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Everything's Bigger in Texas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 Conner drove off dialing Mr. Porter, as he headed to the reception. "Not bad for a city boy," said Mr. Porter. "I'm stunned how well you turned out. For the record, the red dress was the best choice. I find it quite ironic that you look almost like a bond girl type on a mission." "Very funny. The stylist and Trisha made that decision," said Connor chuckling. "Wait, you saw me?" "Hey, surveillance is my thing," said Mr. Porter, chuckling. "I've got pictures and video of you going in and out of the dress shop and the salon. Don't worry, I won't be leaving you alone in there. I'll be under cover and with you every step of the way." "Thanks, I'll need every ounce of assistance I can get," said Connor. "Where will you be? Will you be in disguise?" "Let's just say I'll be watching. I'd rather not tell you and have you looking for me and blowing my cover," said Mr. Porter. "And one last thing. Your invitation is in the glove box. I'll be reachable by text if we need to communicate during the event. Good luck, and we'll talk when it's over." Connor hung up and continued driving until he got to the event. As he pulled up on the valet line, he opened the glove compartment, taking out his invitation and he lowered the visor, taking one last glance at himself in the lighted visor mirror. "Miss Giselle Troufant," said Connor to himself, shaking his head as he looked at the envelope. "Geez, I already sound stuck up." Connor now exited the car, stuffing his cell phone in his purse as he waited in line to enter. As he got inside, he wasted no time downing a few glasses of crystal as he surveyed the crowd looking for Garth. He took his time observing the entire event as he mingled without saying much to anyone. "Would you like to join me at the bar?" said a man, coming up and hitting on him. "No, thank you," said Connor as he continued moving through the crowd. "So, great dress. You married?" said another ten minutes later as again he brushed him off. "Want to get some air and talk?" said a third man, as Connor rolled his eyes. "Sorry, some other time," said Connor, moving away as he took out his phone and was about to text Mr. Porter as he looked at the message on his screen "Getting hit on is a good sign. It means you're blending in well. Don't get frustrated," said Mr. Porter's text. "Now start mingling and asking around. His people are here, so he's somewhere." It had been over an hour now as Connor saw an usher coming towards him. "Good evening, Miss Troufant," said the usher, extending his hand. "I'm Sebastian." "Your presence is requested in the card room," Said the usher, extending his arm as curiously Connor took it and was escorted upstairs. They entered a private room with maybe 50 people in it, and suddenly there was Garth speaking to a small group of people with his arm around a leggy redhead, smoking a cigar. "Welcome Miss Troufant, I'm Rafael, Mr. Thorton's personal assistant," said a small man in a tuxedo. "Thank you for coming to this little private gathering. Mr. Thorton will be speaking shortly to all his honored private guests." "Wonderful. I look forward to it," said Connor, curious as he looked around seeing a number of beautiful women, and some Texas tycoon types. "While you wait please feel free to enjoy some of our casino games, and of course our finest cocktails," said Rafael, handing him a stack of chips. Connor took them, making his way to the money wheel type game and placed down a few chips as he kept glancing over at Garth. He gambled a bit, making observations as he sipped a cocktail until he looked up, feeling a thick arm around his waist. "You know you look an awful lot like somebody I know," said a chunky older man, rubbing his rib cage. "I'm sorry," said Connor, face to face with a familiar person as he recognized him from some business transactions. "I don't think we've met, sir." "Oh, I've got a photographic memory honey, but I'm having trouble placing you. Let me think about it, because there's no way I'd forget a gorgeous little number like you," said the man as Connor pushed back from him and they were interrupted by Garth, holding up a glass. "Everyone, please, a moment of your time!" said Garth, standing up on a chair. "I'll be brief and I know not all of you know me, but I'd like to just say thank you. I asked my team to gather together the people who donated over $10,000 each to the foundation this evening, for this private moment. For that you should all be proud, and we thank you." The small gathering exploded in applause as Connor gave his daintiest clap as everyone went back to their conversations. "So, where were we little philly?" said the man, placing his left arm back around Connor and extending his right hand. "I'm Rex Hagstrom by the way, and refresh my memory, dear." "I'm Giselle Troufant sir, and I'm sorry but I don't believe we've ever met," said Connor, shaking his hand loosely as he felt his other hand straying towards his ass. "Don't mind the old coot, Miss Troufant, he thinks he knows every beautiful woman this side of the Mexico," said Garth, pushing Rex's hand off of Connor. "You probably look like one of his six ex-wives." "Well then, that's very flattering Mr. Hagstrom," said Connor, smiling. "Seven, but who's counting," Joked Rex. "So Miss Troufant, it's a pleasure to meet you," said Garth, extending his hand. