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My Two Mommies By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "You are wonderful Chloe," Mrs. Graham said, answering her door. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Thanks for doing this on such short notice." "It' s no big deal, Mrs. Graham," said Chloe. "I never mind watching Charlie, but just keep in mind I'll be dragging him all over this weekend." "I know your schedule is crazy and I feel bad dumping him on you, but I've got little choice. These last minute business trips are ridiculous, but I really need this job," said Mrs. Graham, getting a little emotional. "I'm sorry. It's not easy being a single parent, and he's ten. It's a tough time for us." "Please Mrs. Graham!" Chloe hugged her. "It's not a problem. I'll juggle everything and you just go take care of business. Don't worry, we'll be fine." "Chloe, it's a lot. I hate to ask, and don't you have a shoot this weekend?" said Mrs. Graham. "I know I'm asking too much, but I've got nowhere else to turn." "It's a quickie and he can just sit there on his ipad playing games while I do it," said Chloe. "He didn't seem to mind much last time I had him sit there. He seemed oblivious honestly, and he's such a cutie they wanted to use him in the background of a few shots." "Sure, do it. He'd probably hate it, but I think it would be fun to see him dressed up in a nice outfit instead of looking like a rag like he usually does," Mrs. Graham yelled upstairs. "Charlie, come on get your duffel bag and let's not keep Chloe waiting. Come on, she's busy and it's getting dark. She needs her res, so behave and don't you dare give her an ounce of trouble young man." "One minute mom," Charlie yelled downstairs. "Uugghh," sighed his mother, rolling her eyes as Charlie wandered down the stairs playing video games on his ipad. "He's so rude these days. And don't worry if you can't get him to everything. It's a lot. A haircut, his uniform, soccer!! I feel terrible burdening you with all this. Not many girls your age can handle all that, plus everything you've got going on." "Go on your trip and don't worry about a thing. I've been sitting him for six years, since I was 13, so it's fine. I'll get it all done without a problem," said Chloe, typing everything into her phone before walking over and grabbing his bag. "Come on champ. We've got a full weekend ahead." Charlie hugged his mother goodbye, rolling his eyes at her as she kissed him a few times and went outside with Chloe. "Backseat little dude," said Chloe, giving him a look. "I know your mother doesn't let you sit in the front, so don't try taking advantage. You're nowhere near the age or height requirement." "Fine," said Charlie as she noticed him checking her out. "I'm just a late bloomer. I'm almost old enough and my mom says a growth spurt is coming!" "Nothing wrong with being petite," said Chloe. "I was always first in line in class too, until I got to high school. Relax, your time will come. Besides, you've got that cute button nose and big blue eyes. Though not tall, you'll have no trouble getting dates when you get older." Charlie got in as she tossed his duffel bag next to him and then drove to her house. They walked in and went upstairs as Chloe opened up the door to a small room. "Ok, you know the drill, Charlie," said Chloe. "Your mom says bed by 9:00pm. Get some rest, because tomorrow's a busy day. My parents are away with Sophie at a Dance Competition, so it'll be quiet here this weekend." "Great, her room again?" said Charlie sarcastically. "Good night," said Chloe, tossing him the clicker as he switched on the television and got into bed. "And don't be playing video games all night. I'll be checking on you later." He watched some television and after about an hour or so, Chloe checked on him seeing he was asleep. In the morning, she came into his room and shook him awake. "Come on wake up and come down for breakfast," said Chloe. "I'll be right down." "Whatever," said a groggy Charlie, heading into the bathroom down the hall. Chloe picked his clothes up off the floor and proceeded to straighten up as her phone rang. "Chloe, Kirk from the studio called. Sophie isn't coming back today is she, because they have an opening for a little girl in your shoot?" said her friend Camille on the phone. "They're paying $500 bucks for the test shot." "Shit, that sucks. I'm doing everything to save for a new car and that would come in handy if I could bring her," said Chloe annoyed. "She's gone until Sunday night. Thanks anyway. If I think of someone, I'll call you back." Chloe proceeded to make the bed, thinking about who else she could call. Feeling a lump under the pillow, she lifted it, shaking her head as she took Charlie's Ipad from the pillow. "He's so careless," said Chloe, putting it down on the dresser before seeing