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Liar! Liar! Pants on Fire By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 2 They all walked back to their cars and hugged each other good night as Taylor felt relieved it was over, buckling himself in. As Craig started backing out of the parking spot, they were both startled by a knock on his passenger window. As he rolled down the window, Carissa poked her head in, leaning on the car. "You know I was just thinking that its Friday night of a long weekend, and I was wondering if you two would like to come back to my place," said Carissa. "You know, maybe for coffee? And the kids could play a little." "Oh well, Taylor has a big game tomorrow and I thought you guys might be tired," said Craig, getting nervous as her boobs were resting on the door. "A little, but I think my daughter got her second wind, and she's thrilled with her new friend," said Carissa, biting her lip and staring at Craig. "But if you're tired, then maybe some other..." "No, no...we'd love that." Craig glanced back at Taylor. "Just not too late of course." "Perfect." Carissa clapped happily. "Just follow me. I've got the little red BMer convertible." "Please, let's just go home," Taylor said, annoyed as she walked away. "I need to go ice my balls. Do you have any idea what you put me through?" "Like it's even close to anything you've put me through every damn week," mumbled Craig, basically ignoring him as he drove. "Craig, you're not listening! Call her and let's go home now," said Taylor. "Enough is enough. Are you hearing me or not?" "You know what I'm hearing?" Craig replied, spinning around as they stopped at a light and grabbing Taylor by one of his pigtails. "The voice of a cute little girl, so I'm glad that pony ride helped you get your voice a little higher. Now don't mess this up for me, or you'll be singing soprano permanently." "Ok, ok," cried Taylor as he released the pigtail and began driving again. Finally they pulled up at Carissa's complex and they followed them into a lovely multi-level townhouse. "Why don't you girls go play while Craig and I have some adult time?" said Carissa. "Share all your dolls and toys, ok honey." "I will!" said Kaylee. "Can we play with my new Barbie styling set?" "Sure, have fun girls," said Carissa, turning to Craig as Kaylee dragged Taylor to her room. I'll put on the coffee. Make yourself at home, Craig. You want me to put on the tv? Sports or something?" "No thanks. Can I help you with anything?" Craig asked. "That's so sweet," said Carissa. "I'm fine. I was just going to make the kids some chocolate chip cookies. Taylor likes them right?" "Of course," Craig took the knife from her. "Here, let me slice the dough and set the table while you do whatever you need to do. I can't let you do everything." They chatted about many things until finally the kids were called in, having cookies and milk as the adults shared some coffee. "So what do you think, mom?" asked Kaylee as she came running in, dragging Taylor behind her. "Did I do it good?" "Ssssppiitt," chuckled Craig, half spitting up his coffee. "Oh, very pretty honey," Carissa complimenting them. "You did so wonderfully too, Taylor. Sit and eat your cookies." Taylor was completely red faced, eating his cookies as he gave the most evil look to his brother. Gone were his precious pigtails, as his entire head now consisted of a sloppy, crooked French braid. He had also made a pretty feeble attempt to give Kaylee braided pigtails, as one was much higher than the other and half the hair messily hung out of the braids. "Let me just make a few small adjustments for you girls," said Carissa. "Watch and learn, ok sweeties?" Taylor and Craig watched as Carissa was a whiz at this, undoing each pigtail and quickly snapping them back in place. Once she bound each side, she then took a flowery spray, dampening Kaylee's hair, brushing through each pigtail and quickly braiding each side. When she finished, she turned her attention to Taylor, undoing his braid and then dampening his hair with the floral spray as she lifted and brushed. She then began pulling his hair from the front at each temple and then began twisting with precision, as he could feel his entire head being wound one step at a time from front to back, before she snapped in a band. "I want you girls to sleep like this tonight and then each of you will have some pretty waves in the morning if you decide to wear your hair loose." Carissa sprayed each of their heads again with another spray. "Ok then ladies, because it's been a long day, we're about ready to call it a night I think. Everyone looks wiped out?" "Yes mom," said Kaylee. "What do you say, pretty girl?" teased Craig. "Ready to call it a night?" "Uuuhh yeah please," mumbled Taylor, dying to leave. "Ok, well then I'll pick you guys up bright and early ok?" said Carissa, hugging Taylor. "Tomorrow?" asked Taylor, stunned. "Yes, you're excited I see," said Carissa, squeezing him so hard and hugging him again. "I'm so happy we're all hitting it off so well!" "Craig!" yelped Taylor, gazing at his brother and looking ready to kill. "You didn't forget tomorrow's the big game! No way am I..." "Relax! Relax!" Craig