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The Chick Magnet By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Chapter 2 Dr. Mullen opened the back door of Bret's car, and Peyton, already disgusted beyond belief, got even more annoyed seeing the little booster chair. "I thought it would be safer for you, honey," said Dr. Mullen, buckling him in as he was already ready to kill his brother. "I know your dad says you hate them, but I took this from my car from when my nieces come for their visit." Peyton sat with his arms folded until they arrived as they pulled into a large crowded shopping plaza with loads of stores. "Bret honey, I'll take her in and get everything settled," said Dr. Mullen, leaning over and giving him a soft kiss. "I think it's better you wait here, because I can see a little separation anxiety going on." "You know best, Mandy," said Bret, returning the kiss. "I'll call and confirm our dinner reservation." "More shopping?" asked Peyton as he got out and Dr. Mullen took his hand. "I'm changing again?" "That's what girls do, sweetie," Dr. Mullen replied as he stopped dead in his tracks, seeing the sign on the door as she turned, grabbing the handle. "You're kidding me right?" Peyton was stunned, seeing the sign on the door reading "Future Stars Dance Academy." "Come on, this will be fun," Dr. Mullen dragged him in. "Please no." Peyton was terrified, seeing nothing but mothers sitting around chatting. "I can't dance." "Sure you can, sweetie." A woman hugged Dr. Mullen. "So this must be little Peyton. Aren't you just an adorable little princess?" "Looks can be deceiving, Tara." Dr. Mullen hugged him. "She's more used to being a tomboy, but we're working on that, right Peyton?" "It's no problem, and I deal with that all the time," said Tara. "They all come in so nervous and after some initial training, they're fine. Where's your new boyfriend, Mandy?" "I left him in the car," Dr. Mullen replied, signing some forms on a clipboard. "I was afraid she'd be too clingy." "Probably a good idea," said Tara, reading through everything and making some notes. "Ok, I'll take it from here then, and I like all your choices for her Mandy. I've got all her sizes, so let's get started Peyton. I think we'll stick with pink to start, since it'll match those darling ribbons you have in sweetie." "Started?" said Peyton, frightened now. "Mandy, why don't you go, because I see what you meant about the separation anxiety?" said Tara looking at her watch and waving over an instructor. "Yes honey, we don't bite here. Trust me, you'll have so much fun and after a little practice with one of my instructors, you be in with all the other girls your age in let's say... maybe an hour." "Hi Peyton," said a curvy redhead in a tight leotard as she came over to Peyton. "Bye sweetie. You're in good hands," Dr. Mullen blew him a kiss as she backed up and turned, making sure he was ok looking over her shoulder as she left. "Kara my little friend, Peyton is ready to get started." Tara handed Kara a sheet. "Kara will grab some stuff and take good care of you. She's the best at training our little rookies." "Come on sweetie," said Kara, taking Peyton by the hand. "Don't worry, turning tomboys with two left feet into ballerinas is my specialty. Plus, you look way too cute to be much of a tomboy anyway." Peyton was having a heart attack as she dragged him through the backroom filled with racks of costumes and shelves filled with boxes. She quickly grabbed a small package and led him into an adjacent fitting room. "I'll hang your dress," Kara told him, turning him and unbuttoning it. "You ok to change to your tights on your own?" "Umm yes," Peyton answered, having little choice as Kara lifted the dress over his head. "Perfect, sweetie," said Kara as she helped him unbuckle his shoes and opened a package handing him some new tights. "You do that and I'll be right back with your outfit. I have to get your size from our retail area." Being as cautious as he could be, he quickly found himself pulling on some pale pink tights before she returned. His eyes almost popped out of his head as she returned, kneeling in front of him and stretching open a pink leotard. He clenched his teeth, looking up at the sky and within a second, he felt it stretch tightly between his legs as she grabbed his arms, sliding them into it. "It'll be fine, cutie. Don't get upset," said Kara slipping on his shoes as she could see how upset he was getting. "You already make a beautiful ballerina, and when I'm done with you, you'll be dancing up a storm." Kara took his hand, leading him into a huge open dance studio filled with plenty of other little girls. It was quite distracting seeing his reflection everywhere as he walked through the large room, which was lined with mirrors on each and every wall until they stopped at a small vacant section. It was all he could do not to throw up as he watched Kara begin to stretch and he stared at himself now dressed as the little ballerina in the wall to ceiling mirror. He couldn't even