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Thorton," said Connor, smiling at him as he shook his hand. "But please, call me Giselle." "What a beautiful name. Please call me Garth as well," said Garth. "So Giselle, you're not from around here, are you?" "Gee, what gave that away?" teased Connor, playfully slapping Garth's arm. "Could it be my accent?" "Somethin' like that," said Garth, smiling back at him. "Yes, I'm a city girl," said Connor. "I've lived mostly up and down the east coast." "So what bring you to Texas?" said Garth, smiling at him. "Whatever it is, I like it." "Oh, a little business transaction or two, honey. I enjoy traveling down here and working with some of you good old boys from time to time," said Connor. "But now that I've finished my dealings prior to this evening, I took a break for just an ounce of pleasure." "Well lucky for our little foundation, then," said Garth, downing a shot. "Why don't we get further acquainted Giselle. May I show you something?" "Certainly, I'd like that," said Connor, looking at him. "Please excuse us, Mr. Hagstrom." "No problem, mame," said Rex, tipping his hat and joking. "Pleasure to meet you as well. Now was that Miss or Mrs. before you go, because as you know, I am between wives." "Easy old fella, but I think she's more your daughter's age," said Garth as he got up and held out his arm to Connor. "It's Miss," joked Connor, giving Rex a warm hug. "But I'm sure number eight will be one lucky woman." Connor knew this was his chance as his mind raced as they walked out to the balcony. When they got outside, he looked all around, trying to see if Mr. Porter may be able to see him standing near the rail. They looked out over what was a large, placid lake as Garth handed him a beer. "Sorry, let me grab something different," said Garth, taking it back. "Sorry, I'm used to Texas women, but lately I've grown more fond of the sophisticated type." "Is that so?" said Connor, turning towards him and making full eye contact as he handed him some champagne. "Indulge me." "You city girls are too smart for me," said Garth, smiling at him as he clicked glasses before sipping his champagne and taking Connor's hand. "I'm no match for that." "Oh please! Don't be so modest, Garth," said Connor sarcastically, before instantly feeling nervous as Garth was so softly rubbing his pinky. "I doubt you've gotten where you are without some extreme intellect." "I've gotten there with my southern charm," said Garth, gently pulling Connor away from the rail. "Now that I can see," said Connor, as Garth released Connor's hand and slid his hand onto Connor's back. Within seconds, Connor sensed a strange little shiver run down his spine, feeling Garth's finger tips softly run across his lower vertebrae as Garth's fingers touched the bare skin at the circular cut out on the back of his dress. He looked away as his mind raced, as he had been hopeful to get Garth in a position like this to cheat on Cheryl, yet was scared knowing he had now put himself in a bad situation. In his mind everything was happening in slow motion, as he was in deep thought, trying to figure a way out of his current predicament, yet trap Garth with evidence that he could show Cheryl. Reality though was quite different, as he froze, unable to react, feeling Garth's warm lips repeatedly pressing ever so softly from the left side under his chin and working their way to the back of his neck. "You're one exquisite woman," whispered Garth in his ear, as he lifted his lips from Connor's collarbone and leaned back, making direct eye contact. Connor's little shiver now turned to goose bumps as he cracked a small nervous smile, watching Garth's lips move towards his. He closed his eyes, knowing he had put himself in this position, trying to mentally accept what he had to do, feeling their initial touch. Within a blink, there was no turning back now as Garth's lips began moving across his. He was putty in Garth's hands, trembling as Garth's tongue entered his mouth as he tasted the blend of his saliva mixed with his wine and bourbon. It was so different being kissed than initiating the kiss, as his alpha role status had been stripped by that of his rival, realizing it was the deepest a tongue had ever penetrated into his throat. He did his best acting submissive, as Garth's tongue twisted around his and his hands were wandering across his back and ass. After a heated make out session, he panicked a bit, breaking the kiss as he felt Garth's firm member against the front of his dress, while Garth's left hand firmly gripped his ass. "Easy there, Garth," said Connor, softly pushing him back a bit. "Let's slow down a little here." "I'm sorry Giselle," said Garth, looking right into his eyes. "It's just that you're an amazing woman." "Thank you," said Connor, ready to vomit. "I have a suite upstairs. Why don't we go up there and have another drink," said Garth, touching Connor's thigh through the slit on his dress. "We can continue getting to know each other better up there." "Garth, I've gotta use the ladies room," Connor panicked. "I'll be right back." Connor grabbed his purse and ran to the ladies room. When he got inside, he grabbed his cell phone and tried texting Mr. Porter a few times. Frustrated, he was ready to slam his phone into the wall as he was unable to get service as some other women came in. He looked at his watch sitting in the stall, as they fussed and gossiped until they finally left. Realizing he had been in there over ten minutes now, he finally came out and figured he better get back out there and make his excuse. He freshened his lips, finger combed his hair, and headed back to Garth. "Miss Troufant," said a young well-dressed woman in a suit, as he made his way back to the balcony. "Yes," said Connor, turning around. "Hello madam I'm Betsy, Mr. Thorton's executive assistant. Miss Troufant, Mr. Thorton apologizes, but he was called away on immediate business," said Betsy. "Do you need me to call you a car?" "Just like that he's gone?" said Connor, surprised yet relieved. "Yes, mame it happens sometimes," said Betsy. "I'm sure he'll call you when he can." "I don't think he has my number," said Connor, giving her a look. "Here's my card if you need anything further, mame," said Betsy. "Good evening, Miss Troufant." Relieved but disgusted, Connor got in the elevator and down to his car. The second the valet pulled it up, he got in and dialed Mr. Porter. "Damn, I hate your voicemail. So that was crazy, and I'm sick to my stomach, but it worked!" said Connor excitedly into Mr. Porter's voicemail. "Make sure you