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The Chick Magnet By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "Hurry up Bret," his brother Peyton told his brother, holding his face as they drove. "Dad is going to kill you Peyton," said Bret. "You realize they're probably going to suspend you for fighting, regardless of whose fault this was, and there's a good chance you're going to get kicked out of school, since you're failing so many classes. I have to call him." "Please don't! Just tell him I fell in the school yard. Don't ruin his trip or he'll flip," Peyton pleaded, holding ice on his face. "I'll fess up when he gets home in a few weeks." "You better, because I'm not taking the fall for you," said Bret. "I've got enough issues of my own." Bret called his father and tried keeping it calm as his father was away on business in Europe. He didn't make a big deal of the situation, leaving out the fight and listened to his father's instructions. "Just get him to the dentist!" his father told him. "Please don't leave him in any pain like that." "Ok, I got it dad." Bret drove his brother, who was in major pain bleeding all over his clothes. "I can handle this!" "Give them my insurance card if they give you a hard time, you'll have to say you're me, because with work like this, he may need a parent to sign," said his father. "You look so much older now with that damn beard anyway. I hate that thing, but it may be useful today. Call me later and give me an update on Peyton, ok." "You got it dad," Bret responded. As they got to the dentist, they rushed Peyton in as he was in extreme pain and quite bloody. Bret filled out the form and handed the receptionist the forms, signing his father's name. He sat there waiting for over an hour until finally he was interrupted from reading a magazine. "Hi, I'm Dr. Mullen." The dentist extended her hand to Bret who was sitting in the waiting area. "Everything is stable now. Ten year olds sometimes panic a little when they see so much blood, but Peyton will be fine. Follow me please, as I'd like to talk in private, and then I'll bring you to Peyton." "Sure," said Bret with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "So this is awkward, but let me start by apologizing," said Dr. Mullen, handing Bret a bag. "My regular assistant is out today and her fill in is a disaster. Don't panic though, Peyton is fine but my fill in did not follow proper protocol and Peyton's shirt and pants are soaked in blood and some chemicals. Honestly they're ruined. I hope you'll forgive us as I take great pride in customer satisfaction, so I sent my receptionist across the street and bought a new outfit." "Really? Wow!" Bret took the bag. "That wasn't necessary." "Of course it was. It was the least I could do," said Dr. Mullen. "I know how hard it is these days financially on people, and I noticed on your chart that you're a single parent. That has to be hard, especially that you look so young to be a parent. Honestly, I really admire people like you." "Doc, are you kidding?" said Bret. "I admire people like you. Most people would have just sent us on our way with Peyton all soaked and not caring." "That's so sweet of you to say, Mr. Murray." Dr. Mullen flicked her wrist. "It's the least I could do." "Thanks again." Bret eyed her up, smiling. "You're obviously someone special." "You know stop me if I'm being too forward, and I realize I'm a few years older than you, but," said Dr. Mullen, looking him in the eyes and nervously sweeping her hair behind her ear. "Would you want to have dinner tonight?" "Really?" replied a very shocked Bret. "Sorry, was that too presumptuous?" Dr. Mullen turned a little red. "I'm sorry, forget it. A guy as good looking as you must have a girlfriend. I'm sorry, I never do this. You just seemed so nice, and I've been cooped up working so much lately. I'm sorry, forget I mentioned it. Let's go see Peyton." "Relax doc," said Bret, grabbing her arm as she was ready to run out. "I'd love that, but I'd have to make a few calls and get a sitter for Peyton." "Oh of course. I can help you there. Let me get my receptionist on the phone." Dr. Mullen picked up the phone. "Hey Sydney, can you make a reservation for two at six pm tonight at the new steak house, and we'll need Francesca to watch a ten year old for me until after dinner. Tell her I'll call her in an hour and to be prepared to plan some fun activities, and it's on me." "Sounds fantastic!" said Bret, almost leaping out of his shoes following her. "But that's too much to ask doc. I can try and find someone." "It's nothing, and trust me she's amazing with all this stuff. When my little nieces come to visit, they want me to have her plan their agenda and come with us. She knows all the activities the young kids like. And by the way, you can call me Mandy when we're not with the staff ok?" Dr. Mullen softly rubbed his arm as she walked past him. "Let's go see Peyton, ok!" "Great, and of course call me Bret." Bret followed her down the hall. They walked into the room seeing Peyton passed out in the chair, drooling a touch with his head turned toward the dental sink with a thin tube hanging from his mouth. Bret was dying with excitement, barely thinking about Peyton. "Ok, so Peyton will be out of it for a bit until the anesthesia wears off, and I can call my assistant to help you with anything you need," said Dr. Mullen, taking the little suction tube from his mouth. "I'll give you some privacy so you can change her once the drooling has stopped." "Change her?" Bret asked, stunned, looking down realizing he had the bag in his hand. "Yes, in the clothes we got you. They're in the bag you're holding," Dr. Mullen smiled at him. "Did you want help with that?" "Ah no, of course not!" said Bret, glancing into the bag. "Ok, well hopefully you like what my assistant picked out, but I know how funny kids her age can be," said Dr. Mullen, coming closer to him and taking the bag and looking into it as she softly touched his fingers. "If you don't like it, we'll exchange it later, but we really should get her into some dry clothes before she wakes up. It's a little dressier than what she has on, but I figured that would work better for us for later. Sound good?" "I'm sure they're fine," said Bret as Mandy sexily bit her lip, looking at him. Good, then we'll give you two some privacy and just take a seat next to her until she wakes up after you change her." Mandy headed for the door. "Your daughter will be fine, and I'm really looking forward to tonight." "Me too!" said Bret. "I'll check on you in a half hour," said Mandy, smiling. "One last word of advice. Have her keep her hair tied up next time you come, because these chairs we have with the plastic headrests just create a mass of sweaty tangles for our patients. I know how much they whine when you have to brush out all the knots. I took care of it for now while she was out because it was pretty knotty, and I wasn't sure if you were any good with hair. I