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Made from Clay By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Chapter 1 "You the man!" said Cameron flexing his muscles as he looked at himself in the mirror in his bedroom. "Ggggrrrrrr." "Yeah, keep roaring there tough guy!" teased his sister as she opened the door interrupting his stare at himself. "Maybe if you keep staring and flexing a bicep will eventually pop up and show." "Laugh now Tracey, but you'll eat those words later when I'm in the nfl," said Cameron annoyed at his sister. "Dream on pipsqueak! You're barely taller than me! Just come on, mom's calling us for dinner," said Tracey as she closed the door shaking her head. Cameron took a few more minutes staring at himself posing in his dresser mirror in his yellow Clay Mathews number 52 Packers jersey. He loved staring at himself making gorilla like poses pretending that he sacked quarterbacks and made big hits. He was obsessed with Clay Mathews and football almost always being in some sort of number 52 Packers jersey when not in school. He kept his dirty blonde hair quite long and looking stringy as it draped over his shoulders just like Clay. His room was a shrine to the Packers with green and yellow walls, fatheads of Clay Mathews everywhere, and football memorabilia gracing his dresser. "He really does leave in fantasy land," said Tracy as she went downstairs sitting at the kitchen table. "Mom, he is clueless about anything except the Packers!" "He's an eighth grade boy Tracey!" said their mother. "What else would boys even think about?" "I have no idea but dad is 5'7" and not athletic," said Tracey rolling her eyes. "He's like maybe seventy pounds soaking wet and a stick figure but still thinks he's going to be a football player. Ahh Duuhh!" "Cut him some slack Tracey," said his mother sticking up for him. "He's a starter on his football team and his big game is this weekend so I know it's all that's on his mind. Now his grades are finally good after all my threating so if he wants to dream about being the next Clay Mathews then let me have that little fantasy for a while." "It's pop warner mom and everybody plays," said Tracey. "Just mind your little bees wax honey and worry about your own business," said their mother. "Are you sure about this decision tomorrow? You can't be in two places at once you know?" "I know. I'm still sick over it," said Tracey. "Why couldn't they make this stupid thing not during school? I can't miss tomorrow but I really so wanted to audition. All I'm supposed to do is show up and sign in until they call me. Why would they make this during school hours." "Well, remember it's your choice and they do it then because that's when people work honey. They're not worried about your classes. It's a business," said their mother explaining. "I told you I'd call you out for one day but it's your choice." "I know mom and I'm fine with losing my perfect attendance but my priority is being valedictorian," said Tracey. "I just can't miss this test and my big oral presentation. Even if I missed those how could I not do the charity work after school that I signed up for. As it is I'll be the only one representing my school there so I have to show. As badly as I want this it's just such bad timing." "I know honey and you're so dedicated," said her mother. "Your father and I want it for you too but either way we're very proud!" Finally Cameron joined them at the table and they sat having a simple family dinner. Their father was working late so the three of them shared some small talk and then their mother sent them up to finish their homework. "I thought you were studying?" said his mother coming into his room. "Plus I thought you had a ton of homework." "Oh, I'm done," said Cameron playing his video game. "Ok?" said his mother surprised. "Go take a shower then. You're like a sweaty pig and that hair is gross. It' so stingy and greasy. You promised me you'd take care of it if I let you grow it out like this." "This is how Clay keeps it mom," said Cameron. "I want it looking straggly and mean for the big game." "You can pour water over your head like you usually do then at the game," said his mother clicking off the game. "Now go take a shower and I'm at least trimming that disaster the second this game is over." Cameron took a shower and towel dried his hair before putting it in a pony and going to bed. All he could think about was football as he fell asleep watching ESPN. "Wake up honey," said his mother sitting next to him on the bed. "Five more minutes mom," said Cameron groggy attempting to lie back down. "No chance. Now sit up and I'm brushing this rat's nest whether you like it or not," said his mother sitting him up and pulling the scrunchie as she began creating small sections with her fingers and brushing. "You can sit half asleep while I do this." "Fine!" Whined Cameron sitting with his eyes closed as she sprayed dampening his hair just a touch and brushed. "Mom, that smells all flowery," said Cameron