the screen saver click off. She lifted it again smiling as she saw a picture of herself with her arm around Charlie. She was so touched that her picture was there and scrolled down, seeing another and then another of them together. "Holy shit. You little fucking perv," screamed Chloe, mortified as she scrolled. She now saw candid's of her in her underwear, another topless, and shot after shot in provocative positions as she scrolled through the photos before quickly dialing her phone. "Camille, turn the fuck around," said Chloe, whispering to her friend. "I need you back here asap!" Chloe explained the situation, panicking as Camille turned around. Within five minutes, she was at Chloe's house as she let her in, trying to stay calm as Charlie sat eating breakfast. "You better talk, Charlie," said Chloe stepping in front of him. "I can't fucking believe you." "Ok, just stay calm and let's discuss it in an adult manner Chloe," said Camille. "He's nine." "I'm ten," said Charlie. "Talk about what? I'm barely awake." "About what?" said Chloe, holding up his ipad. "About this!" "Give me that," screamed Charlie, jumping up. "That's mine. It's private." "Private! You mean those are my privates, you little fucking perv," Screamed Chloe. "I can't fucking believe you'd take these. Who has seen these? What the fuck is wrong with you?" "No one!" said Charlie nervously. "Please, I'm sorry." "Calm down every one. Let's chill for a minute," said Camille, pointing at them and then answering her phone. "What's up Kirk. Ok, ok, we'll get back to you. I'm trying. Give me a few minutes. I'm in the middle of a crisis ok. bye." "Forget Kirk!" yelled Chloe. "What the hell do I do here. How can I trust that these shots of me are not plastered everywhere. They could be all over the internet. This is my career and my life we're talking about here." "I'm sorry Chloe. You're just so hot, and I swear they're not," cried Charlie. "Look at my history or whatever you want. They're just shots for me." "He's just a boy Chloe, and he's just a boy being a boy," said Camille. "Glad you feel that way, because here's a video of last us last night," said Chloe hitting play. "Mother fucker," said Camille, boiling as she watched the steamy video of her and Chloe together from last night. "I'll fucking kill this little asshole if this came out. My dad and my boyfriend would freak. We experiment, you little asshole. That's what girls do." "Jeez, one second! Now Kirk's calling my phone now," said Chloe, answering her call as Camille was scrolling through the ipad. "Kirk we're trying. My sister wouldn't do that kind of shot anyway, even for a grand. She's a pain in the ass and only wants to do big girl shoots. I can't afford for this shoot to get cancelled, so we need to find ... Wait a minute, I think I may have someone perfect. I'll call you right back in ten minutes." "What is it?" said Camille as Chloe hung up, smiling. "Watch him for one minute," said Chloe, dashing up stairs. "Don't you move a muscle!" Chloe was creating quite a stir, opening and closing doors and drawers, and came dashing back downstairs with some clothes folded over her arm, tossing them on the sofa. "Stand up and don't you dare give me an ounce of trouble," said Chloe, pulling him up and ripping off his shirt. Before he could even protest, his arms were lifted and a new shirt was pulled over his head. "This is your way of getting even?" said Charlie, seeing the flat collar pulled over his head. "My mom had me in something stupid like this when I was a little kid. In fact, I was Popeye for Halloween once as a toddler. Fine, you want me to look ridiculous and then we're even. Go ahead, take my picture looking like an idiot as long as you let me keep that video of you two." "Yes, size 6/7. Shit happens for a reason Camille. Take it off him so it doesn't get wrinkled!" Chloe ignored him and looked at Camille as she dialed her phone. "Kirk, ok I got a perfect fit. Noon works. I'll need just a little bit of time to get it together." "Oh Chloe," said Camille, pulling the shirt back over his head. "You're not thinking what I think you're doing here?" "Go get your overnight bag from your car, Camille," said Chloe, smiling as she pulled the shirt back off over Charlie's head. "I need your Remington, and then I'll run upstairs and get whatever else I need." "Oh this should be interesting," said Camille, running out to her car and then coming back with the bag. "Ok, this is too weird," whined Charlie, as Chloe was sizing him up with her eyes, spinning his shirt around her index finger. "Can I have my shirt please?" "Soon enough Charlie," said Chloe as Camille came back in. Chloe ran upstairs before quickly coming back down with a large blue fabric bag and a bed sheet. "Right here right?" said Camille taking the sheet as Chloe nodded and they spread it out across the living