had the same sandy brown fine hair when I was her age. It's pretty but she could use a good trim with all those split ends she's got. See you in a bit." Bret practically couldn't breath as she exited the room, stunned that he was about to go out with the sexiest dentist he had ever seen. He started emptying the bag, laughing to himself as he began changing his little brother. "He's going to go berserk!" Bret thought to himself, pulling off Peyton's socks and shoes. His jeans were pretty wet and he was actually soaked to his underwear. It was strange enough pulling off his nasty white briefs, but even stranger as he opened a package and lifted his brother's legs, sliding on some pink cotton panties. He lifted one ankle and then the other, rolling some soft cotton leggings over his ankles and then lifted under his back as he slid them up, snapping the waist band. He was nervous at first seeing the little bump in front from his privates, but quickly calmed down, holding up the flaring type long top which he figured would easily cover it. He sat his brother forward, seeing the side pony that Mandy had created on his head and giggled as he proceeded to slide on his top. They even got him shoes which were a little snug, but fit as he forced them on, and just sat back waiting for Peyton to wake up. "I'm so groggy," said Peyton when he began to wake up. "Everything is numb." "Yeah that was rough, but luckily you're ok," said Bret. "That'll teach you to fight with older kids." "Don't lecture me, bro," Peyton rubbed his eyes and noticed the ruffled cuff at the end of his sleeve. "What the hell!" "Calm down and remember they think I'm dad," said Bret. "So just stay quiet and listen. You freaking soiled yourself and they gave you clothes. Don't get crazy as it's just temporary, but they thought you were a girl. Peyton can be a girl's name too you know, and dad has been dying for you to cut that hair forever." "Are you nuts!" Peyton answered, sitting up and getting a good look at his clothes now. "No way bro. Get me out of this stuff." "Relax, unless you want me telling dad everything!" said Bret. "I'll call him right now if you want! You've got some big problems now, Peyton. Bigger than the clothes you're in." "No shit, but get me out of here," said Peyton, starting to feel sensations in his body as he stood up. Peyton wobbled a little as he tried to stand up and sat right back down in the chair. He looked down lifting his ankles and wiggled his toes, watching the little black lace bow on the toe of the patent leather black flats barely bend. On his legs were tight black soft leggings, and his matching black top ended in two rows of salmon pink thick lacey ruffles across his thighs. Around his waist, the top pinched just a little behind a small row of salmon pink sewed in bows decorating his abdomen, and each sleeve ended in matching ruffled cuffs. He pinched his neck down, looking at the large glitter filled pink heart at the center of the top on his chest, and then touched the side pony, seeing it move out of the corner of his eye. "So how's my little friend Peyton doing," said Dr. Mullin as she entered the room. "I'm so happy to see you up honey. You feeling better dear?" "I'm feeling kind of strange, honestly," Peyton answered, looking ready to kill his brother as he glanced at him. "But better I guess." "Well sweetie, you'll feel more normal once the anesthesia wears off, but it could have been much worse," said Dr. Mullin, leaning over as Peyton was staring at her big boobs under her white dental jacket. "The good news is you'll be just fine and back to normal soon. The bad news is you'll be seeing more of me as we'll need to schedule a follow up, but it'll be painless, ok?" "Sure I guess," Peyton replied, fixated on her boobs. "Ok, well rest a for another twenty minutes and by then Francesca will be here and I'll introduce you to her," Dr. Mullin headed out the door. "I'm sure you'll have a blast, and our reservation is all set Bret. I'm really looking forward to it." "What's that about?" asked Peyton as she left, looking at his brother. "Well, I know it's nuts but she asked me to dinner. She loved that I'm a young single parent raising my daughter and well, we just hit it off," said Bret. "You're going to hang with her sitter while we go out for a bite." "Like this?" yelled Peyton. "No way bro." "Stop calling me that. I'm dad right now," said Bret. "You're doing it and I'm sure you'll give me no trouble. Not after all the trouble you're in, and no way am I passing up a date with a doctor this freaking hot. You blow any of this for me and I'll tell dad the truth right now. Now start thinking like any other of those annoying girls in your class, because that's what you'll be for the next few hours. Deal with it!" "This is bullshit!" said Peyton begrudgingly, as Peyton took out his cell phone. "Fine! Stop! I said fine, Bret!" They talked for another ten minutes as Bret tried to get his brother into the right mind set, until finally Dr. Mullin returned with Francesca. Both Bret's and Peyton's eyes popped, seeing the extraordinarily hot teenager enter wearing stretch jeans, spikey ankle boots, and a tight t-shirt as she waved hello. "So, this is Francesca!" said Dr. Mullin. "I'll let you two get acquainted, and I'm going to get out of here so I can freshen up and change, and I'll meet you at the restaurant, Bret. Have fun Peyton." "Sounds perfect," said Bret, quite excited now. "Ready to have some fun? So what do you like to do, honey?" Francesca asked as she walked right over to Peyton, and gave him a hug. "Shopping, crafts, baking? What are you into?" "Oh I don't know?" replied Peyton, having no idea how to answer. "Whatever you think?" "Are you in cheer or gymnastics, or theatre or anything?" Francesca asked him. "Give me a feel for what you like to do, honey?" "She's used to boy stuff unfortunately, living with me," Bret interrupted, trying to help him answer. "But she's very easy going, so whatever you think is fine." "I was like that too, growing up with all brothers," said Francesca. "Don't worry, I know exactly what its like when you're just coming into your own as a young girl, I've got a lot of fun ideas for us that will help.." "Great, I really appreciate that," said Bret, giving Peyton a look. "I'm sure she'll be just fine with you, and of course give you no trouble. No acting up Peyton, and be a perfect young lady for Francesca." "We'll be fine," said Francesca. "Now go have fun and take good care of my friend. She could really use a night out." "Will do," said Bret, happily leaving his brother behind. Peyton followed Francesca to her car and the next thing he knew, they were at the mall. He followed her into the shopping mall and soon was holding outfits up against him and giving opinions as she took him everywhere. She was constantly texting everywhere they went, until finally he was more relaxed as they entered an arcade. They played games for a half an hour, and next thing he knew she