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My Two Mommies By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 2 Chloe dragged him into the ladies room and inside the handicapped stall, closing the door. He was mortified as she folded down the changing table and wasted no time lifting him up onto it. "Good thing I ate my wheaties today!" Chloe teased him as he was stunned as his head and feet hung off the plastic fold down compartment, which was bolted to the wall. "This is embarrassing Chloe," said Charlie, tearing up. "Please, I think we're more than even now. Can we leave after this?" "Well, we've at least both got a same sex smooching video now," replied Chloe, lifting his feet as he could feel the wet pull up slide down his legs. "I'd keep those pretty little lips closed if I were you, unless you'd like me to arrange a play date with that handsome boy. You two looked very cute together, and I'm pretty sure he liked you." "That's not funny," whined Charlie as she was wiping him with some baby wipes and applying some ointment. "I didn't kiss him. That was all him and it was gross. You've taken this too far." "Me? I've taken it too far? You're kidding, right?" Chloe slid a new pull up down his legs. "You've got years of photos of me and I've got a thirty second video. I'd keep my mouth shut Chelsea, if I were you." "True," giggled Charlie, happy for a second as Chloe lifted him to his feet and took his hand. "Come on, I have to go finish up with Kirk and then we're out of here," said Chloe. At least he didn't feel wet anymore he thought, as Chloe dragged him from the bathroom back to Kirk's office. They sat watching the raw footage as Charlie was stunned how he looked on camera, realizing no one would really ever recognize him as he looked so young and girly. "So, just so you know Chloe," said Kirk, handing her a check. "You were right on the first take and you two looked amazing together. Plus, Chelsea with Toby was magic. So can we talk about using it, and I have a few other things in mind." "Thank you so much. Absolutely, let's talk business," said Chloe, getting up and hugging Kirk before seeing her phone ring. "Sorry, I have to get this. It's her actual mom." "Sure, go ahead," Kirk replied. "Hey, Mrs. Graham. How's it going?" said Chloe mostly doing the listening. "Really? Really. Wow. Look, it's fine. We're having a great time together, and I've gotten nothing but full cooperation." Chloe got up and walked outside chatting away, as Charlie sat there twiddling his thumbs as Kirk picked up a phone call, basically ignoring him for a good ten minutes. "Thank you again," said Chloe as she finally re-entered, handing Charlie the phone. "You'd be shocked at the things he's enjoying doing. Here honey. She wants to say Hi." "Hi," said Charlie, listening and saying little as Chloe stared him down. "Another few days? Maybe a week? But, but, but..Yes, yes, ok." Charlie rolled his eyes before he gulped, seeing the grin on Chloe's face as he handed her back the phone. "So go and do whatever you have to do. Whatever it takes is fine," said Chloe, beaming as she chatted away. "Don't worry. I doubt I'll have an ounce of trouble. Bye now, and I'll take care of everything!" "Everything good?" asked Kirk, looking at her as she hung up. "Couldn't be better," said Chloe, grinning and kicking off her heels and pulling out her bun. "Sir, here are the faxes for Miss Kimball," said his receptionist, interrupting and handing Kirk a few sheets of paper. "Awesome. These are from his actual mother!" Kirk noted, snickering at Charlie as he read the forms. "You're amazing Chloe." "I know. His mother gave me guardian rights while she's gone, and okayed the modeling. Now you can publish the video," replied Chloe, patting herself on the back and flipping her hair, trying to act a little flirty. "Now am I getting the other part or what?" "You are one persistent girl Chloe, and I must say you came through for me today!" said Kirk, smiling as she sat on the edge of his desk now. "If I gave you that part you have to make some adjustments. It's supposed to be a reality series. I can't just airbrush on a few years, but with your looks it could work as we do want someone to give us some high ratings." "No big deal, Kirk. I read the profile," said Chloe, standing up and swishing her hips, showing off her body. "I can do trashy or sexy no problem. Ditzy, seductive, dingy, whatever! It's not like every reality series isn't filled with people acting? Plus, come on, you have to admit. I make a hot young mom right?" "You got me there," replied Kirk, scratching his chin. "Well call me later, as I've got to get my little model here changed and get out on some errands," said Chloe, giving him a hug. "We've got soccer, and I hate to do it but it's time to cut that mop before school on Monday. It was fun while it lasted, but back to little brat status we go." "We'll just have to work those things into our schedule then. I can't split you two, and our hot mom needs a cute daughter. Brat status will have to wait. You both start immediately," said Kirk, buzzing his receptionist and pushing over an agreement for Chloe to sign. "Have them ready the crew to begin filming, and alert our hair and makeup team. We're going out on location to shoot a pilot starting today." "Holy shit!!! I love you," screamed Chloe, hugging him and immediately signing the contract. "This is incredible. I'm so psyched." "Wait, are you kidding me?" asked Charlie, stunned. "You said I was done! I can't do this Chloe. Please, I thought I was done." "Think again pretty girl, and you're welcome Chloe," said Kirk, lifting Chloe's hair up and looking over at Charlie as a group of people entered and Kirk nodded at them. "I just need to get both of you looking more authentic. I'm looking to keep the wholesome look on Chelsea that she had in the sailor suit, and the sexy young thing you've both got going, but you'll both need some makeovers. Everyone... make it happen." Chloe could barely contain herself as they were lead into the next room. Charlie was shaking with fear as the group quickly unzipped his dress and he soon found himself in a bathrobe, as did Chloe. They were seated across from each other as Charlie looked straight across at Chloe, seeing a hair dresser behind her brushing her hair. Over his shoulder, his own hairdresser undid his pigtails as he watched the bows from his head being placed on the table next to him, providing momentary relief as the tension from their tightness was gone. "So, are you any good at soccer?" asked Kirk, stepping between them as he looked up, cringing as they brushed the stiff gel from his hair. "I'm not bad," said Charlie, surprised by the question. "We'll work on that honey. I like that. We can work that in," said Kirk rubbing his chin and looking over at Chloe. "Ok, Kelly, give me a sexy soccer mom. That should be a good start." "Got it boss," said Chloe's hairdresser, pulling all her long hair into a single pony between her fingers on the left side and winding in a rubber band below her chin. "About there?" "Wait! What the fuck Kirk?". Screamed Chloe. "I'm not cutting my hair. I understand you want a certain look. Get me a wig. I love my hair. I not chopping off all that." "Chloe, we agreed on authentic, right?" said Kirk, throwing up his hands. "I need a hot mom that doesn't have time to worry about herself. She's still young, so she's trying to act sexy, but has had to make sacrifices as a single parent for her little girl. You're not going to be in designer clothes or look like you just stepped out of the salon here! Now are we on the same page Chloe?" "I know, but my hair?" cried Chloe. "You want this, right?" said Kirk. "That's the role. Trashy, but a little dishevelled." "You suck, Kirk," replied Chloe, cringing and taking a deep breath, then nodding. "Go ahead, before I freak out!" "Don't worry, I want your beautiful face and those gorgeous boobs as the focal point