said Troy as he leaned over at a red light and gave a big kiss and was laughing. "So I betting you want to kill me but you can't because I'm such a good kisser." "Now the killing part is at least true, you jerk, but the kissing part needs work!" said Carl as he kissed him back until horns were honking behind them as the light changed. "I'll make sure I discuss it with your mother tomorrow while I figure out my next new hairdo." The car pulled up at the sorority house and Carl kissed Troy goodnight and jumped out of the car. Troy rolled down the window and honked the horn as Carl was walking away. "Hey! I had a great time tonight," said Troy smiling. "You're awesome!" "Thanks. Me too," said Carl yelling back as he opened the front door. "Goodnight and have fun with my mom tomorrow." Yelled Troy smiling as he drove away. "So!" said Jeanine as she startled Carl as he turned around closing the door. "What was that about Carla? Sounds like it went well!" "Details girl. Details!" said Mary standing there. "Dish the dirt girl." "Well he came back didn't he?" said Mona. "And his lip gloss is on his check so what does that tell you?" "Girls, come on!" said Carl, rambling. "I'm confused enough. And yes I came back. And yes it was fun. And yes I like him. I don't know why, but I like him! He's like the guy I always wanted to be, but obviously I couldn't be. And he's so damn nice and sweet and caring. It's crazy. All of this shit is crazy, but we had such a nice time at dinner and the show. He even invited me to his game tomorrow, and now he's the starter and he gave me his jersey to wear to the game. This is like all out of control!" "No it's not. I'm so happy for you," said Jeanine rubbing his back. "You'll get there. It's just a lot to handle right now." "Jeanine, I know I'm not a girl and I don't want to be a girl. I don't!" said Carl, rambling again. "Except when I'm with him. When he holds my hand or looks in my eyes then I feel so special. It's crazy and I can't explain it." "That's fantastic sweetie," said Jeanine hugging him. "Embrace it." "And when he kisses me I melt," said Carl tearing up. "I feel suddenly like his girl and it feels right somehow. I feel like I want to be perfect for him then. I want to look perfect and dress perfect and then I love being Carla. What a fucking mess I am." "Well, you're special and so pretty," said Jeanine. "He's a lucky guy." "So, obviously you too had a nice date," said Mary. "But what was he yelling to you about his mother." "Holy shit. I fucking hate you Mona!" said Carl, staring at her as she started laughing. "You forgot to tell me I was meeting his parents and you texted him about that!" "Oooopppps!" said Mona grinning. "Oh my, it must have slipped my mind! So how did that work out?" "Fine, I managed!" said Carl sternly. "But now she invited me to brunch to spend some girl's time with me tomorrow and I tried to get out of it but couldn't!" "Well isn't that just lovely!" said Mona, almost falling off the couch with laughter. "I'm sorry that just too funny! I'll calm down but that's so great!" "Mona! Enough!" said Saphire, chiming in as she overheard everything. "Dear, I'm glad you had a lovely date and are embracing your true self. Mona, you will prepare an appropriate conservative outfit, select the proper complementing hairstyle and make sure everything is perfect for Carla, spend time with Mrs. Martin. And I meant perfect. I will approve it in the morning! Do you understand me ladies! Now off directly to bed please. It's rather late." Everyone headed off to bed as Carl feel asleep in an instant. Carl tossed and turned confused about his life, Troy, and worried sick about spending time alone with Troy's mother. As the morning light shined through the windows, Carl rubbed his eyes and sat up as Mary handed him a cup of coffee. "Drink up and let's get you in the shower in five minutes," said Mary. "You know the drill. Use a shower cap and we'll do your hair and makeup down in the salon." Carl rubbed hid eyes and jumped up. He sipped his coffee and quickly ran off to the shower. He washed himself carefully and Mary helped scrub him as not to exert himself too much. He slipped on his bathrobe, flip flops, and grabbed his coffee as they headed downstairs. "Ok, relax and I know exactly what Saphire wants me to do," said Mona reassuring him as she sat him back washing his hair. "I'm so nervous about this," said Carl. "Why does she really want to spend time with me