get together only the pictures that don't show my face, and we can decide how we'll show them to her. I can't wait to get home to take a shower and get this disgusting feeling off my body. Call me as soon as you can." Connor got home and happily stripped off all his clothing. He jumped in the shower and scrubbed his face, removing most of his makeup and redialed Mr. Porter multiple times with no answer. Finally, exhausted from this crazy ordeal, he fell asleep before being woken in the morning by his doorbell. "Who is it?" said a groggy Connor over the intercom. "It's Trish. Are you ok?" said Trisha. "I brought you some coffee, and figured you'd need some help this morning!" "Oh thank goodness. I'll be right down!" said Connor, buzzing her in. "Aren't we a beauty in the morning?" Teased Trisha, as she came in seeing his hair all over the place, and mascara everywhere. "Thanks, it was a rough night," said Connor, scratching his head. "I bet," said Trisha, handing him some coffee and dropping a few bags on the table. "I figured you'd need some help getting some of this off." "Thanks," said Connor, as she took some cr?me, rubbing it on his face. "I took a shower, but passed out exhausted." "Some of this makeup is waterproof, so let's get rid of the raccoon look first, and the caked on stuff, then we'll soak off the nails," said Trisha, fully cleaning his face now. "That is unless you're not done prancing around." "Oh, I'm done alright," said Connor. "Well, did it work?" said Trisha, as she dipped his fingers in some bowls to soak. "Oh definitely," said Connor. "He's a bloody pig!" "No way! What happened? Come on, I need details and don't hold back. We're girlfriends now!" Teased Trisha as the door bell rang again. "Porter, come in," said Connor, seeing him in the surveillance camera and buzzing him in. "Morning Trisha, and hello Mr. Cirillo," said Mr. Porter. "So, where the hell were you? I texted and called you a dozen times last night!" said Connor. "We got it all right. Once we show her the kiss, it definitely over." "Holy shit, Connor. You kissed him?" said Trisha, stunned. "See, that's the problem," said Mr. Porter. "Once you stepped back from the railing, you stepped out of sight. I've got no video of anything revealing." "You have to be kidding me!" said Connor, frustrated. "I think I'm going to puke." "Well, if you feel sick now, then you're going to feel worse in a minute," said Mr. Porter. "Once he left you, he spent over an hour on the phone with Cheryl, telling her how much he missed her and couldn't wait to see her. After that, he did attend a private party but then I couldn't track him fully inside, but sources told me he was all over some leggy, big busted blonde. He's obviously a womanizer, but he's smart enough to stay private, and unfortunately you were just another girl he tried to screw while his girlfriend is away. My guess is once he figured you weren't putting out, he was off to the next one. You just weren't memorable." "It may be none of my business, but I wished you would have listened to me, Connor," said Trisha, wiping his fingers. "I did listen to you. I went to your beautician, and she made me look pretty damn good I thought," said Connor. "I tried, and it just didn't work." "Connor, yes you looked amazing, but unfortunately you gave him what he already had," said Trisha. "What the hell does that mean, Trisha?" Yelled Connor. "Don't take this the wrong way, but in Cheryl he's got a gorgeous city girl that of course you can't measure up to," Trisha lectured. "I know that, but I tried," said Connor. "Obviously I can't measure up to Cheryl!" "No, you tried to give him another version of Cheryl, with that sleek cut, designer gown, and that fufu type model name," said Trisha, getting emotional. "I told you to give him a good southern girl. Sorry to say, but that's what men down here really want. There may be some that want a glam 5th Ave type and I could be wrong, but I think I'm right on this. He may be rich and powerful, but underneath he's a good ol' boy! As far as I'm concerned, you blew your shot by giving him what he already had, not what he might have taken the bait for?" "You waited until now to say this," whined Connor. "Connor, you're kidding me right?" said Trisha, throwing up her arms. "You're really not the type that's a good listener. Last time I looked, you're the type that does what the hell he wants. You took the idea and ran with it." "You're right," said Connor, nodding and smiling. "Believe me, I wish I could do it over again. If I knew what I know now, I definitely could trap him." "Well Mr. Cirillo, that may be possible if you really want to go that route," said Mr. Porter. "Why don't we hire a woman that fits what Trisha believes he is looking for, and that maybe we can get him to bite. You can brief her and train her and hopefully that will work. Time is running short until Cheryl gets back, so you'll need to hit it out of the park this time. You'll need someone to really wow him." "That's going to take too long, and then I'm dealing with the unknown again. That didn't work last time," said Connor. "You said I wasn't memorable, and he was pretty hammered. Trisha, do you think your friend Carrie can make me into the type of woman you are describing?" "Another makeover?" said Trisha. "You can't be serious." "Absolutely," said Connor. "I'll shut up and go with what you think best." "I think you'd have to be extremely different though, and it's very risky. He was pretty drunk, but who could really know exactly what he remembers," said Mr. Porter, interrupting. "You're window is tight, but according to his schedule, he'll be in meetings until tomorrow and then out tomorrow night with some college buddies. If you're going to try this, tomorrow night would be your chance. You've got maybe 36 hours." "You said I wasn't memorable, but this time I will be," said Connor. "Please make the call Trisha. Call Carrie. It's a risk I'm willing to take." Trisha called up Carrie and nodded her head as Carrie agreed, while