turning his head at her. "Don't use that anymore! It stinks!" "It's just to get out all the tangles you big baby," said his mother brushing it all straight back now. "Just behave and let me do what needs to be done!" She brushed for five more minutes over and over as he sat there zoned out. "You sure about this mom?" said Tracey coming in. "Yes, now text me after your test and presentation and then dad will pick you up. Relax, we've been through this half the night Tracey," said their mother. "If anyone asks he was sleeping when you left and I'll call him in sick when I'm done brushing in a minute. Now go get the clip please." "Wait, I'm staying out of school today?" said Cameron quickly awakening now. "Today for once you'll be helping your sister," said his father walking in sipping some coffee. "Stand up Cameron and turn around honey," said his mother as he was annoyed standing as she continued brushing. "Here mom," said Tracey returning as she handed something to her mom. "Go shoulder to shoulder Tracey," said her mother as she stood next to her brother with their back to their parents. "You were right again Donna," said her husband to her. "She really has shot up a lot." "He's got her maybe by an inch. Maybe an inch and a half," said his wife Donna holding her hand across his spine near the middle of his back. "And a good three inches here. How ridiculous is that! Go get his clothes from my ironing board Tracey." "Will do mom," said Tracey as Donna brushed his hair from behind towards the back of his head. "Easy mom!" cried Cameron as she brushed the top section from temple to temple holding it taught now. "There, turn for me sweetie," said his mother as he heard a distinct snap as she had a few clear scrunchies around her wrist. "That scruncie is too tight," said Cameron as he spun around reaching up his hand as he touched all the loose hair on his back and then his mother stopped him from reaching up further. "And you only got like half my hair." "Here mom?" said his sister stopping dead in her tracks as she reentered nodding as she looked at him. "Thanks honey," said Donna taking the clothes. "Now go get dressed for school and give your brother the privacy we'll need please." "Mom, what's going on here?" said Cameron seeing his mother drop all his sister's clothes on his bed and then reach up quickly feeling the back of his head again. "That'll look stupid I think but I do remember Clay pulling back just part of it sometimes." "Don't you dare pull on that Cameron and its temporary!" said his mother sternly. "You tell me what's going on and I'll tell you!" "Meaning what?" said Cameron. "Meaning you're busted son," said his father James holding out his report card. "Crap," said Cameron ready to piss his pants. "I'm so ashamed Cameron," said his mother ready to cry. "You lied and you forged your grades." "Your mother and I were up half the night not believing this son after you principal called us and then faxed over your real report card," said his father. "I was ready to kick your ass and throw you out of every sport but lucky for you your mother's calm approach prevailed. What do you have to say for yourself Cameron?" "I...I.." Sstuttered Cameron lost for words. "Please shut up and don't make this worse," said his mother wiping her eyes. "Your father and I know you did this so you wouldn't get grounded and miss the big game. Please don't make up some bullshit story because we all know that's exactly what happened. I know exactly what's important to my children." "Mom, please I'm sorry," cried Cameron. "It's my last game before I go to high school next year and I know I screwed up but I can't miss it. Please, you know this means everything to me. I'll do anything you ask. Anything!" "You see that's what I expected you'd say," said Donna. "Now we're getting somewhere." "We'll think about whether we'll allow that but reality is you don't get a say in anything," said his father. "I say it and you do it. Do we understand each other?" "Yes father," said Cameron looking down at the floor. "Good, then we have an understanding," said his father. "Because today you'll be starting down the path of redemption by helping your sister." "Oh, sure. Of course dad," stuttered Cameron. "No problem." "See James, underneath he's a good boy. I told you he'd say that," said Donna spinning him away from her. "Let me do my thing here and you tell me if you think I'm right." He heard a quick snap as she tugged slightly at the hair near the back of his head and he felt a slight weight he was not used to in what held back his hair. "This is a joke right?" sighed Cameron in shock as he reached up feeling the back of his head now. "Not even for a moment Cameron. We'll see how good a boy you are today then," said James grinning as she spun him back around unbuttoning his pajama shirt. "He'll be fine," said his mother pulling it off. "He'll just be a pretty one." "Mom, please that's a bow isn't it?" said Cameron whimpering now. "What's this about?" "Here quickly put these