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Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 2 "Auntie B, I really have to uumm uuumm tinkle now," said Chris as Jeanine was stroking the clear coat on the other hand. "Krissy, you're fine and your nails are wet honey," said Mrs. Baker switching off the water. "Don't focus on that." "No I really have to," said Chris, panicking. "Wiggle honey," said Jeanine blowing on his fingers as he wiggled his fanned out hands now. "She's fine Jeanie," said Mrs. Baker giving him a look. "She's just a bit of a drama queen at times." "Ohhh uuuuuuuhhh," said Chris as he tried standing he felt a warm rush into his underwear as he started wildly waving both hands letting out a small girlie type squeal as he looked down, totally embarrassed. "You ok honey?" Jeanine asked, puzzled as he looked down, realizing nothing leaked to the floor. "Yes, sorry." "I just..I just..." "She just gets so excited easily," said Mrs. Baker interrupting. "Right honey?" "I just love the nail color so much." "Me too sweets. Excuse me a moment please," said Jeanine, hearing her phone buzzing as she answered it, getting excited. "I'm next door. Bring her right over." "She's here?" asked Mrs. Baker. "Yes my little Kayla is here!" Jeanine was thrilled and running towards the door. "I'm so excited. I'll get it Doris." Jeanine answered the door, immediately hugging her son in law and then Kayla stepped in from behind him. "Hello everyone," said the man. "Thanks again Mrs. Baker for helping with the dress. Sorry I have to leave and run, but I'm off to the airport. See everyone soon and please behave, Kayla." He waved to everyone as he hurried off as Chris was frozen staring at Kayla. "Kayla, hurry over here and meet Krissy and Mrs. Baker," Jeanine gave her a nudge. "Say thank you to her as this is the nice lady that's been making you the perfect dress." "Oh Kayla, you really changed a lot," said Mrs. Baker stunned, seeing her as she came over hugging her. "She's really had a growth spurt I see." "Yes, I hadn't seen her either, but certainly she's matured," said Jeanine a bit surprised. "Haven't you sweetie?" "I guess?" Kayla replied with a sour look on her face. "Can I have some of that pie now too?" "One minute Kayla! Now give Krissy a hug and be mindful that her nails might still be wet," said Jeanine, bringing over Kayla by the hand. It was annoying as Kayla came over, practically knocking Chris over as she hugged him so tightly. He kept his fingers fanned out, happily not having to hug back and it was so weird as she looked him over. She towered over him by maybe three inches, and probably outweighed him by twenty or thirty pounds. She was already a full figured girl on the very chunky side in a pastel dress that stretched at the seams from her girth. Her hair sat in curls behind a thick headband, and her nails matched her dress perfectly. "She's not in my dress is she?" said Kayla with a bit of attitude. "That's the color I asked for, and I remember we looked at those bows like that in the catalog?" "No dear, yours will be a little different," said Mrs. Baker. "Good thing you're here tonight though, as I think we'll need to take a few measurements again and make some alterations to our original plan honey." "Ok but maybe after pie," said Kayla sitting down next to Anthony at the table. "How about please young lady?" said Jeanine lecturing her. "She's so spoiled!" "It's fine Jeanine," said Doris serving her. "But we will need to take those measurements before you go." "I guess so," said Jeanine, giving Doris a surprised look. "Sometimes my daughter can be a bit clear headed as she didn't mention my little Kayla's growth spurt." "Don't worry Jeanine. I'll take care of it," said Mrs. Baker sighing. "I'll just need to get busy on that tonight though." "I understand but I feel bad," said Jeanine nodding at her friend. "Then Doris, you have to let me take Krissy out with me and Kayla tonight. In fact why don't you come and we'll have a girls night out with the kids. It'll be so much fun and my treat. We won't make it a late night, so you can get back here for your alterations." "Oh, that'll be tough," said Mrs. Baker. "I'll need the time to work." "You're so difficult, Doris. You never let anyone do anything for you," said Jeanine. "Fine, then I'm taking Krissy out with us and not taking no for an answer." "Jeanine, no that's too much on you," said Mrs. Baker. "She's quite a handful!" "It's nothing, and Kayla would love a little friend," said Jeanine. "Right girls?" "Yes, yes!" yelled Kayla. "Please! Please grandma." "Oh no, I couldn't leave my Auntie all alone?" said Chris looking ready to pass out. "Oh no she has to come out with us," said Kayla, jumping up hugging him. "She'd be like having a little doll as a friend. She's so cute!" "Good, then do you need anything Doris?" said Jeanine. "Well, I'm going to need more fabric now than I thought, unless you like a different color. I've got plenty of other pretty colors," said Mrs. Baker. "No, I want yellow," cried Kayla. "And I want it to be prettier and fancier than Krissy's dress too!" "You