already? I just started seeing him. I mean what does she need to know? Does she suspect something like I'm not a real girl or something?" "Easy Carla!" said Mona, as she was now rubbing in the conditioner. "How about she just liked you and thought you were cool? I mean you two hit it off well right?" "No, it's true we did," said Car,l as he sat up as Mona wrapped a towel around his head. "I mean I just don't know what to expect or even what to talk about sometimes. We had decent girl talk at the show but I don't know if I can keep it up all morning. I'm a trainee in a way and it seems like girls can talk forever." "That's true, we can," said Mona laughing. "So that means be a good listener then. Plus she'll expect you to be nervous. So that part will be ok. Compliment her and make sure you are not difficult. If she wants to do something or talk about something just say sure and follow her lead. She wants to see if you are good for her son and if you are warm and agreeable or if you are a phony bitch." Mona started blow drying Carla's hair as Mary began removing his red nail polish. Jeanine then began working on his foundation, as Carl sat there pondering her advice and sipping his coffee in his other hand. Mona started filling his damn hair with some form of mousse as he sat their thinking about his current situation. Mona began stretching his hair from behind and winding it in some small plastic rollers in an upward motion. As she came around to the front she took a few sections and inserted it into larger rollers and curled them under and fastened them. She placed a simple hair net over his curlers and adjusted it until she was satisfied. When she finished she took his hand and led him over to a chair against the wall and pulled down the dryer. "Relax while Mary does your nails," said Mona as she shockingly kissed his cheek. "This will be a cute set on you. You'll see." Mary pulled up her small table and began buffing and shaping his nails. She was now changing them again back to their square tip form as they were initially after previously being rounded and red last night. Carl's mind was drifting as he relaxed under the dryer as the temperature changed. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening to his life as he was about to spend time with his new boyfriend's mother. This was crazy he thought as he finally herd the dryer switch off. "Looking good!" said Mona as she lifted the hood and checked a few curlers. "Come on and let's finish you off. And don't touch anything with those nails for awhile even though they should be dry now." Jeanine came over and started dressing Carl as she slipped on a simple ivory bra and buckled it in the front between his breasts. She pulled up some matching panties and made sure to tuck everything away properly and had him step into some sheer control top hose. She carefully opened the buttons on each arm of his blouse, slid it on and buttoned it making sure to avoid contact with his nails. She buttoned at his wrists and then had him step into his slacks and slid up the side zipper. He sat back down and immediately Mona placed a cape over him tightly making sure to cover his outfit completely. Mary got right to work on his makeup as Mona was beginning to remover the rollers at the back of his head. He watched as he could see the table next to him filling with plastic rollers as she seemed to now work quickly. When she was finished removing a section he felt her picking at them with her rat tail comb and her fingers as she moved around his head spraying each section. He felt Jeanine then changing his earrings a few times until she was satisfied with the result and then putting on a watch and bracelet. Mary now was working on his lips with a pencil and then a brush as Mona took the rollers out from the front of his head and had a large barreled curling iron in her hand working. He then felt Jeanine place shoes on his feet as Mona was directly in his line of vision working on the front of his hair. As she finished he felt something digging into his head a bit as she sprayed him with perfume and removed the cape. "Stand up sweetie," said Jeanine as she walked behind him and slid his arms into a jacket. "You look very great." "Conservative enough Saphire?" said Mona asking for approval as Jeanine buttoned his jacket in front. "Turn around for me sweetie," said Saphire. "Yes, very appropriate. Even more conservative than you had to be but he looks good." "Well I