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Chapter seven: The incident Let me tell you about the incident but please forgive me, it was such an ordeal that I totally lost track of time. 1 The men's room The last I remember was 12:20; I excused myself to go use the washroom and she said it was near the door. It just took a second to find it and I went in not realizing that I absent-mindedly went into the Men's room. She saw I went into the wrong washroom and that I didn't come out. "Did she intend to use that room?" Initially, she was very surprised, and it was over a half minute to guess why I might do this. She was embarrassed that she was so gullible that she was tricked like a fool. But by the time she walked the short distance to the washroom door to confront me she had thought up a mischievous plan for revenge. It was going to be devastating for a boy but delightful if I was the girl that I was pretending to be. She slowly opened the men's room door ready to close it at any hint of being occupied. She saw my shoes under the stall and that there was no one else in the room. A lady's high heel shoes appeared in front of my stall a few seconds later and I wondered who it could be. Then my insides turned to jelly as I realized who it was and that she was here because I was in the men's room. How could I be so stupid? I was instantly embarrassed and scared that I had been found out. As you can imagine I had a sudden sensation of depression. I didn't know what to do next so I just said, "I can explain." But I just couldn't get any words out. I was petrified because I have been discovered and I knew it was too late to talk my way out of this situation. She knocked gently and waited a few seconds before softly saying "Penny I need you to come out so I can take you to the lady's room. Don't be nervous child." Why was she being nice to me? Did she think a girl wouldn't notice the urinals? How could she not be mad? A boy dishonored her dignity and soiled the clean pureness of her private sanctuary. Her tone made me doubt my own words and think there was a small possibility she is so trusting that she still thinks I am an innocent girl. I paused and figured no matter what, I had to do as she asked or she could call security. Sure I was in the men's room but I was wearing a bra and panties. They would for sure call home. I had to submit now because it couldn't be as bad as calling home. Little did I know just how life changing it was going to be. I stood up and wiped then flushed. A few seconds later I was zipped and came out. She looked shocked as I stood in front of her and my thoughts began to tighten. I just hung my head in shame even though it was not intentional. It happened totally by accident. I did not expect that buying a bra would take longer than ten minutes so I never made a plan up for using the washroom. I was really annoyed with myself for not thinking ahead about this strictly routine action. After she regained her composure, she took my arm really hard and I got nervous thinking she was going to spank me. She drags me outside and I imagine everyone was now looking at me. She didn't say anything so no one even noticed a lady and child coming out of the wrong washroom. She was silent but her look made me feel that she was thinking, "Shame on you! I am very disturbed about this betrayal. I have taken all the bullying from you that I am going to take. What a dirty trick you pulled. Shame on you. You are the most horrible person who walked on two legs playing this wicked game on me." 2 The ladies room She starts dragging me into the ladies washroom and I say "but now I don't need to go because I have finished." She retaliates by saying "Pretty girls wash their hands. Besides I need to check your bra. It sure is a good thing I am here. Just think of the mess you would be in if I left this up to your mother." I wondered if she really meant to say that or she just blurted it out. She immediately pulled off my shirt. Then she looked me over, but didn't say anything for at least a minute. I stood there like a prize turkey just before Thanksgiving. Then she gave a smile that wasn't quite right and it shivered me more than being without my shirt. I watched as she opened her purse and took out a lipstick. She slowly twisted the bottom as to prolong the distress since I just knew she would put it on me. The lipstick was way too red for any child to wear but she had a look in her eye that I could not shake. Then she commanded, "Pout." I did nothing and she held up the lipstick higher. "Penny, look at me and pout like you are going to kiss your boyfriend." I reminded her that I do not like boys but that just seemed to irritate her. "Pout! Or I'll bring in a boy so I can see for myself." I reluctantly followed her orders and soon she had that sneering smile again. I cringed to look into the mirror but I had to see the damage. Now I was wearing lipstick that did a lot more than emphasize my lips. It was as if I was advertising that I wanted to be noticed like some desperate girl. She took out the matching nail polish and did my baby finger. She handed me the bottle and told me to do the rest and she will be back in a few minutes. I asked her for my shirt. She just said when I am done my nails to do my toe nails. There isn't much I can say standing in the lady's room wearing lipstick and a bra without any shirt. Even if I took the bra off, lipstick and no shirt would be noticed by everyone. When she came back I was very relieved. No one had come in but I sure didn't know how long my luck would hold. I was curious why she didn't inspect my work and just placed a small box on the counter. 