interrupted. "I'd never make you miss it. I know how important it is to you. A little AM time with our new friends, and then I'll get you there. Understood?" "Yes," said Taylor, still annoyed and putting his head down. "Goodnight everyone," said Craig as they all hugged. Taylor barely said a word, still angry in the car as they drove home. As they went in, his brother grabbed his arm, stopping him before he headed to bed. "You did good today, so don't fuck this up for me tomorrow if you expect to play!" Craig nastily told his little brother. "Now get to bed and don't touch that braid!" Taylor got up in the morning, wandering into the kitchen and seeing Craig having coffee already, dressed in khaki shorts, sandals, and a peach Izod polo shirt. "Guess you wanted your turn in pink," Taylor sarcastically told him. "Why don't you dress yourself up in pink and I'll just go to my game. Sound like a plan, jerk?" "It does, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll still be the pretty little one she fusses over," Craig teased as he sipped his coffee. "You'll be as cute as ever in what I got up early and bought you." "I'm not wearing any freaking dresses!" screamed Taylor. "Just sleep with the crazy bitch already and get me out of this. No wonder she's in therapy. Just her thinking I'm a girl and having her be friends with her daughter tells you all you need to know about her. She's freaking unstable, and you're even more nuts chasing her and doing all this." "It's called being needy, moron." Craig grabbed his arm. "Now let's get you dressed, because I intend to satisfy all her needs, and hopefully today!" Craig dragged Taylor to the bedroom and he sulked, seeing his clothes on the bed as he knew the drill but still struggled accepting it. "Easy, that so sore." Taylor quivered as his brother wrapped and taped him. "I bet," said Craig, holding out some peach panties. "If I was you, I'd make sure to wear your cup in the game later." Taylor could barely speak, feeling the steam from his ears as he stepped into his new peach leggings. Craig pulled them up, snapping the elastic waistband slightly as he snugged them past his hips and the dropped a top over his head. Craig took some white flats from the box and just as he was beginning to complain, Craig was buckling the little straps across each foot. He rolled his eyes, seeing Craig open a package of peach ribbon and spun him around as he tied a bow at the end of his French braid and sprayed some sticky hairspray at the back of his head. "Perfect timing," said Craig, hearing the horn beep outside and opening the little lip gloss, rubbing it on his brother. "Let's go, if you want to make sure we're back in time for your game." "I really hate you," said Taylor, shaking his head looking down at himself. "And I hate doing this for you!" "I know you do, but you look so cute doing it." Craig tickled under his chin to annoy him. "Now let's go, and remember your purse, it's on the table." Craig walked over, opening the front door as Taylor put his head down, pouting as he walked across the room and grabbing the white purse. He was in stretch cotton short-sleeve top featuring a bold striped print with peach and white thick horizontal stripes. A glittery semi-faded butterfly graced the middle of the shirt which stretched past his waist as the long top hung daintily covered his hips and rear. From under it, his legs were completely covered in matching peach stretch leggings and at the bottom of the leggings, two ruffled layers matched his top and added to the rumba design of the outfit. On his feet were white flats, which had a white bow across the toe line, and across his left shoulder sat the strap of his same white purse as he held it while he walked out the door. "I love that on you, sweetie." Carissa hugged him as they jumped from the car to greet them. "And what an adorable touch on the braid, Craig!" "Thanks!" said Craig, trying to act like he knew what he was doing. "I try, and Taylor loves the little touches, so I do my best." "Can I get that bow too mom?" Kaylee asked, touching Taylor's bow. "I like her hair better than mine! And the ribbon." "It's just from Target," said Craig. "I have another one inside. One second and I'll get it for you." "It's ok Craig," said Carissa, giving her daughter a look. "Don't be difficult today, Kaylee." "It's nothing," said Craig. "They came in sets I guess, in case you want to use them on pigtails. I'll be right back." Taylor was looking all around, dying to get in the car before any neighbor would notice him as Craig ran inside. He stood there staring at the ground as Carissa was annoyed, taking out Kaylee's pigtails and taking her brush from her purse. Right at the curb side, she began twisting and changing Kaylee's hair until Craig returned, handing Carissa the ribboned scrunchie. As she wound it in at the end of Kaylee's single braid, he quickly realized they were now in identical French braids and with peach tied bows and ribbons streaming down their backs. She opened her purse, again taking out a purple pump spray and before he could even blink, felt the stickiness across his forehead as she sprayed both him and Kaylee. He almost leaped into the car the moment