of my show," said Kirk, pointing in a commanding way. "Kelly, you heard me. Now give me a soccer mom look please and then let's get them looking like family." "You got it boss," said Kelly as Chloe winced, closing her eyes and hearing the scissors sheer through her hair. She looked up, seeing the surprised expression on Charlie's face as he saw her long pony tossed on the vanity next to her. "Ok, now we've got to match you two up," said Kelly, tapping Chloe's thigh to get up. "Come on ladies. Let's work on that mother daughter connection." "This should be interesting," sighed Chloe, standing up as she followed Kelly to the sink. "Don't worry Mrs. Kimball, we'll be gentle with Chelsea. We can't get away with a rinse that won't be harmful," said Bonnie. "The real processing we'll keep for you." Chloe sat back as they began washing her hair as Charlie wasn't exactly sure what was happening, as he found himself in the adjacent hair. Within moments, he was having his hair washed out as well, as he glanced over seeing them working on Chloe. Finally the water was switched off as Charlie relaxed, enjoying the massaging on his scalp before they switched his sink back on again, rinsing his hair over and over. When they finished, they towel dried his hair and then dried a small strand with a hand held dryer, tugging at it uncomfortably. "It's a pretty tone, Bonnie," said Kelly. "Go get started and I'm pretty sure I can get Chloe there after the toning." "Will do," said Bonnie, wrapping his hair in a towel. She led him back to her chair, wrapping him with a long plastic cape as he sat. She took her time towel drying his hair and combed through it over and over as she pointed his chin towards the floor. "Ok boss?" said Bonnie, questioning him as he came over. "Yes, that should show nicely on camera," said Kirk. "I'd like her looking younger though. Can you give me another year or two with the right hair and makeup? "I'll try, but you're asking a lot," said Bonnie. "Younger than bows and pigtails?" "Work your magic Bonnie," said Kirk, tapping her shoulder and lifting Charlie's chin, looking into his eyes. "She's got a baby face so match it up. I've got wardrobe pulling some options now." "Yes sir," said Bonnie, taking her brush from her vanity. "Eyes closed Chelsea, let's see what we can do. Time to turn back the clock a little." Charlie was getting even more nervous, feeling her finger swirl through his hair. She brushed to the left and then to the right as she seemed to be struggling with exactly what to do as Kelly came over now. "Stop fretting Bonnie," said Kelly, putting her hand under Charlie's chin and lifting his face. "You're over thinking. This isn't a Hollywood starlet. You're not doing angles or layers on some diva here! Highlight her delicate features. That cute button nose, round face, and big eyes." "You're right!" said Bonnie chiming up. "I just never worked in Kiddie Cuts, so I missed those lessons." "You do now, and that's what he wants," teased Kelly as they shared a laugh. "Think young and precious. Here, I think this would be cute on her." Kelly scrolled through some pictures on her phone and showed one to Bonnie. "Oh, that's so adorable," said Bonnie as Kelly was holding up the phone and looking over at Charlie. "I had a niece that looked like that when she was little." "See, there you go then," said Kelly. "Even her out and use the minis. It'll be work, but with her face shape and the Jessica Mcclintock's they were going to choose from the promo shot, it should give Kirk what he's looking for." "Thanks Kelly," Bonnie hugged her. "Let me get moving!" "Me too! I've got to go wash out her mother's hair, and she's still got to get her face done," said Kelly looking at her watch. "We're fine on time though. Do it right!" "Ready to look adorable, honey?" asked Bonnie, holding a scissor in front of his face. "Not that you didn't before, but this should be really cute on that pretty face." Charlie was petrified now as he felt Bonnie sectioning his hair in the back and begin snipping. She was sliding his wet hair back and forth between the bristles of her comb, stretching each small section between her fingers as she was snipping away. He knew he'd be getting a haircut this weekend before school, but wasn't sure exactly what she was doing as it felt more like a haircut he normally got by the barber, as he felt small section after section slide down his cheek and neck. He wasn't sure how this could be bad, saddened that his longish hair was being trimmed away but he figured it couldn't look as bad as what Camille had done to him earlier. She was working on top of his head now, trimming and then covered his eyes with her palm as she brushed past his nose. "Be still honey. Almost there," said Bonnie, sliding the blade across the bridge of his nose as he winced. "You really needed to be evened out badly. It's like you let a shaggy boys cut just go wild." He could feel the long strands slide down his face as she brushed all of his hair straight back and then moved her palm, allowing his eyes to open. She blew some air upwards towards his cheek, whisking away some little stray hairs that were itching him. She took her hair dryer, blowing away all the stray hair and then he looked over seeing her roll over a cart. "Sit still for me darling," said Bonnie as she opened a draw taking out a few sliver pin clips and handing him a small box of tissue papers. "You just hand me these when I tell you dear." He felt the tension at the back of his head as Bonnie combed near his neckline and snapped in the few clips. She took a small tissue paper from his finger tips and then he could hear it crumbling, and the tension as she stretched his hair. His legs began shaking, looking over as he saw her open a container and take the very thin plastic little red and blue rods as he could feel her wind one quickly into his hair. There wasn't much he could do as she took the next tissue paper from his grasp, and he now realized this was part of a process, feeling the next rod wind in. He closed his eyes, nervous as to exactly what he was about to look like, feeling the tension climb up the back of his head and then on top, as rod after rod wound in. "Looking good Bonnie," said Kelly as Charlie cracked open his eyes. "Hey ladies," said Bonnie as Kelly stood behind Chloe now across from him with her hair wrapped in a towel. "Is she precious or what all wound up in them Mrs. Kimball?" "Well, we did have a haircut on the agenda this weekend, but I'm sure it's not what either of us expected," said Chloe, seeing all the clippings on the floor. "Just make sure you get a picture of her like this all rolled up for me. Her expression is priceless." "Will do," said Bonnie, continuing to roll as Kelly worked on Chloe's makeup. "It'll be nice to have a shot of her first set for your scrapbook." It wasn't long now as finally she finished inserting the rods in Charlie's hair, as she stretched a hair net over his head. She then wheeled over a portable dryer, lowering it over his head as he was extremely nervous, knowing he soon would have a new hairdo. As he sat there feeling the warm air blast on his head, she took an emery board, buffing and shaping his nails on his right hand before he smelled the fumes of a scent he knew from home and looked down. He grew even sicker, seeing how she held his pinkie and watched the brush stroke the very light pink polish slide across his nail. She fanned out his fingers, blowing on them and then jumped to his other hand, painting them as well. When she finished, she lifted the dryer touching his head in a few places before lowering it again as the air grew cool this time. "Just a little more sweetie," Bonnie told him as he looked, trying to see Chloe as Kelly was in front of her trimming, but noticing how much darker her hair was now. "Keep those nails fanned out honey." Bonnie now clear coated his nails as he felt the air get very hot again. He was