3 My buddies She took out a small bag of brown jelly and held it under hot water for a quarter minute then she put it back in the box and did a second one. Not satisfied, she did this a second time. Then she lifted up my bra so it was high on my chest and turned back to the box. She opened a tiny box that and pulled out a bottle then dabbed two dozen drops on one jelly bag then the other. She carefully lifts one to my breast and pulls that side of my bra over it so it was held in place then she does the second side. She says we have to wait thirty seconds before I blend it. I am not sure what she means but I see two small bumps that look like girl's breasts under my bra. She says "These are your breast buddies. Girls wear these while their budding breasts are emerging." Before I can think of anything to say she adds, "Now you sure look sweet." A whole minute later she then completely takes off my bra and the buddies are fastened to my chest. I am about to touch one and she swats and says "Not now." Then she takes the tube again and squeezes out a tiny layer above then below each buddy. "There they should be good for an hour or more now without falling off." I saw that the tube said nail glue but I didn't say anything. She has me wait for two minutes standing there with these things on my chest and all I could think about was someone coming in and seeing me. She teased me, "What will girls at your school think if they could see you now?" Then she had me put on my bra three times before giving me my shirt. We had practiced putting on a bra when I have imaginary breasts. I had to pretend letting my breasts fall into place before doing it up. Now I had my own breasts but mine were small so they really didn't fall into the cups. I felt like a real girl as they did hold the bra in place while I did up the back. The bra even stayed in place and didn't ride up when I lifted my arms. It had annoyed me before when I had to pull it back down after riding up but I just figured girls just have to get used to that up until they grow their breasts. I told her, "These things are amazing and they will hold up for an hour?" She replied, "They are not things; they are a part of girl Penny; a part of you. Now repeat after me: my breasts are amazing. I love having breasts. I love looking like a mature girl. I wish my breasts were bigger." I repeated it and thanked her. Then she said, "You are going to look like a grown up girl for at least an hour." 4 Can I go home now? Then I had a sudden anticipation of what would happen when I got home wearing lipstick and fingernail polish. "Thank you very much," I declared, "but I have to take it all off so I can go home now or I will be the ridicule of my brothers for a month." "Oh dear", she falsely said, "of course you are right." Then she added, "Would you object if I got help? I really have to get back to the shop now. A friend of mine works at the beauty salon and I will get her to squeeze you in as a favor to me. My boss will be terribly upset if I don't return promptly after lunch especially since I gave you that complementary boob job. You don't mind do you if she takes off your pretty makeup?" All I could answer was I guess not. She didn't wait for my answer and took me by the hand like a little kid into the Sears beauty parlor. Along the way she shared her secrets ... stand up straight, take smaller steps and just let my hips slip naturally back and forth. We walked in and she was acknowledged with a nod by the lady stylist that was working on a woman customer. She told me to go read some comics and Gloria will be right with you. I had red lipstick and nail polish standing in a beauty salon wearing a padded bra so I was glad to sort of hide in the corner behind some comic books. She stood by the front counter while her friend cashed out the woman then greeted her. I heard them talking, but could not make out what they were saying at first. Then they came closer and I heard her say, "The dear is having a really hard day, buying a bra for the first time today just to go to a party with girls. You remember what it was like at that age trying to impress the popular girls." The stylist replied, "The makeup is a bit much." I started turning red upon hearing that. It wasn't my fault that she made me wear it to parade my boldness throughout the store. I did