she unlocked the door, half hiding behind Kaylee, hoping no one had noticed them. Craig got in the passenger seat as they drove off in Carissa's little sporty red car. He tried tuning out most of the conversation as Kaylee almost never shut up, until finally he looked up, seeing they had pulled up at the mall. He could see his brother's little smirk as he got out, as Carissa took each of them by the hand and leading them inside. He was ready to cry as she brought them into the first girls' shop, holding out tops and dresses against them as she ripped through the racks. They shopped for over an hour as Craig and Carissa were chatting about everything in the world as they went from store to store browsing. After the fifth store, Carissa's eyes lit up seeing a new store she had never been in before, dragging everyone inside. "Why don't you girls go try a few of these on," Carissa suggested, handing them a few hangers. "I love this color for you Taylor, and everything is just so cute here." "Go ahead, Kaylee," said Taylor turning away. "I could never let my brother spend all this money on me. I'm fine with what I've got, and dresses aren't my thing." "Awweee! You're such a wonderful little one, aren't you Taylor," said Carissa, opening her purse and taking out her car keys before turning towards Craig. "You know Craig. I just realized I forgot to get my oil changed, and the tires rotated. You won't mind being a dear and taking my car to the service station around the corner would you? We'll just do some more girl shopping and I'm sure you could use a break from all this girls' stuff, eh?" "Oh, sure," said Craig, taking the keys as she winked at him, handing him a hundred dollar bill. "You're so sweet," said Carissa, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear before speaking aloud again. "I got this ok! Just text me when it's done and we'll let you know where to meet us. We'll just be having a little girl time." "Sounds good." Craig looked at Taylor. "I expect you'll be on your best behavior, young lady." Craig left as Carissa strolled back to the rack, picking a few items for Taylor and handing them to him. "Go try these on and come out and let me see how they look on you." Carissa handed him a stack of outfits. "You need me to come and help you?" "But!" Taylor started to protest but she immediately stopped him from complaining. "I'm not asking Taylor," said Carissa, giving him a touch of attitude before piling another on top. "Now go ahead and stop worrying so much. I just want you to not be so concerned with money, and enjoy being a little girl. We understand each other right, and do you need help trying them on?" "Sorry, I understand!" replied Taylor taking them and turning away. "I'll be fine." "Good, then run along and come out after every outfit," said Carissa, grabbing more clothes and handing them to Kaylee. Taylor was steaming but did as he was told, changing in the little private dressing room and modeling for Carissa as he came out. It seemed to last forever, constantly changing and being critiqued over style, color, and size with each change. He was at least happy they were all casual clothes as Carissa handed him one more outfit as he thought he was almost done. "That's gorgeous on you," said Carissa, spinning her finger for him to twist around. "Ok, just try on the smaller size and then we're done!" "Ok!" said Taylor, heading back in with the last outfit. "That's perfect," said Carissa, waving the sales clerk over. "If you could just bag up her clothes, she'll wear that out." "Of course," said the shop girl, coming over and removing an electronic tag from his top. "I'll bag up her old clothes for you miss, and did you want the accessories as well?" "Please," said Carissa, flicking her wrist. "They can wear the jewelry out now and I'll take the clip set for later." As she snapped the security tags off his pants, he realized this little dress up session was over and looked across the room, realizing that he and Kaylee were now dressed identically. She had also certainly taken him from a more casual to a dressier chic look as the clerk slipped on his bracelets. Gone was the simple peach striped shirt and leggings, replaced now with a lightweight blousey peplum top featuring a scarlet red color. Spaghetti straps were the only thing across his shoulders in its tunic design, and the two layers of flared peplum hem daintily flowed, covering the top his hip bones. At the waistline and just above the ruffles, was a built in layer of sequins and rhinestones giving it that tapered waistline look, and a large matching silk rose offset to the waistline's left added an ultra girly flair. On the bottom he was in stretch long capri stone washed blue jeans, which had hand painted rose decals and scattered rhinestones at the pockets, and on his feet were white open toed sandals. On each side, a double buckles held in his feet, and between his big and second toes sat a series of large crystal like costume stones. He shook his right wrist as a silver bracelet wrangled with a dozen or so charms, and across his left was a thick red and silver costume bracelet. He had never had a ring on his finger before, and now had a few on each hand