baking as it finally switched off and she lifted it, looked satisfied as she checked his hair. "Can I have some water?" said Charlie, fanning himself to cool off as Bonnie gave him a bottle with a straw. "Sure, just don't touch anything with those nails, dearie," said Bonnie. It looked so weird to him, seeing his soft pink nails holding it as he sucked it down as she now took some powder to his face. "Are we getting closer to results, ladies?" said Kirk, walking over clapping. "Finish up please. I've got a schedule to keep." "Almost there, boss," said Kelly. "Relax, I think you'll be pleased with our work." "He's such a pain sometimes," said Bonnie, softly brushing at Charlie's cheeks. "When you get older, you'll learn you can't rush beauty, Chelsea." Bonnie rubbed her finger in a little jar and then softly patted it against Charlie's lips. He could taste the little bubble gum flavor as she wiped her finger and then began carefully unwinding his hair. It was the weirdest sensation feeling the first section stretch and then spring back against his head as the plastic clink sound of the roller being tossed back in the canister was at least a welcome sound. Her fingers felt so cold now against his still warm hair and neck as he tensed up, feeling a little urge. "I need to pee soon," cried Charlie, squeezing his legs together. "Honey, you'll have to hold it, please," said Chloe as Kelly stepped out of his line of sight. "Let Kelly finish and mommy's almost ready." He was practically hyperventilating as he looked over, seeing Kelly circle Chloe in hairspray as his mouth dropped, seeing her new look. He had never seen her lips look so big and pink, as she smiled behind a thick salmon pink gloss. Her golden brown hair was now a deep shiny auburn red, and had been chopped into a short chin length fringe. Her short style featured loose stacked tendril like curls sweeping across her face from an angled side part, and as she twisted her neck the back of her hair had been buzzed into ultra-short thick layers. "Stop staring Chelsea," said Chloe, annoyed at him. "It'll take some getting used to I know, and eventually grow out, but I guess so will yours." "Yeah, years," mumbled Charlie to himself. "She's still thirsty, Bonnie," said Chloe, getting pissed at him. "Oh, sure. Here's another sweetie," said Bonnie, giving him another water. "Almost done getting these out sweetie, and then mommy can take you potty." "Drink up Chels," said Chloe sternly as Charlie was pressing his thighs together nervously as he drank. "She's fine. She's an alarmist. Go ahead and finish up." "Hi Mrs. Kimball, I'm Monica from wardrobe. Will you dress her here Mrs. Kimball?" said Monica, extending her hand. "I tried to pick the most precious little thing we've got in her size." "Sure, here is fine," said Chloe, taking the bag. "In there are her tights and shoes. Put them on her and then finish her hair," said Monica. "In the box are the accessories if you want to use them Bonnie, and I'll be back in a few minutes when you're ready to finish dressing her." "Sounds good," said Chloe, pulling the cape from around her neck and getting up. As she bent over taking the white tights from the bag, Charlie forgot almost everything around them, looking right down her shirt. She rolled the tights and began sliding them around his ankle, as he no longer was thinking anything about the rods being released from his hair. She guided them up his body and lifted him up for a second, pulling them taut before snapping the waist line as she sat him back down. He loved staring at Chloe, and as usual she didn't disappoint, as her boobs were barely contained in her low cut rounded top of her obviously braless silk pink form fitting dress, which was hugging every inch of her curvy frame. "Whoa mommy!" gasped Charlie, leaning forward as she buckled the shoes on his feet and stepped back. "You.. You look..." "Thank you, sweetie," said Chloe, shooting him a nasty look as she squeezed his face, cutting off his sentence. "I know mommy looks a little different, but when you get older, you'll realize that's what girls do." "Excuse me, Mrs. Kimball," said Bonnie, interrupting with a brush and her thin flat iron as Chloe slid on a matching jacket and fastened the single button. "I just need to fix the front please. Almost there, princess." Hearing that, his nerves again began reacting as he began slightly shaking as she brushed his hair forwards on her forehead and slid in her flat iron, twisting it. "She's cute in bangs, right?" said Bonnie as she dipped her comb into his scalp behind them pulling firmly as he winced. "Ouch, that really hurts!" cried Charlie as she held a section very tightly in one hand. "Sorry Chelsea, honey," said Bonnie, twisting his hair a touch as he heard a distinct snap and some pressure at the back of the crown of his head. "Right, now they're tight so it takes a little getting used to, and we just needed to do a little something cute to dress it up." "Maybe go a little shorter on the bangs please, Bonnie," said Chloe, annoyed as she turned, sliding off her slippers. "But I just curled it under and you want them that short?" said Bonnie, surprised. "Yup, that's the look we're going for right?" said Chloe, as she stepped into her 5 inch pink stilettoes. "Just over exaggerate the forehead a touch, and she'll look more babyish." "True, we've come this far," replied Bonnie, placing her scissors an inch above his brow line. "Like here." "That looks about right," said Chloe, smiling as she winked at Charlie as Bonnie sheered through his forehead. "She doesn't want to look anything but precious! Right pumpkin?" When she finished, she brushed through it as Charlie sat there seeing Chloe staring at him with her arms folded. Bonnie carefully separated and picked at the back of his head now, as she was spraying with her hairspray as she worked. He could smell the fruity scent as she softly set it with a hairdryer, ever so precisely pulling and fussing as Kirk walked over, inspecting them. "You're good Bonnie, and Chloe, you look sensational," said Kirk, nodding as he looked her over and then studied Charlie. "What did I tell you Chloe. Meg Ryan and Christina Applegate would be jealous. You rock the short hair, and make a much hotter mom." "Thanks," said Chloe, touching her hair. "It will take some getting used to and I hate you for it, but trust me I won't let you down for giving me this opportunity." "I know you won't, gorgeous," said Kirk, patting her ass. "Now let's get little Shirley Temple here done. Get her dressed ladies. Monica, we're ready over here. We've got an episode to film." "Here you go Mrs. Kimball," said Monica, returning now behind Charlie. "How pretty is that!" said Chloe, reacting as she walked behind him. "You guys are good here!" "Ok, stand up honey," said Bonnie as she undid his cape as he stood and then slid off his robe. "Don't worry! You and mommy are going to look so adorable together." He felt embarrassed, trying to avoid eye contact and looking down, staring at his legs in tights and getting a good view of the shiny white patent shoes as he found himself about to be dressed in front of a group of strangers. "Chin up, arms out, and step in honey," said Chloe, as she bent down in front of him. He was silent as she lifted his leg and then the other, as he watched his new outfit slide up his body. It was beyond his comprehension as he could do nothing as Chloe slid his arms through the short sleeves, and he found himself standing there feeling button after button close on his back. "It's a perfect fit I think and it looks beautiful on her," said Monica, pleased with her selection. "Are you happy with that Mrs. Kimball?" "This is all quite overwhelming today," said Chloe, fanning herself with her palm and getting emotional. "I can't even believe we're about to do this. It's perfect, Monica." "Thank you Mrs. Kimball. If there's nothing else, then I'll need to get back to work," said