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Liar! Liar! Pants on Fire By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 1 "I'm going to kill you Taylor," Craig yelled at his brother after he hung up the phone. "Why the hell would you tell your teacher this? Now I have to go to a fucking therapy group." "I'm sorry." Taylor shrugged his shoulders. "I needed an excuse for why I was failing, or they would have kicked me off the lacrosse team. Since I blamed it on you not being able to watch me based on your issue, they let it slide and adjusted my grade, as long as you address your addiction right away." "This is fucking nuts!" Craig screamed. "People will think I really have an addiction, and what the hell did you tell them I have?" "That's the thing. The school can't disclose anything to anyone, and they can't ask you if it's like drugs or alcohol or whatever?" Taylor grinned. "It's no big deal. One session I think, they sign a form, and you're out of there. Mike did it to his father and it worked." "Yeah and you skate off free and clear when you should be studying, and I look like white trash," said Craig annoyed. "You're like a lying machine and now I'm an addict. How long do you think all this can last?" "As long as I need it to get out of this grade," said Taylor, patting his brother. "Relax, Memorial day weekend starts tomorrow and then it's almost summer. Just do this tonight. I'll drop the form off at school tomorrow and it's over. They're letting us out after half a day tomorrow before the weekend, so I doubt that'll have time to ask a question about it. My teacher's heading to the beach right after school, so she'll stamp it, file it away and it'll be over. Guaranteed she'll be more worried about her tan than your addiction." "We'll talk more about it later after I do this crap for you. Get your gear and I'll drop you at practice, but you'll need to walk over and meet me after practice at this stupid therapy session," Craig shook his head. "It's only two blocks away and don't be late, because I plan on getting out of there as soon as possible." "No problem, big bro," said Taylor laughing as he turned away. "Thanks." "No, it is a problem, but you're lucky I'm doing this for you. You little shit," said Craig, messing his brother's wild hair. "Last time though. I can't keep living these lies for you, and get a freaking haircut already. You're looking like you're in a band." "You mean super cool, bro," said Taylor. "Only the idiot football players have buzzed heads. Lacrosse kids are rad!" Craig drove his brother to practice, dropping him off and then reluctantly headed to the therapy session. "Hi, Craig Landis," said Craig. "I'm here for the 7pm group session." "Yes, sign this form and then go right in Mr. Landis and take a seat," said the receptionist, checking him off. He felt so embarrassed as he signed off on all the documents and walked in, nervously sitting with a large group in a half circle as the therapist came in and sat facing them. "Good evening every one and welcome to our group," said the therapist. "I'm Dr. Elliot." "Good evening, doctor," said most of the patients. "So we'll go around the room and I'd like everyone to state just their first name and what they're here for," said Dr. Elliot. "Everything in this session is voluntary, so feel no pressure and don't be ashamed. We're all here to support each other. Let's start all the way on the left." Craig sat there trying to figure out now what he was going to say until his turn came, as alcoholics, drug addicts, and smokers each began telling their short stories about themselves. "Hi, I'm Cr--," started Craig, before a woman stormed in, sitting next to him. Everyone stopped and stared as the mid-twenties gorgeous blonde sat next to him trying to get herself situated. She was in tight jeans, spikey ankle boots and a satin red tunic showing off her amazing busty figure. She lifted off her large sun glasses, revealing her perfectly made up complexion with thick lashes and natural glossed lips. Her wrists were filled with gold bracelets, and large hoop earrings peeked out from her pin straight side parted hair, jingling as she got comfortable. "I'm so sorry I'm late," said the girl, dropping her purse and sitting. "My daughter's sitter didn't show and i had to leave her with a friend that I finally got a hold of. Oh was a disaster. I'm so sorry. I'm Carissa." "It's ok Carissa," said Dr. Elliot. "We're all here to support each other. So I'll just recap. Just tell everyone why you're here and we'll all get to know you better." "Ok, cool," said Carissa, flipping her wrist. "Ok, well hi again I'm Carissa. I'm a mother of an eight year old girl that I had when I was only sixteen. It's taken me years to come to therapy, as it's been tough being a single mom but i'm finally ready to make changes in my life. It's been a long time and I'm so embarrassed... but