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Double Your Pleasure Double Your Fun By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "I can't believe we pulled this off!" Melanie said, breaking a kiss with her boyfriend, Steve. "This is going to be an incredible weekend." "I'm so psyched," said Steve, wiping his sweaty palms. "You're sure your dad won't be home? You tell me how over protective he is, and that makes me pretty nervous." "Relax, he's so excited about taking Brenda away for a romantic weekend for the first time, he barely cares I'm alive today," Melanie replied. "I'll just have to make sure I answer the phone right away and tell him I'm fine, but other than that we're good." "Did you tell him about me yet? I mean you're a senior, so he's got to trust you eventually and let you have a boyfriend," Steve asked her, as he pulled off his shirt. "I mean come on, you'll be in college next year." "He trusts me. It's just... I'm all he has," said Melanie taking off her school blazer. "To him I'm still his little girl, and he hates the idea of sharing me with any boys. Why do you think he made sure I'm in an all-girls academy? He knows I'm friends with plenty of guys, so eventually I'll tell him I'm seeing someone." "Ok, that's cool," Steve undid her little cross tie and unbuttoned her blouse. "I just wouldn't want to meet him for the first time being caught alone with you." "Yeah, that would be a massive problem," said Melanie, kissing him as she rubbed his crotch through his pants. "But let's not worry about that and ruin the mood here!" "If you say so." Steve smiled as he touched her back and stomach under her shirt. "'Cause I'm feeling pretty nervous. Maybe you should just call him and make sure he's already gone." "Stop worrying; it's taken him years to start dating again, so right now I don't want him worrying about me," Melanie french kissed him deeply. "Shouldn't we be more worried about your mom finding out that you're not at Jeff's. What if she calls there?" "Well, my mom trusts me, so we're good." Steve pulled off her shirt. "She'll call me a few times and we'll be fine. I stay there all the time and she never calls, except for my cell." Steve dipped his head, kissing her breasts between her bra as his hands were wandering everywhere. He pushed her back on her bed as she unbuckled his pants and they slipped to his ankles. He knelt and softly kissed her through her panties before pulling them off and dropping her skirt. "Oh, I've been dying for this," said Melanie, pushing his face back into her privates. "I'm so hot for you!" She began moaning as he went to work, until she jumped up suddenly, hearing a car pull in the driveway. "Holy shit!" Screamed Melanie as he looked out the window. "He's here!" "Melanie!" Yelled her father, coming in to the house and tossing his keys on the counter. "I'm back." "Be right down, dad," Melanie shouted down, scrambling and panicking. "Get in my bathroom. Quick, grab everything." Melanie tossed all of their clothes in the bathroom and jumped into her bathrobe, running downstairs. "Hey daddy," Melanie kissed her father. "What happened? I thought this was the big weekend away?" "Oh, it's changed," her father told her with a disappointed look on his face. "Her ex-husband had a change in plans, so she had to go get her boys. I'm not sure what we're doing yet, but she'll be calling soon and we'll figure out something to do locally. Why are you in a bathrobe? I thought you'd be hitting the mall like you usually do on Friday?" "Well, yeah in a bit," said Melanie, trying to think of an excuse. "I just got out of my uniform." "What the hell was that?" said her father, interrupting her and hearing a noise. "Is someone else here?" "Oh, just my friend Britney is here," Melanie panicked. "You said I could have one of my friends hang with me to keep me company while you were gone. She's in the bathroom." "Oh that's the nice girl from your school, right?" Asked her father. "Yes, dad," Melanie replied. "Oh good. I think that's great," said her father. "I feel better with you not being alone." "I thought you would," said Melanie. "So go and have fun with Brenda and don't worry about me. I know it'll be good for you." "Thanks I will, but it won't be until much later," said her father. "Now go and put something on and bring her down so I can meet her." "Meet her?" said Melanie. "Well, she's in the bathroom. You know... having some girl problems." "Oh, I get it," said her father, making a face. "Ok, that's more information than I needed, honey. Well, I'll be watching some tv, so just bring her down when she feels a little better. Relax, I won't grill her or embarrass her." "Ok," said Melanie, trying to figure out what to do as she ran upstairs and into her bedroom. "Open up, and keep your voice down." "What the hell," yelped Steve, who was shirtless in the bathroom. "Is he gone?" "No, and he heard you up here!" Melanie complained. "You were supposed to be quiet." "Sorry, I tripped pulling on my pants so quickly," said Steve, shaking. "What are we going to do? Why did you tell him I was in your room. Is he flipping out? Am I dead?" "Calm down. He's not angry," said Melanie. "Get undressed. Take your pants and underwear back off." "Get undressed?" Steve asked. "Are you nuts?" "No, I told him my friend Britney was here from school," Melanie told him as she unbuttoned his pants. "Now, you're barely taller than me, skinny as a rail and have that ratty ponytail. We can