ladies are tough," said Anthony, wiping his mouth. "You take the girls Jeanine, and I can drive Doris to the store for fabric. Now enough of this back and forth, as obviously she has some work to do." "Looks like I have no choice here," said Doris, shaking her head and reaching out her hand to Krissy. "Let auntie freshen you up and get my tape to measure while Kayla finishes her pie. Come on." Chris was shivering as Mrs. Baker took him into her bedroom and closed the door. "No Mrs. B," Cried Chris. "Please no, we pulled this off and this should be over." "Ssshhh, the walls are thin and you're wet aren't you?" said Mrs. Baker pointing to her bed. "Just lie back and I'll clean you up." "I'm sorry. I just couldn't..." Chris started to say as she placed her finger over his lips. "It's fine and a good thing you're in this," said Mrs. Baker as he lay down. "Auntie will fix you up and I guess today will be a life lesson for you, won't it. I bet you'll never vandalize again." "No chance," said Chris as she lifted his dress and opened his wet diaper. "Bet you won't pee on my floor again either?" Teased Mrs. Baker, cleaning him up. "Absolutely not," said Chris as she lifted him a touch, placing the new one under his bottom. "Good girl," Mrs. Baker rubbed the ointment all over his private area and adding some powder. He did feel a lot better now, as he heard the tabs close and she helped him sit up. She wasted no time opening the door as he followed her out and was sickened as Jeanine quickly took him by the hand out the door. As they walked towards her car, he immediately held back the urge to pee again, feeling the cool breeze under his dress and realizing he was out in public dressed as a little girl. It was almost dreamlike as he soon found himself in the backseat of her car as Mrs. Baker went off with Anthony. He barely knew them or had little idea where they were headed, except to dinner as he started out the window alarmed at his transparent reflection in view. Before he knew it, they headed into Applebee's and he was sitting with Kayla being handed kids menus. He sat quietly, happy to just color and not think about his situation until he felt an elbow across his ribs. "She's not sharing grandma," whined Kayla. "Look, my red crayon broke and she won't give me hers." "All she had to do was ask," said Chris annoyed, pushing all his crayons her way. "Just because you're bigger than her Kayla doesn't mean you should be rude," said Jeanine, looking at their work. "You really color well Krissy. Maybe you'll be an artist someday. So neat and between the lines for someone your age. Now let's play nice girls." Chris rolled his eyes and was happy to eat his little kids meal. He sat without saying much but pretended not to notice each time Kayla stole some of his fries. He was relieved when they left the restaurant, but almost couldn't believe it when Jeanine pulled up at a park as he looked out, seeing all the kids playing. He was used to riding his skateboard or throwing around the ball, but what the hell could he do dressed like this he thought as she opened the doors letting them out. "Ok have some fun but mind your pretty dresses, girls," said Jeanine as she walked them towards the swings, taking some wipes from her purse, cleaning the metal seats. "You're not exactly dressed for getting dirty." It was so humiliating holding down his dress as Jeanine instructed, while she pushed them from behind on the swings. He got his first lesson on hop scotch as they played harmlessly for quite a while, but luckily he didn't have to worry about too much more activity as Kayla tired easily before they could hit the jungle gym or slides. Finally they returned to the car as Jeanine brought them to her place, as they sat at the table having a snack as it was getting late. "Can she," whispered Kayla to Jeanine. "Can she please?" "Ok, we'll see?" said Jeanine as she took the phone into the other room. "You two have your cookies and I'll be right back." Finally after twenty minutes, Jeanine returned smiling. "Well she said yes, but I had to really not take no for an answer again," said Jeanine. "She's a tough one your aunt, but she's so busy sewing and seemed so tired so I was able to sway her." "Sway her how?" asked Chris, confused. "Oh just for you to have a sleepover," Jeanine tossed them each a nightgown. "This is an old one of Kayla's that should fit you just fine." "But I don't know about this, Jeanine?" Chris said as she went behind him unbuttoning his dress. "I never really sleep out!" "It'll be fine and I'll give you some privacy," said Jeanine, undoing the bow at the back. "Go ahead and change. The bathroom's over there and I know you girls are tired." Chris was mentally exhausted as he wandered into the bathroom, defeated, stepping out of his dress. It did feel better getting out of the shoes and socks, but it was still pretty revolting as he looked at his diapered image in pigtails. He pulled the frilly pink nightgown over his head, immediately annoyed as he stared at the Ariel logo across his chest and the green ruffled layers below his waist. He opened the door exiting