not know if she meant it as punishment but I felt it was on purpose. I was hoping she did it to boost Penny's confidence of having people stare at her. 5 Cleaning me up She said, "We were hoping you could fix that; I'll pay for it of course." "Of course not," Gloria answered, "I will have time to pierce her ears and pluck her eyebrows. Later I will have time to dye her hair blond with long pink hair extensions like all the girls love." Gloria then added, "My treat of course." She said, "That is way over the top. Imagine going home blond with pink extensions. I think Sweetie would rather keep it simple." I was glad when Gloria said, "The customer is always right." I was too far gone already and needed to neutralize myself. I needed the makeup and nail polish off. I needed the padding to come off and to take off my bra. I needed to return Brenda's shoes and new tights and put on my own clothes. I needed to become a boy before my parents found out about my adventure. Sure it fascinated me but there would be no way I could even explain the blond hair without the pink extensions. Besides girls at our school just don't have pink extensions or even pink highlights. I sure didn't want anyone at school to notice me, especially boys. She came over and stood beside me. I looked up from the comic and she patted me on the head saying, "I'll run along now. Gloria will take extra special care of you." For some reason I started to regret it now that I was going to have to give up my new makeup. I knew it had to be done and soon but it did make me feel more like a girl. "Goodbye Gloria. Goodbye forever Buck." The stylist then said "Goodbye Charlotte" then introduced herself as Gloria before asking me, "Who's Buck?" I was going to say me but instead I said "She was just making a joke." Gloria looked puzzled but didn't inquire further. She ushered me into a pink smock before removing my shirt. Then she insisted on my pants also. It just didn't make sense. I would have never guessed that patrons were required to take off their clothes in a beauty salon. I hesitated and she says I can leave if I don't have time to comply. I really wanted to leave but I was anchored in place by the lipstick. I have to justify it so it doesn't seem so bad, "My pink tights do not look that out of place with this pink smock." I have on too much make up and a padded bra and pink tights under a pink smock while sitting in a beauty salon chair. A shiver goes up my back even though the chair is still warm from the last customer. I think, "At least she would never guess a boy would ever allow himself to be this girlish." She goes to make a phone call. While she is doing that I distract my mind from the fact I am way too far to be able to explain myself, I force myself to think that up until now I never knew the saleslady was named Charlotte. 6 Changing earrings She poked my ear and asked me how I glued them on. I couldn't pretend that I didn't know what she meant so I just said with clear nail polish. She replied clever but you are too pretty for that. I thanked her and secretly thanked my luck that she thinks I am a girl. She rubbed my ears with nail polish remover solution saying, "Pulling them off will rip open your skin. It would look even worse because your earrings are not at the same level but I am here to fix that." I hadn't thought of that but said nothing while she massaged the solution on to my lobes. A minute or so later one came off and then the other. She cleaned them with alcohol rubs then poked each side with a pencil and said, "Done, let's have a look at you." She cupped my chin in her hands and inspected my ears more closely before saying they look fine now. Just then there was a phone call and Gloria goes to answer. "That is pretty drastic. Are you sure?" and in a moment, "OK. The customer is always right." She comes back and says, "Lucky girl." without explaining anything. She pokes each ear twice again with the pencil. She put a tool over each ear and said, "Inspection time." She looked closely at each ear then BANG! It happened before I was aware of it and a single stinging jab seemed to inflame both my ears at the same time. In a second my brain caught up and I cried out causing her to apologize, "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" I protested that I didn't want pierced ears and she said, "But you look so pretty." I was horrified how I could explain this even though I was overjoyed that it was done. Then I said I don't want to look pretty. She said OK the customer is always right. She took out the earrings. She put the gun instruments back on my ears then again she said, "Inspection time." She looked closely at each ear again then BANG! I cried instantly complaining that really hurts. I say I can't go home with pierced ears because my mother would kill me. She took out the earrings again and rubbed solution on them. It was hard to tell her emotions but they seemed to say that I really didn't have any say in it. But they also seemed like she did want to help me when she said, "If you are a good girl then I will do my magic so your mother won't be able to see your new earrings," then she added again, "but then you have to be a good girl. OK?" I didn't have any choice because now I really needed her help hiding the earring holes plus she still hadn't taken off my makeup. I reluctantly said I would be good but I do not want to look so feminine. She repeated her little 'The customer is always right' speech. 