was dragging him into a store filled with sparkly jewelry, cosmetics, and accessories. "I never had any bling as a kid growing up with all boys. I assume it's like that for you?" Francesca asked, grabbing a few things. "Here don't mind me, ok." Francesca was now taking item after item, seeing how they looked on Peyton as he just stood there. She tried different headbands and clips on his head, and then held some earrings up next to his ears. It was all too strange as bracelets went on and off his wrists, and the next thing he knew he was tasting a bubble gum flavored gloss as she lifted his chin without warning and coated his lips. "You're a little young, but boys love this flavor. Trust me," Francesca stated, beginning to text like crazy again. "It's clear, so your dad won't get mad. I'm not sure if he lets you wear any makeup yet?" She then went to the counter paying for a basket full of accessories and paid as Peyton stood there. "I'm going to have her wear these out, and can you cut the tag off this little bag ok," said Francesca. "Of course Miss," said the sales clerk. Peyton's eyes widened, seeing Francesca slide a solid pink and a solid black Bengal bracelet over his wrist and then pull some little clip on, shiny black tear drops earrings from the packaging. "You bought all this for me?" said Peyton, feeling the first one clamp his ear. "Yeah, but with Dr. Mullen's money," said Francesca. "She's the best and she's so generous. They're really cute on you with your outfit, and they'll do until you work up the nerve to get your ears pierced. I was so scared to do it when I was your age too." "I'm not scared of anything," Peyton replied as she slipped a pink and black lace ruffled scrunchie over his side pony. "It's ok to be afraid. I was at your age," said Francesca, placing the strap of his shiny new black new pocketbook on his shoulder. "All in time honey, but you'd be surprised how just a few accessories can make a difference. Come on, let's go get some dessert." Francesca now took Peyton into a book store and bought a number of teen fashion magazines. She sat with him having ice cream as they looked through magazines, and she was talking all about fashion and boys. She texted back and forth before finally they walked outside, meeting his brother and Dr. Mullen. "So did you have fun with Francesca?" said his brother. "Because I know we did." "Bret," sighed Dr. Mullen as he planted a strong kiss on her, revolting his brother. "She's an absolute doll," said Francesca. "What time tomorrow, Dr. Mullen?" "Can you do eleven, Francesca?" said Dr. Mullen. "I took the whole day off and Bret and I have an amazing day planned." "You do?" said Peyton, surprised. "Yes sweetie," said Dr. Mullen, bending down and giving him a hug. "But don't worry, I intend to spend some time with you too real soon, ok? Plus, I've got some wonderful surprises for you. I'm sure you'll love them." "Sure, eleven works," said Francesca. Peyton barely said a word until he got in his brother's car and they headed home. "This is bullshit, Bret," Peyton pulled the scrunchie, releasing his hair. "I'm not doing this again. No way, you jerk!" "You've got a pretty foul mouth for a little girl," his brother laughed. "You're doing it again tomorrow, and if you don't like it, here's my phone. Call dad and complain. I'll be happy to tell him everything about your grades, the fight, and I'll make sure I don't leave out a thing!" Peyton was ready to kill him as they got home. Immediately he ran upstairs slamming his door as he changed and played video games, trying to forget his day. In the morning, his brother flipped on the lights as he rolled over, annoyed at being woken up. "Come on my lovely little daughter," teased Bret. "Time to rise and shine. Go brush your teeth and I'll help you get dressed." "Are you kidding me?" said Peyton. "You're wearing one of dad's suits?" "We're going to her country club," Bret answered. "Now here's some clean panties, and follow me as I've got your clothes downstairs." "I've had it. No way," said Peyton, dialing his father. "Hello Peyton," said his father. "Is everything ok? How are you feeling son?" "Hi dad!" Peyton answered, taking a big gulp and looking at his brother. "Yes, everything is fine. I've been doing my homework and all is great! Just wanted to make sure you knew Bret took good care of me. See you soon." "You know he never says much, dad," said Bret. "Don't worry about anything and see you in a few weeks. Bye." "I hate you," said Peyton as his brother held out some white tights and he stepped into them. He was sick to his stomach, feeling Bret tug them up tightly and snap the waist band. He looked down as his brother was taking some white Mary Jane type shoes, slipping them on to his feet and fastening the little buckle across each shoe. "Arms up," said Bret as he wasted no time the second he lifted them, sliding his outfit over his head. Peyton was frozen in place while the soft material slid past his face, blocking his vision until finally he looked down, seeing the floral pattern when it finally slipped in place. He was shivering nervously as he felt the zipper slide up his back, and then his brother fastened the two little buttons at the top of his back. "This is too extreme Bret," Peyton pleaded. "Please let me put on what I had on yesterday." "You can't wear that again, and you have to be more dressy today," said Bret, tugging at the back of the dress. "Now stop moving, this is my first time tying a big bow like this." "Easy, that hurts!" Peyton complained as his brother now began brushing his hair from behind. "I can make my own ponytail." "Shut up, I just watched a Youtube video on how to do this," said Bret. "It's not tough, but just stand still. It just snaps in once you get it right." "This is so out of control," replied Peyton, hearing a little click and then his brother stepped out in front of him looking him. He looked down, staring at shiny little ivory white shoes below the flaring dress as he took his first steps walking towards the mirror. It was frustrating as he turned red, catching an initial glimpse of himself for the first time in a fancy little dress. As he moved his legs slightly, the ? length floral print skirt shifted and swayed, exposing his legs in his white tights, not believing he was about to leave the house like this. The floral skirt consisted of wonderful violet and lilac flowers on a white background, and around his waist was a thick purple sash, which was tied at the back of his waist in a thick silk bow. Above the sash, the dress was a bright white with shiny short ruffled sleeves and a rounded collar, both of which were trimmed in the same purple silk as the sash. His hair had been brushed straight back off his forehead, and was held tightly in place with a metal barrette, which was covered in huge silk lilac and violet flowers as his hair hung loosely on his shoulders. They got in the car and stopped at the supermarket as Peyton was incredibly