do this. Now stop being a baby and I'll help you squeeze into my uniform. He thinks you just got here after school." "You are nuts," Cried Steve. "I can't pass for a girl." "Shut up, and drop your pants," said Melanie, pushing down his pants. "If you've got any interest in living past tonight or resuming where we left off, you'll wiggle into that skirt right now. Come on, stop whining and let's get through this!" Steve took a deep breath as Melanie wouldn't take no for an answer as she finished stripping him. He stood in shock, not believing this could be happening as she took one of her bras from her hamper and slid it over his arms. After she buckled it and adjusted the straps, she rummaged through the hamper again before stuffing some dirty ankle socks in each side until she was satisfied with the shape. She took her blouse, sliding his arms through it and then quickly buttoned it up. She then took her long knee socks from the floor and rolled them up his legs as he stood there paralyzed in shock. Half the hamper was on the floor now as she pulled out some white panties, sliding them up his legs as she pushed his shrivelled manhood back and snapped them on tightly. "That's so tight," Steve yelped. "That's not comfortable. It hurts." "It's got to be. Now shush and deal with it," said Melanie pulling them back up even more firmly between his butt cheeks, wedging it in. "Now step in." Melanie quickly held out her skirt as Steve stepped into it as she tucked the blouse in neatly before spinning him around, fastening the little button and zipping him up. She stepped back looking at him before rolling her eyes and opening the shower door. "Just what's showing, ok? Help me hold up the skirt?" said Melanie as she filled her hand with lather, rubbing it on his thighs and holding a pink razor in the other hand. Your hair is too dark." He couldn't believe how fast she worked as he held the skirt, feeling the razor slide down to his knees as she slid his socks down slightly. She worked quickly on his legs, then she took a towel, wiping away any moisture before fixing his socks and turning her attention to his face. "I'll just take away the shine, and make you presentable," said Melanie, blending in a little foundation. "You can't wear makeup to school," said Steve as she rubbed concealer under his eyes. "Aren't I supposed to be your classmate?" "We all cheat a little, and they don't care as long as you keep it natural," said Melanie, taking a strip to his upper lip and ripping away a little hair. "We don't have stubble either, so say goodbye to that dirt on your lip that isn't growing anyway." "Hey, that's two months growth," said Steve as she made him chuckle as she powdered his face. "See, you're relaxing. You'll be fine," Melanie coated his lashes a few times and then just touched up his cheeks with a slight amount of blush. "Practice speaking softly, and you'll be fine." "I hope you know what you're doing," replied Steve as she pulled out his pony now. "Shush," said Melanie, brushing his hair and slipping on a plaid headband. "You've got great hair. Lucky for us your mother hasn't made you cut it." "She hates it," said Steve as Melanie was lifting it and spraying it, making it fuller. "Well, I doubt my dad would love me dating a guy with long hair and earrings either, but that's for another day." "Well I love it and we at least don't have to change those little diamond studs. For today, they'll be perfect," said Melanie, now rubbing on some clear lip gloss. "Ok, let me change and we'll get this over with." Melanie ran back into her bedroom and jumped into some jeans and a top as Steve stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe what she was making him do as he nervously looked at himself in the mirror in her academy uniform. His face looked flawless with a hint of shine from the translucent powder and the clear lip gloss. His eyes seemed larger behind the thick mascara and it was crazy to see his dark hair pulled back tightly behind a thick maroon and grey plaid headband, only to be teased upward and outward, making it look thick on his shoulders. It was nauseating as he gazed down, seeing his hairless thighs above the thick white socks and below the plaid maroon, grey, and white pleated skirt, which perfectly hid his pulled back member. "Come put on the jacket," said Melanie, coming back in and snapping the little matching plaid cross tie as she folded over his round collar neatly. "My dad will be getting impatient." She then held out the grey blazer and he slid it on. "It's pretty tight," said Steve, tugging at the sleeves before pointing at the shoes. "I don't think I'll fit in these." "You'll have to. Fold your toes up a little," Melanie said, jamming his feet in the loafers. "They're ugly shoes, but they stretch a bit, and just don't button up my blazer." "Holy crap," said Steve. "I hope this works." "Girls, are you decent?" said Melanie's father, knocking on the door. "Can I come in?" "Quick, sit," Melanie pushed him back on the bed. "Sure dad, come in," said Melanie. "Hi Britney," said her father, walking over and extending his hand. "I'm John, Melanie's father." "Hello, sir," Steve replied in his meekest voice. "Melanie, I was getting worried. I thought I told you to come down so I could meet your friend," said John. "Oh sorry dad. We were coming," said Melanie. "Britney just needed a little more time in the bathroom, and then we just got to talking and I lost track of time. Sorry, girl