on," said his mother ripping open a new package and handing him some little white cotton panties. "I'll turn around for a minute." "What kind of punishment is this?" cried Cameron staring at them as he held them straight out. "Right now Cameron," said his father ready to kill him watching intently. "You've got what I've got now don't waste your mother's time and get your ass in them nown." Cameron gulped turning even away from his father shyly as he took off his pants. He couldn't believe he was doing this as he held them out staring at the tiny white bow at the front of the waist band and stepped in pulling up the new panties. The second his mother heard the waistband snap she turned around surveying all the choices of outfits his sister had placed on the bed. "Sit," ordered his mother as she now rolled up some long socks and slid them up both legs. She took his sisters little white training bra now and lifted his left arm followed by the right before reaching behind him buckling it in the back as he was beginning to panic. "Stand up Cameron," said his mother holding some tops against his chest. "I don't understand this mom," cried Cameron starting to sob as she was slipping his arm into one of them. "Why is this my punishment?" "Please don't distract her," said his father as she lifted his hair onto the back of it and finished buttoning it up his back. "Step in," said his mother zipping a skirt and taping his left leg. Tears were rolling down his face as he looked down seeing it roll up his legs before his mother reached behind him zipping it up and fastening the button. "We're way beyond any tears Cameron," said his mother kneeling and sliding some shoes on his feet. "You'll find no sympathy here this morning honey!" "Mom, I'm a football player," cried Cameron as she was pinching at his ears before she wiped his face with a tissue. "And football players don't cry right?" said his mother as he watched her open a small makeup case after taking it from the bed. "Now look up until I tell you." He looked down as she was sliding a mascara wand in and out of its container a few times and then she lifted his chin as he had no choice looking up as it was nauseating as she brushed at his lashes. "Who knew you had such long lashes," said his mother dipping a little wand into a pink pallet. "You didn't inherit them from me. I'm jealous." He was dying inside as she brushed quickly at his cheek with a big brush now and it was mercifully finally over when took a little brush to his lips. "What do you think Walter?" said Donna stepping back and calling out to his sister. "Tracey come in for a minute." "I think you were right again honey," said his father shaking his head as he looked him up and down. "Remind me to never doubt you again even if I didn't believe it." "Well, hopefully that will be the case later," said Donna as Tracey stopped dead in her tracks as she came in. "Huuuugghhhh!" sighed Tracey speechless for a second with her palm covering her mouth as she was in her uniform ready for school now. "Not too shabby right Trac!" said Donna pleased with her work. "Your amazing mom," said Tracey excited. "This just might work!" "Go stand next to him," said their mother. "Let me see you two together." Cameron was shaking as his sister stood next to him smiling as she was grinning. "Both of you turn around and let me see the back please," said their mother twisting her finger in a round motion. "Right again Donna," said their father. "Barely noticeable. Not even two inches." "Yeah, it's pretty close! Except this just bothers me so much!" said Donna pulling the clip from Cameron's hair and brushing. "I know I said we'd wait but this won't fly. Stop fidgeting Cameron because no way any mother would leave it a wreck." She brushed it all straight back before holding it across his back and Cameron tensed up hearing the sheering sound. "Mom no!" Yelped Cameron as it only lasted only moments before he felt his mother again brushing his hair away from his face. "My hair. Please." "Just the trim I mentioned honey," said his mother as he felt it getting tight again and heard the now familiar snap as it seemed pinned back securely. "All my brushing and the ends were still straggly and dead. Now let me get myself together and we'll get moving." "Moving! Me! Us!" screamed Cameron spinning around and seeing his mother's hand filled with some clippings. "Like this. You said I was being called out sick today!" "Oh, you are honey!" said his mother. "Right now as you know you are grounded indefinitely so zip that lip because you'll only be doing whatever or going wherever we say. Today you are going help your sister by showing up at her audition while she takes her test and does her presentation. All you have to do is sign in, sit there, and act cute until she gets there. Your father will get her there as soon as we can but until then you're our daughter today and I must say you're making an absolutely adorable one. Go see for yourself while I change." Cameron felt ready to throw