I'm a sex addict. I've battled it for years, but I've abstained for a few years now and I'm afraid to start again. I'm here to get help to have a healthy sex life again, now that my daughter's a little older. Hopefully you can help me so I can enjoy sex again, and not just crave it 24/7." "That's wonderful you're getting that out Carissa. I can see how difficult that must have been on you," said Dr, Elliot taking notes. "Of course we'll help you with that. Next." "Oh me," said Craig. "I'm Craig and I'm kind of new to this. I don't have a lot to say and I'm kind of shy. I've raised Taylor by myself since our parents passed away five years ago. Basically I'm a guardian, and quickly went from big brother to single parent. As for my addiction. Umm. Umm. I ahhh...I've got what she has." "It's nothing to be ashamed about Craig," said Dr. Elliot softly. "We're all here to help you, and that's a lot of pressure raising a child at your age. We commend you. Next please." Craig felt so weird sitting there now as everyone was spilling their guts as he sat there listening. "I think someone's letting you know they're here," said Carissa, tapping Craig's shoulder. As they were almost finished, he looked up, seeing Taylor in the doorway waving to let him know he was there. "Oh, yeah," said Craig, gesturing for Taylor to go sit in the waiting area. "That's my Taylor. The kid's trouble." "I doubt that. Taylor looks adorable," said Carissa smiling as Dr. Elliot wrapped up the session. "Really you can tell that with all that equipment on him, looking all sweaty after practice," said Craig forcing himself to not stare at her breasts, looking into her eyes. "Adorable wasn't one of the words I was thinking." "Oh please," said Carissa flicking her wrist. "But that must be a lot of work brushing out all that sweaty hair once that helmet comes off. I bet you go through a lot of conditioner." "We do and I'm always yelling at Taylor to cut that raggy mop," said Craig as they stood up. "But what can you do. It's the in thing I guess." "Yeah, but you can't let it get too long when they're this young, or it's such a disaster to work with. Plus, they're no help," said Carissa. "Taylor looks about the same age as my Kaylee. She's eight, going on nine." "Oh, Taylor's nine too, but acts about five," Teased Craig as they shared a laugh as they began to head outside walking together. "Oh stop! I'm sure with a role model like you, Taylor's very mature and well mannered," said Carissa stopping and looking him straight in the face. "I admire you coming out with all your issues here in therapy. Obviously I know how hard it is, and these things are so tough to talk about and even tougher to deal with. I really have had no one to share with, so I'm so glad we met." "Me too!" said Craig, barely able to make eye contact. "I kind of barely knew I had all this sexual stuff bottled up and maybe with the right support it can all come out." "Hey, how about we plan a play date? I'm not sure if this therapy thing is for me, but at least that would allow us to spend time together and maybe our kids can be friends," said Carissa, feeling nervous twisting her hair as she spoke and broke eye contact. "I'm sorry stop me if I'm being too pushy. This was so tough coming here tonight." "You kidding? That would be awesome," Replied Craig, feeling his heart pounding. "I would love that. I mean I'm sure Taylor would too." "I'm so excited about that," said Carissa, feeling relieved and hugged Craig tightly as instantly he was getting aroused. "Just maybe let me plan just something for the girls at least the first time, as my daughter isn't great at making friends but that's my fault. My daughter's not really the sports type, but maybe your daughter could show her some things eventually." "My daughter?" said Craig. "You mean Taylor right?" "Sorry, I mean little sister. I almost forgot, as you seem so natural at this. I mean I want her to get more active and maybe do some sports, but it won't be easy as she's not that coordinated," Carissa explainined as she touched his bicep. "Maybe she will get more comfortable though with Taylor. At first let's just stick to regular girly stuff, and we'll take it from there. You cool with that." "Ummm Carissa I," Craig started to explain. "Don't worry," Carissa stopped him from speaking. "I'm really good with girls and activities. You don't have to do anything. You just show up and I'll handle the rest. I know it has to be so hard for a guy your age. I promise I'll do everything." "Carissa, I just," Craig started to speak again. "I'm sorry," said Carissa, interrupting again and getting up to walk away. "If you're not cool with it, I understand. I know we just met and I get a little aggressive at times. I'm sorry. It's so easy to get emotional after these sessions and we just don't have many friends." "Stop! Why wouldn't I be?" said Craig, grasping her arm to