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Double Your Pleasure Double Your Fun By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 3 "Good morning sleepy head." Brenda came in and turned on the light. "Morning," replied a groggy Steve, barely cracking open his eyes as he started sitting up. "Come on sweetie, breakfast is served, and the boys told me you guys all had such a wonderful night together," said Brenda. "I'll give you a minute to wake up, but I don't want it to get cold." Steve swung off the covers once Brenda closed the door and glanced in the mirror, seeing himself looking like a crazy woman with his hair going all different directions, and eyeliner smeared below his lashes. He took one of Brenda's wide tooth brushes, raking through his knotty hair then finally exited the bathroom. He walked into the kitchen, seeing the boys smiling at him as he sat down at the table as Brenda waited on him, serving him a small meal and some coffee. "Someone looks pretty tuckered out," Brenda said as he sipped his coffee. "And I see you limping a bit. I'm sorry, maybe those stilettos were too much for you honey." "Thanks Brenda," said Steve eating his eggs as Luke gave him a look to shut up. "I'm fine, just tired. The shoes were great and you've been wonderful." "She's so polite, guys. You boys could learn a lot from her," said Brenda. "I remember when I first started wearing shoes like that. It killed my feet, but I loved them so much as I am sure you did Britney. Price of beauty they say, but now I can practically run a marathon in heels, and so will you in time sweetie." "So, how's Melanie's grandmother doing?" Steve asked as she gave him a bird's portion and the boys polished off everything else. "Amazingly well, Britney," said Brenda. "She's a tough old goat and pulled through everything with flying colors. Poor Melanie and John were exhausted, so they're home sleeping. I'll get you back there later once they get up. I know Mel's been worried about you." "Oh, that's wonderful news!" said Steve, almost jumping out of his chair and giving the boys a look. "Not that your sons haven't been gracious hosts, but I'd really like to get back and support Melanie as soon as possible." "You're such a doll Britney, and what a nice friend," said Brenda, giving her sons a look as she got up to clear the dishes. "This is the type of girl I hope you boys could start bringing home for me to meet. I hope you learned something spending time with her. I hope you enjoyed being in the company of a such a gem!" "Oh, we did mom. We enjoyed her a lot." Luke looked at Steve. "She's been quite a pleasant surprise, and I think she learned a little from us as well." "I doubt that, boys," teased their mother as she refilled their drinks and served them a few snacks. "All she'd learn from you is how to serve lazy men and how to be a pain in the ass." "Oh come on mom. We're growing boys, and we got a lot of exercise last night, so we're still hungry. Plus, I'm sure we gave her more pleasure than pain. It was a fun night," said Luke getting up and hugging Steve from behind. "Right Brit?" "Leave her be. She's tired," said Brenda, playfully slapping her son before answering the phone as she walked out of the room. "Thanks for calling me back." "I'll be sorry to see you go, Britney," said Luke. "It was an enjoyable night wasn't it, and it was certainly a pleasure?" "Please, I'm trying to forget it," Steve rolled his eyes. "So I washed and hung up your dress and uniform while you were passed out," said Lance. "Lucky they didn't need dry cleaning, because they were pretty messy." "Haven't you slept?" said Steve. "Not much, but I didn't want my mom to come home and see how they looked," said Lance as she walked back in. "You didn't want me to see what?" said Brenda. "Oh, he was talking about seeing my dress as I spilled a drink on it," said Steve. "Your boys were wonderful enough to help me with the laundry." "I'm impressed, because usually their lazy as can be, as I do most of the laundry," said Brenda nodding. "See, I told you that you were a good influence on them. Now I left you some towels and some casual clothes that should fit, in my bathroom. Take a shower there so you can use my shampoo and anything else you need. My hair dryer and flat iron are under the counter, and if you feel comfortable my makeup is on my vanity. Use anything you'd like dear, and I stopped at the pharmacy and got you just a few essentials, because I know some girls can be funny about using other women's cosmetics. Plus, you'll need to change a lot of what you have because red heads just can't wear everything brunettes can. I'll help you with that though if you'd like." Steve strolled into the shower, happily washing every crevasse of his body and his hair. When he came out, he found the little black panties and bra she bought for him, putting them on before blow drying his hair. It looked pretty frizzy as he brushed through it and just pulled it back into a pony. He took the clothes she left him, which were a simple hot pink tank top and a black jogging suit with hot pink striping and lettering. He was mostly clueless about makeup, but figured he could handle the basics as he unscrewed the pink and green great lash mascara tube and carefully coated his lashes and then touched a little pink blush to his cheeks. He had no idea what to pick from the eye shadow pallet, and just added the slightest amount of pink shimmer to his lids. He then found the clear lip gloss, brushing it on his lips as he stopped and stared at himself. "Decent, I guess," Steve stared at his shape and face as he turned around. He was confident you could see no little bulge as he twisted and moved in the Capri style jogging pants, checking himself from every angle. He twisted his sensitive rump, seeing the words "Think Pink" in hot pink lettering across his backside, and adjusted the little zipper half way up the jogging suit jacket, revealing just a hint of the tank top. He stepped into the simple flip flops she left him and then took the mascara wand, applying another coat. He was not sure how to deal with his hair, as the shorter layered sections didn't stay back in the pony, and he tried a few times removing the scrunchie and re-doing it before giving up. He figured it looked ok, as a series of messy strands hung on each side of his face. "Oh, it's cute on you," said Brenda. "You're so skinny. I'm so jealous." "Oh please." Steve flicked his wrist as he played the part. "I'm a mess. You always look so perfectly put together." "Thank you, dear," said Brenda, walking up to him and touching one of the loose hanging strands. "But let me just help you here. You don't mind, do you?" "Uuum sure," replied Steve, wondering what she had in mind. "It won't stay now" "One sec," said Brenda, walking away and then quickly returning with a little box. "I remember when I went shorter I was losing my mind. You're just used to pulling it all back in a pony, aren't you?" "Yes why?" answered Steve. "Well, it's cute, but don't mind me ok?" said Brenda, pulling out the pony and spraying the back of his head with a liquid as she brushed through it. "So when the layers hang like this, you've either got to pin them back with some clips, or do something so they just don't hang there, looking all messy. Also, it's your first time with color treated hair and it tends to dry out, so you've got to use some product to prevent the frizzies you're getting, especially after blow drying. Now, I'll put it back in a pony, or would you rather me help you flat iron it, or figure something out." "No, please I don't want you to go to any trouble," said Steve as she plugged in a flat iron. "Thanks for helping. A pony and some clips or whatever you think is fine." "Sorry, I'm a fanatic on this stuff. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings." Brenda brushed through his hair. "You're so easy to talk to and work with. I mean the dress, the hair. It was a pleasure. You sure? I never mind doing hair." "Thanks, but please don't go to any trouble," said Steve as she held it between her fingers looking at it. "Relax, I got it. I always love when my nieces come here and I do their hair, so humor me as this is a small treat for me. This little box I keep has a lot of things I bought for them and use when they stay with me, but you're a little old for some of these clips." Brenda brushed a section of his hair in front of his eyes leaving it hanging and then he felt her tugging it as she twisted in the scrunchie in the back of his head. "For a while, keep it higher and it'll stay better, catching a few more of the shorter strands until they grow out a little. Plus, let me just do something so it doesn't hang all limp and dead looking, ok?" "Uumm sure," Steve replied, having little choice as she pulled the ends of the pony making it tight, and then began brushing through all the shorter sections in front of his face and spraying them. "I think this will look dressier than any clips. Let's save those for when you don't have a lot of time to fuss, like when you go to school," said Brenda, sliding her flat iron through the front section straight down. "Whatever you think, Brenda," said Steve, hearing it sizzle as she pulled through it a few times. She now took the iron, grabbing the entire section at once this time, flipping it upward and over as she dragged through it on an angle before releasing it and covering his eyes as she saturated his head in hair spray. She stepped back looking at her work, smiling, and then dug through the box as he felt her messing with his pony tail again before wrapping the whole thing around her flat iron as she pulled through it a few times. "Adorable!" said Brenda. "I hope you like it. Go take a look in the hallway mirror." "Ok?" Steve was curious as he could see the long strands hanging next to his right eye. As he got to the mirror, he immediately realized that instead of the loose strands on each side of his face, she pulled a bit more hair from the pony and swept it all to the right, arranging it in a long loose single wave which rolled away from his face. In the back, his hair had been pulled into a tight pony very different than he was used to, as it was now positioned high on his head and had a little wave to it as it hung there. It was crazy as he could feel it swing as he moved, instead of just sitting loosely on his shoulders, and even more sickening was the hot pink bow she had slipped over the scrunchie, matching perfectly with the trim on his outfit. "Well, we'll see you later boys," Brenda yelled to them. "Be back in a few hours." "It was nice meeting you, guys," said Steve. "I'm sure we'll meet again sometime." "Oh you'll see them later, sweetie. I'm not bringing you to John's right now," Brenda handed him a purse. "They're still sleeping, and will be for a few hours. I figured you've been such a doll and with all that time on your feet yesterday that you deserve a little treat. I have my nail appointment this morning and got you in with me. Trust me, after a night in stilettos, there's not a girl alive that doesn't enjoy a main/pedi and a good foot massage. You can say your goodbyes later. See ya boys." Brenda was talking non-stop, dragging Steve along with her. It was only a ten minute ride and before he knew it, he was sitting next to Brenda having his feet soaking, sitting in a large leather chair. She was correct in saying that it was extremely relaxing, as his tootsies felt so much better being massaged as he found himself dozing off while they worked on him. It was incredible as another girl came over now, working on his hands, cleaning and filing his nails as he nodded off. "Britney," Brenda whispered in his ear. "Wake up, dear." "Oh sorry," Steve jolted awake. "It's ok sweetie. I know you must have barely slept last night," said Brenda. "I know my sons always stay out and close the place when they go dancing." "Sorry, yes they did and then we were up for quite a while after that," said Steve. "I bet," Brenda smiled. "Late night tv and snacks right?" "Yes," said Steve. "How'd you know?" "I figured, especially when I saw how tired you all looked today. Plus, my boys are pigs and I cleaned up the empty chip bags," said Brenda. "Just be careful getting up, as your nails should be dry, but just in case. I hope you didn't mind as I picked the color, since I didn't want to wake you." "Oh, wow," said Steve, a little stunned as he looked down seeing his new, slightly extended burgundy colored rounded nails. "You hate them?" Brenda was concerned by his reaction. "Let me call the girl and we can change the color. Are they too dark?" "No, no," Steve flexed his fingers outward, staring at them and then glancing at his matching toes. "I'm sorry. It's wonderful. I just wasn't ready for it. It's great, I'm just ready to go see Melanie." "Oh, good," said Brenda. "You scared me, honey. I'm just not sure what are the in things with you young girls these days, but you can never go wrong with something that goes well with your hair color." "Oh, I think you're pretty hip Brenda," said Steve, buttering her up. "You're way cooler than me. I'm horrible with all this stuff." "Oh you're so sweet, and that's why I'm so fond of you." Brenda hugged him. "If I had a daughter, I'd want her to be just like you. I'm so enjoying this time together. Oh, it's John. Let me pick this up." Steve felt relieved seeing Brenda answer the call, happy that they must be awake now. She chatted for a while as he waited patiently, then finally she hung up. "Ok, well you'll be with Melanie any minute now, as John will be bringing her to us," said Brenda. "He's such a thoughtful guy, which is why Melanie is so well brought up. Come on, we'll need to go meet them." "Oh, she's coming here?" asked Steve as they headed to the car. "Yes, John and I are going out to dinner, and he's come up with a wonderful idea for you kids tonight," said Brenda as she drove. "He bought tickets for you girls, and the twins, to go to a concert. I'm sure you know how wild Melanie is for music." Steve was annoyed, realizing it was another night out with the twins, but felt better realizing Melanie would be there with him this time, figuring they'd leave him alone. "We're meeting them here?" said Steve as Brenda pulled up at the mall. "Of course, did you want to go to the concert in my sweat suit?" replied Brenda. "Now don't give me any grief, as you know how much I enjoy shopping with you." Steve was thrilled at seeing John's car pull up as they got out. Melanie ran over ,hugging him as John kissed Brenda. "I see you got your nails done, Britney," said Melanie, taking his hands and inspecting them. "Yes, Brenda surprised me this morning," replied Steve. "It was nothing. I had my regular nail appointment, so I had them squeeze her in," said Brenda, proud of his nails. "She looks so much better now, doesn't she?" "Oh, she's had quite the makeover this weekend," said Melanie. "But she does look beautiful." "I hope your mother will be good with all this?" said Brenda. "I'm sorry, I've just been so presumptuous. Do you want me to call her Britney. What's the number?" "No, it's fine," said Steve. "Oh, I spoke to her this morning, and she's excited to see Britney tomorrow. She's excited about the new look," said Melanie, giving Steve a wink. "Let's talk while we shop, as I can see all this girl talk is killing my father." "Thanks honey," said John, kissing her cheek goodbye. "Ok, I got it from here hon," Brenda kissed John goodbye. "Perfect, I'll meet you at your house at 6pm, and I'll arrange the car service for the kids for around 7:00," said John. "See you later, ladies." Brenda hooked her arms around the girls and they pranced into the mall. They browsed a few windows and then Melanie's eye lit up a bit, seeing a rock and roll type fashion store. "Oh, that's so hot." Melanie dragged them into to the