up as he walked out of his bedroom and into the bathroom. He was sick looking at his reflection seeing himself dressed in his sisters clothes as he turned right and left staring at himself. He was in a lovely pale pink collarless satin blouse shirt which was taped at his waist and had long cuffed sleeves. His skirt was dark pink knit blend which had a faint grey and white flannel like pattern. His knees were on display as it hemmed showing a few inches of thigh and he smoothed the front noticing how the cut of the skirt showed no little bump. On his legs were simple white knee socks and on his feet basic white flats. His long dirty blonde hair was pulled straight back off his face as it was being held taught by a large pink satin bow which perfectly matched his skirt and the rest of his long blonde locks rested in a simple neat straight style on his back. His only relief was that she didn't cut much as his mother had trimmed off all the dead ends giving it a straight cut across the middle of his back to look just like his sisters and at each ear hung a little pearl tear drop clip on earring. He of course knew she had put some makeup on his face and although he could see the slight glimmer on his lips and the thick lashes below some pink lids his face looked very natural. "Mom, can't he do it himself," yelled Tracey as she walked in startling him. "Tracey, please come on just do it," screamed his mother from her bedroom. "There's not much there and obviously he'd be a disaster. Now come on as I should have earlier but I wasn't sure then if he could pull this off and I have to finish getting ready or we'll be late." "Fine," said Tracey leaning over next to him. "Just stand still please." He wasn't sure what she was doing as she lifted his skirt from behind reaching around until he heard a buzzing noise and felt it slide up his knee and thigh. He wasn't very hairy but with a few quick strokes he was ready to freak looking down seeing one bare knee. "It grows right back," said his mother coming in as Tracey buzzed the other leg now. "You don't have much and I doubt anyone would even notice but I'd rather not take any chances with you having hairy knees after you turned out so cute." "I can't do this mom," cried Cameron shivering. "I'm about to freak." "No you're not," said Tracey slapping a purse into his stomach. "Now take my juicy bag. It matches and please don't mess this up for me. Trust me I thought mom was crazy at first but look at us. We really do look a lot alike." "This is nuts Tracey," said Cameron staring at himself with his sister's arm around him smiling. "Come on have fun with it. I always did want a sister and it's partially your fault for never cutting your hair. Plus you have to admit it's a little ironic that you fit perfectly in my clothes," said Tracey making goofy faces to loosen him up as she held up her cell phone snapping a shot. "Now stop whining or I'll post this on Instagram." "You certainly will not and be a little sensitive that he's doing this for you," said Donna playfully patting Tracey. "I know it's got to be stressful for him. I mean her." "I'm stressed too he could mess it up mom," said Tracey. "Exactly, let's just call it off and try a different punishment," said Cameron ready to pull out the bow. "I'd make a horrible sister anyway. Now delete that immediately!" "Easy there my pretty little girl. There's no turning back as I've already confirmed everything while she was buzzing off that little leg fuzz. They're expecting us now," said his mother stopping him from pulling the bow. "You're nobody's sister this morning even if you two could almost pass for twins. Now relax, this won't be that tough. All you've got to do is sit there like a cute little sixth grade girl. Good luck on your tests sweetie." Cameron's chest was pounding as his mother grabbed his arm dragging him down the stairs. He couldn't stop shaking seeing neighbors scurrying to school and work never giving him a second thought as they walked down the driveway before he sat quietly in the backseat as his mother drove. She lectured him over and over during the thirty minute drive drilling how little girls should act until finally they pulled up at the large building. "Good morning," said his mother to the receptionist as they walked in. "I'm Donna Martin and this is my daughter Tracey." "I love your skirt honey," said the woman handing his mother a chart. "Don't look so nervous sweetie. You're so cute and I'm sure you'll do just fine. Now you can go inside and take a seat and just bring this back to me when it's ready." They entered the next room which was a large auditorium setting which was filled his at least one hundred mothers and daughters. They sat as his mother filled out page after page while Cameron sat there turning on his ipad playing video games. Nothing happened for a good ninety minutes as his mother read magazine after magazine and texted back and forth with her friends. "Middle school grades on stage for our line up please," said an announcement