and around his neck was a series of interlocking hearts. Carissa handed him his new red shoulder bag which was considerable larger than his old purse, as suddenly it was across his left shoulder while she spun him around, snapping a red double rosette scrunchie into the end of his braid as she pulled out the peach ribboned one. "Here girls," said Carissa, handing them each two small shopping bags, before taking each of them by the other hand. "Carry these for me please." Taylor didn't know if it was better or worse leaving the store in his new outfit, only feeling better not to be trying on things. He couldn't believe how much colder he felt in the tank top like tunic, and his ankles being on display in the capri's led to a little chill with the mall's heavy a.c. They turned down a corridor towards the exit as he felt better seeing the bright light of the outdoors, only to be twisted to the left as she yanked them into the last store before the exit. "Caputo for three," said Carissa to the receptionist. "I have mani's and pedi's booked." "Yes, we're ready for you ladies," said the girl, staring at her appointment book. "Follow me please ladies." Taylor was ready to shit his pants, as she led him past the receptionist desk the pungent smell of the salon filled his nose. He started shaking as Carissa took their bags as he was quickly ushered to a seat at a small table opposite a Korean woman. He looked over at Kaylee, sitting at the station next to him all smiles as Carissa was having some discussions while the woman who took his trembling hand. As he looked back down at his fingers, she rubbed them softly to calm him down and then inserted them into something rubber that kept them separated. He knew what was about to happen and closed his eyes as he couldn't look as he could feel her working on his nails. He would glance up every once and awhile as she trimmed, shaped and buffed his sloppy nails, but it was so hard to watch the inevitable. When the latest fumes penetrated his nostrils, his eyes popped wide open again as he watched the colored polish brush across his first nail. It was like it was happening in slow motion, yet it was over in a flash as he was ready to explode in a fit of rage as his nails now matched his tunic. "Keep them fanned out," yelled Carissa from the station, where she was having hers done as they stood him up. "You have had your nails done before right?" "Oh, not often enough of course and never in place like this," said Craig, walking in and kissing Carissa's cheek. "What a nice surprise Carissa. You're just spoiling them." "Oh, stop it," teased Carissa. "She deserves a nice treat. She's a darling and I'm about to spoil you too. Sit down right there." "Me?" Craig asked, surprised. "Yeah you, and not for a minute would I believe you've never had yours done," said Carissa, grinning at him. "I think it's wonderful when men take care of themselves, like getting a good manicure. Now sit down, and I'm treating you as well." "Oh, yeah well it's just been a while of course," said Craig, sitting at the station next to Carissa. "Who am I to argue with a persistent woman like you?" "Exactly," giggled Carissa. "Now relax and let's all enjoy our little pampering." Craig sat next to her enjoying the conversation until finally his hands were under the dyer, having his clear finish baked on. When he finally got up, he turned looking over at Taylor sitting next to Kaylee in an elevated chair as they were having their toes finished. "See, your hands look and feel so much better," said Carissa touching one of his now softer nails. "You sure you didn't want your nails in Cherry blossom like I picked for the girls?" "No, I'm good with the clear coat," said Craig as they shared a laugh. "I think you've more than done enough for both of us. Pretty soon we'll have to leave for Taylor's game once her nails are done." "Ok, I wish you didn't have to go," said Carissa, looking into his eyes. "But I understand. Kaylee's really taken to her and I had one more little thing she's wanted, but been kind of chicken to do alone. I thought maybe if they did it together she'd be fine, so I thought I'd ask you first. It's quick, plus little girls can be so funny about things and I just thought it would really help her be a bit more feminine. Look at them over there together. They look adorable dressed alike, right? So we could have them do it right here, and?" "No problem," said Craig, stopping her mid-sentence. "Whatever helps you and Kaylee, then count Taylor in. I realize she's a bit of a tomboy, but spending time with you has really been good for both of us." "You're amazing Craig. I figured their birthstone colors ok?" said Carissa, kissing his cheek and waving over to a girl in the back. "Hey, you want to come over later for dinner? I'm a pretty good cook and I've really enjoyed all of our time together?" "You kidding!" Craig jumped at the offer. "That would be fantastic. We can change and come over right after the game. She's an April birthday." "Sounds wonderful," said Carissa, distracted by one of the workers. "Yes, the brunette first ok? She's April. Want me to me hug her while you do it, so she's not too rattled?" "No, we work in teams so its