Wild Thing store. She was practically giddy, grabbing a few outfits from the rack and holding them up against herself, and then Steve. She dragged him into the back room as he had to go to his own dressing room as they were small, fitting only one person at a time, where he changed. His eyes practically popped out of his head seeing her in a leather bustier with her belly on display, and then in a leather mini. Lucky for him, his first outfit was tame next to hers, as he was in a denim dress. She tried on outfit after outfit as he was given a few which Brenda inspected and critiqued when he came out to show her. "Alright that was fun, but my dad would croak if he saw me in most of these," said Melanie as she was in daisy dukes now. "But I do love so much in this store!" "He would, but he'd kill me if I bought you stuff like this Melanie," Brenda laughed. "But I remember those days in sexy stuff like that, when I was your age. Those days were amazing." "See, you can relate then, Brenda." Melanie flicked Steve's ponytail and pointed to the bow. "He wants me more like this, in little bows and dresses. Not that Britney doesn't look adorable, but not for a concert. I can't go like some little prissy. Let me go change, and we'll find another store." Steve and Melanie went back into the dressing area to change, and then came back out in their casual clothes. "Here girls." Brenda smiled as she spun around and handed each of them a shopping bag. "Wait, what did you buy?" Melanie asked, taking the bag. "What I thought looked best on you girls," said Brenda. "Now no peeking or opening the bags. This will be my little surprise." "Brenda, are you sure about this? My dad will never approve of just about anything I liked here," said Melanie. "Let's return these. I don't want to put you in a bad spot." "Well girls, he definitely won't," Brenda grinned. "But see the thing is, we'll be gone before your car will be picking you up. As far as I'm concerned, I bought you girls some new jeans and tops, so if you decided to change after we left, I'd never know would I?" "Oh Brenda, you are so cool," said Melanie, excited now. "This is going to be an amazing night. I really could use it." "I know sweetie," said Brenda. "I knew how tough your grandmother being in the hospital was on you, so I think this will be a nice release. Now let's go buy those jeans, because I saw a good sale over at Guess and we'll get you girls a quick bite as you must be starving!" After another session of trying on outfits, Melanie and Steve were now both wearing the clothes that Brenda bought for them. Melanie was in a pair of faded stretch jeans and a purple crop top, and Steve now found himself in black straight leg skinny jeans, with a royal blue tunic with jeweled embroidery at the neckline, and his flip flops had been replaced with gold sandals. "Ok you girls eat and I'll be right back," Brenda said as they sat in the mall food court, devouring some chicken. "You're not eating with us?" asked Steve. "No, you girls enjoy," said Brenda, walking away. "I'll be having a huge meal in a few hours with John." "So, you ok?" said Melanie as he felt her foot rub his leg under the table. "I'm so sorry about all this?" "It's crazy, but yes," replied Steve. "She's been treating me like gold. You'll be lucky if your dad marries her, as she's dying to spoil a daughter." "I know. She's awesome," said Melanie. "Trust me, it's a little weird though seeing my boyfriend with better nails than I have." "No kidding," Steve made a face. "And she helped you with your hair and makeup too, I see "? Said Melanie. "You're a little old for that bow, even though you do look adorable. But honestly, I do like the high pony on you and the way she did the little wavy sweep in the front." "Ok, can we change the subject, please?" said Steve, pushing the sweep as it got in his eyes again. "It's actually so distracting feeling this thing swaying when I walk, but I keep telling myself it's almost over. One more night, but how am I going to get off these nails and get this red out of my hair. You know what to do right?" "Yeah about that. I came up with a plan," said Melanie. "Oh thank goodness, because I will have to see my mom tomorrow and obviously she'll freak," said Steve. "And the truth would be even a bigger problem." "No, she won't freak but she was a little surprised when I called her, but she's cool now," said Melanie. "You really called her?" said Steve. "You know she loves talking to me," Melanie told him. "She's awesome." "I just thought you made that up?" replied Steve. "No, I came up with a plan. See, the thing is that I can't really get the red out of your hair, and this was before I even saw those nails," said Melanie. "I called up Raymond at his school, and asked for a favor. It wasn't easy, but he said yes. Then I phoned your mom and explained it to her, and she was very excited for you, so don't worry I've got it all worked out." "What school, and who is Raymond," said Steve. "Wait, I'm so confused." "Well, Raymond is a good friend of mine over at CHU," said Melanie. "He's the play director, and I got him to give you a small part in the show tomorrow. It actually was a bit of luck too, because he just happened to hear about my grandmother and phoned me to see how I was, so we traded a few voicemails. Finally, we got to talking and he told me his last minute issue that he needed a fill in, and well, I volunteered you." "How does being in a play in a school help me?" said Steve. "Isn't CHU an all boys school?" "Bingo," said Melanie, raising her hands. "They use boys to play the girls parts, silly." "Holy crap, that might work," said Steve. "And she's loved the idea of me getting into theater." "Of course it will, girlfriend!" Melanie hugged him. "Your mom was thrilled when I told her I made you try out and you got a part. I told her that you didn't want to play a girl, but I convinced you to do it as it would be a good start as an actor. She's thrilled, and she'll be at the show tomorrow." "Damn, you are something!" replied Steve. "Underneath that pretty little exterior is one hell of a schemer. First deceiving your dad, then Brenda, and then my mom. I'm impressed." "Thank you, but I've only been a blonde since yesterday, so the dinginess hasn't set in yet," Melanie teased as they shared a laugh. "And by the way, you deceived Brenda all on your own. All I did was dress you up." "Feel better, girls," said Brenda, coming back with a few little Claire's bags. "Oh definitely," Melanie answered. "Hope those aren't for us?" "Please, just a few little accessorizes," said Brenda. "Come on, we've still time for one more thing, and then I'll need to get home. I saw some really cute things, and you and I have talked about this before, Melanie." They all walked across the mall and into a shop with jewelry, pocketbooks, and some funky outfits. "Ah Brenda, you are back with the girls you mentioned," said a tattoo covered muscle guy. "You ready?" "Almost," Brenda said nervously. "I'm working towards it." "With your body, at your age, be proud," The man answered. "You're gorgeous, and trust me, your boyfriend will be all over that shit." "Ah, this is his daughter!" said Brenda. "Easy on that!" "Oh sorry," said the man. "It's cool, Brenda. I know you and my dad have sex," Melanie rubbed her arm. "I hope I'm half as hot as you when I'm your age. I also know how much my dad is into you. He's a lucky guy." "Melanie!" said Brenda with a big smirk on her face. "Honey, may I just have a private word with you. Just give us a moment please." "Ok, well I'll tell you what," said the man, tapping a seat as Brenda put her arm around Melanie and they walked out for a minute. "You just relax and I'll start with the skinny girl. Sit here. I think the dangling heart would look good on her. You like this one, honey?" "Ok," said Steve, sitting down and looking at the little rhinestone covered heart charm in his hand. "Sure, seems