as finally things were beginning. "That's you," said his mother giving him a hug. "It's nothing. You just stand there and they get a look at everyone together." Cameron's knees were knocking as he stood up and followed the crowed of girls. He followed direction onto the stage as everyone was lined up single file across it. He watched seeing the panel of judges evaluating everyone and watched what they were doing when called. "Tracey Martin, step forward please," said a judge. He walked towards the front of the stage away from the line and gave a little curtsey to the judges like the other girls. He stood there as they seemed to be writing note after note and then slowly walked across the stage and then back to his place in line like everyone else. It was nerve racking yet quick and painless as he walked back to his spot in line when told and then stood there a good half hour while they evaluated everyone. He was back sitting with his mother playing video games again until they made first round cuts. Donna sat on the edge of her seat listening to the names being called aloud and his mother gave him a few cheerful taps on his thigh as he had made the first cut trying not to get overly excited. They sat watching the crowd of annoyed and disappointed people leave as at least half his age group emptied out. "Mrs. Martin congratulations on getting through the first round and they'd like to see her in this," said a woman interrupting handing her a hanger with an outfit under a grey plastic. "I've taken the sizes from her chart so hopefully this will fit." "Oh, I didn't realize we'd be doing things like that today," said Donna surprised as she peeked inside the plastic. "That's a positive mame," said the woman. "It means they see things they like so far and we're looking at many different options with our young ladies today. We've got big changing rooms over there." Cameron wasn't sure what was under the plastic as his mother looked nervous and he followed her into the room locking the door. The second the door closed she texted back and forth with her husband staring at her watch. "Sit down sweetie. You aced the first part just as I hoped but I wasn't expecting this," said his mother as she slipped off his socks and then shoes. "I'm going to get you ready and you'll do the stage part like before. If they ask you to do more than that you'll have to stall until your sister gets here." "What do you mean more?" said Cameron nervously questioning. "Like the tap part," said his mother digging through her big bag. "Oh thank goodness we put everything in here." Cameron was stunned seeing his mother pull out her electric razor and gulped hearing the buzzing sound as she switched it on. He couldn't believe this could be actually getting worse as his mother began buzzing off every little hair from his ankles to his knees. This definitely was much more noticeable than above his knees as even though his hair was blonde and thin it was certainly terrifying as he looked at his hairless leg as compared to the other until she got to that one. "Ok, sorry but it would have all shown," said his mother undoing his skirt as she helped him out of it. "These tights they picked are so thin. Unfortunately they show everything sweetie but we're good now." She opened a package now as he realized why seeing the sheerest of white tights as she rolled them with her fingers. She worked quickly now tugging them up his legs and then pulling them tightly past his naval. She knelt now opening a shoe box and snugging his feet into some firm shoes as he sat while she fastened them. When she stood up he was feeling queasy as she opened the plastic seeing her take a white sequin covered outfit which had thick attached tutu. "Step in carefully and then I'll fix your hair," said his mother as she stretched it open. It was revolting as he held her shoulder stepping in. He could sense the pressure feeling the family jewels push up inside him as the lower portion of the body suit stretched tightly between his legs as she slipped his arms through the shoulder straps. He looked down unable to see his legs and feet below the thick wide skirt as she pulled the bow from his hair and began pulling all of it upward with her fingers. Quickly she wound it on top of his head as his hair brushing it a few times before winding in a tight band creating a top pony. He watched her open the next package taking out what looked like a small sock or pillow and placed a number of pins between her teeth. She was twisting and pinning for a few minutes until she was interrupted hearing a knock at the door. "On stage in five please," said the voice as Donna hurried now. Form her bag came the silver can of aqua net as she covered his eyes and lacquered him. When she put it down she dug through her makeup case before taking a wipe to his lips and unscrewing a bright red lipstick. He had little choice as she rubbed it on and then took some dark pink blush to his cheeks. "Ok ,time's up," said his mother looking at her