bare staring at his reflection, looking down distracted for a moment that he had never been able to flex his toes in shoes like this before. Obviously this was part of what he was about to experience, he thought as he wiggled them in the Bloch Dansoft pink ballet slippers he now had on his feet. He was familiar with the annoyance of tights as he had been in them all day, but the pale pink ones he had on now had just a touch of shimmer to them, distracting him even more. "Ok Peyton," said Kara as he looked up. "Let's get you started." He gulped, seeing her strike a pose next to him, lifting her arms as he stared at her long lean body, sickened by the sight of himself. The tight pale pink glittery cami-style leotard that she had put him in clung like a second skin across his flat chest and skinny waist, leaving only his arms exposed through the single thin straps, which criss- crossed on the fairly open back. A small satin bow hung, attached to the neckline, adding a pretty detail but what really made him sick was the attached three layer, eight inch tulle tutu which completed his transformation to a little ballerina. He had little choice, following Kara's instructions with stretching and then practicing little positions. It seemed like forever as he did his best attempting what she asked, before she finally brought him into a small class of young girls in a private room. He didn't know whether it was better to just blend in was easier to be alone with Kara, as they drilled the same routine over and over. Finally, they took a break as he sat alone sipping some water as the other girls chatted. "You doing tap and jazz too?" asked another little girl, breaking the ice. "Or just ballet? How about lyrical?" "I'm not sure what you mean?" replied Peyton. "Oh, she's in tap and jazz on Tuesdays, and Ballet today and Thursdays," said Kara chiming in. "Maybe we'll talk her parents into hip hop and lyrical eventually, but let's get her through her first day, ok?" "That's so cool, then maybe we'll be in recitals together," the girl answered before walking away. "You're doing so well Peyton," said Kara. "Time for your first solo. Just do everything exactly how you learned it." Peyton was very nervous, being put on the spot as Kara switched on the music. She gave him a little nudge as he began dancing, twisting and turning and taking a few steps. He did his best trying to remember each little move and then ended with a beautiful pirouette as Kara was very excited. "Wonderful," said Kara, hugging him as she waved at the door. He was surprised as his brother walked in, closing his phone and smirking at him as he looked up feeling embarrassed. "Wow, impressive for one day," said Bret, trying not to laugh. "She is," said Kara, extending her hand. "She's a quick learner. Are you her dad?" "Yes, I'm Bret." Bret shook her hand. "Is she all done? I hope she cooperated today?" "Nice to meet you too," said Kara, walking over to her purse and taking out her card. "I'm so looking forward to working with her, and she did wonderfully today. She was a pleasure and certainly a quick learner. It appears she comes from a nibble and flexible athletic family." "Oh definitely." Bret smiled. "Ok, well I'm going to go and get you her other outfits for next week,and I've got some practice instructions for her to work on at home," said Kara, writing on a sheet and smiling at him. "I wrote down my cell if you have any questions when she practices at home. Remember next time she comes to have her in her tap shoes, and it's no problem if you need me to stop by if she needs help with anything. I realize you two are on you own, so I know how awkward it would be for you to help her. It's no problem for me to stop by." "Thanks, I'll certainly give you a call," said Bret shaking her hand softly. "Maybe we can talk tomorrow?" "I'll look forward to that," Kara flirted as she handed Peyton's things to Bret. Bret had his hands full with bags and also carried Peyton's dress from earlier. "Please tell me there's no more," said Peyton, feeling beaten as he got to the car. "You're done for today, twinkle toes," teased Bret as they drove off. "Oh thank goodness," replied Peyton, closing his eyes. "I'm even too tired to curse you out. Where's the Doctor? Aren't you shacking up again?" "She got called in for an emergency," said Bret. "So we're headed home, my little ballerina." "Yeah, we'll talk about that tomorrow," said Peyton, giving him the finger and leaning back. As Bret turned the next corner, he looked in the rear view mirror, laughing to himself seeing nothing but two pigtails hanging forward, slowly swaying as his brother was passed out, exhausted. He carried him into the house and put him to bed, stripping off his leotard before closing the lights. In the morning, Peyton woke up stretching and sat up in bed. It didn't take long for a distressing feeling to flow through his body as he rubbed eyes, feeling one of his pigtails slap him in the cheek, immediately knowing yesterday wasn't a bad dream. He flipped off the