7 Plucked eyebrows Then she took out tweezers and started plucking my eyebrows. I said, "Please don't, it hurts and my mother will notice if I look different." She said, "Ridiculous; you won't look different; you'll just look prettier. Besides you don't have a choice unless you want to leave now." I pleaded, "No thanks. I really do appreciate all you are doing for me but I really do not want plucked eyebrows. I just can't go home like that." She said she was such an expert that my mother will think it is perfectly natural for me to have pretty eyebrows like all the other girls. I really wanted to trust her but I just couldn't guarantee that Mother wouldn't notice. It was basically done now and all I could do was hope she would be able to nullify, or at least camouflage the changes. The slightest hint of anything different would cause a landslide of disaster. "The swelling in your ears is down so I need to do a final inspection." Of course I never suspected what she was doing even though she did it twice before. However the memory of how much it hurt before made me cringe. BANG. I was embarrassed that I couldn't keep myself from squealing in pain. She was starting to get upset with me and said, "Don't be such a baby." Then she took the earrings that she used to first pierce my ear, showed them to me and said, "They are so pretty you should be happy.", as she put them into my ears. Then she took a pair of gold hoops and showed them to me before she put them in and wiggled them to show me how they move. 8 Permanent? Almost sinisterly she smiled and said, "Now you will permanently be a girl, a pretty girl with pink earrings." I shook my head 'NO' but the dangling hoops jiggled 'YES' which helped emphasize her words of my doom, 'Now you will permanently be a girl'. I wasn't sure how they could dangle because I didn't see her take out the studs. However my mind sure wasn't on that little mystery, I was too miserable and wouldn't stop crying. That word permanent was like an unbelievable catastrophe. Even now, I can't be sure if the tears came from having tiny hairs pulled from my eyebrows and holes punched through my ears or if I was beginning to understand this was a permanent commitment to a new feminine persona. "You are so pretty now. Being watched and admired will become like a routine to you. So many boys will follow you around and chat you up that you will have a boyfriend in no time. You will get to do the mature things that older girls get to do." Exasperated I said that I don't like boys. She said that will change in a week or two. I shook my head and was reminded again of my permanent situation. I was so frustrated that I practically screamed, "I will never like boys!", and burst out crying again. 9 Charlotte returns Charlotte came in and quickly said, "Sweetie are you still in there? Did I interrupt you?" Then she held up the hat that she had put on her shelf and added, "I am glad I caught up to you Sweetie. Is Gloria making you pretty? Here is the hat you forgot." Then she saw me along with how hard I was crying and then secretly smiled. Pretending concern she said, "Did something happen to upset my little pet? What is wrong pretty one?" Then she touches my ear and asked in a very timid voice, "What's... what's going on here? Why did you ask Gloria to pierce your ears?" I just couldn't understand why she was blaming this on me. I just was too embarrassed to say anything so she spoke. "I thought you didn't want to be noticed. Wow, triple piercing is really brave of you and even girls are rarely that brave. You know they may diminish some but mostly they are permanent! If that's what you want, okay, but if you're trying to be discrete you have to watch what you ask for." I never caught the words but later as I was going the whole day over in my mind I realized that she said "...even girls..." which I now take to mean 'actual girls and not pretending boys' so it was like the whole thing was planned. I should have felt angry or betrayed but I loved the way I looked and felt guilty that I liked it. I asked Charlotte why she was turning me into a girl. That confirmed her suspicions but she didn't let on. She said that she told Gloria not to do it. "You remember hearing me say that don't you? You wouldn't think I'd do anything to harm an innocent girl would you? You don't think I would give you away do you?" Then before I had a chance to say anything, Gloria rebutted "You said not to do the blond and pink extensions. You said go ahead for the rest of the makeover. You