annoyed, following his brother in and having to being out in public like this. "Just one second," said Bret, grabbing some gum and rummaging through the white bucket of cheap flowers. "This thing is annoying the crap out of me," whined Peyton, tugging at the clip. "Please let me take this out. It's too tight." "Stop it. Hold these and let me see what I can do!" Bret told him, handing him the flowers and pulling out the clip. "You can't look like a wreck. This is like a frizzy disaster." "Here, let me help?" said a leggy blonde, stopping her shopping cart and taking the clip. "Wife out or town?" "No. Single parent?" answered Bret, felling odd. "Really, me too. I'm Jan!" said the woman, holding out her hand. "I've got a son about her age." "Wow, I thought you were younger!" Bret turned on the charm. "Oh please," said Jan, playfully tapping his shoulder. "Don't mind me, ok? It's a little knotty, so let me just fix it for you and it'll be much better." "Oh that's too much trouble," said Bret as she took a spray bottle from her purse and sprayed it into his hair as she brushed it. Peyton felt so embarrassed, smelling the floral scented de-tangler dampening his hair as Jan brushed through it. He could feel her tugging and twisting and before he knew it, she snapped in the clip again and was covering his eyes, hitting it with a little finish spray. "Cute right? Come on I'll show you what to get," said Jan, as Bret followed as she loaded his arms. "That was so nice of you," said Bret. "Do you live around here?" "No, but I work across the street," said Jan, handing Bret her card. "Listen, don't take this the wrong way, but she could really use a good haircut. I know it's tough for dads that don't know much about this stuff, but come see me and I'll take care of those dead ends." "Really? That would be fantastic!" Bret was excited. "I'm there late tonight, and my hours are on my card," said Jan taking it back and writing on the back of it. "If you already have a different hairdresser for her that's cool, but I wrote my cell on the back since we're both single parents. I was thinking maybe the kids could have a play date or whatever?" "That's so nice of you," said Bret, perking up big time. "It was great meeting you, and I look forward to it." "Me too," said Jan. "Enjoy the flowers, sweetie. I love dads that buy their little girls flowers!" Peyton was steaming as his brother paid for the items and they left the market. He could barely speak as he pulled down the vanity mirror, seeing how she had just neatly pulled it back behind, the clip adding a touch of poofy volume in front, and how it seemed so shiny and frizz free unlike before. He sat quietly in the car with his brother as they stopped to pick up Dr. Mullen at her condo, and then Francesca at her parents' house. It made him even more sick as they gushed over how cute he looked, before finally they pulled up for lunch. He sat there on his best behavior, having lunch with Bret and the girls. They had a lovely soup and then salad as Peyton was mostly quiet, waiting for this to end as he sat there on his best behavior. "So I hope you don't feel like we're moving too quickly, but last night was incredible," Dr. Mullen gushed. "I was thinking we could spend some regular time together?" "Really?" said Bret, excited but trying to act cool. "Of course, I would really love that Mandy, but I am a single parent and my precious little thing over here comes first." "Yeah, about that?" Dr. Mullen grinned. "So I thought I'd mention that I've made a few adjustments in my busy schedule, and it appears I'm going to have every Tuesday and Thursday afternoons available starting this week. I was wondering if you'd have any free time during those days." "Oh, of course," said Bret, perking up. "That would be great. Francesca could help out, I assume?" "I'm so sorry, Dr. Mullen," Francesca chimed in. "I have class on Tuesday, and my other job on Thursdays. How much time would you need?" "Oh, I'd be fine," Peyton interrupted. "I could just stay in my room and watch tv, or of course do homework." "You are such a big girl honey. I'm sure you could," said Dr. Mullen, smiling at him. "Francesca, of course I know all those scheduling commitments you have my dear, so I did make a few calls. Do me a favor, why don't you show Peyton the gardens, I'm sure she'd love that while we wait for our main course. It must be so boring for her here with us, and with all this grown up talk." "Sure," said Francesca, getting up. She took Peyton by the hand as he suspiciously looked back, seeing Dr. Mullen talking up a storm as he walked outside. "So, I hope I'm not being too forward here, but when my nieces came last summer, I found some classes they loved while they were here, and I thought Peyton would benefit if we enrolled her," said Dr. Mullen, inching closer to him and taking his hand, rubbing it. "I didn't want to say it in front of her in case you objected, but I took the liberty of investigating its availability, and they do have a Tuesday/Thursday class. What do you think?" "Really? That would fantastic!" Bret was practically drooling. "But wait. How expensive is it, and what are we talking here?" "It's not expensive, and I know I'm being forward, but I already put a hold on her spot if you say yes," said Dr. Mullen, looking right into his eyes. "It's perfect for little girls." "Well, you sure?" Brett was leery. "Is that a yes?" said Dr. Mullen, putting her arm around his neck as he nodded. "Fantastic!" Within moments, her tongue was inside his mouth as he would have signed up for his brother being sent to Siberia, as they made out. The second they broke the kiss, she took out her cell phone, dialing excitedly. "Hey Tara. It's Dr. Mullen. Yes, we'll take that last slot," Dr. Mullen listened and confirmed the details. "Oh really, really? Sure I guess so. Ah, no problem." "Everything ok?" whispered Bret. "Yeah, it's fine," Replied Dr. Mullen, still speaking.. "Sure, she's a newbie so that will work. Thank you, she'll be there, but I won't. Any issues call me at my office, but we'll have her there today. No problem!" "What was all that about?" said Bret. "Just details," Dr. Mullen began texting. "It's all set and paid for. Since she's a newbie and needs some additional training, she'll have some Saturday classes for the next few weeks as well. I figured it would be no problem for today for her, right?" "Sure, I guess not?" Brett replied nervously. "Trust me, I understand girls. She'll love it," said Dr. Mullen. "Better than being dragged around with us. Just the one detail, and I hope you don't mind this. It's mostly seven and eight year old girls in this class. I told a little white lie and said she was eight. I figured you'd like that better since I've seen how sensitive you are about her growing up so fast, and she'll be more at their skill level, just starting out." "You sure about that?" asked Bret. "Of course I am, honey." Dr. Mullen nibbled on his ear and then kissed him. "I know she's