Connor was sitting there getting himself mentally ready. "Ok," said Trisha, shaking her head at him. "She said yes. She'll be taking you at noon tomorrow. I'll take off work and meet you there." "You are one crazy son of a bitch," said Mr. Porter, chuckling. "Let me go back to my job monitoring this asshole and I'll see you tomorrow. Once I have more details about where they are going. I'll pass them along." "I better get to work, so I can take off tomorrow," said Trisha, kissing his cheek. "Once you find out more, let me know Mr. Porter, and we'll plan his wardrobe accordingly." Connor studied all the women he sent in as escorts, and then all the pictures and background of Garth's ex-girlfriends. When he finished, he jumped in his car, making call after call as he drove until he reached his destination. It was a busy day for him and he returned home later that evening exhausted from his own covert mission, falling asleep until finally he was awakened the next morning by the phone ringing. "So, where you been?" said Trisha. "I've been calling you all night, and so has Mr. Porter? Are we still on with Carrie?" "Shit, sorry, been passed out," said Connor, looking at his watch. "Yes, I'm on my way. See you in a bit." Connor arrived at Savvion and quickly marched in as Carrie and Trisha were waiting. "I thought you might have had a change of heart," said Trisha, looking at her watch as Connor stood at the reception counter. "You're never late for anything, and when I couldn't get you last night and didn't hear from you this morning, I didn't know what to think." "Well, I was a little tied up yesterday," said Connor. "But you know me, when I decide something, I go all the way." "Ok, let's get it going, Connor," said Carrie, coming over. "Trisha and I have a plan, and it's going to take some time. When I'm done with you, nothing's going to resemble that pretty little city girl type. I'll give Garth a Texas beauty that'll make him forget she ever existed." "And I've got a few ideas that'll distract him from making too much eye contact anyway," said Trisha smiling and holding out her chest. "Once Carrie's done with you, I made you an appointment at a place where we can get you fitted for some big silicon inserts, and a good push up bra. From the looks of those ex-girlfriends, he likes the voluptuous ladies, so that's going to be part of the look today." "We're on the same page with that one Trisha, but you can cancel that appointment," said Connor. "No seriously, Connor," said Trisha, holding her hands over her breasts. "You told me you would go with what I'm telling you, and I know this type. He likes a girl that's got some tatas, and I don't think you should cancel it. Trust me, let me hide them in the right top. I think you getting some curves will be a big bonus. It'll be weird for you, but last time you didn't have much in that department, so I think just changing his eye level will be a helpful distraction." "Stop reasoning with him, Trisha," yelled Carrie. "Honey, down here they like their ladies to have some hooters. We're not just skin and bones like up north. Now we've got to do this right!" "Who said you were wrong!" said Connor, smiling as he walked out from behind the counter. "I think the distraction factor is huge!" "You didn't!" yelled Trisha, covering her mouth. "I did," said Connor. "I'm taking no chances this time." "Looks like you will be doing a skimpier top then you even imagined, won't you Trisha?" Carrie teased. "You are one crazy mother. Let's go get you ready, Dolly!" "They're swollen. They're not as big as you think," said Connor. "No, I think they're just right actually," said Trisha, still stunned. "I'll call and cancel, but we're going to need some good bras, aren't we." "Well, they're a full C cup, because that's the most they felt they could stretch me into," said Connor. :They said they'd look much bigger in the beginning, but I'll probably need a D cup bra." "At least," said Trisha, as Connor followed Carrie over to her chair and sat down as she gently wrapped her cape around his neck. "Sorry honey. I bet those are pretty sore!" said Carrie. "Yeah, but I'm still pretty medicated," said Connor. "That's why I overslept, and didn't return any calls last night. It was kind of a last second thing yesterday afternoon." "You are crazy," said Trisha. "How the hell will you get them out?" "I paid for them to come out already," said Connor. "It was part of the deal. Trust me, it wasn't easy to get someone to do them, but money talks!" "Well, I'll take them when you're done, honey," teased Carrie. "My husband always says I could use a lift." "Easy, it hurts to laugh!" said Connor. "Ok, all business from here, Miss Hooters," Teased Carrie, uncovering a cart filled with cosmetics. "Sit back and relax. This is going to take a while." She instantly dropped a warm towel over his face and leaned him back, carefully removing any little stubble. When she was satisfied, she blended some creams, moistening his skin before walking away for a bit and then returned, dotting his face with foundation and smoothing it with her sponge. "I'm going to just do some concealer, honey to hide those circles," said Carrie, blending under his eyes. "You're going to need some real r & r when this is all said and done." "You're right about that Carrie," chuckled Connor, as she was brushing on some blush. "You know it's funny to say, but a man that would go this far for any woman is definitely more of a man than most," said Carrie, dusting his face with some powder now before tapping his thigh. "Alright, let's go wash that mop and we'll continue." Connor followed her over to the salon sink as he sat back obediently. She washed and scrubbed his hair as he sat there relaxed, before realizing it was going to be a long process. With a towel on his head ,they returned to her salon chair as she rolled up a large cart and began opening a series of drawers and taking out some thin, long strands of hair, a series of tools, plus brushes, combs, and scissors. "Ok, baby. You're