quick," said the woman motioning over another worker. The Korean woman nodded without saying a word as Carissa was almost biting her new nails, watching them approach Taylor. He was barely paying attention as she twisted his neck and then Carissa put her head down on Craig's shoulder, unable to watch as his jaw dropped hearing Taylor screech. "Noooooo!" screamed Taylor before the woman put her palm over his mouth. "Holy s." "Don't make them see me looking," said Carissa half hiding. "I can't even take it when she gets a splinter." Taylor practically jumped from the chair as a second woman restrained him and then quickly Carissa broke from Craig and ran over, hugging him. "You're so brave, and its all over sweetie. Trust me, you'll never have to be fearful about this again when you're older, if you do a few more." Carissa squeezed Taylor as quickly he felt the second pinch. "You look so beautiful today. I know you're not used to all this attention, but you deserve it sweetie. Careful with those pretty nails." "Oh shit," mouthed Craig from across the room, moving his hands up and down. "It's fine! No biggie Taylor. Stay calm." "Those are so pretty on you Taylor," said Kaylee looking over. "See how brave she was Kaylee?," said Carissa turning towards her as she wiped away Taylor's tears. "You ready for your birthstone now too." "Yes mommy," said Kaylee, closing her eyes. Taylor couldn't believe how quickly this all had happened, as he didn't know whether to scream or cry, barely able to look at Craig while they finished drying his toes. Finally they were back in Carissa's car as she drove them home and they hugged, saying their goodbyes. "Change and we're going in five, or you'll be late for pre-game workouts," said Craig, like nothing had happened. "You kidding? Five minutes?" said Taylor, trying to twist an earring in his sore lobe. "Help me get these out and what do we have to get off this polish?. "Are you retarded?" yelled Craig, taking some band aids from the kitchen cabinet. "We'll cover the studs and they'll be under the helmet. No one will see them or the nails. Keep your helmet and gloves on. Tonight's my big night with Carissa, so no way are you ruining what she just paid for. Now get into your uniform and let's hit the field." "I can't keep doing this!" cried Taylor. "This is bullshit, and now I've got holes in my ears." "Shut up! You'll be the cool kid in school with earrings if you want, or we'll just take them out," said Craig. "Once I get in her pants, I'll figure out how to break the news to her about you! I'll think of something or maybe you will. You're the king, or should I say queen, of lies." Taylor gave his brother the finger and quickly changed into his lacrosse uniform. Craig helped him on with the band aids to cover his studs, and then pulled out his braid as his hair flowed wildly under the helmet. He felt better in his uniform as they headed to the game, no longer thinking about his horrible experiences as he got there. His team was tiny next to the imposing team he was playing, and quickly fell behind. In the second part of the game, Taylor really started making things happen, scoring and then scoring again. He quickly figured out he was the fastest player on the field, weaving through players and tying the score. In the end, he was getting knocked around like a little rag doll before he finally broke through and scored the winning goal. He was mobbed by his team as they celebrated the unlikely victory, and his day had just gone from strange to fantastic. "Great job taylor," said Craig, smacking his helmet as they walked off on cloud nine. "Excuse me," a man interrupted them. "I just wanted to let you know you were unbelievable, and I'm thoroughly impressed. It's Taylor, right?" "Yes, sir thank you," said Taylor shaking hands with his glove on. "Look, I came over to invite you to join our elite travel team," said the man. "I'm Coach Frank, and I just watched you annihilate some of the best kids on our travel team. Three of them play on the rec team you just played, and you'd be a great addition for us. Have any interest?" "You kidding?" said Taylor. "That's been my goal, to get picked for a top travel team." "Good, then consider it about to come true if your dad says ok," said Frank, holding a clip board towards Craig. "I'm not the dad, but I am Taylor's guardian," said Craig reading it. "Wow, it's pretty expensive, so you better really want this Taylor." "Please, you know I do," said Taylor, practically begging. "I guess we'll make some sacrifices and squeeze it in then," said Craig, signing the form. "I'd say you've kind of earned it after everything today." "Ya think?" said Taylor sarcastically. "Oh I think he does," said Frank. "Any boy that can run and weave like that has talent that would be wasted without the advanced training and competition he'll be getting!" "Better get those eyes of yours checked!" said Carissa, surprising all of them from behind. "How have you been Frank?" "Carissa!" Shouted Frank as they instantly hugged. "You look fantastic! How have you been, and look at you Kaylee. You're getting so big?" "I've been fantastic, and you look great as well. I just saw your son, and little Johnny is