a little immature and I know she wasn't too thrilled in the big girl dress today. I'll handle it." "No, she loved it," said Bret. "She's just used to more boy type stuff, being with me." "I know, and you don't have to say that. It's ok if she hates it. I'm not insulted at all. I understand," said Dr. Mullen. "Don't worry, Francesca and I will help you. All girls her age need a woman's touch at times." Finally after Peyton strolled through the boring Country club gardens with Francesca flipping a few rocks, Francesca received a text and they came back, ready to have their meals. "I'm sorry Doc," said Francesca as they returned. "She's a little wilder than I expected." "It's fine," Dr. Mullen laughed. "She's not used to being in white, I bet." Dr. Mullen took Bret to the ladies room with Francesca and cleaned him up a little. He was a bit filthy for a girl, getting his hands dirty from throwing rocks and his dress a bit muddy after going into the gardens. It was odd being cleaned by two women and even stranger being in the ladies room as other women came and left without issue. They returned, finishing their meal as Bret barely chewed, anxious to get out of there with Dr. Mullen. "Say thank you, Peyton," said his brother, practically jumping from his chair. "Check please." "Relax, my dear," said Dr. Mullen, smirking as she stood up. "I have a tab here. Now let's get a move on ladies. Francesca, we'll drop you and Peyton at the plaza so you can get her something clean to wear. We've got about a few hours before we need to get there anyway." Peyton was fuming inside as his brother could care less, thinking about nothing but Dr. Mullen. They quickly drove and dropped Francesca and Peyton at the large shopping center, and soon Peyton found himself shopping with Francesca as Bret and Mandy drove off. After being dragged into store after store with Francesca, who mostly tried on things for herself, finally she looked at her watch. "Oh shit!" cried Francesca, panicking when she realized the time. "Better get you something cute, or she'll kill me." "You mean we're not out shopping for you?" said Peyton, rolling his eyes as she dragged him out of the store. "Very funny, silly girl. Maybe you can stay clean next time." Francesca again texted as they walked down a few stores. "Now don't be a brat, because we've got to get moving as our car will be here soon. Looks like we're on a schedule, so we have to get you something now!" "Wait Brett, I mean my dad isn't coming for us?" said Peyton. "Not until later, honey," replied Francesca, hugging him and rubbing his shoulders. "He's just a little tied up with Dr. Mullen, but he'll be picking you up after our next stop. Now come on!" "This looks like a fancy little girl's store?" whined Peyton as Francesca pulled open the door. "Of course! You've got to look appropriate, and maybe learn not to wipe your dirty hands on a white dress," said Francesca, starting to rip things from the rack and holding them up. "It's Dr. Mullen's money. Now let's go try these on." "Are you kidding? You cleaned me, up didn't you?" Peyton asked. "I'm changing again?" "You're dressed for the Country club, and you're still a bit of a mess," said Francesca. "Now come on! You can leave on your tights and shoes, and I'll just pull things on and off you quickly!" Peyton was annoyed but cautious, turning his back to her as she raised and lowered dress after dress over his head. He looked down each time, but knew there was nothing visible under his fitted white tights, as Francesca critiqued and reviewed each outfit, testing his patience. "I think we have a winner. Spin around for me again," Francesca told him, relieved it was over. "Finally!" Peyton complained as she jerked him around, fastening button after button in the back. "Behave, you little brat," Francesca kissed his cheek and hugged him from behind. "It wasn't easy. You looked so cute in quite a few of these. I'll be right back." It took him a moment, shaking off the feel of her big boobs against his body as she bent over behind him, changing the clip in his hair. As she stood up, she grabbed the other dresses and left the dressing room as he turned around, immediately getting aggravated, seeing himself in the floor length mirror in his new dress. It all seemed crazy to him, feeling the itch of the puffy layers of ivory crinoline which rubbed against his legs in his white tights, as he twisted around, looking at himself. For the first time in his life, he was dressed in pink, as he stood there mesmerized that he was the little girl in the reflection. Unfortunately for him, it was not a dream as he felt the softness of the pale pink silk dress and lifted one of the delicate lace overlays. It was difficult to even see his feet when he looked straight down at the belle type ? length shiny silk skirt, as he poked out his leg, seeing his ivory Mary Jane shoe was still there. The dress' design seemed awfully elaborate and must have been expensive he thought, as it was partially covered in intricate lace overlays, and puffed out dramatically under a few layers of white crinoline. At his waist was a large attached offset silk bow and on top the dress was fitted and trim. The high rounded neckline was embellished with a layer of ruffled lace below the collar, and that same lace decorated the ends of the dress's short puffy sleeves. He reached his hand behind his back and instantly felt even more trapped, realizing there was no way he could undo some of the tiny buttons that ensured his stay in his new dainty dress. His shoulder blade length light brown hair still sat pulled back off his face on his back, but the old clip had been exchanged for a simple gold barrette that Francesca took from her pocketbook. "Come on cutie!" said Francesca, smiling and taking him by the hand. "I know I dragged you all over but you've been a wonderful sport. You're really not used to looking this adorable! I can see it in your face!" He walked out with Francesca as she stopped to sign the receipt at the counter and take two shopping bags. He was quite surprised seeing a black sedan outside. They got in and were driven off as he sat in the back with Francesca. "Come on, we're here sweetie," said Francesca as the driver opened the door and she got out with the bags. "My dad's here?" Peyton asked, surprised, looking up and seeing a kiddie hair cutting studio. "No silly, your dad said to bring you here first," said Francesca, pulling him inside. "We all discussed it and he said you're long overdue. He said this girl that works here is really good. It's a perfect time for a trim sweetie, as once you get all those bad tangles, it so tough to take care of and you don't want breakage." "Hey Peyton," said a woman seeing him come in. "I got your dad's message, and I'm so glad to see you honey. Is he here?" "Hi, I'm Francesca, her sitter," said Francesca, extending her hand. "He'll be picking her up later. What time should I text him to be here?" "Oh, there's no rush, but