Monica and then she turned to Kirk. "Did we need anything for her older daughter, because I might have a match in a larger size? I just watched the footage and she was so precious in the pigtails and sailor suit?" "No, we're all set," said Kirk as everyone shared a little laugh. "It'll just be her younger daughter moving forward. Good job ladies. Now let's get a few shots for the promo, and then we're out on location." Charlie couldn't be more nervous after Monica's innocent comment, as he wasn't exactly sure how he looked, but knew it wasn't good, looking down at his legs covered in his new shiny dress. Chloe dragged him from the room, following Kirk as he found himself back in the studio. "You're going to hug mommy and let her kiss you, and then we'll pose you two a few ways," said Kirk. "This will be quick and then we'll be on the road ladies." As they posed him with Chloe taking some stills, he enjoyed the hug as they snapped some shots until his joy was broken as he could now see his reflection in the lenses. He felt ready to puke, almost stunned, seeing how young and girly he looked in the soft pink silk A-line dress. It had short puffy sleeves, a simple tapered bodice and a huge matching bell skirt, all in matching silk. Around his waist, a thick slightly darker silk sash surrounded him before it was tied in a huge bow on his back, and his skirt puffed out from under a few layers of delicate white crinoline. He glanced at Chloe, realizing their dresses were the same color and shine, except obviously he was in the version meant for her little daughter. As the camera rolled in for a close up, he could hardly stop shaking as it was closing in on his face. He had a hard time believing what he was seeing, stunned that Chloe's and his head now both contained auburn curls. "Get closer guys," yelled Kirk to his camera crew. "You girls are gorgeous. The love and emotion in your eyes is fabulous, and you couldn't look more perfect together as mother and daughter." Seeing it clearer as they approached, Charlie could feel his eyes begin watering, shocked that all the trimming was to even out his hair into short layers, so it could be set into a series of short, tight, baby- like curls. In front was the only place it was straight, as he had super short toddler like bangs, looking more like it had never grown out yet, than been cut purposely this way. Behind them his hair on top was pulled back tightly before being twisted under and held in place by a ridiculously huge pink bow clip. The oversized silk bow tie type bow stretched from almost side to side and had two delicate strands of ribbon streaming from under it, giving it a delicate finished look. Behind it were nothing but almost kinky auburn tight curls well off his shoulders, as they seemed to span outwards more than downwards in length, giving the effect of a delicate permed curly short babyish style. "She's a marvelous actress," yelled Kirk, seeing a tear flow down Charlie's face as Chloe squeezed him. "This was fantastic. Cut. Ok, let's get outside and shoot a few takes." Quickly they approached Charlie, blotting the little tears from the corner of his eyes before he found himself being dragged outside. He barely looked up, being dragged down the block hand in hand with Chloe, followed in front and back by a camera crew. It wasn't more than a block before they turned the corner, and he found himself outside a small park and on line at the ice cream truck. It wasn't that bad sitting next to her on a bench licking his cone, but it was distracting seeing cameras filming them from a distance. As he finished his custard, they were surrounded by the crew standing him up and huddling around him, blocking anyone's view, unbuttoning his dress as Chloe raced over jumping inside a van at the curb. He could barely blink, amazed how fast she raced in heels and how sexy it looked before they blocked his vision as they ripped his dress right over his head and dropped another over him as this seemed crazy to do in public. As they stepped back, it was amazing seeing Chloe in what seemed like an instant, heading back towards him as his eyes were popping seeing her new appearance. Gone was the tight sexy dress, but he was loving every wiggle as she approached as he could barely even think about his own appearance, feeling a zipper slide up his back. Nothing had been left to the imagination in the super low cut, braless red crop top belly shirt, which she was practically busting out of, as it ended just above her naval, showing off her tight abs and dangling silver belly ring he remembered from the video. Below the waist, was a super short green mini, and on her feet were red peep toed five inch sling backs, as she looked more like trailer trash than his old babysitter. "I love the way they're matching us! Don't you Chelsea?" teased Chloe, taking his hand as he felt them changing the barrette on his head. He could barely take his eyes off her as the crew scattered, attempting to fade into the background. He was so enthralled with her hot looks until he looked down, ready to puke, seeing himself in the red, pink and green dress and realized they matched again. It was hot and sickening at the same time, seeing "Strawberry Shortcake" logo across his chest and staring at the tutu like green and pink skirt across his thighs. He looked around, seeing all the kids playing in the park and could see all the eyes staring at them. "Just smile and don't act up," whispered Chloe, as she quickly surprised him, lifting him and carrying him on her right hip. "They're so jealous of how cute you are honey." She walked, carrying him with his feet dangling as he could see all the mothers giving her dirty looks as she walked, smiling at the men through the playground area. She placed him down near the swings as his eyes widened, realizing what she was about to do as she walked behind him, placing her hands around his waist. "Those are for-" said Charlie staring to protest. "Of course it'll be fun with mommy pushing pumpkin," said Chloe, cutting him off as he could hear her grunt, lifting him off the ground. "Now just try to be a big girl for mommy ok?" It was very humiliating watching his feet slide through the two openings as she wedged him tightly into the enclosed swing. He knew he was small, but it was annoying as she began to swing him in the chair. She stepped out in front of him pushing as they looked eye to eye at each other each time the swing approached. She was loving all the dirty looks from mothers and seductive stares from men she was getting as she peeked around while she wiggled her body, pushing the swing. "Wasn't that fun, my big girl?" squealed Chloe, kissing him all over his face before she lifted him from the swing as it finally stopped. He was completely mortified as she took him by the hand now, walking from the park as he could see all the eyes leering at him and felt her lipstick all over his face. As he reached up his finger to wipe it, she stopped him smiling as she took her time, allowing every wandering eye to see them until they finally walked back to the studio. "Great work everyone," said Kirk as they entered to applause. "Chloe you are beyond sexy as a mom and Chelsea is amazing. Now quick change on the outfits into the casual stuff and let's get out of the studio again." Monica came in, handing Chloe a new top as she turned her back away from the crew and proceeded to pull off her tiny top. Charlie couldn't believe any of this could be real as he stood almost salivating, seeing her firm bouncing jugs as she quickly pulled the new top over her head. "There's your little treat from mommy for being such a good girl," whispered Chloe as they wiped his cheeks. "It's not like you haven't seen mommy like this before?" He had no idea what to say as Monica was unzipping his dress and he watched Chloe strip to her panties. As she kicked away her skirt, he was dying inside as she wiggled into some shorts as