problems." "Ok, ok," said John. "So Britney, tell me about yourself. Do you live around here? What do your parents do? Any boyfriend?" "Dad, easy!" said Melanie. "She's very shy." "It's ok, sir," said Steve. "No, I live on the other side of town and with only my mom, who is an attorney. We're very close, and I have no boyfriend, sir." "Thank you Britney. You seem like a sweet girl," said John. "Now I hope you're not offended, but I have to ask Melanie something and this is important. Melanie, are you keeping something from me?" "No dad!" Melanie answered, surprised as they started getting nervous. "Of course not! Why?" "Well, it's the first time I was going to be away, and you knew I wasn't going to be home," said John, pulling a bag from behind his back. "Was there something you were going to surprise me with when I got home?" "What the hell, dad?" said Melanie, relieved as she patted Steve's thigh as he was shivering, as she knew what it was. "Let's talk about this, Melanie," said John, pulling a Miss Clairol box from the bag. "Was I going to come home and find you looking different? You know we talked about this already, and you're too young to be putting chemicals on your head. You know I'm against this, and I'm stunned that you'd do this behind my back. Now tell me the truth. Is that why I found you in your bathrobe the second I got home, and with your friend here. I knew that was odd from the start." "Dad, I can't believe you're bringing this up again," said Melanie, tremendously relieved. "Girls my age change their hair. It's no big deal, dad!" "But Melanie, I told you I was against this," said John. "I can't believe you were going to defy me." "No sir, she wasn't," said Steve. "That was for me. She was in her robe because she was going to color my hair. I just wasn't feeling great, so we didn't get to it yet, but it was for me and not her." "Oh, I feel like an idiot. I'm sorry," John backed down. "You mom is ok with that, Britney?" "Oh yes, sir." Steve flicked his wrist. "She'd kill me if she knew I told you, but she's not a natural blonde. I've colored my hair a few times and she's fine with it. In my family, it's normal." "That'll be our secret Britney, but you don't have to worry, as I'd never mention that to her anyway," John got up. "Sorry to make a fuss, girls. Go back to whatever you were talking about, and let me go call Brenda to see what I'm doing tonight." "You were amazing!" said Melanie, hugging Steve as her father closed the door. "Holy crap, that was awesome." "Whew! I can't believe that worked either," said Steve. "What the hell do we do now?" "Just hang out until he leaves," said Melanie. "Hopefully he'll still go away with Brenda." After ten minutes, her father returned, knocking on the door. "So, I just had a nice talk with Brenda and we won't be going away, but we'll be going to dinner." Said John. "Oh sorry to hear that dad." Melanie frowned as she looked at Steve. "Well, have a nice dinner at least." "I will. So why don't you change, Britney, and I'll drop you girls at the mall," said John. "Oh, she can't dad. She forgot her stuff," said Melanie. "We're just going to stay here and hang out. Don't worry, I won't be dying my hair." "Nonsense, come girls," said John, grabbing Melanie's hand. "I've got a wonderful surprise for you and shopping is on me tonight, but we'll need to leave immediately." "What, wait! What are you talking about dad?" said Melanie, pulling Steve with her as her father dragged her downstairs. "Get in, Melanie," said her father, quickly dragging them outside. "Brenda pulled some special favors. Trust me, I know it's what you want." "But dad," whined Melanie. "Buckle up, girls," said John as they were stunned at being in his car, backing out of the driveway. "I'll need to push it as they're squeezing you two in." "Squeezing us in where?" said Melanie, getting annoyed now. "Dad, what's going on?" "I told Brenda about our little fight, and she told me I was being ridiculous," said John. "She agreed with you that you are old enough to make decisions about girl stuff and that I should support you." "I knew I liked her," teased Melanie. "Wait, are you talking about the fight about coloring my hair. It's no big deal dad. Forget about it." "Yes it is, and I'm sorry, but I'm making it right," said John. "Brenda said it was normal for girls your age, but her only concern is that it should be done by a professional, so she got you girls squeezed in at her salon." "Are you kidding me?" said Melanie in shock as she looked up, seeing a French salon. "Nope, and there she is!" said John. "You girls enjoy this on me, and then we'll all be out to dinner together. I gave them my credit card, so don't worry about anything. Brenda will take care of everything for you girls, and the dress shop next store is expecting you as well. I'll see you girls in a few hours. Enjoy!" "Hey girls," said Brenda, opening the door to her salon. "Hi Brenda," said Melanie, concerned as Steve now inched out of the car. "I'm so excited for you!" "Oh, it's quite a surprise," said Melanie. "Hi Britney. Aren't you just a doll?" "Hi," Steve replied softly. "I'm not too sure about this, Brenda," said Melanie. "Oh, relax sweetie," said Brenda, putting her arm around Melanie as they went in. "I got cold feet many times when I was younger, but when it's over, you'll feel like a new woman. I've changed my color so many times I forget what it actually is. Trust me, a new 'do' makes you feel