room rug. "Lie down and don't make a sound," said Chloe, grasping his arm and stunning him as she swept his feet out from under him. "What the hell, Chloe!" Charlie was stunned, finding his back on the ground lying on the sheet above the carpet. "Ooopps. Sorry sweetie," teased Chloe as Camille proceeded to pull off his pajama pants. "Now don't fight me, because you're not really in a position with any options Charlie!" "Please, what are you doing to me?" Cried Charlie, hearing Camille giggling. "Oh Chloe, I love how you think girl!" said Camille, rifling through the fabric bag. "It's a stretch, but I think it's gonna be serving him right anyway." "Be still, as the first thing I'm doing is washing the dirt off this disgusting face and Camille will handle below the waist," said Chloe, as she pushed against his forehead. "Your skin is beyond gross. Now it's not going to hurt, it's just my Spa Sonic and you're about to get your first facial. Protest and I promise I'll make it ten times worse. Now shush and just lie here." He couldn't do much protesting, feeling the little buzzing circling his skin as she applied a cream and began massaging it in with her motorized buffer. "I'll use my Remington, or would you rather I do something else. You got something for underneath? I can run to CVS or you got something new? You're not reusing down there right?" said Camille as Chloe laid a warm hand towel over his moist skin. "No, I got it covered Camille," said Chloe, unzipping the bag she brought from upstairs. "I'm pretty sure these will fit because my dad used to get them when Sophie went through that bad phase a few years ago. My mom never throws this stuff out just in case. She figures I'm always babysitting, but who knew I'd need them this weekend? I see everything we'll need in here." "Oh, you're really digressing big time I see," Camille laughed. "This couldn't be more fitting!" "Well, hopefully they do or you will be running out for some jumbos," said Chloe, sharing the laugh. "Is this really necessary?" asked Charlie as a louder buzzing sound of another device switched on. "What is all this about?" "Shut up and give us no trouble, I told you," said Chloe. "I'm going to change so we'll be ready to leave. You got this part, right." "No problem," said Camille. "Go ahead." He now felt Chloe sliding it up and down his legs, almost tickling, before he heard Chloe run back up the stairs. Camille gently worked on his legs and arms and every once and awhile softly massaged a fragrant lotion all over his body. After about ten minutes, he felt like his skin was warm and soft as he heard footsteps approaching, realizing it was Chloe. "Here, they're called Just my size," said Chloe as Camille switched off the buzzing. "Perfect, these should fit fine," said Camille as he could feel them lift up his legs and back. "Good thing you're such a little twig." "Boys have no hips," teased Chloe. "They're gonna fit I think." They tugged the sheet from under his back before replacing it as he now felt the slight chill as they placed him down on a plastic feeling one. "Now don't be embarrassed, as I don't think you should since you've seen us in the buff and now we'll be even," said Chloe pulling off his spider man briefs quickly as he tried sitting up, but she stopped him, pushing his towel covered face back down. "No, no, no! Lie back and don't make this difficult," said Camille as he heard a squirting sound. "Please this is too weird, and that's so cold," said Charlie, beginning to shiver, feeling a little cream being rubbed on the inside of his thighs and near his butt crack. "My own mother doesn't see me like this." "Nor do our parents, or little people we babysit, you little perv!" said Camille, giving a soft slap on his bare behind. "Now shush!" "Sorry, it's just the initial chill," said Chloe as they massaged more lotion onto the back of his legs as he squirmed while they lifted them. "But it'll feel nice and smooth later." He soon felt some tight underwear sliding up his legs, relieved they were no longer staring at his package. They lifted him a touch as they pulled them snugly up before he felt some socks and then shoes close around his feet. It was a slight sense of relief as Chloe was wiping the cream from his face as he opened his eyes. "My legs feel weird," said Charlie, seeing Chloe looking down on him. "If you're dressing me like a little dough boy or like some kid with his finger in the dam, it's not that funny. I saw that weird collar and neck tie. This underwear's uncomfortable. Now take your blackmail picture and let's get this over with." "Trust me, you'll look nothing like the little boy with his finger in the damn," said Chloe, helping him to his feet. "But I bet he'd think you're awfully cute. Hands up!" He could give little protest as Chloe lifted his arms above his head while Camille dropped