covers, stepping out of bed and was annoyed seeing his legs covered in a long multi-pink flowing nightgown. He approached his dresser, seeing the Barbie decal at the center of his chest in the small mirror and becoming infuriated as he stormed from his room. He could hear banging in the kitchen as he angrily entered, but stopped dead in his tracks at seeing a woman at the stove. "Oh good morning, honey!" Jan turned and greeted him as she flipped pancakes. "I'm so glad you like those pigtails. I see you kept them in, and slept in them." "Good morning?" said Peyton, giving his brother a look as he shrugged his shoulders, sitting there sipping coffee. "Pancakes dear?" asked Jan, giving him a plate. "Sure, I guess," answered Peyton, being extremely hungry from yesterday. "So sleeping with your hair up like that does keep it from getting knotty, but I'm glad you did take out my bows, even though I really loved them on you." Jan gave him a pouty lip look. "So, thanks again," said Bret, getting up and kissing her. "Last night was wonderful, and you're sure about today right." "Absolutely," said Jan, returning the kiss and giving a loving rub against Bret's chest. "You behave for Jan today, sweetie," said Bret turning and walking away. "You're leaving?" Peyton was surprised. "We're all leaving!" said Bret, giving him a stern look. "We're having some work done here by our contractor, and I have important business to attend to today!" "Peyton, please honey!" said Jan looking at him annoyed. "I thought we were past this after our little chat yesterday. Now let your dad get to his business. Don't worry, today will be all about fun anyway. Be thankful you've got a dad that got up and ran to the Target, getting you a new suit while we both got our beauty rest. Now go change, so we can go have some fun!" "Your clothes are laid out in my bathroom," said Bret, looking at his watch. "Get a move on so I can make sure you look appropriate before I run out." Peyton headed upstairs as Bret heard the door slam. He waited a few minutes and then knocked, knowing he would be pissed. "Fuck you, Bret," said Peyton through the door. "You're way out of control. First the dentist, and now the hair lady from the supermarket. I'm not doing this today." "Get changed right now," said Bret through the door. "You damn well are, or I'll find something twice as bad. All you'll be doing is hanging out in her back yard in her pool, so get out here and let me make sure everything is covered up in this." Bret could hear all the ruffling and crumpling of bags until he heard the door unlock. "Please Bret. I can't go out like this!" whined Peyton, opening the door as Bret giggled at seeing Peyton. "Please don't make me! I'd rather have dad just kill me, or punish me for the rest of my life." "No you wouldn't, and I have a sundress that goes over this downstairs. Now let me tie it properly," said Bret, turning his brother's shoulders and adjusting a strap on his back. "I love ruffles! They really do hide everything, now come on, let's show Jan how cute you look and say thank you, since she ironed your sundress for you." Peyton couldn't believe he'd be leaving the house like this, looking down at his long exposed legs in his new swimsuit. His flat chest was covered by his new maroon polka dot bikini top, which his brother double knotted in the back, and at the bottom the series of ruffles covered his matching full brief cut bottom and hid away anything they didn't want seen. "Whew, whew," said Jan, running over and hugging him as they came in the room. "That's so cute on you Peyton. Spin for me sweetie." "Fits perfect, right?" Bret was pleased with his choice as Peyton turned red with embarrassment. "It does! Now don't be late, babe," said Jan slapping Bret's ass and kissing him goodbye. "I'll take good care of her and I'll get her to Francesca later. Don't worry." "Enjoy girls, and behave for Jan please," Bret ordered, giving his brother a stern look as he walked out the front door. "Sit here honey. Finish your milk and give me a minute," said Jan, grabbing her pocketbook and rummaging through it. "We're not in a rush. I want to brush out all the hairspray and let's do a little something here. You could use a little maintenance, honey." Jan pulled a little nail kit from her purse, taking out a small clipper and an emery board. Without saying a word, she took his left hand as he sat drinking his milk with his right hand. "Nails are not my thing, Jan," said Peyton, making a fist and pulling his hand away. "I'm fine." "I'm not taking you out like this, with these dirty nails." Jan pulled back his hand. "Remember our talk from yesterday ?" "Yes," said Peyton as Jan looked him right in the eyes. "Sorry." "We're starting to understand each other much better now, aren't we young lady." Jan slid open his fingers and placed them on the table as she clicked on the television. "Just watch some cartoons and let me work a little." He sat there quietly as she worked, trimming and filing his nails, as he glanced down every few minutes seeing