not so little anymore," said Carissa. "So I didn't know that you guys all knew each other?" "We don't," said Frank. "I just saw Taylor kill my son's rec team and just signed him for my travel team. He's unbelievable." "Yeah, that's what I meant about those eyes of yours getting checked," said Carissa with a chuckle, pulling off Taylor's helmet. "I guess you didn't realize you just got killed by a girl." "No way!" said Frank as Carissa pulled off one little band aid revealing his sparkling earring. "Yeah way," said Carissa smiling, pulling off the other. "Carissa, I didn't know you guys were here?" said Craig, panicking a little. "Kaylee and I watched from the car, because I didn't want her to be nervous seeing us here," said Carissa, explaining. "You see Frank, Taylor and Kaylee are best friends. They just got their nails done together this morning." Taylor didn't know whether to crawl under a rock or scream as she pulled off his glove, revealing his painted nails. He glanced around, noticing none of his teammates within close sight as they were all heading home and then found his mind racing for the appropriate lie. "Damn, I can't believe a little girl lit us up today!" said Johnny. "Well, believe it," said Kaylee. "She's awesome." "It just means means you morons will have to take good care of her on the field," said Frank, looking at his son. "There's not many girls in the league, but a girl can play on a boys team so she'll be fine." "You kidding! This is so cool," said Johnny, looking Taylor up and down and checking him out. "No doubt she's faster than any boys we've got, so everyone's going to love the addition. I know I'm looking forward to it." "So Carissa, we should get together sometime," said Frank. "You know I never did re-marry. How about you? Seeing anyone?" "Well, a lot's changed in my life since way back then, Frank?" said Carissa getting a bit cold. "I'm not seeing anyone this second, but maybe we can save this conversation for another time ok?" "Oh. Sorry, I understand?" said Frank, looking around at everyone. "Hey, look we're having a birthday party for Johnny tomorrow at my house. Why don't all of you come? It's a great chance for Taylor to meet the travel team, and Kaylee would be there too so she won't be the only girl, although some cousins of mine are girls and will be there." "I'm not sure, Frank," said Carissa feeling awkward. "Can I get back to you on that. It's kind of sudden?" "The girls had plans together tomorrow," said Craig stepping in. "We'll let you know." "No problem," said Frank, hugging Carissa and shaking Craig's hand. "Either way, I'll see everyone again soon. Especially our new top scorer!" Taylor was mortified as they all walked away, as Carissa took him and Kaylee by the hand. "Meet me at my place, and I hope you're hungry as I made us a big dinner?" Carissa smiled at Craig. "The girls want to ride to together, and Taylor looks exhausted. We'll just change her back at my place ok?" "Sure!" replied Craig, getting excited. As they got back to Carissa's place, Taylor found himself back in his earlier outfit, as once again he matched Kaylee. Once he changed, he headed into the kitchen where he saw Carissa putting a big roast on the table and Kaylee putting down four place mats. "You look cute even with a little helmet head, Taylor," teased Carissa, taking off her oven mitts. "Kaylee, go get me a brush and two headbands and I'll take out your braid for dinner." "Yes mommy," said Kaylee. "See what nice waves those braids made in your hair, honey," said Carissa brushing his head and then sliding on a head band. "As soon as I get out your braid Kaylee, then you two cuties set the table." Quickly Taylor found himself following Kaylee's lead, laying out each place setting as Craig was having a beer watching tv. He looked over, seeing the red headband with a large offset bow on Kaylee's head and not even having to look, knowing he was in the same one. He sat for dinner at their table as they laughed and chatted as he tried forgetting the day. "Mom, can we go play in my room?" said Kaylee. "Sure," said Carissa. "You two go have some fun." Kaylee dragged Taylor away, as Carissa and Craig sat sipping wine. "So tell me how you know Frank?" said Craig. "Is he an old boyfriend or something. That whole thing about seeing someone seemed kind of awkward?" "Well, I didn't want to talk in front of the kids," said Carissa, downing a full glass of wine. "Just so you know, I'm a really different person now. I 'm just not like that anymore." "I'm sorry Carissa," said Craig, getting nervous. "I didn't mean anything by that. I wasn't judging you" "It's ok Craig. I've made plenty of mistakes, but that part of my life is behind me," replied Carissa, drinking another glass of wine. "Right now I'm just trying to beat my addiction, take care of my daughter and move forward." "And you're doing great at all that," said Craig, moving closer towards her and rubbing her back. "I'm here for you. For anything you need. We can help each other." "I hope so," said Carissa, looking into his eyes as the phone rang. "Oh sorry, excuse me." Carissa answered the phone and was chatting away, as it was Frank on the line. She listened and talked as