should have been more specific and anyway girls like that stuff." I was not sure if this was on purpose or not; or if it was Charlotte or Gloria's idea. 10 Are you a boy? I was unbelievably disheartened when Gloria attacked me with the mortifying question; "Are you a girl?" I wasn't even able to move my head. "Are you a boy?" she continued while depressing me even more, "A real girl likes to be noticed for her beauty." How could I argue with that? I can't even argue with, "If you didn't want to be pretty then, why did you even come into a beauty parlor?" Then Charlotte set her straight, "Girly girls like that stuff and Sweetie isn't a girly-girly yet. This is Sweetie's first day even wearing a bra." She tuned to me and said, "I bet you don't even own a dress that isn't borrowed." I shook my head no. Gloria digs in like a dog at a bone, "What about that makeup? It is redder than cheerleaders and prom queens. Shy girls just don't wear glorious red lipstick." And she has a vicious bite, "Are you sure you're not a boy? If you claim not to be this girlie girl then who are you? A girly boy?" The truth always hurts the most. Charlotte countered Gloria in spurts, "That was my bad idea."; "We were just playing a little game."; "I am so sorry I confused you."; "It was entirely my fault." Then she added, "It is very traumatic being a boy one day and a girl the next. Look at the poor dear." Then Charlotte turned to me and politely asked, "How can we make it up to you?" I looked at Gloria with the saddest eyes I could muster, "Gloria said she could hide my earrings." Charlotte looked right at me and said, "Done." Then she glared at Gloria in a 'fights over and you lost' sort of way and said, "I need you to fix this right away." She knew she was beaten and Gloria apologetically said, "My boss's mother will be here in less than five minutes but she will be done in about an hour. I will put off all the other appointments until pretty Penny is satisfied." Then the statement that I was beginning to hate, "The customer is always right." Charlotte tells me to wait outside and she will take me for an ice cream in a minute because it will make me feel better. I felt relieved but I still couldn't be sure if they knew and this was on purpose. I needed to believe that they were going to do the right thing and fix my earrings. I just had to trust her. I was becoming a wreck and I needed to relax enough to enjoy the best or worst day of my life while I still had a chance. 11 The photos Along the way we pass a coin operated photo booth. She stops and starts digging in her purse. I don't realize it is for me until she says, "Climb inside Sweetie you will need a souvenir of this day." I tell her "No, thanks." I really wanted to see myself with real pierced earrings especially before I had to get my makeup removed. And if I could hide them there would be no harm in keeping them. This started to fascinate me thinking I could even control my femininity then Charlotte found it a lot easier to convince me. She says, "Of course you do. You have had the most glorious day of your life and we need to remember it properly." I don't look very happy. She says, "Gloria is going to turn you back into a boy so we need a before and after shot" I still don't look happy. Then she adds "If you don't stay a girl it may be a long time before you come back and visit me." She says, "You know the Cinderella story is something like this. She wore the most beautiful clothes that she never wore before. She had the most glorious day of her life. And in one hour it is going to be over.", as she is ushering me inside. There is a girl in the mirror inside. She has bright red lipstick, triple pierced ears, and red polished fingernails. Two minutes later we had four photographs of her. Charlotte kept two and gave me two as well. Then Charlotte gets excited and says Cinderella needs a dress for her next photograph while dragging me back into Sears. I can only imagine I am going to be wearing a dress in the next photo. I really want to wear the dress and even the photo but I totally want to hide my earrings and bright lipstick. Actually she gets me a dress, garter belt, nylons, and a new pair of pumps with one inch kitten heels. She has me wear them to the counter and while she is purchasing them she picks up a small white purse. Once outside she says if I don't want to wear it to school then we can return them later. I think what a lovely dream; what a horrible nightmare. Then she adds, "We have to hurry to get your photograph before we go back to the beauty salon. Gloria will be finished soon. I really don't want to leave and she says, "You need to practice walking like a girl." I try and think if she knows but then she continues, "They sure are not expecting to see a pretty girl in such a beautiful dress. No one is sure going to recognize you." I let her flatter me into going for another set of four photographs. Then she wants an additional set for herself. I started to wonder how late it was