wanted that future daughter in-law material look," said Mona cracking a joke. "What?" said Carl getting upset. "That's not funny." "Go take a look honey," said Saphire. "You've got ten minutes if you want to change." Carl walked over to the mirror and saw the most reserved look that he has ever had. He was wearing a taupe pants suit with girls straight leg pleated trousers and a single buttoned rounded jacket which pinched tightly at his waist and had delicate lapels. Under it he had on an ivory silk blouse with a high collar covering up all cleavage which was decorated with a small pearl pendant on a gold chain. His shoes were 2 ? snakeskin dark brown pumps with pointy tips and were partially hidden by his long slacks. On his shoulder Jeanine placed a classic Coach purse decorated in multi-colored earth toned Coach "C"s and brown leather straps. His hair was set into loose curls and waves behind his ears and teased up a little to give it some volume. It had slightly more of a crowning bump at the back of his head on top and was held in place by a large plaid earth tone headband which faded from sight behind his ears. The entire section of hair in front the headband was swept across his forehead from left to right, partially covering one eye and curling under towards his face at its ends. On his ears he now had diamond studs in his second hole and large pearl teardrops in the front hole. On his right wrist, he had a large pearl strand bracelet and a small gold watch on his left wrist. His makeup was simple and natural with pink checks, lips, and eyelids. His eyes were the focal point of his face where his upper lashes were huge yet only slightly lined and his lips were a pale yet glossy natural color. "Wow," said Carl. "I'd say this is a lot more conservative than normal. I look like I'm going on an interview or to a prep school." "See how smart you are becoming," said Saphire. "I believe that is the idea honey. Brunches are normally a conservative outing and therefore you must dress appropriately." "I wanted to put you in a leather mini, but I didn't think it would fly!" said Mona teasing. "But we have five minutes if you want to change?" "No, thanks Mona," said Carl. "As odd as I feel in this outfit, I guess it feels good to feel like I'll fit in and not stand out if that makes sense." "Girls, there's no chance for other ideas anyway," said Mary. "She's here!" "Now, I put sun glasses, some makeup, hairspray, some money, your credit cards, some gun, a birth control packet, and a few tampons in your purse in case you need them," said Jeanine. "Why would I need birth control or tampons?" said Carl puzzled. "You wouldn't, of course," said Jeanine smiling. "But you are dating her son, so sometimes women, especially mothers, will peak into other women's purses if they sit open or are left unattended so it'll make you look normal." "Damn, you girls think of everything," said Carl as they walked into the lobby. "Hi Carla!" said Mrs. Martin inspecting him with her eyes as she looked up and down. "Don't you look so precious dear?" "Thank you so much and wow look at you," said Carl immediately kissing her ass. "You put me to shame of course." Mrs. Martin was dressed impeccably, yet a little less conservatively than anticipated. She was wearing a tangerine colored top, a floral flared skirt about two inches above her knee and matching 4 inch tangerine colored strappy sandals. Her hair was flat ironed pin straight with huge crystal and gold chandelier earrings peaking through it. Her rings, bangle bracelets, and necklace appeared to be expensive as they gleamed in the light perfectly accessorizing her. "Oh stop it please," said Mrs. Martin. "You are too sweet honey" "These are my friends: Mary, Mona, Jeanine, and Saphire," said Carl awkwardly introducing everyone as he kissed Mrs. Martin and she hugged him. "It's lovely to meet you ladies. I certainly can see why the boys would want to come here often!" said Mrs. Martin with a huge grin looking at the gorgeous young girls. "So are you ready for a fun day dear?" "Of course," said Carl. "It's very nice of you to invite me!" "So, Troy told me you didn't have to be back until it was time to be ready for the game, so I planned a few extra things for us to do together after brunch," said Mrs. Martin. "I hope you don't mind." "Aaahhh no," said Carl nervously. "Certainly not. As long as I can be back in time to get myself ready for the game." "Good, then let's get