he quickly found himself about to be changed as they brought out his uniform. They powdered his face and he stepped out of his dress, having little choice as Monica stretched the hot pink soccer jersey over his head and they had him step into the matching shorts over his tights. His shorts were decorated with sporadic black round spots, and across his chest in black letters were the team name "Pink Lady Bugs," She sat him down now as they pulled off his shoes before sliding on his shin guards and then covering them with hot pink socks which were covered in black polka dots. His most conservative piece of apparel was his simple black cleats, which had pink stripes and laces as Monica lifted his foot, sliding on the first cleat. He watched as she tied his shoe until be saw Bonnie approaching with a plastic pink and black polka dot head band as she exchanged it for the barrette. "Game time, baby girl. Come on, get up," said Chloe, grinning as she reached out her hand. "Hope my little pumpkin's not nervous for the big game." Charlie loved staring at Chloe and again was not disappointed as her boobs were barely contained in her painted on black tank top. Across her chest it read "Soccer Mom" in bedazzled pink jeweled script letters from nipple to nipple as again she was busting out of this braless top with her headlights on display under the thin material. Below the waist wasn't much better, as the edges of her curvy ass cheeks poked out of her blue denim Daisey Dukes, and on her feet were platform strappy espadrilles adding a good six inches to her long legs. "Whoa mommy!" gasped Charlie, standing up and enjoying pressing himself against her getting a hug. "Oh what a little sweet thing I have here," said Chloe knowing exactly what he was doing as she nudged him back turning him towards the mirror. "Glad you like mommy's outfit, but of course I can't look as gorgeous as my precious little curly Q girl." She knew exactly how to deflate him, patting his head like a puppy and giving him a devilish grin as they touched up her makeup. "Here Mrs. Kimball. It's the biggest one I could find," said Monica, surprising them as she opened an umbrella stroller. "It's about a four block walk, so I figured it would help and she's such a petite thing I think she'll fit in there just fine." "So thoughtful. Thank you," said Chloe. "Get in, princess." It couldn't get too much more embarrassing as Charlie climbed in, sitting back as Chloe began pushing. It was better than walking at least, and he could hide under the hood a bit as she rolled him to the field. As they entered, he realized this was no staged shoot as he saw a series of young girls dressed in identical uniforms kicking the ball, warming up before the game. "Chloe, this isn't funny," said Charlie, jumping out of the stroller. "I think this is a real game!" "Easy pumpkin," replied Chloe. "I know you're probably excited, but I can't have you hurt before the game." "Chloe, please. I've done everything! Look at me," Charlie pleaded. "I see my friend's mother from school over there and that's his little sister. She's like six." "And you are too as far as everyone's concerned, my little missy," said Chloe, grabbing his bicep firmly. "Now of course that mom doesn't know me, and you've got nothing to worry about if you just behave. Now quiet, here comes your coach!" "Hi, I'm Chloe Kimball, Chelsea's mom," Chloe extended her hand to the big burly guy. "Nice to meet you. I'm Coach Armando," said the man, with a thick European accent. "Nice to see you, Chelsea." "Sorry, she's a bit shy," said Chloe as Charlie was turning red. "Go warm up with your coach honey, and here's your ball sweetie." Charlie was dying as Armando took him by the hand as he kicked the pink soccer ball, which was decorated with butterflies. He was infuriated as he took a few warm up kicks and then ran with the girls, as Chloe looked on. Chloe was introducing herself to the other parents, enjoying the wandering eyes of the husbands, and the disgust of some of the moms as she met them. "Why don't you take my chair?" said one dad, getting up. "I guess it's your first game, so you didn't know to bring one." "Her husband's probably bringing it," said his wife, rolling her eyes. "That's so sweet honey, but I love standing and cheering for little one," said Chloe, softly touching his hand. "Probably needs to stand, since I bet she's on her back most of the time," whispered a mom to some others as they shared a giggle. "Unfortunately, I'm not lucky enough to have one of those big strong men at home like you are," said Chloe, glancing at them as she purposely dropped her sunglasses. "Oooops." She bent over right in front of them, spreading her tight cheeks as they practically knocked each other over picking them up before she could even get them. "Oh shit," sighed Chloe to herself, ruining out there as Charlie kicked a ball way too hard, hitting a team mate in the face. "Little Chelsea, easy sweetie. It's practice," said the coach, nodding. "You're a strong little girl and fast. I'm impressed, but save it for the game." "I'm so sorry," said Chloe, grabbing his wrist. "Behave Chelsea. She's your team mate." "It's ok Mrs. Kimball," said Coach Armando. "I need a girl like her, but just take it out on the other team please honey." "Just give us a minute, coach," said Chloe, dragging him off and back to the stroller. "Sit." "I didn't mean to," said Charlie trying to explain. "She just-" "Chelsea!" Chloe interrupted. "Here, have a drink and let's have a little break honey." "No, I can't," whined Charlie. "I've been holding it for over an hour. I told you that earlier. Please I actually forgot I even had to go, with all this going on today." "Drink up, princess," said Chloe, holding it to his mouth. "Stop. Please," cried Charlie as she opened another now, pressing it to his lips. He was squirming around in the stroller as she took her other hand, touching his neck. Her cold fingers were driving him crazy as he had no control any longer, feeling the warm sensation saturate his pull up as Chloe wouldn't let him break from his drink. "I believe we have an understanding now, don't we missy," said Chloe. "Now get up and go play." "I can't play like this," said Charlie as she pulled him from the stroller. "I feel disgusting. Please, can we go somewhere and change me. It was an accident. I can't stay like this." "Sure you can, precious girl. These pull ups are wonderful, so let's be careful out there," said Chloe touching his cheek. "It'll just keep you focused on not making either of us look stupid now won't it? Now run a along like a good girl." Charlie felt extremely self-conscious now, hearing the little swishing sound as he walked. He was grossed out feeling the weight between his legs as he walked, and the disgusting wetness around his bottom as he even tried to run or play. He looked over, almost crying as he stood in the game barely moving as girls a few years younger pushed him around as he bided his time until the second half. "Look, she's still in pull ups?" whispered a mother to another. "I doubt she has much time for training," said another mom, staring at the men. "And I guess I'll be coming to every game from now on, because I'm pretty sure all the husbands will." "Come on honey, score me a touchdown," yelled Chloe, jumping up and down as he looked at her ready to cry. "Come on sweetie. You can do it princess. Kick it! Kick it!" Chloe no longer looked sexy to him right now, as he was mortified being cheered on as she jumped and screamed purposely doing her best to embarrass him and capture the loathing of the other moms. To shut her up, he tried running only to trip as he tried keeping his legs tightly together to prevent any leakage from the huge wet load in his pants. "Chelllssssseeeeea!" screamed Chloe overacting as she ran on the field during the game when he slipped, taking an embarrassing fall. Instantly she scooped him up, smothering him with kisses