about to get some long, gorgeous hair," said Carrie, as she brushed through his wet hair and pinned it on top if his head with a series of jaw clips and silver pins. He watched in the mirror as slowly but surely she was adding thin strand by thin strand at the back of his head using a tool and some heat. "Stop cheating, honey," said Carrie, spinning his chair away from the mirror. "No point watching every little strand. Work like this takes time." It must have been over two hours when finally she placed down her tools and brushed his hair with a wide toothed brush. "Don't get alarmed, it's a process dear," said Connor, as she spun his chair and she saw his reaction to his reflection, with huge bushy hair everywhere. "I'll wash you out and then I'll be shaping it." Again she brought him over to the sink and took her time, washing and rinsing his hair. She softly towel dried his extended head of hair and then began carefully brushing through it. He watched in the mirror before she brushed a huge section of his natural hair in front of his eyes, and he could see glimpses of her twisting and pinning sections on top of his head. It was hard to view exactly what she was doing through his damp stringing hanging locks, but he could see her stretching long sections at the back of his head, and then between her fingers as she trimmed them. She jumped to the left and then to the right, as she didn't seem to be cutting much as just small clumps of his hair rolled down the front of his cape as he sat there. "Almost done layering, and then we'll get to the real work," said Carrie, as she was brushing through his hair on each side. "Weren't the extensions the hard part?" questioned Connor, as she was brushing the hair out of his eyes and holding it straight up now. "There's no hard part, Connor," said Carrie, using her rattail comb to part his hair straight across at his forehead. "It's just time consuming." She grabbed that section, brushing through it and redid it a few times until she was satisfied, combing it in front of his eyes. Through his wet locks, he could see her twisting a large section on top of his head and then pinning it as she again grabbed her scissor. "Look down, please," said Carrie, as Connor looked towards his lap but in no way could avoid seeing some long strands of his hair blocking his vision as the blades of the scissors steamrolled across the bridge of his nose. It didn't take a genius to realize his newly formed long bangs enabled unobstructed vision, but he could see nothing but Carrie's chest as she was tugging the hair on top of his head straight up, and trimming. Huge clumps of hair were falling everywhere now, rolling down his cape as she worked backwards towards the crown of his head before finally resting her scissors, and brushing his hair. "Ok, time to set sweetie," said Carrie, stepping out of the way as she rolled over yet another cart. "Wow, it's really long," said Connor, seeing the hair on each side of his face flowing past his chest to his rib cage and then pulling out his hand, touching the side and then the top. "But pretty short on top." "It's just really layered everywhere, honey," said Carrie, opening a drawer and handing him some thin small papers. "The back and sides will look a lot shorter once they're curled. Now I'm going to get my assistant to help roll you up and things will move a lot quicker now." Carrie called over a young beautician as again she began creating and pinning sections. "All those things are going on my head? All those colors!" said Connor, surprised. "Different size rods form different size curls honey," said Carrie as she worked. "I'll be dividing your hair into nine sections, and we'll be doing the larger purple rods on top, which will just give us the body we want and not as tight a curl. On the longest sections in the back, we'll use the white, and the grey on the sides and that will give us the curl we're looking for. You've got to realize you've got a lot of hair now, so this is going to eat up quite a few rods, especially when we need to piggyback them. Just sit back and hand up the papers and before you know it, you'll be a stunner!" "You girls weren't kidding when you said I'd be in for a long day today," said Connor, as he could see her creating the sections in the mirror. He sat patiently as she worked with her assistant, handing paper after paper as tight neat rows were forming across his head. He was amazed at how expertly she slid a small section of his hair, folding over the paper and tightly rolling it before securing it. The two women worked like a well-oiled machine as finally she closed the top of the cart and he moved his tilted his head to the right and left, seeing the different colored rows. Her assistant now began removing some cotton from a package, and carefully surrounded his head just beneath the rollers on his forehead and before he knew it, he was circled in cotton. Carrie now had on some gloves as she worked from behind him saturating his head, squirting a solution from a bottle as he sat there staring at his odd reflection in tight rollers. When she finished, her assistant removed the damp cotton and replaced it with fresh dry cotton and then Carrie tapped his thigh. "Oh, looks like they're ready to begin your nails, honey. Go get started and we'll be jumping around a bit," said Carrie, as she placed a clear plastic cap over his head and tied the chin strap. "We've got a schedule to keep honey, and a perm on hair this long takes time." "I got a perm?" said Connor, surprised as he sat at a nail station. "I look like a granny in this!" "You're worried about a perm?" said Carrie, surprised as they began cleaning his nails. "You let them put silicon inside your chest, and you're worried about some chemicals on your hair. I thought we were way past that point." "No, I'm not worried about the perm. I have complete confidence in you," said Connor. "I just thought those were out right now. Sorry, I'm used to Cheryl and the girls I know from the city doing more precision