Craig could overhear most of it as she held the phone against her palm as Kaylee came rushing in, interrupting. "Mommy, Taylor doesn't want to play dolls?" said Kaylee, pulling her leg. "Can we play beauty parlor." "Sure, sure," said Carissa, brushing her off. "Go ahead." Taylor looked ready to kill, as after ten minutes Kaylee dragged him back in, interrupting again as now Taylor's cheeks were covered in pink blush and his eyes were covered in caked on blue eye shadow. "Got to go Frank," said Carissa, hanging up. "We'll see you tomorrow?" "So you're going to the party?" asked Craig, surprised. "Yes, I feel bad," said Carissa. "I thought we'd all go together?" "Together?" said Taylor stunned. "With all the boys?" "Yeah, but not looking like this," teased Carissa, taking a wash cloth to his face. "Easy on all that girls, or is that how I look to you. How about you two go play something else?" Kaylee again dragged Taylor off as Carissa and Craig resumed their conversation. "So, you ok with tomorrow?" said Carissa, sitting back on her legs next to Craig on the couch. "I guess, as long as it's not too uncomfortable for you," said Craig, sipping his wine. "Guys like me are used to being cooped up with a bunch of smelly guys who like talking sports." "That's probably not easy then for guys that have different hang ups like we do," said Carissa. "I find myself stuck thinking about my addiction instead of other things. I wish I could think about almost anything else. Thank goodness or Kaylee and I would be a mess." "I completely understand," said Craig. "I'm here for you." "I love sensitive men," said Carissa, leaning back on him and grasping his hand, lifting it. "And now you've got great nails too." "Yeah thanks to you!" teased Craig as she softly kissed his hand and bent her neck, looking up at him. "Mommyyyyyy!"! screamed Kaylee, destroying the moment as Carissa jumped up. They ran into Kaylee's room as Carissa froze, covering her mouth for a moment then quickly grabbed the hot iron from Kaylee's hand. She could see the scared look on Kaylee's face and the stunned look on Taylor's, as he looked up seeing some of his hair wrapped around the barrel of the curling iron and no longer attached to his head. "What were you thinking, girls?" yelled Carissa, looking at it and then realizing she had scared them even further as she checked Taylor for burns. "Ok, everyone relax, it'll be fine. No biggie girls. No problem, I'll handle it. Craig, bring them to the kitchen." Carissa held her heart for a moment before she turned her back and pulled the plug on the hot curling iron. She ran into the bathroom, opening the clamp before tossing it in the sink and then ran into the kitchen back to the girls. She ran back to Taylor, smothering him with kisses and then lifted his chin, touching his forehead. "Let me call Virginia. She lives next store and I'm sure she can fix it," said Carissa, grabbing the phone. Within five minutes, her neighbor was over as she was hugging and kissing the girls, keeping them occupied. "Aren't you two looking adorable! Sit here honey and we'll fix you right up," said Virginia, wrapping her cape around Taylor's neck. "It's nothing. I burnt off a customer's hair once too and I'm a pro. It happens." "She knows better now," said Carissa, rubbing Kaylee's back. "Right honey?" "I just wanted her to have pretty curls like you mommy," said Kaylee, sobbing. "She will honey. We can do that some other time," said Virginia, wetting Taylor's hair with a spray bottle, combing through it. "Just not tonight though. Tonight, let's just fix our little ops because it's pretty late and save the curls for some other day." "I promise I'll curl it up all nice and pretty on both of you, just promise mommy you won't use my curling iron without permission ever again, ok girls?" Carissa lectured them "This is not a toy, girls." "Yes mommy," said Kaylee, watching her work on Taylor. "And never at the max temperature either honey! Fine hair like hers will take a curl pretty quickly, even at a much lower setting," said Virginia, brushing through the front of Taylor's hair and looking over at Craig and Carissa. "Not a lot of options, Carissa. I'll keep them blunt and I'm going to get rid of all the mismatched lengths and split ends while I'm here. She really needs a good haircut. Obviously it's been too long anyway." Carissa looked at Craig, who was little help shrugging his shoulders and then nodded her head at Virginia. She dampened the rest of his head now with her spray bottle and ruggedly brushed through his hair, removing any sweaty tangles from the helmet and earlier braiding. It didn't take long until his left eye was completely covered by his hair, but on the right there was a big gap from a section burnt off. She combed feverishly down his forehead and then quickly across his brow line, as suddenly his line of sight was crystal clear. He looked down, feeling the urge to pee as he squeezed his legs together holding it, seeing the long strands slide towards the floor as she began snipping at the left and then the right. He could see his brother looking dumbfounded as this all happened so quickly when she was already switching on her hairdryer and working