a garment over his head from behind. He looked down, stunned, watching it stop past his waist, seeing his feet in his new shoes while Chloe tucked it down and straightened it before he felt a zipper quickly ride up his back. "Are you insane?" screamed Charlie, looking down at himself as they inspected him. "No way. Get me out of this right now. Stop what are you doing to me?" "Shut up before it gets ten times worse," Chloe giggled. "Now sit down and act like a big girl." "Please, girls. I'm so so sorry. It'll never happen again," cried Charlie. "Please don't embarrass me like this." "Then sit," said Chloe sternly as Camille brought over a chair as they pushed him back into it. "You wanted to hang with the girls last night, and now you'll be getting that chance." "You won't be embarrassed if you do exactly as I say, and do exactly what you're told," said Chloe wrapping a long sheet over his body and around his neck. "Chin up and stop the whimpering," said Camille as she was circling him, dampening his hair with a spray bottle. "You can go finish getting ready Chloe, and I'll finish up here. Just see if Sophie has something cute to hold the ends and match. He doesn't have much length, but there's enough I can work with." "I'm sure she does," said Chloe, running upstairs. "Be back after I do my face." "I said I was sorry," yelled Charlie, wincing as Camille was brushing very hard through his hair. "Please, I did!" "Yup, you did," said Camille, twisting some of it and pulling tightly. "And now you'll prove it. Now be still as I have to get the knots out in the back and that's going to hurt a touch." Charlie was already whimpering as she moistened and brushed over and over through his longish stringy hair, which barely grazed his shoulders. Finally she put down her wire brush and used her comb, parting his hair in the middle and flipping little sections back and forth at the back of his head as she tugged. "That's annoying," said Charlie, trying to pull away, seeing Camille holding a section on the right and working her way to the front of his head. "Please, you're pulling too hard." "You're worse than a little girl," teased Camille, ignoring him as she wound in a band and tugged it tightly as he cringed. "Now stop fidgeting and let me finish." "I can't," cried Charlie as she worked the other side now. "Please, it feels so tight. No more!" "I'm almost done you big baby," said Camille, stepping in front of him and looking him over. "I'm just going to fix them and you're done." "Fix them?" asked Charlie, watching Camille walk behind him and then felt her stretch his hair on the left. "Stop moving or you will get burnt. This gets hot," said Camille, sternly twisting his head with her palms on each side. "You're lucky you don't have that much hair. This will be quick." He was quivering as Camille could care less, hearing the excessive aerosol spraying above his left ear and then felt the tension as she twisted. His teeth were chattering, hearing the sizzling sound next to his ear and then felt momentary relief as she finally released the tension. He could barely concentrate as Camille was saturating the other side now in hairspray, and he looked up, hearing Chloe coming down the stairs. "Oh Chloe!" said Camille, looking at her friend and getting excited for her as Charlie felt the tension on the right now. "Mature enough?" said Chloe, giving a little pose. "Are you kidding! I'd say those teen years look long gone girlfriend," teased Camille, seeing Charlie looking her up and down just like Camille. "I'd say some other little person approves too!" He had never seen Chloe looking like this before, as finally Camille released his hair. His hot baby sitter now looked so much older, but still incredibly sexy. He was used to seeing her in tight jeans and tops, but instead she now was dressed in a sharp, form fitting light colored suit. The rounded jacket and skirt were a neutral tan color, and her v- cut blouse was a very soft pink. It looked professional yet slightly sexy, as the tight skirt was hemmed four inches above her knees but left little to the imagination, as her large firm breasts were thoroughly on display. Her hair had been slicked back and pulled into a neat tight bun, and her makeup looked so pumped up and flawless. "I see that," said Chloe, smiling as she patted his shoulder, approaching before handing some things to Camille. "Here, this should be really be cute and go perfectly. You finish the hair and I'll put these on him." "Very pretty," said Camille, taking them as Chloe bent over right in front of him. He could barely breathe as Chloe touched his ear lobe on the left as her breasts were inches from his face before she moved to the right. "Eeeewwhh, I love those," said Camille, as he was mesmerized feeling some tugging on the left side his head for just a moment until Chloe finally