how she had evened out and rounded his short nails. It wasn't bad at first, when she was finally finished the other hand, as they looked neat and clean. But he smelled something odd and looked down, watching as she was carefully coated his nails in a salmon pink. There wasn't much he could do about it as she leaned in, blowing on his fingers and then stretching out his other hand, working quickly. It was appalling seeing his two hands palm down and spread wide on the table as she lifted his knees, turning her attention to his toes. It was very distracting feeling his toes separated by tissues, but before the Sponge Bob episode was over, she was finished with his feet. How much more could they do to him he thought, while she jumped around applying a few layers of clear coat to the salmon pink glaze that now covered his fingers and toes. "It's all quick dry honey, but stay put until I get back," said Jan putting everything away and getting up. "I'm just going to change and we'll get out of here soon. So you like the color? It's pretty right?" "It's colourful, alright." Peyton shook his head. "It's versatile," said Jan from the next room as she changed. "I didn't have a similar color to match your suit in my bag, but a pink like that is better for a girl your age. Plus, I've heard you really love pink." Peyton's eyes were rolling around in his head until he was caught off guard as Jan stepped back into the room in a bronze string bikini. Her tan body was simply amazing in the string bikini as she lifted her long blonde hair up with both hands, tying in a scrunchie to create a pony tail. She then lifted her arms as he could barely take his eyes off her big and obviously fake boobs, sliding a long white sundress over her head before slipping on some flip flops. She walked over checking his nails, which were completely dry now and then took his dress from a hanger. "Hands up, hon." Jan slid his sundress over his suit and tossed him some flip flops on the floor. "Take that stuff out. Your toes are dry." Jan undid his left pigtail, brushing through it over and over while he removed the tissue paper from between his toes. He slipped into the flip flops as she retied it and repeated brushing on the other side. Between her teeth were two more bands as she returned, twisting his hair on the left before taking one of the scrunchies and winding it in and then wound on the right. "Ok, let's go pick up Johnny!" Jan snapped in the last band and then pushed sunglasses on his face. "Better like this so it does'nt get too knotty if you want to swim." Jan loaded her arms with her overnight bag, pocketbook, and towel bag and then handed two bags to Peyton to carry. He was barely functioning, carrying all that she gave him, looking down at pink nails shining from his fingers and listening to the snapping of his flip flops as he walked. He got a quick view of his new look in the hallway mirror as he paused before exiting, staring at himself. He was no longer stunned by his face, centering his eyes on his floppy high pigtails, but this time they were French braided on each side, and held in place under red and yellow sunflower scrunchies, instead of bows. In a way, it was better to see himself in the maroon and gold tube top sundress which hung loosely across his slender figure, as at least it hid his bikini, which was covered up. He sat in the back as Jan drove, making a quick pit stop. To his dismay, he was soon joined in the back by her son who had slept at her ex- husband's the previous night. It was mostly Jan making conversation with both of them as they sat quietly while she chatted on her cell phone. "I'm sorry guys. We'll have to scrap the pool." Jan hung up. "That was the pool guy, and our filter is shot and backed up everything into the water. He said it's pretty nasty." "Oh that's too bad, and I was so looking forward to trying out my new swim suit," said Peyton, feeling immediate relief. "I'm sorry honey," said Jan pulling over and turning around looking at them. "I feel terrible." "That sucks mom," Johnny piped in. "I have something to change out of this, right?" Peyton smirked. "Maybe we can play your video games again?" "Mom." Johnny folded his arms, getting really annoyed as Peyton was enjoying Johnny's little tantrum. "You know I do for later Peyton, but you won't need to change right now," said Jan making a u-turn. "I'm got everything in the trunk, so a change in plans. We're hitting the beach! Doesn't that sound like more fun!" "Yes definitely!" said Johnny excited now as Peyton's stomach dropped even further. When they got there, he sat under her large beach umbrella while she read and Johnny ran in and out of the surf. He was biding his time, hopeful they'd be out of there soon, seeing how strange it was kicking sand between painted toes. "Ok, no more Peyton," said Jan folding up her book. "Don't you like the water? Do you know how to swim?" "Oh, I do," said Peyton. "I'm just not in the mood. I'm fine right here." "No, you're not," said Jan, taking off her glasses and heading