stop her from walking away. "A play date sounds wonderful. Text me your number. It'll be great." "I'm so happy, and so will Kaylee. Come on, walk with me outside!" "Is tomorrow good? The kids all get out early before the long weekend, so maybe we could have an early dinner and then have a Friday night out with them?" "Um, sure," said Craig, looking down at her perfect long nails texting him as they stopped in the hallway. "That works for me!" "I'm so excited," said Carissa, before kissing his cheek and looking over at Taylor sitting on a bench in his full lacrosse gear. "Oh shit I have to run and get Kaylee. See you tomorrow. Bye Taylor." Carissa gave a dainty wave and quickly ran off as Craig stood there shaking, not believing he'd be seeing one of the hottest girls he ever laid eyes on tomorrow. "What was that about?" asked Taylor getting up and coming over. "I'm not sure yet, but we'll be seeing her again soon," said Craig looking at her text. "I guess you'll be thanking me for hooking you up with this session then?" said Taylor. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," said Craig. "It is all of your doing." They headed home, grabbing a pizza and going their separate ways to their rooms. Craig received a few text messages from Carissa and then they spent the evening chatting on the phone with each other. The next day Craig was waiting for Taylor the minute he wandered in from school. "How was practice?" said Craig. "Ready for the big game tomorrow." "Fine, yeah I'm ready to win tomorrow," said Taylor, flopping on the couch. "Big day today! Get your lazy butt up." Craig tossed him some towels. "Take a shower and have a snack when you get out. Just wash and condition that greasy mess on your head. We'll be heading out to dinner with Carissa soon." "With that hot chick from last night?" asked Taylor, shocked. "Damn, I did hook you up bro!" "She'll be Ms. Caputo to you, and we'll be spending some time with her and her daughter this evening," said Craig. "Go clean yourself up." Taylor came out of the shower and then sat down, having a snack. "I'll lay out your clothes on my bed after I iron them'. said Craig. "Meet me in there in five minutes and after all you've put me through, you better not give me a hard time. You owe me big time Taylor." "Come on," whined Taylor. "I hate getting dressed up on weekends, and why do I have to go? It's Friday night and I just want to veg and chill. Just go out with her yourself." "You're going because I said so, and you're nine!" said Craig. "Her daughter better not be annoying," grumbled Taylor. "I hate girls!" After five minutes, Taylor wandered into his brother's bedroom, seeing him ironing. "Strip all the way down and try on the new underwear first," said Craig. "Let's see how the underwear and jeans fit first, but we may have to make some adjustments, because I'm pretty sure you'll show." "White jeans?" cried Taylor. "No way, and they look to skinny. Iron my regular jeans if you're getting so picky." "No shot my little Taylor," said Craig, pushing his finger through a package and pulling out some underwear. "You're about to try a new look." "Very funny," said Taylor, catching the white underwear after Craig tossed them right off his face. "These are panties, moron." "Bingo!" said Craig. "Put them on and do it immediately." "Are you insane?" said Taylor, getting infuriated. "No, just an addict according to my signed off documents. Let alone the pack of lies I've had to deal with this year," said Craig holding them in his hands. "Now if you expect to live past the next five minutes, and would ever like to play a sport again, you'll be doing as I say today." "You can't be serious," said Taylor tossing the panties at Craig. "They've got little pink trim and a tiny pink bow in front. I can't be in panties." "Why not, that's what little girls wear my soon to be little sis?" said Craig as he caught them. "You're about to live one of your own lies. Now get dressed." "What the hell is wrong with you, Craig?" said Taylor as he caught the panties tossed back to him after they rebounded off his face. "Are you telling me to dress as a girl? I can't pass as a girl." "Really?" said Craig, folding his arms. "Ever seen all that long messy hair of yours hanging out of that lacrosse helmet. Ever seen yourself in the morning when it's not brushed back. No one last night thought you were a boy." "You mean the hot chick thought I was a girl?" asked Taylor. "Ms. Caputo to you, and yes," said Craig. "I tried to explain otherwise, but she was so excited to have met me and have a new friend for her daughter, she barely listened. What does it matter, as all you ever do is lie anyway, so today will be no different. In fact I think this will teach you a little humility and a nice lesson." "No way," said Taylor. "No way am i being a chick." "You're no chick Taylor, just a sweet little girl having a play date, while