like a pretty charm." "Ok, good," said the man, stepping on a petal as the chair rose and started reclining. Steve looked over at the girls having a conversation until the man stretched over his chest, blocking his vision as he was now confused as to what was happening. Steve looked over at Brenda, smiling at him as she seemed to be lecturing Melanie and then saw Melanie's eyes widening with concern. The man placed a towel over his eyes as he felt his top rising off his stomach and something being rubbed near his abs. "Brenda, no way," said Melanie. "I wanted this for me, but Britney's not ready." "She's a little more risqu? than she lets on, Melanie." Brenda turned away. "She's said yes, right." "Don't mind me leaning on you. It's so you don't jerk or get nervous," said the man. "You should be pretty numb by now." Steve almost had a stroke, feeling the quick pressure and then a sharp sting as the man held him from moving. "Holy shit," screamed Steve. "What the fuck!" The man looked up, seeing the stunned expression on Steve's face as Brenda raced in, getting there too late. He was tearing up as she hugged him. "It's over in a heartbeat, and you'll look as sexy as one of these teenagers when I'm done," said the man. "With your curves, Brenda, maybe even better. You'll be fine, now go over and look at the options for yourself as you're making Britney nervous." "Since we're doing it together, I'll have the courage," Brenda said as she dragged Melanie over to look at the other styles, as Steve was wincing, looking down at his newly pierced naval. "Brenda, you're crazy and my dad will kill you if he finds out that you let me do this," said Melanie, holding up a belly ring for herself. "But I love this one. I'm next" "Well, after the night I plan on giving him tonight," said Brenda. "You better keep wearing long shirts, and I'm sure he'll be sleeping in tomorrow." "Deal," said Melanie, excited now as Steve looked stunned, seeing his little charm swaying as he got up. He could barely breath, looking down at the little heart dangling from his belly button as Melanie could hardly wait her turn. She was beyond pumped getting hers done as Brenda was dying inside as she worked up the courage and did it as well. "Your father is going to have a canary when he sees me, but I know he thinks belly button piercings are sexy," said Brenda, looking down at her before lowering her shirt. "Just make sure he doesn't see yours for like a few years." "No problem," Melanie chuckled. "In my house, he prefers me in non- revealing stuff like turtle necks and parkas anyway and I'd never let him see me in a belly shirt." "Yeah, well you'll be wearing a one piece to the beach with him if we did go, ok?" said Brenda. "Come on, let's get home." "Deal," said Melanie, dropping her top down over it now, covering her barbell style. They headed back to Brenda's home, seeing the boys lounging on the couch as they all went inside. "Hey Mel." Luke hugged her and looked over at Steve before coming over and hugging him. "And welcome back Britney. Glad to see you again." "Yeah, I'm pumped for this," said Lance as they all finished hugging. "Glad everything turned out well for your grandmother, and this should be a great release for you!" "Yeah, I know," said Melanie, getting excited now. "I'm so psyched," "Ok, let's put all you stuff in the spare guest bedroom where you slept last night Britney, and you girls will sleep there tonight," said Brenda. "Go start getting ready, and I'll help you get everything right, before your dad gets here." "Oh, thanks so much," said Melanie before whispering to Steve. "I'll go first and then I can help you. Come on, let's wash your face." Melanie headed into the bathroom as Steve followed. They both scrubbed off their makeup as Brenda came in with her arms full, now carrying her blow dryer, hot rollers, and basket filled with products and irons. "So listen, your dad is running late Melanie. Just do your hair and makeup and then you can get dressed once we're gone ok," said Brenda, looking at her watch. "No surprise," said Melanie. She started doing her face and his as Brenda exited the room. She worked back and forth on herself and then Steve as Brenda came back in as she quickly handed him a blush brush. "I'm so excited for you girls," said Brenda. "I loved concerts so much when I was your age. I thought these would be kind of fun. Want to try them?" "Oh yes, definitely!" said Melanie, seeing Brenda open a little kit filled with false lashes. "Ok, let me show you how to use them," Brenda measured one on Steve's lids and trimmed it. "These are awesome for rock and roll chicks!" She then applied the glue and blew on it a few times, before pressing it on his lids and repeated with the other eye. "Wow, I love it on her," said Melanie as Brenda clamped down on his lashes now with her lash curler and then coated them a few times with mascara. When she was satisfied, she did Melanie's eyes, repeating the entire process and then looked through her makeup case, taking out some liquid liner and a few pencils. "How about you let me do the whole rock and roll look on you, girls," said Brenda. "Trust me, I'm a wizard with eyes." "That would be amazing, Brenda," said Melanie as Brenda worked back and forth on both Melanie and Steve, lining the inner and outer lids until she was satisfied. She was as excited as Melanie was, dipping her brushes in and out of pallets as she blended their shadows, cheeks and painted their lips. When she finished, she stepped back, looking at her work and then smiled, handing Melanie a very thick barrelled curling iron. "So, I think with your outfit Mel, you should use the big barrel with small sections, and it'll give you a nice wave with some great body, which would look incredible and you could keep the side part," said Brenda. "Just do the sides and front, and I'll help you with the back and we can tease it a little." "That sounds perfect," replied Melanie, barely able to control her excitement. "And for you missy, ..Hmm.. What to do?" Brenda pulled the bow from Steve's hair and dropped it on the vanity. "Ok, I got it. You don't mind, do you?" "No, sure Brenda," said Steve, rolling his eyes over at Melanie as she gave a little smirk. "Oh, I love this girl Mel! She's so easy to work with. Maybe I can adopt you for my daughter, Britney. It's so much fun doing hair and makeup," Brenda pulled his scrunchie and brushed through his hair. "Maybe your mother would trade you for one of my pain in the ass boys, but I doubt it. I'm sure she loves having a daughter to do things with." "I'll ask her," Joked Steve as he sat there looking over at Melanie twisting her hair as they all had a brief chuckle. She brushed it over and over before sweeping it from ear to ear in front of his eyes, and it felt strange as she twisted it on top of his head, snapping in a large jaw clip. He watched as Brenda opened her canister, taking the first large hot roller and inserting it at the back. It wasn't long before he felt the weight of the dozen hot rollers he counted her inserting, as he sat there feeling the warmth on his neck. before she released the jaw clip. As the hair fell, somewhat covering his eyes, she again brushed through it before she created a middle part, unblocking his vision before quickly straining each side with her flat iron, removing the little wave. He watched her stretch each long angled section of his hair in front and insert the barrel of a curling iron, hearing that now familiar sizzle. She adjusted the hot irons angle, sliding and tugging the long section before he could see it clamp down as she rolled it upward away from his face. She adjusted and re-clamped it a few times, before repeating the entire process on the other side before holding her palm over his eyes as she saturated his entire head in spray. "Sit a minute ok, while I go change." Brenda looked at her watch as she left the room. "Can you take out the hot rollers