incredible. Next, I'll help convince your dad to let you date." "I knew I liked you," said Melanie, smiling as they went in and sat in the waiting area as Brenda handed her a book. "Here page through this and see what you really like," said Brenda. "When you pick a few things, you'll show them to my colorist and he'll help you. They'll be evaluating you before they do anything anyway. I'll take Britney with me." Steve shot Melanie a look of despair as Brenda had her arm around him, dragging him towards the back of the salon as they were about to sit together in some waiting chairs near the shampoo sinks. "Miss Britney, don't bother sitting down, we're ready for you dear," A woman interrupted. "I'm Wanda." "Oh, that's ok," "I'll just look at the books while you take care of Melanie. I'm just here to support her." "Nonsense dear," said Brenda, yanking his arm. "Now go get evaluated as I'm told your mother has already approved it. I won't have you letting Melanie ruin your hair on my watch. Now run along with Wanda. She knows your taste." Steve was almost shitting his panties as within seconds Wanda had a plastic cape wrapped around his neck and seated him in a red vinyl chair in front of one of the sinks. "I like your idea, sweetie," said Wanda, taking off his headband as he watched her place it on a counter next to him as she lifted his hair, staring it from the front. "You've got the complexion for it. I'll make it work." "My ideas?" She walked to the side now, lifting most of his hair upward as suddenly he felt the head of his chair slide back and the water came on. "Yes, Brenda gave me the details on the cheap pharmacy crap you bought," said Wanda, washing his hair. "I wouldn't let my worst enemy put those cheesy chemicals on their head, but at least I know what you are after." "No, that was Melanie's. I'm not after anything," whined Steve. "I' want to stay natural. She's the dramatic one." "Ok, good, I was going to ask you about that." Wendy scrubbed his head. "I mean we are doing this pretty much in reverse, but Brenda said you're not looking to really cut your hair." "Please no, I've been growing it for a long time," said Steve, getting nervous. "Ok, well I'm not our salon's stylist, so you can talk to him later," said Wanda. "Now, just chill and with the Redkin Chromatics I'll use on you, your hair will be vibrant and enriched." Steve sat there as she scrubbed at his scalp, relaxing him until finally Melanie came over and whispered in his ear after Wanda finished washing his hair. "You ok? They just washed it, so don't worry," said Melanie. "Just make sure you tell them all you want is a blow out and some shaping. If you do that, all they'll do is trim the dead ends a bit and do some basic styling for a girl your age. Let them flat iron it, or do a few curls and you'll look natural, plus you'll be able to put it back to normal tomorrow. Just be careful what you say." "Ok, got it," said Steve. "I was worried, but I think I know what to say." "Good, you'll be fine and you'll be ready way before me," Melanie smiled. "I've been looking forward to dying my hair forever." Melanie soon was seated about four chairs away from him as he glanced over at the girls working on her. They seemed to be putting chemicals on her head, which was not done to him, so he felt better that he should look as normal as possible. Brenda sooned returned. "How are you doing, honey?" said Brenda, squeezing his hand as Wanda returned and scrubbed his head as Brenda babbled away. "Listen, I have a special treat. I was able to get Andre to do your makeup as well for tonight, so once he finishes your hair, he'll do your face. He's amazing. Andre, met the lovely Britney." "Bonjour, jeune dame," said Andre, kissing his wrist. "Je vais vous rendre beau. Maintenant juste mis dans mes mains et moi fera le repos." "Umm ok, I guess!" said Steve looking at Brenda as he didn't understand. "Perfectionner," said Andre, again lifting and kissing his wrist. "See you in a bit, honey." Brenda walked away. After twenty more minutes, Wanda returned, rinsing out his hair again and then deep conditioning it. When she finished, she brought him to Andre's chair as he studied Steve while combing all his hair away from his face and then parting it down the middle and stroking through each side. "Couleur perfectionner," said Andre, kissing his finger and raising his hands. Andre now moved out of his way as he walked behind him, combing through his damp hair as he circled his head. Steve sat there with his jaw dropped, clearly seeing the dark red tone in his wet hair. "Oh shit," said Steve softly, staring at his refection. "Coupe de plomb," teased Andre, holding up his hair and making a chopping motion. "No, no Andre. No chopping. Please I didn't say short," said Steve panicking as he got the jist. "Just a blow out. Straight and simple. Please just a trim." "Ah, yes," said Andre as Steve felt relived, hearing the slightest bit of English out of Andre. "Stay long and trim." "Yes, please," said Steve. Andre took his round brush as he began drying Steve's hair as he pulled through it. After a few minutes, he took a large clip, pulling it off his face before he leaned his chair back slightly as Steve was now staring at the ceiling. He took a lash curler, bending and combing through his lashes and separating them before holding Steve's right eye shut as he almost jumped out of the chair, feeling his right brow being ripped from his forehead as Andre waxed it. "Juste