watch as she opened the door. "Just be graceful and don't hate me for saying this but you look so beautiful." "Mom, please," cried Cameron annoyed as she looked at him so lovingly. "I'm sorry sweetie," said Donna taking his hand and looking ready to cry. "It'll be fine. Come on." Cameron's knees were knocking as he took two steps hearing the taps snap against the floor. His mother gathered herself feeling so emotional at how pretty he looked as she hugged him before he again began walking. He didn't need a mirror to see what he looked like seeing all the girls headed for the stage in identical milky white sequin covered bodysuits with delicate crinoline ivory tutus. On their legs were the same sheer ivory tights and across everyone's feet were the shiny white paten taps shoes. Every girl had the same large thick bun on their heads and the only thing that seemed different was the variety of pinks and reds but each girl had bright lips which certainly stood out just like his. Again he found himself on stage as no one seemed to give him a second thought as each girl was again called out to be viewed and judged. He could see his mother in the audience smiling as he walked up when called spinning and turning as they evaluated him. Just like before it was a slow process as he mostly stood and waited yet followed everyone's lead. She met him the moment he walked off stage as they sat patiently waiting for the next judging. They looked at each other nervously as the first group was called back out there as it was time for all of them to be evaluated on their tap skills. She grabbed her phone frantically calling her husband over and over to no avail until she was interrupted by the conversation she was dreading. "Please be ready group two people," said the stage manager as Cameron was ready to freak out as his mother was texting away. "She has to use the ladies room," said his mother to the manager. "Can you move us back a group or two." "Yes, but be back here in ten minutes," said the woman. "No more or I'll need to eliminate her. You're in group four now princess." "Thank you so much," said his mother dragging him quickly by the arm and texting. They weaved the hallways until he was never happier in his life to see his sister racing towards them as his mother twitched her neck twice quietly signaling her to follow them into the ladies room. "Spin and strip! Both of you," said Donna as they were all crammed in the handicap stall. "We literally have minutes." Donna helped Cameron off with his costume as quickly Tracey was in it. She pulled out his bun and handed the insert to Tracey as she opened the stall heading for the vanity. "Get dressed while I help her," ordered his mother handing him Tracey's uniform. "In this?" Whined Cameron as she took a wipe to his face removing lipstick and heavy blush. "Unless you expect me to pull another outfit out of my ass," said Donna tossing it at him as she left the stall. "Move it as you can't put on what I brought you here in. Tracey will need to change into that later genius. Now socks and shoes on first. I don't want you barefoot in public place like this. I'll be right back after I help Tracey fix her bun." It almost didn't matter at this point as it was better than being in a tutu as he pulled the knee socks over his feet and bend down tying his shoes. He was listening to his mother babble a mile a minute updating Tracey on the entire day's happening as he buttoned his blouse. "Could you be any slower?" said Donna as she opened the door quickly grapping the romper as she pulled it over his head. "But mom I," started Cameron as she stopped him spinning him quickly. "You move like a turtle," said Donna zipping him up and brushing his hair from behind before pulling off his clip on earrings. As she spun him back around she slid a headband past his ears and then took her fingers instantly clicking the little cross tie. "Let's go girls!" said Donna taking both of them by the hands and out of the ladies room. They raced back down the hall and quickly backstage making it easily as Tracey stood with group four. They watched from backstage as they father sat with them now as her tap was on mark getting a big hug from her mother when she got back off stage. "I didn't know you had another daughter here," said woman coming by with a clipboard lifting Cameron's chin looking at him. "Are they twins?" "No they're a year and a half apart," said Donna with a chuckle. "I know they have the same hair and eye color but you really think they look that much alike?" "Now that I'm really looking at them no," said the woman as Cameron felt slightly relieved. "But obviously there sisters and there both adorable. Did I hear you say her name is Cameron?" "Uhh yes this is my other daughter," said Donna giving a little smile. "Cameron." "That's a such a pretty name," said the woman. "Why isn't Cameron trying out as well today?" "Oh she had a big test in school so she couldn't miss," said Donna making an excuse. "Plus my Tracey is the dancer in the