down towards the water. "Johnny, come here please." "Yeah mom?" said Johnny. "Honey, you're being rude. You're ignoring our guest," said Jan. "Hands up Peyton." "No, I'm fine," said Peyton. "Let Johnny go have fun." "No, it's not," replied Jan, lifting Peyton's sundress right over his head without hesitation. She opened her bag, now spraying sunscreen all over Peyton and then rubbed it in. Then she lifted each pigtail, spraying it and then held her hand over his eyes, spraying the rest of his head. She closed her umbrella and got between the kids, taking them by the hand leading them towards the water. Peyton was mortified at being dragged down the beach in his little bikini. The ocean was cold as she dragged them in as he quickly forgot what he was even wearing, enjoying the waves. "Ok, much better. Now you two have some fun," said Jan, joining their hands. "Ok mom," said Johnny, pulling Peyton into the ocean as they were pelted by waves, getting soaked. It was weird being led around by Johnny, until the mood lightened with Peyton hysterically laughing as a wave wiped out Johnny, breaking his grip. "It's not that funny," said Johnny, getting up and stunning Peyton, pushing him over and into the wave. As Peyton got up, soaked from head to toe, Johnny ran back to his mother, wiping his face with a towel. He returned with a Frisbee as they played catch on the beach, finally having fun without incident. After another hour, Jan was calling them to pack up as they came back, getting dried and redressed. They climbed into the car having had a pretty good time. "You catch pretty good for a girl," said Johnny, trying to make conversation in the back as they drove. "Thanks, so do you," cracked Peyton. "It was nice to see you smile, Peyton," said Jan as they pulled up at her house. "Now I'll get you settled for a shower in my bathroom while Johnny goes to his. We can't dilly dally you two, ok?" They nodded, following Jan inside. Johnny went off to his room and Jan brought Peyton to hers. She handed him a few towels and showed him to her bathroom. "Use the body wash in the beige container and then my shampoo and conditioner in my shower," said Jan closing the door and placing his panties on the vanity and hanging a bathrobe on the towel rack. "Just put on my bathrobe and I'll dry your hair. I'tl be huge on you but do the trick so you don't soak your outfit, and then when we're done you can get dressed. Call me if you need any help." Peyton lifted the sundress over his head and then turned on the shower. He was thankful his little beach day was over as he stared at his polka dot bikini clad little body, realizing at his age there wasn't much difference yet in body shape. He put his hands on his hips, seeing nothing but a cute little girl with bright nails and braided pigtails, amazed in a way that he could pull this off even if he was pissed at his brother. He was at least happy to watch his pink fingernails reach up and pull the scrunchies from his hair, feeling the tangles as he unwound the braids. He smirked seeing how wild and wavy his hair looked like now and reached backwards, untying the strings of his top. "Oh crap," spouted Peyton, seeing his reflection as he dropped off his top. "You ok in there?" Jan asked, knocking on the door, hearing him cry out. "I'm fine," Peyton panicked, as he dropped off his bottom and got in the shower. "Just some sunburn. I'll be out soon." "Ok, just make sure there's no sand in your hair, sweetie," said Jan. He broke down, weeping for a moment as he scrubbed himself with her flowery smelling body wash, unable to stop looking down at the little white triangles across his chest. He obviously didn't realize how strong the sun was on this cloudy day, doing his best to try to scrub off some of his tan to no avail. He shampooed and conditioned his hair as he was told and got out, barely able to concentrate as he stared at his reflection, stunned at his new tan lines, until he heard Jan knock. "I'm coming," shouted Peyton, jumping into the panties and pulling on the robe. "Is it bad, your sun burn?" Jan asked, checking for herself as she pulled the robe off his shoulders. "No, I'm fine," said Peyton. "Where's the blow dryer?" "Oh stop honey," said Jan, pulling out the chair at her vanity. "Sit and I'll help you of course. Let me do something cute. Your dad's had a busy day, and Francesca is stuck at her other job, so I'll be watching you until later sweetie." "Are you kidding?" asked Peyton. "I thought you were having fun with me and Johnny?" said Jan, surprised, as she wrapped a towel over his shoulders. "Oh, I'm sorry," said Peyton, rolling his eyes as she began brushing his hair. "Of course you've been great to me. I just feel bad putting you out." "Oh please," Jan gave him a little hug. "I love my son, but I'm always stuck with boys. It's fun having a little girl around to spoil sometimes." "Oh great," mumbled Peyton under his breath as she was continuously spraying a thick solution into his hair as she brushed it. She twisted and tugged at section