cuts, and straight hair. I just assumed you were doing stuff like that on me, until I saw all the colored rollers, then I wasn't sure." "Yes, those are perm rods, and you going to be a curly girl, honey," said Carrie. "A curly girl Texas style. I think it'll be pretty far from a granny! You'll see." Connor looked down, seeing the nail technician gluing long extensions to his fingers now and filing them. He watched as she shaped and filled them until he became worried as she began coating them. "Aren't they kind of long," said Connor. "Ci," said the technician. "How am I going to grab anything with these?" said Connor. "Ci," said the technician. "You don't speak English, or have any idea what I am saying, do you?" "Ci," said the technician. Connor just sat there with his hands under the dryer as he glanced down from time to time, watching his hands being transformed with very long, square tipped, French nail extensions. "No she doesn't honey, but she does some good work," said Carrie. "Come on, let's wash you out." The technician inserted some separators between his fingers as he walked with Carrie back to the sink. It wasn't easy to relax with his fingers awkwardly held apart, and his head filled with wet rods. They cautiously leaned him back and he felt the rush of the warm water as Carrie thoroughly rinsed him, massaging a bit with her gloves. They rinsed him for over five minutes, as it was tranquil for a short time, before she blotted sections of his hair ,checking to insure all traces of the perm solution were gone. They then sat him up at the basin and applied a fresh strip of cotton wool around the hairline and changed the capes around his neck. Carrie now took a pad of cotton wool, further blotting any excess moisture from his hair and changed her gloves. "Ok, let's get in that neutralizer, and before you know it, we can dry you up honey," said Carrie, holding a bottle and saturating his head with the neutralizer now. Carefully, she made sure to soak each individual rod and then pulled off her gloves. She placed her hand on his forehead now and took a little strip to his brows, as he jumped a bit. "Sorry hun!" said Carrie, shaping a bit. "I figured I may as well fix 'em while I'm here, because they're gonna show quite a bit in this hairdo. Lucky for you that you took good care of them, so this was just for some shaping. Ok, see you in about five minutes or so." Connor sat there spacing out as finally Carrie returned and began removing the perm rods. She gently unwound each one, removing the end paper as she worked, and when all the rods were finally out, applied the second application of neutralizer to his hair, paying particular attention to the ends. When the timer sounded as time elapsed for the second neutralizer application, she again rinsed the remaining neutralizer thoroughly from his hair and massaged a surface conditioner before gently rinsing that out as well. "Nice, soft and curly honey," said Carrie, carefully removing some moisture. "Come back to my chair and let's finish making you beautiful." Connor followed her and immediately saw his head full of kinky wet ringlets as he sat down. She spun him away from the mirror now and pushed a large diffuser on the end of her hair dryer as she switched it on. He sat there as she pulled most of his long locks onto his back and worked with her fingers, lifting and drying his hair. She then moved to his left as she grabbed her hair pic as he could see the odd springing of some of the curls as he peeked to the left as she lifted them, drying them. She jumped over to the right as she continued drying, and then took a round wire brush and began lifting the hair on top of his head, rolling it away from his face. She brushed through the top a few time and then combed downward onto his forehead, as she removed the diffuser and continued to dry it. "Ok, we're going to let the rest air dry just a bit, while I do the top and finish your face," said Carrie, holding a comb and a curling iron in front of him now. She brushed the hair from temple to temple now forward and horizontally sectioned off about two inchs straight across as she stretched it straight up, inserting a 1 inch curling iron and rolling away from his face. She was humming now as she held it for about twenty seconds, and then repeated the style as she created two more identical perfectly formed rolls. He stretched his eyes upward now as he could see her brushing the last remaining section into her fingers, and this time rolling it under towards his forehead, before finally releasing it and placing down the iron. She now took a large pink can of hairspray and took her palm, covering his eyes as he felt the stickiness saturate his forehead and crown before hitting it with some heat from her hair dryer and walking away. "Ok, look up and try not to blink," said Carrie, as she returned grabbing his right upper lash with a metallic eyelash curler. "Once I curl them, I'm going to do your inner lids and water line, so just bear with me." "I've been bearing for hours," joked Connor. "Haven't I?" "Yes, you're a wonderful client," said Carrie, taking a liquid liner to the inside his lashes. "Now be still!" She jumped over, curling on the other side now and again lined that eye. When she was satisfied, she opened a plastic container, removing a thick fake eyelash and measured it against his lash line. He watched as she took her scissor, trimming it and coating the end with some glue as she blew on it a few time before carefully pressing it over his real lashes. She repeated it on the other side, and then slid open a large color pallet as she mixed and blended on his lids. Again she took some loose powder, softly coating him everywhere from his forehead to his neck before jumping back and forth, coating his lashes in mascara. "You do some amazing work, Carrie," said Trisha, now showing up with some bags. "Thank you," said Carrie, as she continued coating his lashes. "How did you make out?" "Wonderful! I love shopping with your cards, Connor," Trisha