I get to spend some time with her mother," said Craig, taking the papers and preparing to rip them. "But hey it's your choice. Kiss lacrosse, lacrosse camp, and any summer sports goodbye, because if you're not the perfect little play date starting two minutes from now, then you're about to be spending your summer in summer school and weekend tutoring! That's two minutes starting now!" "That's not fair Craig," said Taylor, starting to lose it. "You're out of control." "Am I?" Replied Craig, slightly tearing the form. "I'm done lying for you Taylor. It's your turn to finally do something for me. I've sacrificed everything for you! One minute and counting!" "Oh this sucks," said Taylor, dropping off his underwear and stepping into the panties. "No one better see me, or I'll kill you." "They won't." Craig grinned. "Now try on the jeans." Taylor was sick stepping into the skinny, slightly stretchy jeans as he pulled them up and fastened them. "Yeah, that's not going to work," said Craig, rubbing his chin. "I also bought the skirt with the ruffles that should hide it, so take off the pants and we'll try that." "No way am I wearing a dress," screamed Taylor. "This is already out of control." "You're such a baby," Craig chuckled. "Good thing I did my research, as I was worried about this little problem. Just stand there and shut up a minute." Craig left the room and went into Taylor's room, getting his lacrosse bag. "What are you doing with my stuff?" said Taylor confused as Craig rummaged through his bag. "Tape, moron," said Craig. "Now be still and don't make this any worse on either of us." Craig went into the bathroom, grabbing some toilet paper and then kneeled in front of Taylor dropping his pants and panties to his ankles. He carefully avoided directly touching his brothers little shaft, wrapping it a few times around in toilet paper. He then circled the papered section with some of his white lacrosse stick tape before pulling it between his legs and taping it on his left butt cheek. He added a few more pieces of tape and then pulled up the panties and jeans, inspecting his work. "That looks perfect," said Craig, ecstatic. "Cross dressers on the internet know their shit! Arms up little girl, and then we'll dry that mop." "You're sick," cried Taylor as Craig now stretched open a pink top, dropping it over his head and arms. Taylor just stared down never having worn anything pink in his life before, as Craig switched on the blow dryer and began brushing through his hair, removing the dampness. When he switched it off, he parted Taylor's hair on the left and brushed it straight down. He then took some long front sections and dipped his fingers into some pomade, working it through Taylor's front strands. "Ok, it looks complex, but they say the first step is like tying your shoelaces," said Craig, talking aloud to himself as he took a small section next to the part and divided it, weaving his fingers between them. "Ok, I can do this." "Please Craig! What the hell are you talking about, and even worse, trying to do?" whined Taylor. "Call that chick and call this off. I can't go out like this." "You'll be fine. I'm just trying to give you something appropriate so you don't look like a boy with messy hair in girl's clothes," said Craig, stretching a few small sections. "Now shut up and let me concentrate. I watched like a dozen videos on this stuff last night while you were snoring up a storm. If I can do loose square knots, then I can do this. Now shut up and let me concentrate." He picked up a small section from the front on the heavy side of the hair where the majority of the hair sat. He then split that section into two smaller strands and then tied the first step of a knot just like you would begin to tie a shoelace. He then pulled the knot so that it sat snuggly against Taylor's scalp, and then while holding the two ends in his hand added a third small section. He pinned it with a clip for a moment, stepping back to observe his work and then returned to continue working. "I think I can actually do this," said Craig pulling out the clip. "Look down and stop fidgeting." He moved a little faster now, adding hair from both sides of the knot into each strand as he was confident in his weaving now. Taylor sat there getting more and more annoyed by the moment, as he could feel the tension against his scalp with each little knot. He interlaced them just like the first step of tying your shoe, and then did this two more times, each time adding the top strands to an alligator clip. He looked back and forth, seemingly happy as Taylor could feel him working his way down past his left cheek before he took a small clear band from his teeth and wound it in finishing off the braid. "Damn, I'm good," said Craig patting the braid and now covering Taylor's eyes as he saturated his head with a fruity smelling hairspray. "Ok, almost done!" He took