stepped back. He could see entirely down Chloe's blouse after she walked across the room and bent over, sliding her feet into some 4 inch nude colored sling back pumps as Camille was working on the right now. He could feel himself salivating as her boobs jiggled a touch as she hopped a bit, adjusting the little strap behind her right ankle as Camille was sliding her fingers through his hair at the back on his head. "Just a few more seconds please," said Camille, squirting gel into her palms and pressing it onto his head. "You're just about done." "Oouch!" Charlie winced, feeling Camille just give one last little tug on each side. "Please, let's get whatever this is over with. Remember I said I was sorry." He looked up, seeing her come in front of him now spraying his head with something that smelled like strawberries, as he instantly felt the stickiness as she couldn't stop grinning. "We do some nice work together, I must say," said Camille, pulling the long cape from around his neck and stepping back, admiring her work. "Definitely!" screeched Chloe happily, as she could barely contain her smile, bouncing a little with her excitement. "Stand up Charlie, and let me get a good look at you." "Adorable," said Camille. "Absolutely adorable." "Isn't he!!!!!!" said Chloe, enthused and giving a few small claps. "I can't, Camille!!! I just can't believe it's him. OMG, this is exciting." "You mean she. I'd get that straight now Chloe, before you slip!" teased Camille. "I'll get my keys and my bag." "Keys, are you insane?" cried Charlie, stunned staring down at himself. "I'm not going anywhere like this. Please, enough is enough Chloe. Look at these shoes, and those are my legs! This is a dress. You can't take me out me in a dress!" "Relax, you've got nothing to worry about," said Chloe, taking his arm and dragging him over to the hall mirror. "Look at yourself. You're cute as a button. Do you think I'd embarrass myself taking you out if you didn't look just darling. Now you'll need to sit properly in the car and not wrinkle your outfit. It's a classic rayon blend Bonnie Jean, and I'll kill you if you ruin even one pleat!" Charlie could barely breathe, staring at himself dressed from head to toe in a classic short sleeve Bonnie Jean sailor dress, seeing no sign of anything but a little girl staring back at him, as Chloe stood behind him, undoing and retying the bow at his back while trying to contain her exuberance. The navy short sleeve dress had a huge white sailor style square collar trimmed in navy, as it was positioned across his shoulders with a white grosgrain bow in the center hanging down neatly on his chest. Across his rib cage were four double breasted white and gold buttons on the front and little faux pocket flaps in front of each hip. The pleated skirt had three rows of white striping bordering the hem just above his knees, matching the same three stripes on the short sleeves, and in back a matching bow was tied, keeping it shapely. On his feet, navy suede Mary Janes buckled across each foot and a few delicate ruffles were a nice touch flowing from his white ankle socks. His knees were knocking as he stared at his hair, which had been parted down the middle now and gelled tightly against his scalp before swinging daintily in pigtails. He had just enough length to make short pigtails which sat high above his ears on each side, and hung as a single spring like barrel curl, which were separated from his head by the delicate white silk bow tie type bow that Camille had just added. He reached up with his finger, touching his earlobe, feeling the miniature silver teddy bear earrings which were decorated with a few tiny rhinestone chips as Chloe interrupted, pulling away his fingers. "Stop. You'll knock them off," said Chloe, pushing at his wrist and then hugging him from behind as they stared in the mirror together. "They're only magnetic, so don't panic! Now stop stressing over nothing. Look at that face. Look how pretty you look. This will be fun." He tilted his head sighing, become conscious of how his face looked so soft and clean, as he could see his skin shine from the facial. He glanced down, seeing the little luster on his legs and arms which no longer displayed the tiny hairs he had a short time ago, and his nose picked up the scent of Johnson and Johnson products he recognized from many years gone past, as his senses seemed heightened now. "Ahoy ladies," teased Camille, pulling Charlie from his gaze at himself. "I hate to break up this little staring thing going on, but we've got to set sail now and I don't want to speed there or crash, especially with little missy in the back seat." "Sorry, I'm just so happy with how cute he looks," said Chloe, softly putting her hand on her chest as Camille whisked him out the door. "I just pictured the look in my head, but it came out even better