teased. "Hopefully I can use them again to shop for myself next time. I saw some many cute things out there." "Anytime. After all this help you've given me, I'll treat you to a shopping spree," said Connor. "You may not say that after you see the bills I rang up for you, honey," teased Trisha. "Being a girl isn't cheap! So can I dress him, or do you want to finish up?" "No, let's get him dressed. I've got to do his lips, and I'll finish his hair," said Carrie. "You can stand dear ,and let's go in the back." Connor stood as Carrie removed his cape and then walked with Trisha and Carrie to the backroom. Carrie helped Trisha remove his clothes and then carefully unwrapped some of the bandages around his implants as he stood only in his underwear. "Ok, hope this doesn't hurt too much," said Trisha, slipping a white, underwire bra over his arms and gently cupping his breasts as she adjusted some bandages. "Oh, I'm on a ton of meds," said Connor, as she buckled it on his back. "But whew!! I still feel that a little. Easy!" "Sorry," said Trisha, adjusting the straps, lifting up his breasts a bit as she tried hiding the bandages a bit. "It's just I'm pretty sure you didn't go through all this to hide them, or show the bandages." "Of course not!" said Connor, amazed and bending his chin down. "I'm amazed they actually could do this." "I'm not," said Trisha, shaking hers in jest. "But I bet yours cost a lot more than mine." "Yeah well it was a last minute thing, so I paid through the nose and already paid to get them out," said Connor, as she held out some panties. "Thank goodness I knew the surgeon's partner, and he still charged me double and had me sign my life away." "So can you see down there to tuck yourself?" said Trisha, turning her head, trying to be mindful. "Or do you need my help with the gaff. This part is kind of awkward." "I got it, I think," said Connor, pulling on the underwear and tucking himself away. "I need to be able to do this anyway I guess, and it's reaching down and not up." "Ok, I know you can't lift your arms too well right now, so I picked something you could easily get into," said Trisha, unbuttoning a top. "This will be appropriate for now, but I know Mr. Porter has outlined an entire strategy." Trisha slipped his top over his arms and then fastened some little buttons up on his back. She next opened a little package, slipping some thin, dark knee highs over his feet and then took some jeans from her shopping bag. He stepped into them as she slid them up and buttoned them, before zipping the zipper and she slipped some simple slippers on his feet. "Ok, go let Carrie finish you up and I'll get your shoes," said Trisha, as he stood up and walked with her. He hopped back in her salon chair and she immediately got to work on his lips. "Open as big as you can, Connor," said Carrie, as she took her pencil, outlining his lips. When he closed them, she took her lip brush and coated his lips a few times. She then walked behind him and started lifting small sections of his hair with her fingers, while triggering constantly with a pump spray. She circled him three or four times, lifting and tugging each time as he could hear the consistent spurting sound as she inserted her fingers between his curls. "Lean all the way forward now, sweetie," said Carrie, guiding his head downward. "Let's point your forehead towards the floor." He now felt the stickiness of hairspray all over his neck as she was saturating him as his head hung almost upside down as she used her pic, teasing at his neckline. She switched her dryer on low as he felt the heat whistle through his hair until finally she pushed him back upward and pushed at his hair with her palms. "We are going to have ourselves one pretty little Texas girl, aren't we?" said Carrie, taking a hair pic and digging it in, scratching his temple on the left side. As she pulled the hair away from his ear, she was heavily spraying and softly hitting it with her dryer until she finally jumped to the right now. As she again fussed with his hair, Trisha changed his earrings and touched his neck with some extremely strong perfume. "Ok, once I brush out the rolls on top and fix those bangs, you're out of here baby," said Carrie, as Trisha was now kneeling and slipping on his shoes. Carrie took a wide tooth brush now and began brushing out the sections she did with her curling iron on top of his head. As she brushed, she sprayed and teased as she blended the three rolls together and pulled at them. Connor could easily feel the tugging and teasing this time as this was all his natural hair before she finally took a stiff round brush to his forehead. "One last time with the finish spray, Connor," said Carrie as she covered his eyes and this time circled him with a large aerosol can. "You don't smoke, do you? Or how about Garth?" "No, why, and he doesn't as far as I know," said Connor, confused as she finished. "You might really ignite him right now," joked Carrie as she pulled off his cape. She stepped back admiring her work as Trisha lifted his hair, placing a necklace on him. She then came back around adjusted it as he felt it touching between his new mounds and stepped back with Carrie as they both nodded, looking at him. "Stand up, Connor," said Trisha, slipping his arm into a little jacket as she lifted his hair on top of it. "He's not gonna last five minutes, is he?" said Carrie, looking him over. "Are you kidding?" Whined Connor after all this. "I was passable before all the boobs and hair. You really think he'll recognize me right away!" "I dion't think that's what Carrie meant," said Trisha grinning. "Honey, I meant a girl like you, well with those perky hooters and the big sexy hair," said Carrie, shaking her head while smiling. "Well let's just say, you're gonna have to beat the boys off with a stick. Especially any of the good 'ol boys! But see for yourself, darlin'." Connor spun around and caught the first good look of himself after all Carrie's work, stunned at his new appearance. His shoulders and