le d?sol? plus," said Andre as Steve was trembling as he ripped away at the other eye. He was doing his best not to shed a tear as Andre was coating his face in foundation, ignoring his whimpering. He looked over seeing him sharpen a dark brown pencil and he returned to carefully line his water lines around both eyes. He then dipped his little brush in and out of a liquid liner as he pushed his eyes closed and Steve felt the moisture of the liquid streaking across his lids as Andre softly blew on them. Next came soft stroke after stroke on his lids blending and smoothing his eye shadow, and it actually soothed Steve before Andre took a brush to his cheeks. "Ouvrir," said Andre, pointing upward as Steve opened his eyes looking up as Andre nodded his approval and moved back and forth coating his lashes with mocha brown mascara. He again worked with his sharpener, this time taking a salmon lip pencil outlining his lips and then took a small brush to a vibrant coral lip stain, painting them in the center. He nodded now, studying his work before dipping a large brush into some translucent powder and softly setting his makeup, and then finally using a little gloss as Steve pressed his lips together. Satisfied with his face, Andre lifted Steve's chair back up, turning him away from the mirror until he was facing outward into the salon. He watched Melanie having her hair washed out as Andre was combing through the back of his hair, and he could hear her trimming with her scissors and then continuing to dry the back and sides. He could see Andre grab the flat iron on his left, guiding it through the back and sides of his hair as he felt the warmth and tension before finally he came in front, holding his comb and a brush. He pushed Steve's chin upward and then closed his eyes with his fingers, combing through his hair on both sides. "No, no," Andre said as Steve moved his face as Andre again positioned his chin facing straight ahead, reprimanding him. "Calme, tranquillit?." "Ok." Steve stayed still as Andre combed his hair forward as he felt the cold shears under his chin on the left clipping rapidly before he repeated snipping on the right. As Steve again opened his eyes, Andre lifted his chin as Steve watched the thin flat iron approach his face, as he could really hear it steaming as it glided right past his left ear and then the right. Andre then placed it on his counter and took a large round brush in his right hand and switched his dryer on high, placing it in his left hand forcing Steve's chin downward this time as he pulled through his hair with the brush, removing whatever moisture was left. Steve took a huge swallow as he could see some large clumps of hair flying across the floor, hoping they weren't his, before finally Andre switched off the dryer and again lifted his chin. This time he brushed through the back of Steve's hair and then saturated it with a heavy hairspray before coming back in front of his face with a large, two inch barrelled curling iron, which he quickly clamped into his hair on a vertical angle under his chin. It was strange hearing his hair sizzle under the iron as Andre turned it under towards his neck before he sprayed the clamped section with hair spray and repeated the process on the right. He inserted and removed the barrel a few times moving downward towards his chest until finally he stepped back, giving a little smile as he set it down. "Beau de finition," said Andre, circling him one last time with his hair dryer on low touching his hair gently with his palm before finally pulling off his cape "Longueur gentille avec quelques angles." "OMG. OooMmmmGgggg I," spouted Steve, touching his face as Andre spun his chair to mirror as he stopped mid-sentence, seeing Brenda putting her hands on his shoulders. "Relax, I know you're excited," Brenda calmed him down. "Andre, you're amazing as always." "Beau roux," said Andre, nodding in the mirror before taking Steve's hand and kissing his wrist. "I, I, I can't believe it and I have no idea what he is saying," said Steve, ever so softly tearing up. "Believe it honey, you're gorgeous." Brenda hugged him. "All he was saying is that you make a beautiful redhead, which trust me the color looks so much better than what would have came from that home kit you brought. He also said your hair is now a nice length, and the angles he cut in flatter you face perfectly. I love it, don't you?" "Beautiful, yes?" said Andre, trying to speak English and smiling. "Amazing." Melanie walked over with a towel on her head, startling Steve. "She looks incredible. The cut, the color, and the makeup. I hope I turn out half as good." "Of course you will," said Brenda, hugging Melanie now. "Well, Andre's ready for you, so go to him so he can finish your hair and do your makeup. I'll take Britney next store and let her start trying on dresses, and then come back for you." "Sounds good, but she'll need a few minutes first, Brenda," said Melanie. "Were you able to get those few things she needed?" "Oh, yes I almost forgot," said Brenda. "I wasn't sure what you used, so I got you pads and tampons. Also in there is a package Lady Schick's, and hopefully you'll like the gel I picked. I feel so bad we caught you girls off guard on this dinner, but Mandy is fine with you using their large bathroom. Take your time honey, and I'll meet you in the lobby." "Thanks," said Steve, taking the bag as he shot a look at Melanie. "So you're going to have to shave the lower part