moving," said Mrs. Martin. "This will be so much fun. I've always wanted a daughter. Maybe you can just indulge a little me today." "Oh sure," said Carl as he looked back at the girls making faces at him. Outside they jumped into Mrs. Martin's red BMW convertible and she immediately raised the top before pulling away. "I love the top down, but I'll put it up after you've gone through all that trouble of creating that cute hairdo," said Mrs. Martin as she put on her sunglasses. "And beside's we'd be a mess since it's so windy." "Oh, it's fine," said Carl as he also dug in his purse and also put on his. "This is a great car." "Thanks, yes I very lucky," said Mrs. Martin. "My husband takes great care of me. Hopefully someday you'll have a wonderful husband like him too." "Oh, aaaahhh," said Carl. "Yes maybe!" They drove for about ten minutes and had some little chit chat as they pulled up at a lovely restaurant. It was a very tropical looking establishment, with a mustard stucco finish, Spanish tile roof, and many outdoor tables with large dark red umbrellas. As the valet opened the door he took Carl's hand gently and greeted as he stepped out. They were escorted to the hostess who led them to their table as they walked thru a large crowded restaurant. "Wow, this is a fantastic restaurant," said Carl looking all around as the waiter pushed in his chair for him. "Thank you dear," said Mrs. Martin. "I was here only once before and I figured it would suit a young lady of such taste very well." "Oh Mrs. Martin, please!" said Carl very flattered. "Are you kidding? I am not used to eating like this at all. Plus I've been on a strict diet for awhile so I really haven't eaten a lot." "Oh dear! Are you kidding!" said Mrs. Martin. "You have a lovely figure. Girls would kill to have it." "Well, I've lost quite a bit of weight recently" said Carl. "I've been exercising and dieting." "Well whatever you've done?" said Mrs. Martin. "It looks fabulous dear. How many dress sizes did you loose if you don't mind me asking?" "Good question?" said Carl not even exactly knowing how women's sizes worked. "A few I guess. I know that my abs are tight now and I feel skinny anyway." "Well I think you are just perfect dear now the way you are," said Mrs. Martin. "I'm sorry to pry if that offended you." "No, please you didn't," said Carl as he opened his jacket and looked at the label. "I'm a size 10 now. See? I didn't mean it that way. It's just been a confusing time in my life." "Thank you I glad," said Mrs. Martin. "Dear I'm sure this is awkward being out alone with your boyfriend's mother, but I want you to just relax and be yourself. I just wanted to get to know you better because I believe he really likes you. He tells me how sweet and lovely you are and after meeting you I agree." "Thank you," said Carl, blushing. "He's a fantastic person and to be honest with you he made me feel special at a time in my life where I felt very trapped and unsure about things." "Dear, that's natural in a new place and school," said Mrs. Martin. "Also not knowing people, losing weight, it's a lot to handle." "Yes, that and so much more. Believe me," said Carl starting to get glassy eyed. "It's very hard." Mrs. Martin got up and hugged Carl. "Honey, you are a doll," said Mrs. Martin as she rubbed his back. "Relax and be yourself. It's easy to see why Troy thinks the world of you." "Sorry," said Carl taking out a tissue and dotting his right eye carefully. "Thank you and it's also easy to see where he gets his compassion from." "Please Carla, now you're making me tear up," said Mrs. Martin getting glassy eyed. Carl opened his purse again and took out the packet of tissues and accidentally spilled out some of the contents of his purse. "Oh, sorry I'm so damn clumsy," said Carl as they both shared a laugh as they were getting emotional. "I'll try to be more of a bitch." "Good you do that! So let's depress the hormones a bit now and have some fun Carla," said Mrs. Martin laughing as he handed him his lip gloss and a tampon. "You know when I'm in town to see him play football; I really don't have any friends to be with other than my husband so I thought having a girl's day would be a welcome change of pace. All my husband is interested in is studying football plays and strategy and whatever." "Yes, blah," said Carl. "I understand. I love football but it's certainly nice to have uumm aaahh girl's day." "So, therefore I glad I met you," said Mrs. Martin. "It's