than I hoped. I'll get my purse and be right out." Chloe grabbed a few bags and her purse as Charlie found himself being belted into the back seat of Chloe's parents minivan stunned. Oddly Camille drove, glancing back a few times grinning as she looked at his irritated expression in the rear view mirror. Chloe barely took a breath, chatting on her cell phone and working on her makeup in the passenger mirror at lights. After a brief fifteen minute drive, Camille pulled over to the curb as Charlie's eyes widened, realizing he'd be getting out. "Ok, so I expect you'll be on your best behavior, or you'll find yourself alone wandering around like this," said Chloe, coating her lips. "Whatever I tell you to do. You nod and do it. Understand?" "Do?" cried Charlie. "I can't do anything like this. Please Chloe. I can't be seen like this." "No one is seeing Charlie anymore when they look at you honey," said Camille, pressing a button as the minivan door automatically slid open next to Charlie. "Have a nice mother/daughter day girls. Good luck Chloe, and try doing some smiling Chels." "No way," chirped Charlie, as Chloe got out and unbuckled his seat belt. "Chels?" "That's right my sweetie, and as of right now you'll start calling me mommy while we're out in public," said Chloe, taking him by the hand. "As far as anyone is concerned, once we walk through those glass doors in front of us, you're my darling little daughter Chelsea." Charlie was ready to pee his pants as the minivan automatically closed behind him. Chloe threw the shoulder strap of her purse over her left shoulder and grabbed the large bag with her free hand while taking Charlie by the hand with the other. He had no idea what he was in for as they strolled through the double glass doors before being greeted by a man with a clipboard. "Hi, Kirk sent me over," Chloe extended her hand. "I'm Chloe Kimball, and this is Chelsea." "Oh, wonderful Mrs. Kimball. We've been expecting you!" said the man. "Hello Chelsea. Don't you look so pretty, princess in your cute little sailor suit. I'm Max." "Say thank you Chels," Chloe prodded him. "Thanks," said Charlie, avoiding eye contact. "It's ok honey. We don't bite here, and that's such a pretty name," said Max. "How old are you?" "I'm te-"," said Charlie as immediately Chloe interrupted. "She just turned eight," said Chloe, squeezing his hand tightly. "Kirk had told me that should be young enough for this shoot. Should I put down seven on the form? She is a bit petite for her age?" "Well, that's up to him, but we were looking younger honestly Mrs. Kimball," said Max. "I mean honestly you look too young to have a daughter her age." "Oh thank you so much. I had her so young, but it's been a joy," said Chloe, giving him a playful tap. "Time flies when you start getting through your mid-twenties." "I'll trade you. I'm on my way to forty," said Max. "Well, you look ten years younger Max," said Chloe, playfully flirting. "Thanks, so you just have a seat until he's ready for you," said Max. Chloe took Charlie by the hand and they turned a few corners before finding themselves in a waiting room with a few other moms and young girls. You could see the other moms sizing them up and looking them over as Chloe took a seat with Charlie. "Go sit with the other kids and color, honey," said Chloe, handing him a book from the rack and taking a few magazines. "But-" said Charlie, starting to speak as she cut him off. "Chelsea! We talked about things like this young lady!" said Chloe, insisting. "Mommy has things to do. Now go." Charlie couldn't believe what he was about to do as she ushered him across the room. He found himself sitting at a small table as he opened a coloring book filled with ponies and fairies as he glanced over, seeing her shoot him a nasty look and nodding as she raised her brows. He knew he had little choice, taking crayon to paper as he found himself coloring with little girls three or four years younger than him. It seemed to take forever as people were coming and going as Chloe read her magazines and texted repeatedly as he glanced over. "Mrs Kimball," said a woman, poking her head into the room. "Yes, hi," said Chloe, jumping up. "Kirk is inside and ready for you. Please go right in." "Thanks, come on pumpkin," said Chloe as she stood up, placing her magazines down and buttoning her suit jacket. She walked over, holding out her hand as he looked around seeing most eyes glancing at them. He could see some of the catty looks from some of the other ladies peeking up from their magazines, feeling like he was being judged as they entered another room. "Well, you never cease to amaze me, Chloe," said Kirk, hugging her as they entered his office and then stepping back, looking at her. "I could see the looks you were getting out there by some of the other ladies. You make one hot mom." "Thank