of your legs, because you'll be in a dress with stockings," Whispered Melanie. "I know you won't want to, but if the hair on your arms is dark, you'll have to get rid of it as well, and don't forget your pits or any little touches of chest hair. The tampons are for me. See you in a bit and don't worry, I'll make all this up to you. Oh, and be careful not to knick yourself. Clean the blades and use the whole package if you need to." Steve was stunned as he stood up from Andre's chair now as Melanie sat down in it. He walked to the back, spotting Wanda as she smiled at seeing him. "It's the second door on the right, honey. It's private and there's a shower with a step so it'll be easy," said Wanda, pointing him towards the large restroom. "By the way, your hair turned out beautifully. You make a very natural redhead. It's always a challenge for me finding the right color, especially reds that are long lasting and vibrant, but we used Redken's advanced Rubilane Technology and R5 dye which is important on a young girl like you, because I really need to make sure it won't fade while fortifying your hair." "Thanks," said Steve, barely understanding what she was talking about. "Don't forget you'll need to change your makeup scheme now too, especially your liners and lip colors," said Wanda, grabbing his arm as he went by. "Here take one of these Revlon pamphlets. It'll help. I'll see you for a touch up and to do your roots in about six weeks ok?" "Ok, thanks again," said Steve as he couldn't lock the door fast enough. He leaned back against the door, taking a few deep breaths as he shook his head, not believing he was staring at himself in the mirrored shower door. He was barely acclimated to seeing himself in Melanie's skirt and academy uniform, but now he was stunned seeing nothing but a pretty young school batting her eyes back at him. He approached the mirror, amazed at how big his lashes looked, and thought his eyes had never looked this green in his life. He felt butterflies in his stomach as he touched his slightly thinner, now arched eye brows, wondering if it was an illusion above the dark brown and beige creamy blended eye shadows, or had Andre waxed off that much ? He sighed, opening his mouth, shocked at how white his teeth looked behind his glossy pink lips. He couldn't argue, he thought to himself, that he made a cute redhead, as he felt the stickiness of his shiny auburn straight hair. He lifted it near his right ear with the back of his hand ,amazed at how it just flowed strand by strand right back into place, as it was cut into distinct layers on each side of his face, before the precision angling of the cut began under his chin as the shape turned inward all the way down to his shoulder blades. He turned looking at the back, feeling a little better, seeing that Andre had only trimmed a few inches off the length, as it sat in a perfect straight style across his shoulder blades, but he wondered if he'd be able to pull these layers back into his normal pony he wore every day. "You ok in there, Britney?" said Brenda, knocking on the door as she broke his daydreaming. "Oh fine," said Steve. "Ok, I'll leave this at the door. It's just a little color I figured you'd like," said Brenda. "I wasn't sure if your toes were done, and I noticed most of the shoes next store are opened toed. We've got time because Melanie's still going to be a while. Both the polish and clear coat are quick dry so you'll be fine time wise, and I'm sure there's a hairdryer in there as well you can use to speed it along. I'll check on you again later, honey." "Ok, thanks." Steve shook his head before opening the door and taking the two little bottles. Reluctantly, he figured he'd better get moving as his feet finally felt fantastic, getting off the tight shoes and then slipping off Melanie's socks and skirt. He shook his head, standing there in his blouse and panties as he switched on the hot water, letting it trickle out of the bottom spigot as he lathered up his calf and opened the package of pink razors. It was crazy to imagine what he was doing as he slowly but surely watched his leg become bare and smooth, before turning his attention to the other leg. He patted them dry before catching a whiff of the pungent nail polish as he unscrewed the top before he lifted his foot on the step, carefully painting his big toe. He worked slowly, trying not to get it onto his skin as he completed his first foot and then switched. It was crazy wiggling his shiny dark red toes as he switched on the dyer, jumping back and forth before feeling them to see that no polish rubbed off. He glanced at the instructions on the clear polish and before he knew it, he had sealed his toes nicely in a shiny clear coat. Happy he was almost finished, he undid his little cross tie and unbuttoned his blouse, removing it as he stared at his arms and chest, looking so strange behind his little bra. His arms didn't look too hairy he thought, but he figured what was the difference at this point, as he lathered them up and wiped away what dark hair he had. His chest was mostly bare but he removed a straggler here and there before wiping out the little peach fuzz he had near his naval. Finally, he took a clean razor, stripping the thick clumps from under each arm pit and then posed, staring at his smooth body in the mirror. "How you doing, honey?" Brenda asked, knocking again. "Melanie's almost ready." "Be right out, Brenda," Steve replied as she startled him. "Two