a single bobbi pin, carefully sliding it through the bottom of the braided section pinning it to the loose straight hair behind it. "Oh, this really sucks," cried Taylor, watching Craig rip open a small package and take out a few bows. He held a few against Taylor before finally deciding and then Taylor heard the little snap as it was clipped near the end of the braid at the side of his head. He gulped as Craig opened a little tube and squirted a clear gloss on his right finger. There wasn't much he could do as Craig grabbed his chin with his left hand, lifting his face and rubbed the gloss across his lips. "Not bad! Not bad at all. You make a decent little missie," Teased Craig, stepping back and then opening a box dropping some shoes at his feet. "Ok, feet in and we're out of here." "Craig, please I can't do this. I know I owe you big time, but think of something else," Taylor pleaded. "Not a chance," replied Craig, pulling his arm and moving him towards the shoes. "If you want we can change you into the skirt if it makes you worried about passing, but trust me I wouldn't be. Put your shoes on and go see for yourself." Taylor was shaking as he walked over seeing his reflection in the bedroom mirror. He was ready to puke, struggling to believe his brother had done this to him, and he was about to leave the house like this. His chocolate brown hair had never shined like this before, no longer looking stringy, instead now looking straight, dark, and shiny as it sat touching his shoulders. In front, a thick braid stretched across his hairline from his side part down past his right ear, before being held by a large white silk bow, which pinned the braid to his straight locks, keeping it out of his face. There was absolutely no sign of a bump in his skinny white jeans, as it was extremely odd to be in jeans with faux front and rear pockets he couldn't put his hands into. His top was a salmon pink ? sleeve blousy tunic, which had matching ribbon trim at the collar and sleeve endings. On his feet were pink shimmer flats, which slightly pinched his toes as he moved, and it was hard not to stare at how the clear lip gloss made a difference as his only cosmetic. "Time to go sis," Craig slapped him in the stomach with a little white purse. "The strap goes off your shoulder and your phone and lip gloss are inside." Taylor couldn't look up as his brother dragged him right out the front door towards the car at the curb. He was scared that anyone would see him, and quickly he was in the backseat, crouching down. "Please Craig. Let's go back home. I'll never lie again," cried Taylor as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I promise." "Crying isn't going to help, Taylor. In fact it makes you look more and more authentic as a little girl, so go ahead cry your eyes out," Replied Craig, giving him no sympathy. "Plus, we both know you're a little lying machine, so today will be no different. In fact, go ahead if you want to tell them you're a boy dressed like a girl. Either way you're going and we'll be there in five minutes. Funny part is you actually look pretty cute as a girl. Now wipe those alligator tears. I put tissues in your purse, expecting you might try this bullshit!" Taylor wiped his eyes and blew his nose as they parked the car. He almost lost complete focus seeing Carissa race over the second Craig pulled up. She was in the tightest opal colored sweater dress, which hugged her every curve and which seemed to jiggle continuously as she was hurrying in her stilettos. "Oh Craig, she's beyond adorable," said Carissa, bending down and hugging Taylor as he quickly felt himself being squeezed between her massive mounds. "So much prettier without all that gear on honey. This is my Kaylee." "Hi," said Kaylee, waving shyly. "Hi," said Taylor, giving a little wave looking at the mini-blonde version of her gorgeous mother. Kaylee was a little dressier than he was, in a shiny forest green pleated dress and her hair done in a series of loose waves with the front pulled back by a silver clip. She had big blue eyes with the slightest hint of mascara, and on her feet were silver sandals. "Come on, let's all go inside," said Craig. "Hope everyone's hungry." "Sounds great," said Carissa, taking Kaylee in one hand and Taylor in the other. "Let's get you two cuties acquainted. I think you'll be best friends in no time, girls!" They went inside and sat down as Kaylee and Taylor didn't say much as Carissa and Craig did most of the talking. "So girls, I thought today since it's a beautiful day we do something outside that I'm sure Taylor will like, and we'll also make a stop that you'll enjoy, Kaylee," said Carissa. "So something for both of you, ok?" "Yes mom," said Kaylee politely, as Craig gave Taylor a little kick under the table. "Um, yes sounds wonderful Ms. Caputo," said Taylor, giving Craig a look. "Good, because I want Kaylee to try some