through the damp hair with her brush. Finally she reached around him, grasping a small flat iron when the dryer went off and began gliding it through his locks as he heard them baking each time she squeezed and moved smoothly downward. "How adorable she looks," commented Carissa. "Right Kaylee!" "She so pretty," said Kaylee as Virginia was spraying his hair now. "I want that too please." "Kaylee, you sure about that?" said Carissa, as some final little precision trimmings were being done. "You've got a lot more length than Taylor, and remember how long it took when you wanted to grow out the front. Plus, Virginia is just here doing me a favor." "Mom, please," whined Kaylee. "I'm sure, and Taylor and I will grow it all out together." "I think that's so sweet honey," said Virginia. "It'd be so cute on her." "Ok?" said Carissa, shrugging her shoulders as Kaylee exchanged placed with Taylor as Virginia pulled off his cape. He looked down, flabbergasted at all the trimmings, which didn't seem so bad except for a few long strands as Carissa immediately hugged and kissed him as she seated him next to her. He reached up, feeling the ends and pulling some of it forward to get a better look as Carissa pushed his hands away. "Don't mess it up sweetie," said Carissa. "It'll just take some getting used to, but the cut is so cute on you and makes for a perfect every day 'do'. Come on, I'll show you and don't worry we'll dress it up with some bows and frills depending on your outfit that day." Carissa took him by the hand away from the table and into the next room, as it was even more stunning than he thought at seeing his reflection. He didn't lose that much length, but he could never remember his hair hanging so perfectly about two inches above shoulders at any time, even while it was growing. He was now the proud owner of a pin straight shoulder length bob haircut, which had a simple middle part and blunt straight bangs. It was almost a long page boy type look, as his dark hair had an incredible shine as Carissa dropped a headband behind his bangs, pulling the length back behind his ears. "See how cute this looks as an example," said Carissa, before pulling it off and smoothing the bob. "You can do headbands and it shows off your pretty new earrings, or I can pull back the crown. As well, its still long enough that I can do some of those braids you love and plenty more." "I have bbb.bbb. bangs," stuttered Taylor, pulling at them and beginning to sob. "How long will this take to grow? I can't have bbbbb. I look so..so...so?" "Sweetie, I know this was not planned, but you look adorable." Carissa rubbed his back and squeezed him. "When you're older, you can grow them out again but right now you look so precious so there's no rush. Come on, let's go see how Kaylee is doing?" Carissa hugged him again and loved smothering him in kisses as she led him back to Kaylee. He almost couldn't believe his eyes, seeing her now in the same cut as she looked so different. There was a lot more of her hair on the floor now, as she had lost a good eight or ten inches of length as Virginia was finishing up. He had to be dreaming he thought, seeing her smiling when the cape came off as she immediately hugged him and Carissa snapped a few pictures of them side by side as Virginia hugged them goodnight and left. "Mommy," Whispered Kaylee in Carissa's ear, going on and on. "Oh, if Craig says it's ok honey," said Carissa looking over at him. "That's a wonderful idea. Why don't you ask him?" "You ask him," Kaylee shyly told her mother. "Ok, silly," said Carissa, looking over at Craig and winking. "So Kaylee would like to know if Taylor could sleep over tonight? I thought that might be a good idea, seeing as how exhausted they both are after all their fun, and then their little mishap. What do you say Craig?" He looked over at Taylor, who had little fight left in him, looking wiped out and then Carissa, with her hands folded and batting her lashes at him. "Sounds great," said Craig. "Good, I'll get Taylor one of Kaylee's night gowns, and while I get the girls settled in, why don't you open a bottle of wine. It'll be nice to have a little adult time," said Carissa taking them by the hands. Carissa dug through Kaylee's drawers and handed Taylor a night gown, almost happy to take it and let the day end. He went into the bathroom, looking at the pink and yellow silk shirt, stripping and pulling it over his head as he almost didn't care anymore he was so tired. He sat on the toilet, bending his trapped little soft shaft, relieving a little tinkle as he felt ready to cry when he looked down at his panties sitting on the floor across his painted toes. He glanced to his left, feeling ill as he shook his head, watching his bob sway gracefully and almost crying at the sight in the mirror. He stood watching the nightgown almost hit the floor and reached down, pulling his panties back up. How could this have gone so far he thought as he exited the bathroom and Carissa greeted him with a big kiss goodnight and he climbed into the white poster bed next to Kaylee. As the light switched off, Kaylee began talking and giggling but he barely said a word as it had never felt better to pass out asleep.