minutes." Quickly now, Steve re-buttoned the blouse and clipped his little cross tie, straightening his round collar. He tucked his blouse neatly into his shirt as he zipped and fastened it, before pulling on the blazer. He felt his toes, satisfied they were dry and pulled on his socks before forcing his feet again into her shoes as he grabbed the bags and headed back into the salon. "So, what do you think Brit?" said Melanie as Andre spun her around. "Wow!" yelped Steve in shock as he saw her. "My dad is going to have a heart attack!" said Melanie, fluffing her hair. Her light brunette color had been replaced with golden blonde locks, and arranged in big waves sweeping across her face from an offset side part. Her makeup was so different than his, with dark smoky eyes and a ruby red lip as she looked so much older now. "Well, sexy ladies," said Brenda, taking each of their arms. "Let's get you dressed as it's getting late." Melanie was glowing like he had never seen her before as they walked into the dress shop and Brenda was yapping away. Steve stood there being measured, having no idea what Brenda was talking about as she was looking at all different styles with the sales people. After ten minutes, he went into the dressing room with Melanie as he could barely contain himselfm seeing her strip in front of him as she tried on her first dress. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Melanie teased, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "I hope not, because after all this, you'll be seeing a lot more of me like this. I'm dying to pick up where we left off before my dad came home!" "Are you kidding me? Me too!" said Steve, almost drooling as he had his socks and shoes off. "I think I'm going to need a big poufy dress after this." "Oh shit sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm getting carried away with my new look," said Melanie, realizing what she was doing as she zipped up. "I'll calm down. We're girlfriends right now. Stay in character. I'm sorry Britney." "Girls, are you decent?" said Brenda, coming in as Steve was unbuttoning his blouse. "So Britney, this will be our little secret, as that woman that measured you said you could use these," said Brenda, coming in and dropping a few bra's with some little fleshy gel inserts. "When I was your age, I was a late bloomer too. I stuffed my bras big time, but luckily today they have some nice things that make it more natural. Don't feel self- conscious, because I'm buying a set for myself too." Steve stripped off his top and then his bra, picking up the inserts and staring at them. "Let me help you," said Melanie, flipping them over and peeling the little tape. She then pressed the first one on his right breast, followed by the left, and then cupped them with her hands, pulling towards the middle of his chest as she hooked the little clear clasp. He looked down, staring at his little cleavage they had created on his flat chest as she slipped on his lacy little push up bra, buckling it in the back and adjusted the shoulder straps. "And now you're a perky little B cup," said Melanie, looking at the tag. "Try on your dress and let's go show Brenda." They walked outside, modeling for Brenda four times each before finally she made her suggestions. "Girls, remember this is dinner at a fine restaurant and not a club," said Brenda, half scolding Melanie as she was in love with a little black form fitting dress. "Plus, your father will be ready to kill me as it is when he sees you two." Melanie smiled, understanding as she went back into the dressing room and wasn't taking no for an answer this time, as she came out in a red dress of the spaghetti strap kind this time. "Melanie, at least it's past your knees, and not tight," said Brenda. "Tell you what, if you add the little black bolero jacket, then it'll be fine." "Deal," said Melanie happily as Steve was growing tired of changing as he came out again in a new outfit. "Oh, that's gorgeous," said Brenda excited. "I love that with the auburn hair." "Yes, I love that on you Brit," said Melanie. "Fine, finally," said Steve, throwing up his hands. Brenda handed them each a package of nude sheer Berkshire stockings, and a set of costume jewelry as he followed Melanie back to the dressing room. She helped him out of his dress for a moment and showed him how to roll them up before pulling them up snugly, making sure the control top was tight and his front was perfectly tucked away and smooth. He stepped back into his dress as she zipped him up before attaching clasp of the silver charm bracelet, followed by his necklace and she changed his earrings before Brenda came back in. "Sit honey," said Brenda. "These should fit. They're gorgeous, right?" "I'm really not used to heels, Brenda," said Steve nervously as Brenda bent over, taking them from the shoe box. "I wasn't either at your age, but you'll learn fast. Trust me, we all do and there's no flats in a store like this honey," said Brenda, slipping the first one over his toe and buckling the two straps around his ankle and then doing the other. "See, aren't you glad I made you do your toes now." "I bet she is," said Melanie, hiding her chuckle as he struggled to get up. "Honey, they're not that high," said Brenda handing them each a purse. "Now come on, my boys are here." Melanie helped steady him as wobbled a little at first walking across the dressing room, staring at himself trying to come to grips that he was about to