after section, feeling the tension at his scalp as he wondered what she was doing, as he couldn't see anything, having his head turned away from her mirror as she worked from behind him. Finally, she came out in front, taking her brush to his bangs and then he was completely caught off guard, seeing two pink rollers in her hand as she quickly wound them into his bangs. "Now you relax while it dries, while I check on Johnny," said Jan walking over to her closet and taking out a large silver metallic case. She opened it as he watched her unfold it and was stunned, seeing her stretch a plastic cap with an attached tube up towards his head. He had no idea they even had devices like this as she stretched the elastic over his head and switched on the air. It was stranger than he even imagined, feeling the hot air cooking his head as he sat there as she came and left her room several times, paying him little mind as she seemed to be doing many little things around the house. Finally after what seemed like a good half hour, the dryer switched off on its own and she returned, lifting off the cap. She then checked his head, nodding as she stood up and quickly folded it away. "Go change Peyton, and then I'll brush your hair out. It's dry," said Jan feeling different spots on his head. "Your hair is fine, so it should hold pretty well. Let's get a move on dear." He went into the bathroom and was pretty surprised seeing the series of elaborate braids that now circled his head. It was even stranger seeing the little pink curlers tightly rolled in his bangs, but he knew she'd be knocking momentarily, so he took his clothes from the hanger. It was almost to be expected, being annoyed seeing his dress, as he unzipped it and pulled it over his head. The second he walked out of her bathroom, Jan was waiting as she spun him around and zipped up the back. She lead him back to her chair and sat in front of him with a wide tooth pick, brush and her hairspray, wasting not a second working on him, as she quickly began unravelling the braids. She kept lifting and spraying over and over from behind and then brushed almost violently, gathering the hair at his crown behind his bangs, pulling tightly as he heard a clip snap into place. "Mom, are you girls almost ready?" asked Johnny as he came in. "I can't be late." "Two minutes, Johnny," answered Jan with her hands over Peyton's eyes, picking and spraying at his bangs. "Go wait in the car! I'm almost done with her hair. I'm sorry, but we are not leaving until it is perfect." "Fine," said Johnny annoyed, as finally Jan stepped back, checking her work. "Not all of us can throw on a baseball cap and be ready," said Jan, kneeling and slipping some little white sandals on his feet. "Look down, sweetie. Your hair turned out so pretty, and the tone is much more summery now. It was a good day for you. You got some color, and now some gorgeous highlights." "Highlights?" whined Peyton. "Well, highlights in a bottle sweetie, but they're subtle," Jan told him. "Just some 'Sun In', and it makes you a little blonder and brings out your natural highlights. Ok, come on honey, before he throws a tizzy fit." "He gets crazy when he gets hungry," said Peyton as they walked downstairs. "I know you got me all dressed, but eating inside is fine." "Sorry, I know you're hungry," said Jan, tossing a brush and some hairspray into a little white pocketbook and handing it to Peyton. "I'll get you chicken fingers or a hot dog when we get there. You eat that right?" "Yeah that's fine," said Peyton. "Where are we going?" "Come on get in and we'll talk on the ride," said Jan, opening the door as he saw Johnny in the backseat. "It's his big game tonight. I'm sure growing up with your dad, you love baseball." Jan gave him a little nudge as he climbed in, stunned to see Johnny in his baseball uniform as she belted him in and closed the door. Immediately he was fuming, instantly realizing it was Sunday and he had a game today too, as Jan began driving. "We're going to little league?" asked Peyton nervously. "Is my dad picking me up there?" "I think so," said Jan. "I'm waiting to hear back from him, so I'm not sure when." "Wait, I'm watching the game with you?" said Peyton. "In the stands?" "Yes, until he gets there anyway. It's so much fun watching them play. Trust me, I know you think it's boring for you now, but before you know it, you'll love watching cute boys play," said Jan, looking in the rear view mirror at them. "Maybe you'll bring him good luck. His team always loses." "Wonder why?" mumbled Peyton. "I've seen him throw." "What was that, honey?" said Jan, straining to hear him. "You like your bow?" "Oh, yeah, that's what I was saying?" Peyton giggled. "I love that one too," replied Jan as she parked. "Plus, you two look adorable together. How funny is it that you match like a cute little couple?" Johnny and Peyton leaned back, their necks looking up and down at each other, realizing Jan was right as they were both in aqua and white as they got out of the car. Johnny was dressed in