for me, Melanie?" "You look unbelievable," said Melanie as she unwound the first one. "Are you kidding me?" Steve answered. "Who knows what she bought us? I can't go out like that Mel. All that she had me try on were mini-skirts!" "Yeah, I know," said Melanie. "I'm wearing mine though, ok? I'm dying to see what she picked for me. You can just stay in these jeans and you'll look cool enough, trust me. I mean your makeup and hair are pretty hot, and don't worry, we'll get the piercing out and it'll heal right up." "Good, I'll feel a little better then," replied Steve as Melanie was taking out the last roller as Brenda returned. "How come you're not dressed, Brenda?" said Melanie. "I love your father honey, but he's got no sense of time." Brenda was annoyed. "I'm sorry girls, he frustrates me sometimes. He's going to be an hour late. He thinks they'll just hold his table with no big deal. Men can make you crazy at times!" "I'm sorry," said Melanie, rubbing her back as she was emotional and upset. "Just know he cares for you, but yes he can be insensitive." "I'm sorry girls," said Brenda, running her fingers through the back of Steve's head, separating the curls. "At least now I'll get to see how great you'll look all dressed up in the things I picked." "Oh, I thought we couldn't get dressed until after you left, because he wouldn't approve," said Steve as Brenda was spraying his hair now. "That was the original plan, but now you'll be leaving before us now, so let's get you girls dressed and out of here before he gets here," Brenda looked at her watch. "Now let's hustle girls, as I want you out of here in fifteen minutes just in case." Steve looked at Melanie as Brenda opened the shopping bags, laying their outfits on the bed before she left the room, closing the door. "Don't panic," Melanie said, immediately dropping her jeans. "It's no big deal. It's how girls go to concerts anyway. It'll be fine." "Some wear jeans too!" said Steve as Melanie unbuttoned his jeans for him. "Shit, this is gonna suck!" "Not really" Said Melanie as she whispered in his ear as she softly touched his crotch before she lifted his shirt carefully over his head. "I think it'll be much easier for me to lift up and enjoy you later on. Don't cha think?" "Oh shit!" said Steve trying to contain himself looking down at his erection. "I never thought of it that way, but oh yeah!" "Now clam that thing down, or we'll have a problem," said Melanie as she changed into her top. "I'm sorry." Steve was breathing heavily. "Let me not focus on what I'm seeing here!" "Good boy. Close your eyes, and don't look at me," said Melanie, patting him on the head like a dog as she pulled on her stockings and then her skirt. "Think about that fat chick we always see in Wendy's. I know how hot you are for her." "The one with the three chins and the moles," said Steve, losing his erection now. "That's so damn gross." "Yup, that's the one," Melanie laughed while pushing up his testicles and pulling back his penis as she tucked him and snapped the waist band tightly. "Now lift that left leg for me, Miss Britney." "That wasn't funny!" said Steve as he felt his stocking slide up his leg, and then the other. She snapped his stocking bands, tugging them tightly before he felt her sliding his arms though some sleeves. "Close them," said Melanie pushing his lids as he began peeking. "No cheating until I'm done. I don't want you staring at me and coming to life in that skirt." "Ok, but the swishing type sounds your outfit is making is driving me wild," said Steve, feeling her close his top zipping it. "I remember hearing that today. What is that leather? Did she buy you that black leather mini? That was so hot." "Unfortunately, she did not," said Melanie, lifting his feet as he felt the skirt slide up his legs. "That's too bad, it was so sexy on you," said Steve as he felt the skirt get tight around his ass and heard the zipper as she snapped it shut in the back. "I doubt I could stay soft seeing you in that!" "Oh trust me you won't be disappointed in what I'm wearing." Melanie stepped back. "So open your eyes and tell me what you think," "Wow! Holy shit," Steve was stunned at seeing her. "Damn, you're off the charts. How the hell am I going to stay soft all night, seeing you in that!" "Thanks honey, but that's how," said Melanie, smirking and pointing at Steve. "And by the way, that leather mini you loved. It looks better on you anyway." "Are you kid--" said Steve, shocked as Brenda interrupted. "Girls, hurry up," said Brenda. "Are you decent? Can I come in?" "Sure," replied Melanie as Brenda hurried in. "Here, I almost forgot the accessories I got you!" said Brenda. "Nothing crazy. Just some rock and roll stuff, ladies. Give me that sexy wrist, Britney." Steve looked down as Brenda snapped the little cardboard packaging off a group of two dozen or so thin silver bangles and slipped them over his left wrist. She then opened another box and pulled out a set of huge silver intertwined hoops from her little bag and changed his earrings, before handing him a shoe box as she attended to Melanie. "Aren't they incredible?" Brenda asked as Steve was panicking as he looked down at his legs after opening his box. "For a girl that's barely been in heels, you've been in some gorgeous shoes this weekend, right?" "I saw the few camera phone pictures from last night, but I doubt they look as good as she does now," Melanie said as Steve couldn't believe it as he stepped into his new shoes. "Well, I think Britney would be gorgeous in almost anything," said Brenda. "Now grab your bags girls, and let's get you out of here before your father gets here, or he'll kill all of us." Steve didn't know whether to scream or cry as he looked down and then took his first steps in his new jet black leather stiletto pumps, which were decorated in silver studs across the toes and had a solid, thin metallic silver 5 inch heel. His legs looked so long and shapely in his sheer black stockings, with a thin yet distinct black seam running all the way up the back of his legs before it disappeared under his tight black leather micro mini-skirt. Across the waistline of the skirt, he touched the silver chain style offset belt, realizing it only helped to highlight his bare midriff before drawing his eyes to the little dangling silver heart of his new naval piercing. He lifted his chin upward now as he walked a few steps towards the dresser for his pocketbook and he got the full view of his upper half now. His leather mini matched perfectly to the motorcycle style black leather studded top he had on, which barely covered his rib cage and had fringes down each sleeve. He slipped the matching fringed pocketbook over his shoulder and almost shit himself wondering where the hell Steve had gone. It was crazy to see that he was much more made up than ever before, with huge thick false lashes and thick black eyeliner framing his face. His lids were blended with charcoal and light grey shadows in an extremely sexy, smoky eye pattern now and his cheeks popped out under their new rosey hue. His lips had never looked so large and plump, as they were slightly over lined with a burgundy pencil then had been colored in candy apple red, and shined under a glittery gloss as he licked them. The middle part of his hair had now returned, but this time it was turned outward and upward, arranged with a thick sausage roll curl on each side, giving him a modern feathered type look in front, and in the back the hot rollers provided major wave and body, as it looked incredibly thick with big loose curls. "I've never felt so sexy in my life," said Melanie, spraying both of them in some perfume before grabbing his arm as she dragged them into the living room. "Off the charts," said Luke as they entered the room. "Holy crap, you girls look super hot!" "You girls definitely look ready to rock," said Lance with a fist pump. "This is going to be awesome." Steve wasn't