my pleasure to get away from that damn football obsession and have some fun with you." Carl and Mrs. Martin shared a lovely small meal as they both ate a healthy diet. They talked about small things and genuinely enjoyed each others company. "So Carla, I thought we'd head over to the mall for a while," said Mrs. Martin as she snatched the check immediately and paid it. "I'll assume you love to shop just like I do." "Ofcourse," said Carl who hated shopping. "That would be fun." They drove about ten minutes in the car until they arrived at the mall. Mrs. Martin certainly loved shopping as they walked into three stores looking at almost every item. "Oh, there's one of my favorites, Forever 21," said Mrs. Martin as she immediately dragged Carla in there. "Ohmygawd, these are so cute. Go try these on, and this and maybe these too. I'm dying to see you in a few of these." Mrs. Martin stacked a series of jeans and tops on Carl as he headed to the dressing room as she headed to the other one with her arms filled. As he tried on each of them he walked out so she could see how they looked as she was also changing outfits and showing him. "So what are you wearing to the game tonight?" said Mrs. Martin. "Well, Troy's jersey he gave me," said Carl. "Me too!" She said excitedly! "We'll be like twins! How cute is that!" "That'll be funnn - Uuuumm," said Carl studdering. "I guess." "Can I ask you something personal?" said Mrs. Martin. "Sure?" said Carl. "Yes, suuure?" "You normally don't dress this conservatively, do you?" said Mrs. Martin. "I mean don't take this the wrong way but you are a college freshmen and they usually don't wear outfits like you are wearing today except maybe to an interview. You dressed conservatively for me right?" "Yes," said Carl bashfully. "I really wasn't sure what to wear but I wanted to be respectful." "God you're so sweet," said Mrs. Martin pinching Carl's check. "Ok, just checking. Not that you don't look great. You do but in those tight jeans and that little crop top. You look more natural. More your age." "Thanks," said Carl. "Now go back in there and change," said Mrs. Martin smiling. "Hand me the clothes while do." Carl changed and when he came out Mrs. Martin handed him a bag. "Carry these for me sweetie," said Mrs. Martin "Let's go to DSW. I love shoes. It's my downfall." "Oh me too," said Carl playing along. Mrs. Martin tried on four or five pairs of shoes while Carl sat there and watched. "Can I see your shoe honey?" said Mrs. Martin. "Sure," said Carl as he handed her his shoe. "Ah nine," said Mrs. Martin as she grabbed a few boxed. "Try these two on." Carl tried on two pairs of black boots and then a few pairs or pumps and then some sandals as Mrs. Martin was like a shopping machine. "You like these on me?" said Mrs. Martin as she stood there in Red high heeled boots which looked odd with her outfit. "Really hot!" said Carl stopping himself and covering his mouth. "I mean yes very nice." "Oh thank you honey," said Mrs. Martin laughing. "Do me a favor and bring these other three bags to the car while I try a few more on and I have to make a call." "Oh sure," said Carl as he walked to the car and put the bags in the trunk. When he returned, she handed him two more bags as she hung up and was also carrying two others. They walked into a very dressy dress shop as Mrs. Martin called over the sales woman. "I'm an 8 petite and she's a 10. I'm looking for a cocktail dress for myself and show me something which is more formal but trendy for her," said Mrs. Martin. "Yes, of course," said the sales woman as she walked over to the racks and began making some selections. "So Carla, I almost forgot to ask you?" said Mrs. Martin as they waited. "Have you picked out a dress yet for the dance?" "Well, I'm not sure yet?" said Carl. "We have a lot of clothes at the Sorority house though. My girlfriends will help me pick something nice I guess." "Mame, I have these three that may work for you and now let me go pick a few things for your daughter," said the sales woman as she measured Carla with her eyes. "She's what a "C" and how tall are you in stocking feet dear?" "I'm 5'8ish"," said Carl blushing. "She's tallish and thin so!" said Mrs. Martin as she went into the dressing room. "I want a classy yet sexy look for her." The sales girl handed 6 dresses to Carl and he went into the dressing room. This time he actually had to take off everything including his bra as he tried on each on and came