family. Cameron is more the acting type." "How wonderful," said the woman. "I'll make a note of that and you can bring her when we audition for drama." "Thank you," said Donna nodding. "She's a wonderful little actress and I'm sure she'd love that! She's always pretending about something. Right honey?" Cameron gave a tiny nod and sat quietly looking away as they went back out sitting and waiting for decisions now as again cuts were announced. Tracey was jumping for joy having made the next round as Donna hugged her husband who shook his head knowing what this meant. "At this point! What the hell?" said James. "Come on Cameron. Text me later and let me know what's happening." Cameron was feeling relieved as he exited with his father barely saying a word as he sat in the back while they drove. "Ok, champ," said his father. "Last task for today. Remember you're representing the entire sixth grade so don't mess this up." "You must be shitting me dad!" screamed Cameron looking out the window. "I thought I was done for the day with all this crap for Tracey." "You thought wrong! Remember you're Tracey," said his father getting out and opening the door. "Dad, please don't call me that," said Cameron refusing to get out. "No way dad. No way. I'm in a school uniform." "No one knows you here and so is everyone else," said his father pulling him out. "Now it's for charity so all you have to do is some chores and I'll be back for you later." "We don't bite here dear," said an old woman seeing his apprehension. "Don't be nervous as we're all here for a good cause." "Thank you mame. She's a bit shy," said James jumping into his car. "I'll be back for you later.... Tracey." "Oh are you Tracey Martin?" said the woman. "I'm Mrs. Claiborne and I loved your essay dear. That's a big reason why we chose you to help. Any girl your age with such passion for charity is a girl that will go places in life." "Thank you," said Cameron having no idea what to say following her in as he watched his father drive off. He looked around at all the other kids in all the different private school uniforms as she led him over to be checked in. He stood there trying to avoid eye contact finding it crazy to believe his parents had left him alone dressed as he was. He stared down at his legs and midsection finding it nauseating seeing himself beneath pleated grey, navy and dark green plaid romper and navy knee high socks. He wiggled his toes in the ugly girl's earth shoes and then looked over in the building's tinted window seeing his full image in his sister's school uniform. He thought it might be more uncomfortable but it wasn't like wearing a clip on tie as her peter pan collar wasn't as tight and the little plaid cross tie seemed to just sit there ornamentally. Even though the romper shoulder straps sat thickly across his shoulders they weren't too bad either as in general it wasn't too tight as it draped down his body before ending in an almost knee length skirt. It was more the entire image of him in this uniform that was sickening as he lifted off the matching plaid headband and felt his hair a bit tacky from all the hair spray. "You've got lovely hair Tracey. I remember having such pretty hair like you when I was about your age," said the Mrs. Claiborne slapping a name tag across his chest and handing him some gloves and a long apron. "Unfortunately with the work you'll be doing we can't allow it to just flow freely. You'll need to tie it appropriately for serving dear. Buns or braids will be fine but also covered under a hairnet." "I don't have a scruncie to make a pony Mrs. Claiborne," said Cameron as he tried running his fingers through it feeling the little pinch separating some plastered strands and then slid the headband back on realizing he had nothing to hold his hair in a pony anyway. "But you won't need to primp and fuss right now dear as you need to be in appropriate attire to serve. You're on mashed potatoes dear and I'll need all that pretty hair secured perfectly and then tucked under," said Mrs. Claiborne handing him a hair net. "Ladies, does anyone have and clips or bands to lend Tracey so she can braid her hair." "Here, I do Mrs. Claiborne," said one of the girls handing Cameron a few scrunchies. "But I've never..," said Tracey taking them and looking confused. "I'm not sure how to...." "I'm spoiled like that too," said the girl taking his hand. "We're going to the ladies room and we'll be right back Mrs. Claiborne." "Hurry please ladies," said Mrs. Claiborne. "I'm Sandy by the way," said the girl as Cameron found himself in the ladies room with a young girl. "Guess you don't have any younger sisters." "Hi, I'm Tracey," said Cameron. "No, I don't." "No biggie! I've got two younger ones," said Sandy pulling off his headband as he rested leaning back against the vanity looking at her. "I still suck at this for myself but I'm so good doing on them on my little sisters. You're what in like fifth grade maybe." "Oh, thanks," said Cameron half confused as she opened her