back were covered in a mass of tight, permed brunette curls as his new mane streamed down each side, framing his busty cleavage. He looked amazingly younger as his forehead was daintily covered now with cute straight bangs which were slightly turned under, but behind his new bangs, his hair was brushed away from his face and now formed a huge helmet like, poofy look, standing a good 4 to five inches above the crown before it blended into the tight curls. He touched the poof, seeing it barely move as it felt hard as a rock, as did the sections just above each ear, which were teased away from his ears, revealing some huge topaz and silver dangling earrings. He shook his head, slightly hearing the earrings faintly clang like little chimes, but saw his hair barely move, each layer was plastered in place. He closed his thickly lined left eye, focusing on his large thick false lash in front of his blended dark charcoal shadows, with just a touch of dark blue near the outer crease, and then licked his maroon heart shaped matte lips. He took both hands, feeling how his breasts were firmly held under the thick maiden style bra hidden under the super low cut ,white tapered blousy top, as it was amazing to see the topaz and silver v-shaped necklace sit perfectly between his amazing hooters. On his feet were black pointy suede boots covered in fringes on the outside, which cuffed just below his knee and had 3 ? inch silver metallic heels, and over his shoulders he had on a matching suede jacket with fringes down each arm. It was a fairly comfortable look he thought, but was interesting to see how no bulge was evident at all in his skin tight jeans, which drew his eye down to their button fly hidden just below the huge silver sparkly buckle of his black studded belt. "Say cheese," said Trisha, snapping a picture with her cell phone and hitting some keys. "It's just for Mr. Porter. He's making you an I.D. just in case." "Why do I need an I.D.?" said Connor as Trisha was slipping big bracelets on him now. "Don't take off the fringe jacket with these on," said Trisha, as Connor jiggled the huge silver bangles on his right wrist. "The arms are pretty tapered, so it won't fit over these, and watch you don't catch your nails or the rings. We all do it. Now shush, and we'll call him in a second." "I doubt I can do anything with these," said Connor, extending his fingers, staring at the huge blue sapphire ring on his left middle finger. "Oh, you'd be surprised," teased Carrie. "Just use the inside of your fingers, and you'll be fine. I just did all your hair and makeup, and mine are almost as long as yours." "Hey, Mr. Porter. Yes that's him, and he's ready," said Trisha, answering her phone. "Yeah, I'll put you on speaker." "Well, Connor you have outdone yourself this time, my friend," said Mr. Porter. "I just want to finish this," said Connor. "I know I went a little nuts, but I'm determined." "I know, so I have an entire plan which I'm confident you can execute," said Mr. Porter. "In ten minutes, your ride will be here. I've hired two other women to accompany you ,so you won't be alone because you'll be in a large bar filled with other patrons." "So that's where he'll be tonight. A bar?" said Connor. "Yes, so you'll be potentially competing with other women for his attention, as well as he'll be out drinking with a bunch of his buddies," said Mr. Porter. "The other ladies are your support system, and I've instructed them on everything I expect of them. When the car arrives, they'll be in it, as will your new cell phone, and it'll be making a quick pit stop to get your new I.D. Trisha, Carrie, and my cell numbers will be programmed in it, just in case and I'll be tracking you at all times. Be careful in there, and realize you're a southern girl now." "I know. Let's hope Trisha's right, and I'm his type. So, all I have to do is try to get picked up and you tape it?" said Connor. "That's still the plan, right?" "Connor, southern girls just don't get picked up like in a big city bar," said Carrie. "You'll need to be more charming than slutty, and obviously you can't sleep with him." "Giselle was a little too easy for him, and we don't want him to lose interest if he gets an inclinination that you're not putting out right away," said Trisha. "You need to be flirty, but play a little harder to get. Trust me, that won't be easy when he sees you, but that should keep him interested." "Honey, there's not a redneck this side of the Mississippi that wouldn't kill his brother for a night with a girl that looks like you," Carrie teased. "Trisha did a nice job with your outfit 'cause you'll fit right in with the tight jeans and big hair, especially with those boobs, but you gotta not be a little vixen." "Wait? Are you saying I shouldn't try to get picked up?" said Connor. "I'm confused here?" "Not exactly," said Mr. Porter. "The plan is for you to hopefully meet, but not move as fast as you did last time. I want you to reel him in, and I'll be documenting evidence the entire time. If we show you are more than a one night stand, my thinking is he'll want to be with you and maybe not Cheryl. We can either document this and show Cheryl and hope she gets crazy dumping him, or give him what I think he really wants, therefore leaving nothing to chance. If we do that, I'm pretty sure they'll both move on, which will give you exactly what you want in the long run. You didn't get those boobs put in for one date anyway, did you?" "I really didn't think about it that way, but it makes sense. I agree!" said Connor, with confidence checking himself out in the mirror. "Ok, the new and improved Giselle is ready." "Giselle Troufant is gone, Connor! Plus, we can't use that name again for obvious reasons, and it's not appropriate for a Texas lady," said Mr. Porter. "Never forget you're a southern belle now, and make sure you use a little twang in your voice when you speak. You're new I.D. is already on its way to your car. You're Lori Lynne Carter now, so get out there reel in your man, Lori Lynne."