as she cradled him in her arms as the coach ran over. "Is she ok?" said Coach Armando. "No one touched her Mrs. Kimball. I think all she did was trip." "I don't care coach. These girls are animals," said Chloe, being overly dramatic. "I'm sorry but my little princess is just too delicate for this ruffian sport." "Are you sure?" said Coach Armando, upset as he stared at her hot body and gently touched Chloe's back. "I'll work with her. She's the tallest girl here! I think we'll be fine. We don't want to lose you already. I mean her too!" "I'm sorry coach," said Chloe, pulling her top up a touch. "I tried but she's more the ballerina type, and I hate how all this outdoor activity is frizzing her little curls. I think we'll go with my original idea and I'll put her in dance. Come on pumpkin." The mothers were practically applauding as the fathers and coach looked ready to kill themselves as she wiggled off, placing Charlie in the stroller. As she pushed him from the park, the crew revealed themselves, applauding as she smiled, thrilled with their reaction. "Chloe, that was spectacular. You as a white trash soccer mom, are just amazing!" said Kirk, thrilled. "Ok everyone it's getting late, so that's a rap for today. Let's just take one small crew to the house and we'll film dinner and bed time." It was almost worth sitting in the gross pull up to get out of there, as quickly he was in a car with Chloe heading to her house. As they got in, she ran upstairs running the tub and he was never so happy to be out of his uniform as he undressed himself in the bathroom and got into the tub. "Not that looks nice and relaxing," said Chloe checking on him and taking a shower cap from the vanity. "Just keep the soap out of those pretty curls, and don't wet your hair please." She tucked his curls inside a shower cap and left him to relax in the bubbles. He was in there almost an hour before she came back, dressed now in a long low cut black silk nightgown. "Ok, let's just have a little dinner and then bed time, sweetie," said Chloe, holding open a towel. "Please, I can dry myself," cried Charlie being to lazy to get out. "And after all this I'm not really hungry." "Ok, but you'll need to eat just a little and then you can sleep," said Chloe. "Your pajamas are on the hamper. Hurry down please, I made your favorite." As she left, he got out, drying off and rolled his eyes, taking his pj's from on top of the hamper. It was humiliating stepping into the little pink cotton panties and pulling the long Dora nightgown over his head. He strolled down, seeing some mac and cheese on a plate as he sat quietly devouring it as she ate across from him. When he finished, she gave him a few cookies, as barely a word was said. "So you feel better in the big girl panties, Chelsea," said Chloe, getting up and getting him some milk. "Mommy's just going to wrap your hair in a little turban to preserve the curls for tomorrow, and then I'll tuck you in." "Tomorrow?" whined Charlie, as she softly slid her nails through his curls lovingly. "You must be kidding? Please no more Chloe! When's my real mom coming home?" "We're not sure yet, but you'll be back to normal and in school on Monday," said Chloe, making a frown. "I know this has been a bit rough on you, but you've been such a cutie. It's been a pleasure." "Yeah, for you," Answered Charlie, finishing his milk as he headed upstairs. He slammed the door in the camera man's face, heading to bed and he was out in no time. "Wake up! This is so exciting!"! Chloe shook him and pulled off the turban. "Come downstairs. I can hardly wait." Charlie was half asleep as Chloe dragged him downstairs, the house was filled with crew as he came to the kitchen table. He sat down, dipping his spoon into some cereal as Kirk was on the phone as Chloe was just drooling as she was waiting for him to get off. "Ok, confirmed," Kirk nodded. "We got the official invite, and permission to film. We're in." Chloe was jumping with excitement as Charlie rolled his eyes, knowing this could never be good. "Honey, it was fate me giving you the big girl panties!" said Chloe. "This is going to be amazing!" "Oh great. What's it today, cheerleading?" sighed Charlie sarcastically. "Who thought I'd be looking forward to going back to school." "True, we've got one more day until back to school, so today we'll be filming as much as we can get, but I do like the cheer idea," said Kirk. "You see they're doing a special edition of Toddlers and Tiaras for girls 6 through 9, so this time you'll actually fit into the age group. Get some clothes on her ladies. We've got to get over there asap. We've got work to do." "Wait, what does that mean?" said Charlie, as he stopped eating as Monica pulled his nightgown over his head as another girl knelt, putting some socks and shoes on him. "It means you're really going to be our little princess today, honey," said Monica, quickly pulling his head through the top of an outfit. "Stand up please." "You're about to be in your first pageant, Chelsea," said Kirk, as Monica slid on a headband. "Now let's roll everyone." Chloe downed her coffee and took his hand as he really didn't comprehend this whole thing, as she dragged him from the house. He was almost accustomed to being dragged around as a little girl, barely fretting at the sight of his legs on display as he sat in back seat of the car next to Chloe. She always looked fantastic and smelled even better as he was wedged next to her in the small backseat between her and Kirk. She held up her little compact, lining her lips and touching up her mascara as it was hard not to be distracted by her. She looked as hot as ever, but certainly less slutty dressed in a one piece, form fitting red mini- dress, which didn't show all her boobs but had a long oval keyhole highlighting her cleavage. As she tilted the mirror, he could see his entire outfit as he sat there in a cute little red velvet dress, which had a layer of black crinoline puffing it out, and a tapered bodice with a cute bow centering the neckline. At the waistline were a series of rosettes which matched the ones offset to the left on his headband, and on his feet were little black patent flats beneath dainty red ruffled ankle socks. As they turned the corner waiting on the valet line, Chloe took her pick, lifting and teasing his curls a touch until the door opened. As they got out, she handed him a small red purse and dropped a black angora sweater over his shoulders, buttoning it only around his neck. She held his hand as they walked inside, seeing many mothers with their young daughters waiting in a long line as they breezed right past it and through security into a small room. "Welcome ladies," said an elderly woman, who kissed Kirk. "Hello Martha," replied Kirk as they hugged. "Thanks for inviting us." "Oh, it's my pleasure dear," said Martha. "You know it's all about ratings darling, and if we get any footage like you did yesterday, I think you'll help bring us some." "That's the plan of course," said Kirk, raising an eye brow. "Good, then we'll expect Mrs. Kimball to be on her best behavior of course. I mean diva best of course dear, if you understand me," Martha smiled as she read her clipboard. "Think ratings dear." "Loud and clear Martha," Chloe grinned. "I've seen the show, and I'm excited to be here. I'll sharpen my claws Martha." "Good, dear. Now my hair and makeup people will be in here in exactly four minutes," said Martha, looking at her watch and talking into a two way radio. "We'll need auburn wefts, strands, and clip ins. Send them with the hair crew please!" "Are those for me?" said Chloe, surprised. "We'll do something appropriate for you dear, but no," said Martha, turning towards Monica now. "Show me the dress please, and you can place it over the little mannequin stand so I can inspect it properly." "Of course Martha," said Monica, unzipping a wide garment bag. Charlie was starting to realize what they were talking