out showing Mrs. Martin. "Oh boy, this will be a tough decision," said Mrs. Martin on the last one. "But I'd bet your boyfriend would love the gold one don't ya think. Or maybe the green. No I think gold." "Uuumm," said Carl nervously knowing that the gold one was the skimpiest one. "I'm not sure." "Sit for a moment dear," said the sales girl as she walked over and measured his feet. "I have shoes that will work with both dresses but with her body I'd go with the gold. My only concern is how tall is your boyfriend because the gold shoes are really high." "He's pretty tall," said Carl. "But I wear heels when I'm out with him and he's still much taller." "He's about 6'4," said Mrs. Martin chiming in. "He's a big strong muscular guy." "Oh, he's perfect for you then," said the sales girl slipping on the shoes and fastening the straps. "I think these will work. There're very sexy too. Step up on that little platform and let me see." Carl carefully stepped up on the platform and spun around slowly as he was told to as the sales girl adjusted the dress slightly on his breasts. "I would wear your hair up with this though and I'll be very glamorous," said the salesgirl picking up the back of his hair as an example. "You'll look like a movie star in this on the red carpet." "Go change Carla and hand out the dress and shoes carefully," said Mrs. Martin. Carl went into the dressing room and changed and immediately noticed Mrs. Martin holding two long garment bags when he came out. "Let's go honey," said Mrs. Martin as she handed her a garment bag and two shopping bags and rushed them out of the store. "We better get back so you can change and get ready for the game." "Did you just buy me that dress?" said Carl surprised and embarrassed. "Please, I don't feel right about that?" "Carla, please don't do this honey!" said Mrs. Martin as they walked rapidly through the mall. "You are a sweet girl and you have no idea how much shopping with you meant to me today. How about we'll talk about it a little in the car." Chapter 13 They jumped into the car and immediately Mrs. Martin put the top down. She took out her sunglasses and put her hair in a ponytail as they pulled out. "You don't mind it down, now do you?" said Mrs. Martin. "I mean you may want to take off that head band and take out a scruncie because the wind will destroy that hairdo. I'm assuming you're now going to the do your hair for the game anyway, so we may as well enjoy the nice weather. Oh here, wait I have a kerchief. Tie it around your chin honey." "Oh yes, of course Mrs. Martin," said Carl, as he looked in the mirror and tied it under his chin. "I love the warm weather but I don't feel comfortable with you buying me a dress. I would have bought it myself." "Dear, you are a college freshmen with no job, no money, and from what I understand, no family," said Mrs. Martin. "Just you being here at this school shows me the type of strong young lady you are." "Well, that's true but," said Carl. "I could have charged it and gotten a job to pay it off." "Nonsense young lady," said Mrs. Martin taking over. "I want you to concentrate on school and enjoy college. Before you know it in life you'll have a job, a husband, and responsibilities. Plus I really wanted to buy it. When I see the way my son looks at you and how you look at him it makes me feel warm inside." "Please Mrs. Martin," said Carl wiping a tear. "You are too nice." "Dear, understand I always wanted a daughter, but wasn't that lucky," said Mrs. Martin. "So today was so much fun for me and I hope when we visit my son next time, we can do it again. I'd love to take you to the spa or the salon or shopping again with me. Shopping is my passion and luckily my husband and I can afford it so don't worry about the money. The look in my son's eye when he sees you looking amazing in that dress is priceless to me." "Wow, I have no idea what to say," said Carl sitting there in shock. "He's a lucky boy that Troy to have a mother like you." "Thank you," said Mrs. Martin peeking out from under her sunglasses. "Now let's change the subject. Do you want me to pick you up for the game and we can go together since my husband will be there very early?" "Sure, that would be great?" said Carl politely. "Good, I'll be back at 7 pm!" said Mrs. Martin as she pulled into the parking lot. "That'll give you 3 hours to get ready. That should be enough." Mrs. Martin got out of the car and opened the trunk as Carl grabbed the garme