sure whether he should be embarrassed or just disgusted, seeing the expression on the twins' faces as they were practically drooling, staring at both of them. "First you girls," said Brenda, taking out her camera. "Thanks fellas," said Melanie, loving it as Brenda snapped a few pictures. "Just be home right after the show, please," said Brenda as the boys joined and she snapped a few more. "I want you here before John and I get in please at about 1 am. Ok?" "Done deal. I'll text you after the show," said Melanie. "Thank you so so much, Brenda. This is incredible of you." Melanie was beside herself with excitement as they headed outside and into their car. The twins were both dressed identically in blue jeans and black converse sneakers, with the exception of their t-shirts, as Luke was in navy and Lance in black. Melanie, like Steve, was heavily made up with huge false lashes and sultry looking cranberry lips and her long blonde hair was teased and filled with thick waves. Her outfit left even less to the imagination than Steve's, as her cleavage looked incredible in her red leather half bustier, exposing his tight abs and naval piercing just above her matching micro mini leather skirt and red platform stilettos. The ride was short and filled mostly with Melanie talking everyone's ear off ,as she could barely control her excitement until they got to the show. Luke wasted no time holding out his arm for Melanie as she held his bicep and Steve had no choice but to follow her lead as they walked through the parking lot. It was nauseating staring at his girlfriend holding another man's arm as he and Lance followed them as they weaved through crowds. He stared at her legs and ass from behind, which looked incredible framed in a tight skirt and long blonde hair as they got to the turnstiles. It was strange having his purse searched and feeling the little touches of the slight frisk as they entered the arena. It was even more crazy as they headed up the escalator, seeing the huge crowd and looking down making sure not to catch his little spiked heel in the moving step as he held on to Lance. "Ok, we'll get us some beers and meet you girls at the seats," said Luke. "You don't have fake ids, right?" "No," said Melanie. "They won't serve us if you're with us, so just go find our seats and we'll take care of the rest," said Lance. "Cool, thanks," said Melanie, grabbing Steve's arm as they walked off. "Finally alone," teased Steve as they walked together like two girlfriends. "Yeah, like two hot lipstick lesbos," replied Melanie as she wiggled her fingers between his as they she led them through the tight crowd. "Now we're talking," said Steve as they pushed through a packed area. "Easy, we're in public," Melanie laughed. "We're getting enough stares as it is being all rocked out and sexy. Damn, this is fun." Steve tried not to focus on the sounds and stares around them as they continued weaving through all the people. He could hear some whistles and cat calls as he tried to avoid eye contact until his trance was broken as he felt his ass being pinched. "What the fuck," yelped Steve, looking up but unable to see who it was. "You ok," asked Melanie, looking back curiously. "I just got my ass pinched," whined Steve. "Go faster Mel, and get us to our seats." Mel was chuckling as they picked up the pace as he wiggled faster, trying to zone out all the noise. It was like his senses were heightened, feeling every rub and touch through the tight crowd as he moved. It was crazy hearing the quick clicking of the spikey heels under the super tight skirt, and feeling his little boobs and sausage roll curls bounce as he hurried. Finally, they headed through the section opening, relieved as all he could hear now was the band's sound check and they found their seats. After ten minutes, the boys arrived with eight beers, giving everyone two and he felt better sipping his as the show started. It was weird dancing in stilettoes next to his girlfriend as the boys sandwiched them inbetween. The show was loud and intoxicating, allowing him to forget about his situation for a few hours until he looked over, realizing Luke had his arm around Melanie and his hand rubbed up and down her back and ass. "That is not cool, Lance," Steve said in Lance's ear. "Control your brother, and get him off my girlfriend." "Dude, mom will kill you," said Lance yelling over at Luke. "She's hammered, asshole," replied Luke, annoyed ,giving his brother the finger. The show now ended and Luke walked with his arm around Melanie as she was wobbling in her heels. In the car ,she passed out on his shoulder as they rode home, and Luke practically carried her in, laying her in the bed as Steve was relieved the night was over. "Yo! Easy!" yelled Steve, pushing Luke's hands off Melanie as he hiked her up on the bed, somewhat exposing her panties and the top of her hose. "Watch those hands, asshole!" Quickly, Steve pulled her tight leather skirt back down and as he turned around, Luke was right in his face. "I wasn't doing anything, bitch!" said Luke, looking at his right hand. "You know exactly how to ruin a good night. Don't you? And you scratched me with your nails!" "I wasn't trying to ruin anything," screamed Steve. "I just don't want your slimy hands on my girlfriend, so leave her alone. She's not used to drinking at all," "You're right. My mom would kill me even though she dressed her to tease us, and get us all horny!" Luke smirked. "Finally you're thinking with the right head for a change," said Steve, relieved. "Thank you!" "True, so you'll have to fill in," said Luke. "No point wasting the night, is there? You look so damn hot Britney, and you'll never look sexier than you do right now, girl!" "No fucking way," screamed Steve. "I thought we're done with that shit. Get it out of your mind Luke. Please, that's behind us now and my girlfriend is right here. You abused me last night, and it's not going to happen again." "Luke, mom will be back soon with John," said Lance as Luke was texting. "I'm just as horny as you are, but that would be a train wreck if mom catches us!" "True!" said Luke, holding up his phone. "But we've got time for a quickie. She'll be here in twenty minutes, and I'm lucky if I'll make five!" Lance smiled at his brother as Luke dropped his pants to his ankles. "Just a quick hand job with a little rim action will do, my precious little rocker," said Luke as Lance dropped his pants now. "No way. This is bullshit," whined Steve. "Stop screaming, or you'll wake up Melanie," said Lance, trying to calm him. "You're gorgeous, and I think you enjoyed us last time." "Now come on, let's have some quick fun. We're so hot for you. Do it or we rat you to John, and now we've even got pictures, thanks to my mom," said Luke, taking Steve's hand and putting it on his dick. "Plus, I'm sure you don't want her waking up and seeing this!" "I fucking hate you assholes. You guys suck so bad," said Steve, looking down with his right hand now on Luke's dick. "But you suck so good, Britney!! Now get to work. You've got eighteen minutes," said Luke, taking Steve's other hand and placing it on Lance's dick. "Now kneel down and work it girl!" He had no choice but to kneel down now as he began yanking with a penis in each hand as the boys began moaning in pleasure as he was stroking them. After a few minutes, Luke pushed down on the back of his head as he began sucking on him while tugging on Lance. After a minute or two, Luke pulled sternly on his hair, lifting his lips off his penis and pushing his face towards Lance, as he now switched to his cock, engulfing him and yanking on Luke this time. This new arrangement went on for a few minutes until finally Luke pulled his hand off his penis but again he felt pressure on the back of his head, forcing Lance deeper down his throat. "Relax your throat and stretch, Britney," said Luke. "I've always wanted to try this bro, so don't move." Luke pulled hard