new things, and I thought you being athletic and more outdoorsy could really help her." "Mom, you know I hate getting dirty, or my hair messy," whined Kaylee. "Honey, trying new things is very important," said Carissa. "Don't worry, we'll find things that'll work well for both of you. I've got the perfect thing in mind." "Fine," Grumbled Kaylee before sipping her straw. "By the way, I'm very fascinated with the hair Craig," said Carissa, staring at Taylor. "I mean how many guys could do a knotted top braid, and the entire look on her is just gorgeous. I'm impressed." "Oh it was nothing! Raising a little girl,, you learn over the years. I'm a fan of braids like these, because when the hair dries, the loops of the knots spread out a little and look absolutely gorgeous!" said Craig, trying to sound caring and intelligent. "I've been getting better at these things, but I'm better at the sports and guy stuff. Of course that's why it's nice to have some friends like you I can bounce things off." "I'm so flattered." Carissa smiled. "That's so nice of you to say, but even the outfit looks so perfectly put together." "It was easy, as Justice had such I nice sale on, so I picked up the top and jeans there," said Craig, trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about. "They have some really cute stuff there for her. She's not an easy one to dress but we're working on that." "Oh Kaylee and I love Justice. We'll have to shop together. I'd love that and I can certainly help you find your look honey," said Carissa, batting her lashes at him. "I think a man that enjoys shopping is a wonderful trait." "Oh, any time. Taylor's wardrobe could use a little upgrade," Teased Craig, giving him a look. "I certainly could use some help shopping with a person that's a fashionista like you Carissa." "Good then it's a date for all of us. I'll plan a wonderful shopping trip," said Carissa. "Would you like that Taylor?" "Umm," said Taylor, turning beet red, getting ready to kill brother as he felt a sharp kick under the table. "Aaoooww. I mean wow. I guess if we have the time and can afford it. I don't want him spending what little money he has on pretty clothes for me. I'm just fine with what I have." "Awwwee! Isn't she the sweetest thing?" said Carissa, as Craig gave Taylor a look as he was grinning like he dodged a bullet. "You've got a good head on those pretty little shoulders Taylor, and by the way your shoes are just to die for honey." "She does, but we'll work something out Carissa. You know I wasn't really out looking for the flats, but when I walked through DSW I just couldn't resist how cute they'd be on her so I try to never deny her," said Craig looking over at him. "I know how important pretty things are to girls her age, as I thought glitter ballet flats would just pick up her entire outfit. They were buy one get one half off, so how could I deprive this precious little one." "You're a shrewd shopper. I love that. I'm so glad we met," said Carissa, looking at Craig lovingly. "You two are amazing. I can hardly wait for the rest of the day." When they finished lunch, they walked together down the block and as they turned the corner, the kids looked up, seeing a carnival. "Ready for some rides, girls!" said Carissa. "I figured this should be fun for you." Taylor felt slightly more relaxed going on a few twirling rides and then playing a few games as no one seemed to pay him any mind, as he was just another kid. Kaylee was also beginning to loosen up and talk more, chatting his ear off now as he could barely keep up with what she was talking about. They all shared some custard ice cream and then cotton candy as time passed quickly. "I think you girls are really enjoying this," said Carissa, loving the smile on her daughter's face. "Really bonding." "Mom, Taylor is awesome, but I feel disgusting," said Kaylee, holding out her sticky hands and wiping the windblown hair from her face. "Please clean me up and all this wind and spinning ruined my hair." "I hate to say it but I'm so happy to see you a little messy, honey. As it is, I was worried about you in a dress doing all this but at least you didn't tip it," said Carissa, wiping Kaylee's hands, the collar of her dress and then surprising Taylor, wiping his hands. "And you Taylor? What happened to that pretty bow of yours?" "Oh, I'm not sure," said Taylor, reaching over as he was able to stretch his loose front braid, noticing the bow was gone and the ends of the braid were starting to unwind. "Wind honey! No big deal," said Carissa. "I'll fix you little beauties up. We should have pinned all this up earlier, but you girls looked much too pretty to mess with!" Carissa opened her purse again, placing some scrunchies between her teeth and then taking a brush to Kaylee's hair. She was quick and within thirty seconds, Kaylee's hair was in a high pony as she turned her attention to Taylor. It