about, almost shitting his pants seeing layer after layer of purple as Monica sat the dress over the plastic mannequin stand. "This should look wonderful on her," said Martha, approvingly as her hair and makeup people entered. "Let's get busy everyone." Charlie was stunned as they immediately wrapped his neck in a cape. While one girl was dampening his hair and somewhat ripping through his curls, another was patting a cream to his face. He knew he was about to get his introductions into life as big girl, as he was being forced to stare straight ahead at his gown. It was crazy getting pampered like this, seeing the large makeup table filled with tubes and containers representing seemingly the entire rainbow, and he looked down seeing a third girl lift off his shoe as she began working on his toes. "Ouch, damn," mumbled Charlie to himself as she finally took a break, ripping through his hair as he now saw lifted towards him a weft of auburn hair brushing through it right within eye sight. He cringed each time she combed and sectioned, but she worked quickly now as he began feeling some weight as they worked snapping in some clips at the back of his head. The makeup artist closed his eyes with her fingers, now painting at his lids as he opened and closed as they asked. He felt ready to puke seeing a fake lash held up as she added some glue to its seam and had no choice while she pushed his lid down, adhering it to his own. He was being pulled in both directions now as she squeezed in the lash curler as he stared up at it, leaning forward while he could feel tugging the other way at the back of his head, as the extensions were being brushed and inserted. It was annoying as she held his head ever so still, lining inside his lashes at the waterline while he could feel pin after pin now scratching at the crown of his head. He felt like a pi?ata, being hit in every direction as they blushed at his cheeks while he looked over, seeing the first hot roller steaming from a canister before he felt it wind into the back of his head. His makeup artist was powdering under his eyes now as he looked down, watching a girl rubbing off his nail polish and gluing on a small clear tip. He closed his eyes, trying not to imagine any of this anymore, but was unable to remove the thoughts from his brain, hearing the sound of hairspray behind his head or the pungent smell of nail polish irritating his nasal passage. He tried thinking about wrestling and paint ball, but it was almost impossible as the taste of grape slid across his lips and the heavy rollers warmed the back of his neck. "Mommy," chirped Charlie. "I have to go to the bath room please." "Honey, it's just butterflies," said Chloe, from the other side of the room behind him. "No, I need to go now," yelled Charlie. "Ok, ok, relax," said Chloe, coming over in her bathrobe. "I've got it ladies. Just grab my bag over there please Monica, and keep your fingers straight out Chelsea." "Should I come with you, Mrs. Kimball?" said Monica. "Please," said Chloe, frustrated. "You've got to be careful with wet nails, Chelsea." She pulled the cape from Charlie's neck and helped him to the restroom. She took him in the handicap stall, sliding off his dress every so carefully and handing it over the wall to Monica. He peed like a racehorse, causing some giggles until he took a breath, feeling better. "Monica, hand me my bag please," said Chloe, reaching her hand over the stall. "Sorry Chels, I really thought we could treat you like a big girl, but we can't take a chance." "Please, I'm fine now," cried Charlie. "Isn't all this bad enough." "Sorry, we can't have any mistakes in that dress," said Chloe, folding down the changing table and throwing him on it. He was sobbing a bit as she spread some ointment against his bottom and wasted no time yanking the pull up into place. "Better off, anyway," said Chloe, placing him back on the floor in only his pull up and flip flops. "We'll need to dress you soon anyway, and these pull ups don't show your little bump." He was beet red, being dragged in only his flip flops and pull up back to the makeup chair. The artists just smiled and re-wrapped the long cape over him, wasting no time getting back to work. They were focusing on top of his head now, as his makeup artist had a handful of small bobbi pins in one hand and a series of short extensions in the other, helping his hairdresser as she approached with a thick barreled curling iron now. He could feel each little snap and then feel her stretch the extension from his scalp straight up before she twisted in her curling iron, then dig in a pin or two. This seemed to last for fifteen minutes as they circled him a few times curling and pinning over and over before finally they covered his eyes, saturating him in hair spray. His hairdresser took her time now, removing the hot rollers in the back and adjusting a few of the sections with her iron. It was odd watching her curl a few long single fairly thin strands right in front of his eyes, but then he watched out of the corner of his eye as she snapped them in at each temple. "Oh Chelsea," Screeched Camile as she came in. "She looks amazing, Chloe." "Camille," yelled Chloe, running over and hugging her. "I'm so happy you could make it." "Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I've been texting and calling all morning," Camille smiled. "I need to just chat with you for a minute outside please. It's important." "Sorry, they have my phone as they don't want us disturbed during any filming. You guys ok for a few minutes with her?" asked Chloe, looking at everyone. "It's fine, Mrs. Kimball," said Monica, looking over at everyone and nodding. "Go ahead and we'll finish up." Chloe walked outside the room with Camille and her eyes almost popped out of her head, seeing Charlie's mother standing there with her arms folded. "Oh, Mrs. Graham." Chloe was stunned. "You're back, and so soon!" "Yes, I called you a few times this morning, but couldn't get you on the phone so I send a few texts. I thought it was very odd, especially with how good you are at texting, when you didn't return them," said Mrs. Graham, matter of factly. "When I couldn't get you, I got nervous and went to your house, finding Camille there." "Oh, well. I was doing a shoot and they don't let us have it during that," Chloe babbled. "But everything's fine with Charlie. I'll give you a call when we're done, ok?" "Is it?" Mrs. Graham grinned. "You mean he's just fine in there? I guess he's just sitting there playing on his ipad?" "Well, not exactly," said Chloe, shaking. "Relax Chloe," said Mrs. Graham, breaking her serious tone and then taking Charlie's ipad from her bag. "I saw the video and quite a few of Charlie's pictures. And Camille has told me everything. We've been talking all morning." "Everything?" asked Chloe, shooting Camille a look. "Yes, everything," said Mrs. Graham, patting the bench next to her. "Sit honey." "Mrs. Graham. I'm sorry. I just reacted in anger, and it spiraled," said Chloe. "It's an opportunity of a lifetime for me, and he was never in any danger. It's just a little acting, and some outfits." "Chloe, I know you better than that," said Mrs. Graham, rolling her eyes. "Camille, can you give us a minute in private please." "Sure," said Camille, "I'll go check on Charlie." "Chloe, understand what you're pretending to be was actually what I am," said Mrs. Graham. "I was a teen mom and raised him alone. It's not easy, and over the years I've come to terms with my life and realized who I really am. Who I am on the outside is not who I am on the inside." "Ladies, sorry," said Camille, coming back out. "Chloe, they need you. He's just about ready and they'll be starting." "Go ahead dear," said Mrs. Graham. "I'll be hiding in the back watching. This should be interesting." "You're not mad?" said Chloe, relieved. "You're letting him go on with it?" "I like your hair like that Chloe," said Mrs. Graham, hugging