go out to a restaurant in a dress. He was in a dark forest green, sleeveless one piece silk dinner dress with an attached knee length pleated skirt, and a thin black vinyl belt pinching in his waist. On top, it had a delicate rounded scoop neckline showing just a hint of his small cleavage below his silver heart locket, and was accented by the silver short sleeve waist jacket covering his shoulders. On his feet were metallic thin strappy 3 ? inch open toed sandals, which matched his silver necklace, charm bracelet and dangling heart charm earrings. "It's better than having your toes crunched in my shoes, I bet," said Melanie. "I'm not sure yet, but let's get this over with," said Steve, staring down at his legs and feet as he walked cautiously. "Stop, you look incredible and you're walking just fine," said Melanie, dragging him from the room now. "Who could have guessed it?" "Hey girls." Steve almost peed his pants, seeing two large teenage boys standing with Brenda. It was uncomfortable seeing them looking him up and down, checking him out as he stopped dead in his tracks watching them undress him with their eyes. "Melanie, Britney, these are my twins. Luke and Lance," said Brenda. "They just turned 18 last month. Isn't that crazy?" "Hey guys," said Melanie, dragging Steve along as she ran over and hugged them. "I'm so glad to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you since our parents have been dating. This should be fun tonight." "Well, I wish I would have known you were this pretty, I would have pushed to meet you sooner," said Luke smiling. "My mom never mentioned that, or that you had a hot friend either." "Take it down a notch, Luke!" scolded his mother. "Oh it's fine Brenda. I'm flattered," said Melanie, batting her lashes. "And she never met Britney before today anyway." "That's true and she's much more than just a pretty friend," said Brenda, lecturing them. "She's a wonderful young lady. Now let's get out of here because your father will kill me if I keep him sitting there alone. Now mind your manners boys like I've taught you." "Oh sorry, mom," said Lance holding out his arm. "What a gentlemen," said Melanie, winking at Steve to follow her lead as she took his arm. Steve gave a little nod, grabbing Luke's arm as they exited the salon and went over to Brenda's car. Lance opened the passenger front door for Melanie and she hopped in as he closed the door in a gentlemanly fashion, as Luke did the same for Steve in the back. As he sat down, he realized he had to scoot over to the middle as unavoidably he was trapped between the two boys. "You guys ok back there," said Brenda. "I know this car's a tight squeeze." "It's fine," said Steve, folding his hands on his lap, squished between the twins as he tugged down at his skirt ,staring at his smooth legs . He tried to look straight ahead avoiding eye contact, but it was tough to do as the boys began engaging him in conversation. It was mostly small talk as everyone was involved talking about sports, celebrities, and movies until finally they arrived at the restaurant. They left the car with a valet and headed in as Melanie smiled, seeing her father's jaw drop as he saw her. "Are you kidding me!" said her father, smiling as he shot a look at Brenda as she nodded at him. "So?" said Melanie looking at him after she kissed his cheek. "So, I'm going to need a shot gun," said John. "Daaaaddd!" said Melanie, playfully punching him. "He'll be fine, Mel," said Brenda. "It takes him time to accept things, but he's realizing you're growing up and becoming a woman. Aren't you dear?" Ok, ok," said her father. "You do look gorgeous honey, and Britney you look amazing as well. What a difference from that girl I saw earlier in her uniform. I thought you might have been more of a Tom boy, but obviously not." "I kind of was, but Brenda took care of that," said Steve, sipping some water. "Yes and trust me. No one's going to think of you girls as tom boys anymore," teased Brenda. "Accept it John, and you'll need to come to grips that boys are interested in her, and she'll be dating soon. You can't hold her back any longer." "Are you trying to kill me tonight, Brenda?" said John holding his chest. "I've been dreading that for years. Are your parents letting you date yet, Britney? Please don't tell me you have a boyfriend?" "Yes, they're cool with it and I've been dating," said Steve, taking the opening as he looked over at Melanie. "But no, I don't have a boyfriend right now." "Ok, enough of this. I'm getting sick to my stomach and let's have a nice meal," said John, calling over the waiter. "Waiter, I'm going need a scotch." They had a wonderful dinner as everyone got along so well, talking and laughing as Steve was able to relax. After a few hours, when dessert was being served, John got an emergency phone call and became very serious as he hung up the phone. "Brenda, I'm sorry, but we'll have to run out. Melanie, grab your purse and let's get moving. My mother was in a serious car accident and I've got to get to the hospital ,which is over an hour away," said John, panicking. "Here's my card Brenda, and I'll call you later. Can you drive Britney home, or maybe she can stay with you until we get back?" "Of course, will your mom be ok?" said Brenda, getting nervous. "They said she's stable, but we've got to get there asap," said John, running out with Melanie. "I'll call you later." "Brit, you'll be fine with Brenda," said Melanie. "I'll text you later."