was unexpected for him as he didn't know how to react, as quickly she unwound the rest of his braid. It was weird having his hair brushed rapidly by Carissa as she moved like lightening, brushing it back away from his face. It was even hard to focus on what she was doing as he found himself inches from her huge boobs as she gathered his hair and wound in the first scrunchie. "Very cute for now girls," said Carissa, snapping in the other before putting away her brush. "Come on Craig, and I have a special surprise I've been promising you Kaylee for while. Craig says you'll love this one too, Taylor." With her left hand, Carissa grabbed Kaylee's hand and with the right Taylor, as she weaved them through the crowd, swinging their arms, skipping and giggling as Craig followed. Taylor looked back at his brother ready to scream as he could see his hair swaying in and out of his face on each side as they moved. He looked up, seeing a little western shop as she brought them right inside as his heart stopped at seeing all the merchandise. "Oh mom! I love all these outfits," said Kaylee. "I can get the cowgirl outfit you promised." "Yes, you both can! But nothing crazy, Kaylee," said Carissa. "We have to be mindful of the prices." "Yes of course mom!" said Kaylee, jumping up and down a little and grabbing a pink skirt from the rack. "Can we get the same thing! I'd love to match, like sisters. Wouldn't that be fun Taylor?" "Uuumm..Ummm," stuttered Taylor. "Taylor's not really into dresses," said Craig, stepping in, seeing him looking pale. "Kaylee, I know you're excited but slow down honey. This isn't the mall, it's a carnival and for what we're doing, skirts are inappropriate!" said Carissa, taking a few items from the racks. "Here we go, try these on girls." Kaylee practically ripped Taylor's arm off as they headed to the dressing room. He was completely uncomfortable, turning his back as he pulled off his top and quickly buttoned up the new shirt. "Let me see! Let me see!" yelled Kaylee excited as she was already changed as he turned around. Before he could barely blink, she was dragging him back out as Carissa and Craig were waiting. "Very cute on you, Taylor," said Carissa coming over, "but go try on the denim top Kaylee. I'm not sure I love that one on you." As Kaylee ran back into the dressing room, Carissa held out a pink vest, slipping it over Taylor's arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he looked down, seeing the huge belt and then she fastened it and stepped back as Kaylee came back out. "Go sit and the man will help you Taylor, while I attend to Kaylee," said Carissa as he saw the big shoe box in the salesman's hand. "These should be her size Miss?" said the salesman, pointing to a bench as Taylor had little choice but to sit and be fitted. Quickly he pulled off Taylor's flats before slipping some little peds over his feet and then he could hardly believe his eyes as he opened the box. It was crazy seeing the pink cowboy boot slide over his ankle as the salesman slid it perfectly in place. "I'm getting those too mom?" cried Kaylee, excited as she came out in her new outfit. "Please tell me I am? You know I've been dying for boots like that!" "You are honey." Carissa smiled as Kaylee jumped onto the bench next to Taylor. "Let me just do a little something with you Taylor while Kaylee gets her shoes on." Carissa led Taylor over to a wall that was filled with accessories, and he knew this couldn't be good. She held a few things up against him, and quickly a thick silver costume bracelet was over his right wrist, and then he was scared as she held a few different earrings up to his ear, looking at options. She then placed a few of them back on the peg racks and took a set from their little packaging, as he felt a little pressure on each ear when she clipped them on. She then did the same thing with a series of bows and clips, holding them up near his head until she was satisfied with her selection. She twisted his head as she tugged at his hair on the right side, before hearing a snap of a band and then she repeated it on the left. "Adorable! Your turn Kaylee," said Carissa, turning her towards Taylor, fixing her pony as he stood there feeling strange. "I know you like it high, but I'm just going to lower it a little for now like I did Taylor's, or the hats won't sit right and later I'll raise it again." "These are perfect right?" said Craig from behind, dropping a hat over Taylor's head. "Oh my gawd!" said Carissa excitedly as she dropped the other onto Kaylee's. "They're gorgeous. You excited girls?" "Yes mommy," said Kaylee as she hugged her and then Craig and then Taylor. "I feel just like one of my American girl dolls." Craig and Carissa split the bill as Kaylee enthusiastically dragged Taylor over to the big store mirror. He felt sick to his stomach seeing his new cowgirl image, as Kaylee was twisting and