tell him like an hour or so. We don't have to rush, and I'm happy to squeeze her in. I'm Jan by the way!" said Jan, shaking hands. "We can keep her occupied here without a problem until he gets here if you have to leave." "Thanks, that would really help me out," said Francesca, looking at her watch. "Yeah, he said she'd be fine with you." "I don't need a haircut. I've been growing it for a few years," whined Peyton. "Can we go please, Francesca?" "It's nothing honey," said Jan. "Just a trim, which of course we both know you need, remember? Now go run to the back and sit in my big girl chair honey, while I talk to Francesca for a second." Peyton looked down, boiling inside as he walked to the back and sat in the large red chair, watching them chat and giggle. He was sick to his stomach, kicking up his feet in his white tights and pink dress, trying to figure out how to get out of this one. "I'm sorry Jan, but she can get moody," said Francesca. "She kind of got up early today and got all dressed up for something she had no interest in being at. Then she got dirty and I had to change her, and then I dragged her all over shopping, so she's a little cranky. I think she'll be fine later, but she can test your patience at times." "Oh, I've got a son like that, so I understand," Jan related. "They forget they're the kids and we're the adults!" "It's funny you say that, because her dad and I just talked about that. Like any father, he's concerned about her trying to act older than she is and getting very bossy," said Francesca. "When I take her places, I can see she gets annoyed easily and just struggles at some things that I think most girls her age don't." "It can't be easy growing up without a female figure to guide her," said Jan. "But you seem to have a good head on your shoulders for a young lady, Francesca." "Thanks, I try!" Francesca enjoyed the compliment. "I picked the dress she's in now. Do you like it on her?" "It's absolutely adorable on her, just not with that hair," replied Jan. "With it like that, she looks too old for it?" "She might be, but I think her dad wants her looking more her age," Francesca chuckled. "And younger if it was up to him I think. She'll be changing for class later, so don't kill yourself doing anything too fancy. It's just her dad wants her looking neat and appropriate when she shows up for the first time!" "Did he give you any restrictions or tell you anything he wanted?" asked Jan. "No, he said you would know what was best," said Francesca. "Ok, then let me just give her a trim and straighten out some of the mess she's got on that head. I won't get crazy, just something cute for now," said Jan. "I can do neat and age appropriate no problem, especially with that cute dress." "Sounds perfect," said Francesca. "How old are these girls in her class?" said Jan. "Like seven and eight," said Francesca. "Ok, got it. I actually thought she might be older than that, but I can tell she does lack maturity," said Jan. "Ok, I got it from here." "You're the best," said Francesca, hugging Jan. "Ok, I'm going to run. I think she's in good hands." Jan walked back, seeing Peyton fidgeting in her chair with a sour look on his face. She tied a cape around his neck and pulled the clip from his hair. She leaned him back and switched on the water, gently shampooing and conditioning his hair. "So I'm just going to make your hair pretty again, ok?" said Jan, drying it just a little with her towel. "You excited about that?" "Not really," said Peyton, rolling his eyes and giving her a look as she combed through his wet hair. "Just going with the flow!" "You know what, young lady?" said Jan, annoyed tossing the towel into his face. "You need a little work on those manners. I understand now what they meant. You are getting a little big for your britches." "Whatever, just get this over with, and me out of here," said Peyton. "That's enough, little missy!" said Jan, annoyed as she dialed her phone. She immediately reached Bret as he listened to her yelling and lecturing, and then handed the phone to Peyton. He slouched in his chair nodding as Peyton was turning red, until he finally handed the phone back to Jan, who talked a little more with Bret and then finally put down the phone. "So, I believe we're good now, Miss Peyton?" said Jan giving him a stern look. "Yes," said Peyton, looking down with his tail between his legs. "That's better. I'm happy to start over, dear." Jan twisted his wet hair on top of his head and pinned it with a large jaw clip. "Stand up, young lady." She didn't waste a second, grabbing his hand and leading him back to her chair and then the second he sat down, completely covered him in a long sheet and then also a plastic cape. She was humming to herself as he watched her remove the jaw clip, releasing his wet hair and began brushing through it. She took the straight tail to her comb, creating a middle part in his hair and began stretching and trimming the ends. It didn't seem too bad he thought, as she was doing nothing but trimming small clippings until she walked in front of him, combing some of his hair straight in front of his eyes. "I expect you'll be acting like a good little girl now," said Jan. "Do we understand each other?" "Yes," said Peyton. "Good," said Jan, combing through it again and again. "Then let's bring you back to what your dad expects. That cute little girl in the pretty pink dress, ok?" "Ok," replied Peyton, nervously looking up at her through his wet hair. He could no longer see his reflection as she combed some loose strands between her fingers from temple to temple, and then began backcombing at his crown as she held the front sections of hair. It was odd feeling the left to right part being created, before he was distracted by the cold sensation of metal, as a long straight silver clip slid through the hair right in front of his eyes and sat at the tip of his nose. She stretched the now pinned section forward and inserted another clip from the other direction now, before releasing the entire section as one, as the second clip sat right against his upper lip as he could almost taste the metal. He glanced down for a moment, distracted by the metallic shimmer as she placed her left hand against his forehead, leaning him down as he watched the long pinned section slowly hang in unison away from his face as she tilted his head's angle towards the floor slightly. She returned her attention to the right side of his head, now combing the entire section before twisting and inserting a jaw clip and then repeated it on the left, combing over and over. It was an odd yet soothing feeling, all the combing now without his normal tangles and knots tugging at him as he relaxed for a moment while she twisted and clamped on the other jaw clip. He assumed she was about to do something similar in front as she lifted the long clipped section away from his face until he quickly was startled by a snipping sound as he instantly raised his eye level, almost stunned