you," said Chloe, flattered. "But 26?" said Kirk looking at her paperwork. "It's a stretch Chloe." "Airbrush in a few wrinkles and don't shoot my good side," teased Chloe. "You're the best. You can do it. How about my little girl? You like what I've done here, and luckily I was able to find the outfit. Come on she's adorable right?" "She's very cute. I am looking for something like that, and I love the sailor thing you put on her. She's got potential," said Kirk, lifting Charlie's chin and looking him over. "Come on, let's see how it looks inside, under the lights." Kirk opened a door at the back of his office as Charlie was stunned, seeing a series of cameras, props, and some staff. A young, pretty woman came over leading him to a chair he had to step up into and before he knew it they had a plastic wrap over him as they were powdering and brushing at his face. He looked over seeing them touching up Chloe's makeup as she was reading some sheets of paper with a serious look on her face. "Ok, you ready Chloe," said Kirk. "I know she's a rookie, but I'd rather you not tell her the scene because I want to see if we can capture that real look of surprise. The raw emotion!" "Oh, I think you're going to get it, Kirk," said Chloe, handing him the sheets. "Be ready on that first take." "Chelsea, come here sweetie," said Kirk as he walked over. "All I want you to do is smile and look cute. Don't be nervous, honey. This will be fun and you've only got one line. When she talks to you, all you do is look her in the eyes and then sip the milk. There will be just a little in the container, and then you say your line. Use the cutest, squeakiest voice you've got please." Charlie begrudgingly nodded as Kirk positioned him staring at Chloe in front of a large green screen. He turned his chin up, staring up at Chloe while wardrobe perfectly straightened his dress and gave a few final pats to his face with some powder. "Ok action!" said Kirk. "Sweetheart, drink your milk so you'll grow big and strong like mommy," said Chloe, acting as she knelt in front of him and then held the small container to his lips. "I hope so, mommy," said Charlie, staring as her big breasts, seeing the light shining on them as she put the container to his lips and drank. "You didn't save any for me, Mrs. K," said a voice from behind, surprising Charlie. "Sorry Toby," said Chloe, acting as Charlie turned his head seeing the young boy dressed in a white sailor suit and shorts. "It's ok, Mrs. K," said a young boy, winking at Charlie. "I'll share with Chelsea. Plus, girls this pretty should never have a milk moustache." "Toby!!" shouted Chloe, covering her mouth, acting surprised and batting her lashes. The taste of milk quickly left Charlie's taste buds, sensing the cherry chap stick on the boys lips, realizing his lips ever so softly touched his before he could even react. "Yum! Milk, it does the body good!" said the boy, licking his lips as he slipped his fingers between Charlie's. "Cut," yelled Kirk. "Fantastic everyone. Toby, Chelsea. You two were great together. Honey, you're a natural. The sheer surprise was amazing. The way she looked stunned. The kiss looked good. We've got the little curls bouncing. Her expression! Priceless!" "That's why I told you to be read, Kirk," teased Chloe. "You're not topping that one." "Ok, we'll see. Let's do it again everyone," said Kirk. "Places everyone." Charlie could hardly function as they wasted no time with the second take. He knew what was coming this time and turned his cheek, as Kirk was displeased. "You two have to connect," said Kirk sternly. "Let's go again." They now went over and over as Charlie was really getting more and more upset each time. His stomach was in knots and feeling dizzy until after the sixth take he felt a warm rush he couldn't control as Toby held the kiss a bit longer this time. "Mommy, I have a problem. I, I, I just," said Charlie, looking down at the floor and whispering in her ear as she began giggling. "It's ok, you're fine," said Chloe, chuckling as she hugged him. "Relax, It's not exactly what I expected but I got it covered." "Is everything ok?" said Kirk. "No, it's fine. We're prepared," said Chloe, flipping her wrist. "But maybe someone could go out and get my diaper bag. I left it in the lobby. She's just a bit nervous as I expected, and with all the milk and under the hot lights but I'll change her when we're done. I know she's a little big for it, but I anticipated there could be some nerves so she's in a pull up." "Smart woman, Chloe," said Kirk nodding. "You do know your daughter, and that's impressive. Most parents are never prepared. I think we've got enough good takes anyway. Why don't you change her and meet me in my office and we'll chat." "Sure thing," said Chloe, taking the diaper bag from one of the assistants and then his hand. "Come on pumpkin."