turning, looking at herself in her new outfit. The only thing still on Taylor was his tight white jeans, but his pink top had been replaced with a white western collared shirt. The girls' Red Ranch western shirt featured a spread collar with shiny metallic dots throughout, decorating the entire shirt. Pearl buttons at the front placket and cuffs added some extra shine, but the pink vest really broke up the white purity of the outfit. The open vest was highlighted by a thick row of pink fringes hanging loosely across the chest area, and on each side were faux vest pockets. On his feet, his pink cowgirl boots added to his new country girl look, and a thick pink belt with a large silver buckle graced his waist. He got a good view now of the pigtails Carissa had rearranged his hair into, and even worse she had now wound in some pink and white tails down bows, which had a long pink ribbon tails streaming down four or five inches with each pigtail. On his wrist was a thick silver pewter bracelet, and silver horseshoe drop clip on earrings with some rhinestones pinched his lobes. On his head sat a pink cowboy hat, which had a rhinestone tiara like crown decorating the front of the hat above the brim, and across his neck sat the little plastic knots of the hat's thin chin strap. Kaylee's outfit was identical with pink boots, vest and hat except her top and jeans were distressed denim instead of white. "Ok, I got the tickets," said Craig, holding a group of small green tickets. "They can go four times each." "That's perfect. Let's go, my pretty cowgirls," said Carissa, taking them by the hands and back outside. "They said to go out this way." As they exited out a back door of the store, Taylor's sense of smell perked up, immediately recognizing the lovely aroma of hat and manure. He looked up, seeing only a few kids in line ahead of them as Carissa led them over and Craig handed the tickets to the handler. "You excited girls?" said Carissa as she adjusted the little cords under each of their chins so the hats were snug. "I know you've been dying for pony rides, Kaylee." "Yes, thank you so much mom," said Kaylee, clapping her hands a few times. "Thanks for the jeans too, as I would have been grossed out with my legs touching him in a skirt." "Do I know my daughter or what?" said Carissa, looking at Craig. "I've got the hand sanitizer in my bag for when you come off. Have fun sweetie." Taylor rolled his eyes and made a face at his brother as they lifted Kaylee on to the horse. Carissa snapped shot after shot as Kaylee was in her glory taking her first pony ride, as Taylor just stood there waiting his turn. "Ok pretty little philly. Step up. You're next," said the man as Taylor stepped up on the hay bail awaiting his turn. Taylor gave Craig a fake smile as the man hoisted him up on the pony. As he dropped him into the saddle, Taylor got the surprise of his life feeling a sharp pain, instantly realizing he was sitting on his pinned back shaft. "Craig, get me off," cried Taylor in a high pitched voice now bouncing on his own manhood as the horse began moving. "PLEASE. Help me. Help!"! "Honey, don't be scared," said Carissa, running along the fence as the horse was being walked away with him on it. "You're fine. I'd never let anything happen to you honey. Relax, it's just a pony. Be a big girl! You can do this." He was going numb down there, bouncing with each movement of the horse as Craig could barely control his laughter as they had made the first half circle. "Stop that," said Carissa, slapping him playfully. "She's really scared to death. Don't be mean to that little cutie." "Sorry," said Craig, trying to catch his breath from laughing. "I just didn't expect that." "Me either. I thought she was a tough outdoorsy lacrosse girl," Snickered Carissa, smiling and giggling a little. "You better hug her and kiss her non-stop when she gets off. She's obviously not some little ruffian like you've been treating her. You'll need to accept she's more delicate than you'd like to think." "Good thing I met you then," teased Craig. "I'll try, but I'm out of my league here." "Good thing for all of us I hope," said Carissa, rubbing Craig's forearm and looking up into his eyes. "I'm going to help her if its ok with you. I'm good with girly stuff. Also, my daughter seems to be bonding with her really well, so I was thinking we could spend more time together. You know... really get to know each other." "I'd like that," said Craig before looking over at the man leading the pony towards them, yelling out. "She's ok! We've got three more tickets, so keep going around." Carissa was thrilled, giving him a hug as Taylor and Kaylee went around three more times. When the ride finally finished, Taylor was lifted off and wobbled as his feet touched the ground. "You did it, sweetie." Carissa hugged and kissed him. "Come on, no more excitement for today. You girls look pooped."