watching her scissor slice off the long pinned lengths right between the two silver sectioning clips. He was about to speak as she stopped him, putting her hand under his jaw and stopping the slightest movement as he watched her toss the long snipped off sections of his locks aside. "Lift your chin for me sweetie and be still!" Jan told him. A small tremble passed through his body now as she brushed through the remaining hair on his forehead, holding his face steady as the brush scraped his nose. He didn't want to believe what she was doing, feeling the outside of the long straight scissor slide across the bridge of his nose as she trimmed off the remaining length, which only momentarily covered his eyes. It happened so quickly yet seemed so precise as she insured it was perfectly straight, as he felt some little strands slide down his cheeks. "Ok, open for me sweetie," said Jan, inspecting her work as he opened his eyes. His fears were instantly realized as his vision was no longer obstructed in any way, nervously reaching his hand out from under the cape, touching his cheek to help relieve the itch of little stray hairs. She moved his hand away as she took her hair dryer, blowing the clippings from his face and cape as he watched them flutter off. She then dug a round brush against his forehead, hitting it with the hot air as she rolled it under a few times, spinning it and then he was feeling faint when she moved to his left side unblocking the mirror as he watched her remove the jaw clips on each side, blowing dry the rest of his hair straight. He sat there looking at his new meticulous straight bangs and loose straight hair on each side, stunned as she put down her dryer and brushed through the rest of his hair, making sure the middle part behind his bangs was absolutely perfect. "Tilt forward for me honey," said Jan, pushing his chin towards his chest as he was happy to no longer stare at himself for a moment. He could then feel her parting the hair down the middle on the back of his head all the way down to the nape of his neck, brushing it over and over on the left. He then could feel the tension as she lifted and continued brushing as she stretched the thick section before gathering it in her left hand. "Ok chin up, Peyton," mumbled Jan as he looked up at his reflection, seeing her remove a band she had clenched between her teeth. He almost couldn't believe what he was watching now as she wound in the band and then tugged at the ends of his hair, watching the band slide up slightly before she released it. He didn't know whether to scream or cry as he watched her brush the other side now, hypnotized by the slow swaying of the high loose pigtail behind his left ear. The second he slightly twitched, moving his face, she quickly stopped brushing the other side, instantly tugging his hair in her fist and wasted no time winding in the other band, as she knew he was getting fidgety. "Almost there, sweetie," Jan told him, giving his face a playful squeeze as he watched her lift a curling iron from its slot on her vanity. "Don't be nervous. I told you we won't be getting crazy today. All those knots are gone, and I just want to dress it up a little." There wasn't much he could do as she stretched its long plugged in wire over his cape and lifted his left pigtail, pulling it taut away from his head as she soaked it in hairspray. He was helpless seeing her pinch open the iron's hinge and slide the barrel into place before he twitched, hearing it squeak as it closed. He could barely watch as she wound his entire pigtail as one, feeling the tension as it tugged against his scalp and sensing the heat as it was setting the curl sizzling near his ear. Any relief he got as she finally unwound it was replaced with agony as he watched his new tight sausage roll sway back and forth ever so slowly as she moved over on the other side now. She cracked a small smile checking her work before she held her palm over his eyes, saturating his head in hairspray as he instantly felt the stickiness as she circled him. He watched her unrolling and trimming some long ribbons from a few spools at her vanity and stepped in front of him with a hand full of ribbons and her scissors. She seemed to be jumping back and forth on each side as he could feel the tugging and heard the sliding sound of the scissors, knowing this would not be good. Finally she stepped back and then fully unblocked his vision, as she walked behind him placing her hands on his shoulders. "You turned out so pretty, Peyton," said Jan, taking a scissor and sliding it along a few ribbons. He could see her making some fine adjustments, curling some of the ribbons, as this had to be some sort of nightmare he thought to himself. It was still his face behind some little girl's hair as he couldn't believe what had happened, slightly relieved as Jan walked away for a second. For a moment he felt like getting up and running out, but she was back too quickly, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I think you look more your age now, honey," said Jan. "That rat's nest you had before was no good for a seven year old girl!" "Seven, are you kidding!" whined Peyton, snapping out of his trance. "Oh, I'm sorry dear. Eight, right?" Jan giggled. "I know you're a big girl. Ok sit here. I almost forgot something. Your dad said I could give you a treat if you were good." Jan left and quickly came back, placing a weird device on her vanity. She lifted a small head rest behind Peyton's neck and then dipped his chair, leaning him back. "Close your eyes, big girl. Consider this my little big girl treat!" said Jan. Peyton was slightly confused, as she was moving his pigtails so they swung off the headrest of the chair. She tilted his head slightly on the left and was rubbing at his ear, until he almost jumped out of his chair, feeling the sharp quick prick on his left lobe. "Jan, you didn't," yelped Peyton as she pushed him back as he tried sitting up. "You can thank me later honey. Patience, I'm only half done." Jan quickly did the right. "I mentioned to your dad he needs to let you grow up a little, so I think we found a nice blend today sweetie. I'll make him understand how much you wanted them, so it'll be fine when we talk. We all did at your age but were chicken to do it, just like you were. Don't worry, he won't be fighting me when he sees how pretty you've turned out today. Trust me, I can handle him." Peyton's eyes were bubbling with tears as Jan hugged him and pulled off her cape and long cloth. He instinctively touched the new little pink sparkly stones in his ear and twisted, watching the studs gleam in the mirror. He let out a few quick gasps, followed by some little whimpers and sobs as Jan handed him a tissue as he stood up. He approached her mirror, calming himself down as Jan held a mirror behind his head and he could see the backs of the posts, knowing it was no illusion as they protruded from the back of his lobes. "I'll give you a minute, honey," said