getting and asked how soon we could go back to Gloria. She said as soon as we get a third set of photographs for Gloria. I didn't have a lot of choice so I tried to look sweet enough that Charlotte would be satisfied and we could go. 12 Back at the salon I ask Charlotte, "Can I take this dress off before we go to the salon? It is so pretty and I don't want to get it mussed." She answers, "But Sweetie, Gloria will want to see your pretty dress also." I say, "But I need to get going home soon." I look disappointed when she suggested that nothing was keeping me if I had to go home now. She instantly says if I am good and want to wear my dress home then she will drive me. I figure that will save me an hour or so plus then I won't have to take all my packages on the bus and with my new dress and everything I have a lot of packages. This relaxes me enough to be led into the beauty parlor wearing my dress. Besides it will be fun going home in a dress. Gloria says, "If your hair was long enough then no one would notice your earrings." That made sense to me but she couldn't be thinking about a wig. That would be too girly and could easily come off. Curiously I ask, "How's that?" "With hair extensions; not much but just enough to cover your earrings; your hair will barely look longer so no one will even notice." I unconfidently ask, "Are you sure about that?" She simply replies, "Of course; I am a professional; 'The customer is always right'." I echo her saying as she says it. She brings up a cart with a whole tray of loose hair as I sit on her stylist chair. She starts gluing it on and I say the hair is too long. She assures me that it is better to get it too long to make it easier to trim to the perfect size. I trust her too much and she finds it easy to manipulate me. She is very methodical and I am patient as she does her magic. An hour later I have a beautiful wealth of hair way past covering my hoop earrings. She told me the length would be there for the rest of the summer if I took care of it. Then she starts to curl them up in rollers. I ask why and she says, "It is easier to increase the length if I cut them too short." I like getting my hair curled in a beauty parlor wearing a dress so I am a bit reluctant to complain any more. I even get to sit under a beauty parlor hood dryer for fifteen minutes of absolute dreamland. Then back in her chair she undoes all my rollers bringing me back into reality. She trims my hair just a bit and it is still way too long. I patiently wait for her to trim it more but she just goes ahead to prove she wants to punish me for not being a girl. 13 Stuck again I'm sure she knew even though nothing was ever said because in an instant she trims my bangs, girl style, with soft curled fringes just above my brows. This was permanent; I couldn't grow my hair back for six months. I have to be a girl for six months. I blurt out, "That's not what I wanted. That's a girl's hairstyle." She just pacifies, "No one is even going to notice." I plead, "Please I can't go home like this." She pretends to be concerned that I look ever so pretty and says, "This is a very popular hairstyle and your mother is going to love it." I am so upset that I forget than I was pretending and say, "She's going to hate it. I look like a girl; I look exactly like a girl with a girl's hairstyle; she's going to hate me for pretending to be a girl." Then the dreaded, "The customer is always right." "But sweetie you look so nice." I just say please. She says, "Of course anything for you but we have to close in a few minutes. It is store policy and I can't do anything about that but I can fix up your hair if you want." I say yes please. Then she drops the bombshell, "I won't have time to fix both your extravagant makeup and your cute hair." That takes a few seconds to sink in. I reluctantly have to say, "The makeup please." She replies with good girl and I figure I might be able to mess up my hair later so it won't be so noticeable. My brain just stops while she is working on me. This is even better than I hoped; now I can be a boy when I want and a girl when I want. I tried to fight it before but now I have to admit I like turning into a girl. Well at least for the next twenty minutes until I get home and be me before Mother finds out about Penny's new dress. I was getting a little panicky because I starting to wonder how late it was getting since they were closing. Before I had a chance to ask Charlotte comes in and says all my presents are packed up in her car. "My but Gloria did such a good job. You look almost exactly as you did this morning. Of course you are going to grow your gorgeous hair as long as possible, aren't you Sweetie, then we can try the latest new hairstyles?" I reluctantly agreed, "If you say so." Charlotte ushers me out so quickly that I don't see that Gloria has replaced my makeup with a much milder but still noticeable version. Then on the way home she explains why I will be wearing my bra to school for the next few weeks.