on Steve's hair, forcing him to really yelp and suddenly he felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as Luke jammed his penis into Steve's mouth along with his brothers. Luke controlled all the bobbing, pulling and pushing at the back of Steve's head as he felt his lips stretching to the limit as he sucked two dicks at once. The boys were screaming with excitement as their cocks rubbed against each other inside Steve's mouth as one exploded and then thirty seconds later, the other, as Steve was choking as Lance pulled out first after empting his load into Steve's throat before Luke ejaculated half into Steve's mouth and the other half all over his face as he couldn't swallow fast enough. "That was crazy awesome," said Luke, high fiving his brother as Lance looked at his watch. "And with three minutes to spare," said Lance, pulling up his pants. "Clean up, bitch." "Sleep well, Britney," said Luke, buckling his belt. "I know I will." "Make sure you and Melanie change before her father sees you two in these clothes," said Lance. "My mom left you pajamas on the nightstand." Steve was tearing up as he could feel the stickiness all over his face. He went into the bathroom, seeing seamen all over his cheeks ,disgusted as it dripped from his chin. He took a wash cloth, wiping and washing off his makeup before changing into the pink and green striped pajamas. He returned, stripping the passed out Melanie, changing her, and wiped off the majority of her makeup as he passed out asleep next to her in bed, exhausted. In the morning, he felt Melanie shaking him awake and the light shining into his eyes as she woke him. "Come on, we've got to move," said Melanie. "My dad is driving us to your play in like forty five minutes, so get in the shower." "What time is it?" asked a groggy Steve. "It's 7:30 am, but you need to be there by 9:00," replied Melanie. "The show isn't until later, but you need to learn your parts, get fitted in wardrobe, and get to hair and makeup. Now hurry up, and I'll help you when you come out." Steve took a shower and when he came out, Melanie quickly blew out his hair. She parted it again down the middle and returned it to its original straight angled style, before doing his makeup in a basic natural look with soft pink lips and a touch of mascara. They both redressed in their jeans and blouses that they had barely worn the day before, and headed into the kitchen, seeing Melanie's dad sitting with Brenda sipping coffee. "The show was amazing dad," said Melanie, hugging him. "Thank you so much!" "Thank you as well sir, and Brenda of course, you've been incredible," said Steve. "Ok, let's go girls," said John as everyone hugged. "Break a leg honey, and take all your new stuff with you!" said Brenda, handing Steve some bags full of all his new clothes. "Let me know when its on again, and I'd love to come see the show." "Sure," replied Steve, happy to be out the door now. John's father drove them to the playhouse and dropped them off as Melanie went inside with Steve. "Hey, Raymond," said Melanie, hugging him. "So this is Steve, aka Britney." "Wow Mel!" said Raymond, surprised when he saw Steve. "He's much better than I imagined." "Hey, I don't disappoint!" teased Melanie. "Do I?" "Good hair to work with. Nice and slim. An excellent base to start from!" said Raymond, circling him and lifting his hair "Ever act before Steve?" "Yeah, a lot lately!" Steve chuckled as he looked at Melanie. "But never in a play, and I've always wanted to be an actor. I've taken some acting classes in school." "You won't be saying much, but it'll be a start for you," said Raymond. "This is a western about the old Wild West, so there aren't many parts for girls, but from the looks of you, I think this could work!" "Thanks sir," said Steve. "A small part is perfect!" "Good, let's get you over to wardrobe and see what fits, and then we'll do some readings," said Raymond. "In this business, you'll need to get used to being half naked, changing in front of almost anyone so let's get you out of these clothes." Steve followed Raymond to the wardrobe area and was stunned, seeing hundreds of costumes in a large room. He stripped down to his underwear as requested as a few women took measurements and searched through racks. "Steve, meet Serena, she's our costume director," said Raymond. "Hi," said Steve. "Hello dear," said Serena. "So, I'm told you are quite comfortable in almost anything? This is important, as we like our characters to look as authentic as possible?" "Sure, I guess," answered Steve, seeing them bringing many toutfits towards him. "Well, looks to me like you're quite serious about your female side," said Serena, taking his hand and looking at his nails and then touching his naval piercing as he winced a little. "I can see its new, so we'll be mindful of that," said Serena. Before he knew it, they were trying outfit after outfit on him as he just stood there having no idea what exactly his part would be. He was in big dresses, tight dresses, corsets, tops, coats and even hats until finally they finished. Serena handed him a robe and he slipped into it, following Raymond to an area where he fed him a few different simple lines as he practiced for a good hour, before finally Raymond decided on the few readings he had. He took him on stage and showed him positioning, and worked on body language until finally Raymond was satisfied. "I like Britney for your stage name, and let's get you to hair and makeup. It's two hours until show time and they'll need some time to experiment," said Raymond as he followed him backstage. "So you've got one line in act one and two in act two, and for everything else you'll be in the background. Rehearse those lines while they get you ready," Steve sat there zoned out in his robe as they worked on his makeup. He was reading the script when they began on his hair and he was thinking about how crazy all this was as they pushed and pulled at the back of his head. "Hey sweetie," said a voice, breaking Steve's trance as he looked up. "Mom!" said Steve as she surprised him backstage while the girl was curling the back his hair. "What are you doing back here?" "You were so right, Melanie. He looks incredible," said Steve's mother, breaking his trance as Steve looked up while the stylist saturated the back of his head in spray. "I'm sorry honey, I couldn't wait." "Head back down until I clip in this layer, ok Britney?" said the stylist, pushing his head a little forward as she lifted a row of already curled extensions over his head and snapped it on top of his natural layer she just curled. "That's his stage name," said Melanie, patting his mother as the stylist unclipped the next layer of his hair and began creating the next row of banana curls. "It's pretty right?" "I love it on him," said his mother gushing as hairspray was filling the back of Steve's head again. "Who knew he'd be so cute in curls," "Mom, maybe can talk later?" Steve gave her a look. "It feels kind of weird talking to you like this while their getting me ready." "Oh stop honey! I'm finally glad I didn't make you cut that hair of yours. Who knew it would turn out so pretty," said his mother, kissing his cheek. "I'll leave you alone so they can do their job getting you ready, but I can barely contain myself. I'm dying to see what costume you'll be in. I'm so proud of you honey!" "Have a great show," said Melanie, winking at him and pecking his cheek. "See you later!" Steve felt relieved as Melanie's little plan had worked with his mother, as she thought he was in drag for the play, so he relaxed concentrating on his lines while they finished doing his hair. It was half an hour until show time now as the wardrobe people began dressing him as they rolled some white hose up his legs. They were a well-oiled machine, as quickly he was stepping into some petticoats and he looked down, seeing them stuff some large inserts into a simple white bra as