purse taking out a brush and turned on the faucet. "No, I'm in eig.. I mean sixth." She wet her palms and splashed some warm water on his hair dampening it in back. She began brushing and dampening over and over all around his head as he noticed all the scruncie's around her wrist. He clenched his teeth as it hurt a bit as she brushed out the hairspray having little choice as she worked. "Cool, turn around so I can get it straight," said Sandy separating some sections as she worked so quickly. "Sorry about the tangles. I hate when my mom brushes out all the hairspray too!" As he turned he realized she had parted his hair right down the middle and was brushing it from side to side in the back making small adjustments so that the part was precision straight. She did move even more rapidly now as he had little choice watching her stretch his hair near his left ear and remove a band from her wrist with her teeth. She gathered the entire section quickly and within a flash he watched her twist in the band a few times before pulling the section tightly as he stared at himself in his first pigtail. "Pigtails are cute on you Tracey," said Cameron as she finished the other side. "I'm guessing you don't wear them much." "Oh, uumm. Not really," said Cameron stunned at his image as he shook his head for a moment watching them fly around. Again she dampened the loose hanging left tail before he watched her divide it with her fingers and balance it into three equal parts. He was mesmerized having no idea how this was done seeing her amazingly distribute the parts between her fingers and then quickly begin to weave. It took only seconds before she secured the bottom with another scrunchie as he looked at the dramatic difference hanging on that side. It swayed back and forth secured well above his ear when she jumped over to the other side repeating the process and before he knew it she was snapping in the other band. "We better get back out there," said Sandy putting away her brush and squirting some gel into her palm. "Sure. Thanks," said Cameron staring at his image of himself in French braided pigtails as she gelled down his tightly held hair all around his forehead and then each braid. Sandy grabbed his hand as they quickly headed back out in identical hairdos and were quickly back with the group. He saw Mrs. Claiborne giving him the nod of approval as he looked over seeing both boys and girls slipping the nets over their heads covering their hair. He did the same wasting little time as he put his fingers in the gloves and headed to the buffet area beginning to see the line. He was humbled forgetting about his situation as he serve person after person who needed the free meal. It wasn't hard work but he did feel better doing it and then finally when it ended he found himself in the back washing dishes. After twenty minutes he was getting tired when he finally took off his gloves, apron, and hair net before felt a bear hug from behind startling him. "You did great Tracey," said a boy as he let him go laughing that he startled him. "Oh you did too," said Cameron reading his name tag. "Ahh Charlie." "Sorry, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack," said Charlie chuckling. "Trust me my heart's pretty strong after the day I've had," said Cameron matter of factly. "I barely recognized you in the pigtails. You look so different," said Charlie. "Different?" said Cameron feeling nervous like he was outed. "I didn't mean bad. Sorry, come on I've got to show you something," said Charlie tugging his hand as he pulled him quickly out the back door. "I uuuhhh guess so," said Cameron having little choice. "Surprised to see me here?" said Charlie looking over his shoulder. "Umm, should I be?" said Cameron confused. "Ok, ok!" said Charlie. "You were right and I was wrong. This was a great experience. There I said it! You happy now!" "I guess," said Cameron turning to go back in. "Ok, let me get back to my chores." "Wait, did you tell your parents yet?" said Charlie putting his arm out. "I can't wait anymore. I've been thinking about this all day. I just can't." "Wait for wha--," Started Cameron as he was stunned finding Charlie's lips on his as he was being dipped back by the much larger guy. He had never kissed anyone and was instantly frozen feeling Charlie's arms wrap around him and his tongue briefly enter his mouth. "What is all this about!" said the Mrs. Claiborne interrupting as she grabbed him by a braid. "Tracey, I'm appalled young lady. Kissing an eight grader. Does your mother know about this? And you Charlie. Get inside young man. This is no place for your little romance." "Please, please," cried Cameron as she finally released his left pigtail. "I just. I mean it just. I didn't." "It was my fault Mrs. Claiborne," said Charlie interrupting. "She didn't expect it. Don't get her in trouble." "Get back to work," said Mrs. Claiborne. "I hope this is not what you two came here for." Of course not mame," said Charlie giving Cameron a wink. "Of course not!"