Jan. "It's just natural to be this emotional when you're this excited. No doubt you're one of the prettiest little things for your age sweetie. You're just adorable from head to toe now." Peyton watched her walk away in the reflection, feeling nothing but regret thinking he should have run off when he had the chance. He knew he really had nowhere to go though looking like he did now, as all he could see was a little girl staring back at him. His round face and button nose unfortunately did go well with his thick straight bangs, which stretched from temple to temple and regrettably for him, the long hair he thought was cool was easily turned into pretty curled pigtails that swing daintily on each side. A thick Fuchsia satin ribbon was tied in a large pink bow above each pigtail, and below the bow sat a series of tightly curled pale pink and white ribbons, looking almost like something that would be taped to a present. If all these girly frills on his head were not bad enough, it was even more evident that he was certain to be one of the girly girls wherever he was going today as he stepped back a few steps, getting the full effect of his hair combined with his pink dress. "Come on, darling," Jan took Peyton in the back room. "Come on, I'll introduce you to Johnny.." "Johnny?" asked Peyton, surprised. "Hey Johnny, I've got a little friend for you," Jan brought him in. "Honey, this is Peyton, and Peyton, this is my son Johnny. Maybe you two can play for a bit until her dad gets here, while I take care of some of my customers, ok?" "Sure mom," said Johnny, putting down his video game. "Hi." "Hi," said Peyton shyly, as he soon found himself alone with Johnny. "What do you like to do?" Asked Johnny. "I like sports. I'm a baseball player." "Oh, I don't know," said Peyton. "You play your game, and I'll just watch, ok?" "How about a game of catch?" said Johnny, picking up a ball and flipping it up and down. "I'm awesome at baseball." "Is that so?" said Peyton, rolling his eyes. "Toss it." "I'll flip it easy until I teach you to catch, ok?" said Johnny, putting on his baseball cap. Peyton froze, seeing the cap from one of his rival little league teams, as Johnny underhanded the ball and it hit off his skirt and rolled to the floor. "You have to move your hands," said Johnny, coming over and getting the ball. "Oh sorry!" said Peyton, with an evil smirk. "Let's try again." "Sure," said Johnny, under handing it as Peyton caught it and flipped it back with a little zip, hitting Johnny directly in the nose. "You ok, Johnny?" said Peyton, coving his mouth to hide his laugh. "You have to move your hands, right." Johnny raced out with a bloody nose and then returned with his mother and some ice. "NO more ball playing inside please! I hear you both need to work on catching though!" said Jan, giving a little wink to Peyton. "Here, you two play some video games, ok?" They sat on the sofa, together playing video games as all was calm for ten minutes. They were playing nicely, but Johnny was getting annoyed as Peyton was constantly beating him at his own games. "And there goes your record!" shouted Peyton, pumping his fist as Johnny got annoyed, shutting down the game. "Hey don't be a sore loser!" "Just leave. I hate you!" said Johnny, throwing a tantrum as he got up and grabbed Peyton by a pigtail. "Stop! Holy crap, that hurts," said Peyton, falling to the floor as John was yanking incredibly hard. "Please, Johnny!" "Johnny, what the hell is wrong with you!" screamed his mother, running in hearing the screams, as he let go. "I'm sorry. I lost it," said Johnny, calming down and dropping a handful of ripped ribbons. "I'm so sorry, Peyton." "She's a girl you idiot, and you destroyed my work and ripped her dress!" screamed his mother, helping him up and straightening Peyton's dress. "Come on sweetie, I'll fix you up, and your dad will be here any second." Jan gave her son a look to kill as she brought Peyton back out and sat him in her chair. She undid his destroyed left pigtail and brushed it into his palm before retying it and securing it tightly in place. She again redid the bows and ribbons, matching them perfectly and then wound her curling iron into his hair until they heard a familiar voice. "How's it going, Jan?" said Bret, walking towards them and kissing Jan on the cheek. "I'm so sorry. I'm running a little late, but is Peyton ready?" "As soon as I can finish this curl, she is?" Jan smied, realizing Bret didn't recognize Peyton right away, as Jan unwound the iron carefully from his pigtail. "She looks adorable, right? You happy I gave you back that little girl." "Wow!" muttered Bret, seeing his brother's reflection in the mirror as Jan cupped the curl in her palm and adjusted the ribbons. "I can't even believe it!" "She's so adorable, right!" said Jan as Bret knew his brother must be boiling inside as Jan coated his head in some fragrant hairspray one last time and helped him out of his chair. "Have fun today, sweetie." "Thank you so much," said Bret, taking out his wallet. "I can't take that," Jan stopped him. "It was my pleasure. Johnny, come say goodbye to Peyton, honey." Johnny came running out of the backroom and shyly waived goodbye to Peyton. "Wait, one quick picture of you two, ok," said Jan, holding out her cell. "Come on, get closer you two." "Mom," whined Johnny as Peyton was even more embarrassed as his mother gave him a look. "Say cheese, you two," said Jan as Johnny rolled his eyes. "Fine?" replied Johnny, planting a kiss on Peyton's cheek and then giving him a hug as Jan snapped away. "That's better, you two," Jan smiled as Bret tried keeping in his laughter. "Bret, can I have a quick word in private please." "Sure," replied Brett as they walked a few steps away. They talked for a few minutes, both smiling and nodding before Bret returned, taking Peyton by the hand and leading him outside. "So before you say a word," said Bret, "I had no idea. How did you let her --?" "OMG, she looks gorgeous, and you got your ears pierced! What a nice surprise, honey," said Dr. Mullen, interrupting as she came running out of the car and grabbing both of his hands. "Peyton, what a dress you picked honey, and the bangs are adorable on you." "Francesca picked this," Peyton replied annoyed, as she hugged him. "Oh please sweetie, obviously you've got great taste," said Dr. Mullen, leaning back and looking him up and down. "Now I think your father will be pleased, because you do look more age appropriate now, but there's nothing wrong with little girls looking more mature every once and awhile, like you did earlier. But I have to admit, you in pigtails and a dress like that couldn't be more perfect. She looks so precious! Don't you think, Bret?" "Oh yes, of course," Bret answered her, trying not to laugh. "This day has been filled with pleasant surprises!" "Now let's get going, because I think you're really going to enjoy the rest of the day, sweetie." Dr. Mullen gave Bret a huge smile and walked Peyton to the car.