they fastened it on his back. For the first time in his cross dressing endeavours, he felt the considerable weight of big jugs as they bounced a little while they carefully positioned and tightened his cincher around his waist as he sucked in a bit, careful not to allow them to pinch his naval ring. It was strange as they had him take a huge step wide hoop skirt before they tied it tightly on his waist and took some pins, pinning it to his undergarments. He held a shoulder as he couldn't even see the shoes below the hoop skirt as he stepped into them and then raised his arms like they asked as they ever so skillfully lowered the large bell shaped gown over his head, stretching it down over the hoop skirt. They fussed with hair for a few minutes, and then powdered his face one last time and before he knew it, they were cuing him to be ready to go on stage. He walked to the edge of the curtain, amazed at the size of the audience from backstage and looked over at his reflection in the backstage mirror. He shook his head, watching the layers of extensions and his own hair flow in unison as old fashion sausage roll curls bounced and sprang from behind a series of white and pink thin ribbons tied in a bow at the back of his head. On his forehead ,they had clipped in some thick faux bangs and in front of each ear, a few delicate ringlets hung, framing his face. His theater type makeup was dramatic with huge red lips and extreme blushed round cheeks made to over accentuate his features on stage. His false lashes were thick and dark, and his face seemed so much paler with all the light powder. His body's shape couldn't have been more different than yesterday's leather outfit, with the oversized bell dress replacing the micro mini, and yesterday's focal point of his bare midriff had been replaced by his now big bust filling out the pilgrim top. It took a few moments to adjust his mindset as he gazed at himself, trying to get into character as a delicate southern belle that would be hitting the stage soon. He touched the soft material of one of his long sleeves, as his dress had a lightly ruffled white pilgrim top and sleeves, a pink center on the bodice, and a pink bow accents matching those in his hair. The huge belle skirt had rows of lace-edged white ruffles with bunched draped layers sitting softly on top of the underlying hoop skirt, looked almost curtain like and the exposed satin white layer at the bottom finished off the intricate dress with delicate ruffles. It felt strange as he moved, unable to see his feet as the tremendous dress moved like one big bell floating perfectly just slightly above the floor as he moved, getting his final instructions as Raymond waved him over. "You'll be the fancy of many fine gentlemen in this flirtatious, yet chaste dress. You're a fine Southern Belle, so smile when you walk across the stage with confidence," said Raymond, handing him a parasol. "Now get ready dear." As he heard his cue, he couldn't believe he was on stage dressed as some lovely southern belle as he waltzed to his position in the show. He did his best acting lady like and aced his lines until he headed backstage with the cast at intermission. They didn't let him rest for long as he sipped some water and took a quick breather before he was being lifted from his gown, petticoats, and undergarments. His eyes were bulging this time as he saw the skimpy outfit he soon found himself in as they wardrobe team began working on him before he could barely blink. It was not slow and precise like before, adjusting and experimenting with makeup until it was perfect or meticulously creating curls, as this time the team worked rapidly with limited intermission time. He was being waited on by three people as one worked on his face, another dug through his hair, and a third started dressing him, sliding on his stockings. He had no time to even panic or be overly worried as a total stranger pulled down his underwear and found himself holding his breath, being corseted and tucked as they closed him in. He knew there was no turning back as he looked down watching them snap the last garter on his thigh and observed some long gloves sliding up his arm over his elbow. While this occurred, they were heavily gelling the top of his head and squeezing a styling tool above his ear before brushing rapidly through his curls as he winced, feeling the constant tugging as they separated the tight rolls and brushed out some of the hair spray. Finally, he felt the tension on his forehead and the scratching of a few bobbi pins behind his ears as he glanced over, seeing his former extension tossed on the counter next to him as they saturated him in hair spray. It wasn't much longer before people were scurrying into position for the next act before he watched them hold open a tiny dress which he stepped into as they slid it up his body and zipped him in. He couldn't believe he was more nervous now than before, thinking about what his mother was about to see him in as he got a good look at the flapper style dress as he held a shoulder while they fastened the straps of some heels as he stepped into them. As the hair and wardrobe people now dispersed, he wandered over, gazing at himself in the large mirror near the backstage curtain. Tiny thin layers of black fringed tassels covering the flapper style short dress were swaying back and forth as he sashayed side to side as he walked in the black strappy open toe stilettos as he approached the mirror. He felt so embarrassed, knowing his mother was minutes from seeing him in heels and a skimpy outfit with the ends of the garters purposely showing below the short skirt. On each arm were red satin elbow length gloves, and on his left leg was a red and black lacey elastic garter band. The banana ringlets on his shoulders had been brushed out and reshaped with a firm gel into distinct pressed finger waves, and across his forehead, the false bangs had been replaced with a sequin covered red headband with a large red feather protruding. Below the headband, the former ringlets were picked out and pinned, creating a thick body of wide curls. "Last act, everyone," said Raymond, as Steve stood there as the makeup people glossed up his lips again. "Let's knock them dead. Remember you're a confident flapper. A saloon girl with confidence and a touch of attitude!" The show began as Steve awaited his turn on stage. When the time came, they handed him a cigarette holder, lit the faux cigarette and they placed a red feather boa around his neck before he strolled on stage spouting his few lines and realizing now that he was the center of the boys attention. He tried to look nervous as the staged bar fight broke out as the boys duked it out over him as he winked and did his best acting. Finally, he took his bow at the end as he was incredibly relieved as Raymond handed him a bouquet of red roses as the cast took their final bow. "You were unbelievable," screamed Melanie, hugging him as they got backstage. "I'm so proud of you dear," said his mother. "I know this must have been so difficult, but you're an incredible actor. You must be practicing forever behind my back and you walk in heels like you've done it all your life. You're amazing honey." "Thanks mom," Steve said, relieved. "I'm just glad it's over." "Well, who said that!" Raymond said, coming over. "You were a smash hit, my friend. I do think you've got a bright future in acting. The flirting! The body language. You had incredible chemistry." "Thank you, Raymond," Steve was embarrassed. "I did my best!" "I disagree, Steve. I think your best is still to come," said Raymond. "You've got tremendous raw talent as an actor, so here you go, dearie!" "What's this?" said Steve, taking the paper. "It's an opportunity to get a scholarship!" said Raymond. "I'd like you to commit to an entire semester with us doing this show, and while you do we'll fund your entire senior year of high school. If you ar