an aqua baseball jersey with white lettering and white pants. His baseball cap was in matching aqua as were his high socks, and under his jersey he had on a white three quarter undershirt. Peyton, to his dismay, was dressed cute as a button as always in an aqua a-line dress with white polka dots, absolutely looking like he coordinated his outfit to match Johnny's. The stunning aqua blue taffeta dress had a summer sleeveless cut as he felt the cool breeze of the ball park up his skirt, instantly thinking about how he'd be sitting holding the shorter tea length loosely pleated skirt in the bleachers as they walked. Around his waist, the dress was belted with a faux white leather attached belt with a large round buckle, and his feet were in white opened toed flat sandals. In front his bangs had been lifted and curled under, twisting toward the left slightly, making them appear much shorter as they sat slightly teased now on his forehead. Behind his hair was pulled back tightly before a huge white bow-tie type bow held it neatly off his crown and ears. He realized why his hair had been dried in all the tight braids now, as once they were let out the back, they sat in thick s-waves across his shoulders, looking like he had a body wave. "The sun really dried you out sweetie," said Jan, opening her purse and rubbing a little gloss on his lips. "Keep this, it's an extra." Jan opened his little pocketbook and dropped the tube of lip gloss in his mostly empty white purse, as the other mother began babbling while Peyton instantly tasted the strawberry flavor. He was obviously overdressed for a ball game as Jan was in jeans, but it didn't take long to realize she enjoyed showing him off as she met some other mothers, who instantly swooned over him. "How cute is this one," said a mom. "What a fashionable young lady you are, dear." "Say thank you, Peyton," said Jan, dragging him into the bleachers with her. "Thanks," whispered Peyton. "I can't say I picked this dress for her, but it just worked out perfect." Jan smiled. "It did," said the woman as Jan sat with her arm around him, rubbing his back. "Taffeta works well in places like this anyway, as these dresses do well preventing stains. Plus, the color is brilliant and I love the cut on her, Jan." "We finally have a little cheerleader," said another mother. "How cute." "Thank you," replied Jan, enjoying the flattery. "She's so precious this one. It's so easy to make her look adorable." "I didn't know you had a daughter, Jan?" said another woman. "I don't Candice. It's my new boyfriend's daughter," said Jan. "She's been with me all day, and the kids enjoy each others company. She watches baseball with her father, so I figured she'd enjoy watching Johnny play." "I would?" mumbled Peyton. "She looks so familiar to me?" said Candice, staring at him as Peyton instantly got nervous. "Do you have a brother that plays here sweetie?" "No, she's an only child," said Jan, squeezing his cheeks and teasing him. "Maybe you're mistaking her for a child actress with these looks." "Wait, I recognize you now?" Candice smiled. "You do?" Mumbled Peyton, ready to pee his pants. "Did you just start dance school?" said the Candice. "She did!" said Jan. "I remember seeing you yesterday," said Candice. "She's in my daughter's class. You looked so adorable in your pink tutu. You'll be in recital together, I think!" "Can I go get something to eat?" said Peyton, feeling faint and embarrassed. "I feel really light headed." "Here dear. I'm so sorry. You're probably starving," said Jan, taking out some money. "Go get yourself some food and don't get dirty, sweetie." As Peyton took the money and walked toward the concession stand, he looked up seeing his coach and entire team walking towards him. He quickly turned away, panicking as he thought he had just dodged being recognized, hearing some of them behind him. He was ready to run off but figured that might be worse, and quietly ordered in his softest voice. He took his food and walked away, avoiding any eye contact, his hands full as he hurried off. "Excuse me. Little girl," yelled the teen behind the counter. "You forgot your change." "He's calling you, sweetie," said a nearby mother, gently grabbing his arm, as he wasn't stopping. His stomach dropped to the floor as he turned back towards the counter. "Thanks," said Peyton, petrified as he took his change, thinking they might have seen him. He looked down, avoiding eye contact, but as he turned he realized his team mates gave him nothing more than a quick glance and didn't recognize him, caring only about baseball and not girls at this age. He wasted no time hurrying back to the safety of the bleachers before anyone could get a better look at him as he sat back down with Jan, eating. He couldn't believe what he was about to watch as these last few days were a blur, realizing he was supposed to be pitching against Johnny's team, and not sitting in a dress in the stands. His head was spinning, feeling relieved that he wasn't recognized, but on the other hand possibly