her and then looking her in the eye. "Meet me in back later, and we'll finish our conversation. Go ahead and do your job." "Thank you," said Chloe, as she felt a huge weight fall off her shoulders, walking back inside confidently. "Thank you so much!" Chloe walked back, composing herself as she could see Charlie leering over at her through a plastic mask they held in front of his face as they were saturating his head with glittered hairspray. She covered her mouth, almost weeping happily as they removed the mask, seeing them take the cape from Charlie's neck, standing him up as her jaw almost hit the floor. Monica rolled the ultra-sheer nude hose over Charlie's legs, pulling them up tightly as he looked over at Chloe. He looked ready to cry as he saw Monica slide a strappy little shoe over his left foot and buckle the strap around his ankle, as he held her shoulder balancing for the first time in a little heel. Chloe smiled at him, nodding to break the tension as he found himself balancing on the almost chunky 2 inch heel. Monica bent over now, stretching open the dress as they lifted his first leg into his gown as he was almost in a trance like state, not believing he was about to do this. When his second foot hit the ground inside the dress, he felt almost paralyzed, feeling its satin lining rising up his body as they moved his left arm inside the single shoulder strap. He looked over, seeing nothing but the women all giddy, seeing a small sparkling tiara being brought his way as he felt on pins and needles, feeling the zipper and a few clasps close him in. "How beautiful is that on you, Chelsea?" Stated Chloe, beaming as he could feel a few pins securing it to his head. "Great job ladies," said Kirk, coming in and looking at his watch. "Let's go princess. It's show time." "All you have to do is look beautiful and follow the other girls," said Chloe as they were brushing some last second blush on his cheeks and quickly accessorizing him in jewelry. "I promise if you just smile for me the whole time and just do your best acting happy and pretty, this will be it for today. I'll take you home and we can just focus on getting ready for school tomorrow." "You're serious?" said Charlie. "You promise right?" "Yup," said Chloe, hugging him and holding out her hand. "Ok, deal," said Charlie, knowing he had no choice anyway, stuck in this huge dress. He walked ever so slowly with her, hand in hand, then looking up and realizing he was about to be on line with two dozen other little girls. For the first time he was happy to be in a pull up himself, feeling ready to explode from his nerves looking down at the size of his dress. He could see Chloe now engaging with the other mothers and some of the bantering began. She was arguing and acting up for ten minutes, looking ready to fight or wrestle until finally she returned smiling. "You need to keep you chin up Chelsea," said Chloe, bending down looking him in the eye. "It's pinned but I don't want your tiara falling off, and just walk heel to toe and you'll be fine. For what's it worth, you look gorgeous and don't listen to any of the nasty bitches that will try to intimidate you!" "Ok?" Charlie was confused. "What a dreamy creation, Chloe," said Martha, giving her nod of approval as she added some notes on her clipboard, looking at him. "You make a lovely addition to our pageant dear." "Thank you," mumbled Charlie as Chloe nudged him. "Mothers, let's go please," said Martha clapping. "You'll need to go take your seats so we can begin." Charlie found himself behind a series of little girls in front and back of him now, as he could notice them all eyeing each other up. He wasn't attracted to them as he was to Chloe, with their overdone makeup and gigantic dresses, as most of their curves were generated by ruffles and layers, not push up bras or painted on mini-skirts. As he moved up awaiting his turn to hit the stage, he could barely believe what he looked like, seeing his reflection in the huge back stage mirrors, searching for Charlie but seeing nothing but a princess. On top the dress had a form-fitting bodice with a classic boat neck, decorated in scattered silver glitter, and below the waist was a huge floor length, three-tiered bell skirt in varying shades of lilac, lavender, and violet layers. It was sleeveless and had a single strap over his left shoulder, and around his waist a thick sash in the darkest purple, with an almost blinding sparkling round rhinestone offset faux buckle, before ending a titanic double bow behind his spine. He wasn't sure why he even had on little strappy purple heels, as you couldn't see them, or his violet toenails under the huge skirt, but realized it's what permitted the dress to flow and not completely drag across the floor. His hair was beyond what he even imagined they were doing to him, as his little bangs were gone as they were now slicked back and blended into the colossal half up, half down pageant hairdo. It was extremely elaborate, soaring upward a good five inches on top, with three layers of rolled and twisted stacked curls pinned to each other, creating a wedding like style. Fronting this updo was a tantalizing rhinestone princess tiara, and every few inches a single tiny violet rosette sat delicately pinned between select stacked curls, resembling a decorative look atop a multi-tiered cake. At the updo at the back of his head, six layers of long spiral curls now cascaded half way down his back, creating a mass of gorgeous ringlets, and at each temple streamed just a few thin soft loose tendrils delicately scraping each cheek. Behind those tendrils hung oversized rhinestone dangling tear drop clip on earrings, and a matching thick bracelet graced his right wrist. Two large rings graced fingers on each hand behind his lovely French manicure, and around his neck was a rhinestone v-shaped necklace, finishing off his over accessorized, over the top look. He stared at his face behind all the hair and glitter, unable to fathom it was him blinking the huge false lashes a few times. On his lids charcoals, violets, and creamy lavenders were blended, forming an exquisite meld behind his long glittered lashes and thick eyeliner. His cheeks looked soft and doll like, and his lips sparkled behind an ultra- bright purple gloss, as his gazed was snapped by Martha giving him a little nudge. "It's your turn dear," said Martha, positioning him and moving his arms. "Hold one wrist out like the dainty little thing that you are, and the other on your hip when you walk. Stop at the end of the runway and blow kisses in every direction, and then head back to the center of the stage next to the other girls. Now go break a leg dear." He couldn't believe he was doing this as she gave him a little shove out from behind the curtain. He could hear the screams for him but not see too much under the bright lights, as he had no choice marching down the cat walk as they announced him. "Let's hear it for the absolutely exquisite Chelsea Kimball, everyone," yelled the announcer. "This bold, beautiful pageant gown is all about glamour! This fabulous purple ombre dress by Sugar is perfect for your fashion forward little girl like our unequivocally gorgeous Chelsea. The bodice is covered in glitter and sequins, and features a waist- accentuating satin sash. The full skirt is composed of layers of flirty, organza ruffles cascading down to the floor in purple ombre satin tiers, and the one shoulder accent with sequins dripping down to the waist compliments the sash pulled tight by a side rhinestone broach fronting the elaborate rear bow. A separate, full-length hidden petticoat accompanies the dress to guarantee that our princess gets the perfect, ball gown silhouette. Everyone, let's hear it again for contestant number 11, Chelsea Kimball." Charlie found himself near the end of the catwalk now as people stood applauding. He did his best, blowing some kisses and put his hand back on his hip, w