feeling worse, that no one was questioning that he wasn't a little girl. He watched the game, quietly rooting as his team was playing so poorly, using a fill in pitcher instead of him. In the last inning, Peyton's team was winning by one run with the tying run on third as up came Johnny. "Oh no," said Jan, clutching Peyton. "He's already struck out twice. Please, please let him do something." "No chance," mumbled Peyton to himself as Johnny stepped up. "He bats last for a reason." As the pitch was inside, Johnny jumped back, afraid of being hit like a big sissy himself and the ball hit his bat. He looked down, seeing the coach screaming to run and took off towards first base. Peyton was chuckling until the unthinkable happened, as Johnny was running and blocked the first basemen's vision and the ball sailed down the line. He kept running towards second and turned for third as they threw to get him out. "No way," screamed Peyton, standing up as he had a great view, watching a perfect throw hit Johnny in the shoulder as he was running out of the baseline and rebound into the stands. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing as Johnny was waived around to score and won the game on what was no more than an accidental bunt. The managers were arguing to no avail, as Johnny was being mobbed by his team mates. "Yes way," screamed his mother, hugging Peyton. "He did it. We finally won a game. My little Johnny did it." Jan and the other fans were jumping up and down excitedly, as finally Johnny came running over after a few minutes with a ball. "I got the game ball, mom," said Johnny as his mother hugged and kissed him. "I did it. I hit a homerun to win the game." "Homerun?" mumbled Peyton. "Wasn't that a bunt, with like 3 errors?" "No, that's a home run. I'll teach you baseball, Peyton," said Johnny, stunning Peyton as he kissed him right on the lips and then hugged him. "Mom, she's my good luck charm. Can we bring her to every game?" "We'll ask her dad, honey," replied Jan, again hugging her son. "She is obviously a good luck charm for you, but I'm not sure little girls love baseball that much. She didn't even understand that was a home run, honey." "I know, but I love having a fan here to root for me," said Johnny, licking his lips and then smiling. "Plus, she smells nice and tastes like strawberries." "Let's go celebrate," said Jan, taking them by the hands. Peyton was thrilled to be leaving as she brought them to the nearby ice cream parlor. Finally, Peyton was relieved seeing his brother come in and pick him up. He pulled Jan aside and they shared some private laughter and a soft kiss then he dragged Peyton outside. "Hey sweetie?" said a voice as he got into the backseat. "Kara?" said Peyton. "What are you doing here?" "Oh, your dad and I spent some time together just discussing a few things. You know, just boring adult stuff." "I thought she'd give you an extra lesson tonight at home," Bret chimed in. "That's unless you are too tired from everything today." "Oh, I'm exhausted," Peyton said immediately, catching on, plus having no desire to dance. "I'm just going to head right to bed when we get home." "I thought so," said Bret, smiling at Kara as they drove. They all walked in the house and Bret immediately grabbed his little brother by the hand, taking him upstairs after he made Peyton hug Kara good night. "So listen, you little brat." Bret grabbed him by the arm right outside his room upstairs. "I've got an amazing thing going here, and I'm going to keep it going for the next two weeks until dad gets home. If you know what's good for you, you'll just keep playing the part until then." "Two weeks, you are insane!" yelped Peyton. "I can't. It's too much. I can't keep doing this!" "Sure you can, and you will," replied Bret sternly as he opened Peyton's bedroom door. "No go in there and put on the nightgown that Kara was nice enough to bring you as a gift. She'll be up in five minutes to tuck you in, and make sure you tell her how much you love the curtains. She picked them today." "Holy crap," replied Peyton, tearing up. "You are way out of control." Bret shoved Peyton into his newly painted pink room. All his sports figures and posters had been ripped down and his room made over to look like a little girl's. Sitting on his dresser were teddy bears and dolls, and on his windows were white frilly curtains. "Relax, all your stuff is in boxes and locked away," said Bret, unzipping the back of his dress. "I got all this stuff cheap at a garage sale to make it look authentic. Now hurry up and get changed, as Kara and I need some time alone." Peyton gave his brother the finger as he exited the room. He was aggravated as he changed, slipping the multi-colored nightgown over his head and looking down at the Bratz logo. He sat on the edge of the bed, hearing the soft knock as Kara came in. After some small talk, she unclipped the bow from his head and hugged him before tucking him under the blanket and returning downstairs to his brother as Peyton was quickly off to sleep.