as Jeanine awaited, scooping up his clothes and hanging his dress in the closet. She tapped a chair as he walked over, sitting down as she took the bows and ribbons from his hair. He sat there not really knowing what to do as she patiently brushed each side over and over while Kayla changed. "You've got such pretty hair, Krissy," said Jeanine lifting and spraying on a liquid. "With your length let me just try something cute for a minute, so it won't get knotty while you sleep. I know you're getting cranky, but I'll be quick." He wasn't exactly sure what she was doing as she was lifting his semi-damp hair twisting behind his forehead. He could feel it being gathered and getting tighter as she was sectioning and combing, working her way from the front to the back. "I want that too," cried Kayla as she came out in her nightgown. "Don't forget me." "How could I?" Jeanine replied as finally she snapped a band in back and sprayed his head in another fruity lotion one last time. He sat, curiously reaching up his hand and feeling the weird criss crossing on his head as she watched her brush and twist at Kayla's. He couldn't believe how quick she could twist and spin her hair, as in a way it was fascinating seeing not a hair out of place as she snapped in the band. "I love these on you, girls," said Jeanine, giving them a hug. "Now off to bed. Tomorrow's a big day for you Kayla." Kayla happily grabbed Chris, tugging him with her to the guest bedroom. It had been set up for her visit with big pink fluffy pillows, comforter, and some stuffies on the bed. She was thrilled to have him sleep over, but didn't give much space as he teetered on the edge of the bed, trying to sleep. She barely ever shut up, babbling as he did his best tuning her out until finally he fell asleep thankful this day was over with. In the morning, he was startled awake as Kayla jumped on the bed, almost flipping him to the floor as he looked up seeing her chunky body hover over him. "Morning pretty ladies," said Jeanine, flipping on the lights after hearing the commotion. "Looks like you two must have had a blast last night?" "I love sleepovers," said Kayla, sitting down panting as the pillows and sheets were thrown everywhere on the floor. "It was so much fun." "Come have breakfast, girls." Jeanine took them by the hand. As they wandered into the kitchen, Chris felt so relieved just to see Mrs. Baker sitting there having coffee. She hugged him, kissing his forehead and rubbed her hand over his hair. "You're so creative Jeanine," said Mrs. Baker. "This looks so pretty on them, and so perfect even after just waking up." "I figured it would work for this morning, and then later when I take it down, we should have some really nice body to work with," replied Jeanine as they ate. "Plus Kayla's hair has a tendency to frizz so I'd rather keep it tied up while they get their nails done. It's so hot in there." "Our nails done!" screamed Kayla excited. "Both of us! Together?!" "Yes, I thought it would be a special treat for you girls," Jeanine grinned. "This is so exciting, as now you'll have a playmate for the week." "I will?" questioned Kayla, perking up. "Yes, I wasn't going to tell you until I knew you two would get along," said Jeanine. "But now that I see you two have bonded so well, she's going to be here all week too, Kayla! Isn't that wonderful girls?" "That sounds like fun?" said Mrs. Baker, coming over and putting her hands on Chris's shoulder. "Right honey!" "But I just got these nails done yesterday," Chris looked ready to cry as Mrs. Baker shook him a touch to shake his head. "No, that was just me adding a little polish," said Jeanine flicking her wrist. "Your aunt needs more time anyway to finish up, especially now that you're coming with us today." "She is?" asked Kayla, happy then inquisitive. "But she won't be in that yellow dress right? Cause I'm going to be in yellow today right?" "No, she'll be in something totally different than yours honey, and that's why I need more time to finish Krissy's dress," said Mrs. Baker. "You girls go get those fingers looking all pretty, because I'll need every minute to finish Krissy's dress as this was pretty unexpected." "Yes, girls I insisted Doris let her go last night and she's a stubborn old goat, but I finally convinced her. She had me practically begging," said Jeanine with a chuckle. "Now we really do need to get moving girls." "Come back honey, let auntie help change you before you go out," said Mrs. Baker, taking Chris by the hand. "I've got something more casual to wear out." "Great, I'll pick her up in five minutes at your place," said Jeanine, looking at her watch as they headed outside. "I'm about to puke, Mrs. B," said Chris as they went next door to her place. "I can't keep this up another day and she wants a playmate for the week!" "You're fine and of course you can, but you know the consequences if you don't," said Mrs. Baker, pulling the nightgown over his head once the door closed behind them. "Now don't give me a hard time as I'm exhausted. Please let's just get through today and I'll figure out the rest as we go." "The rest?" cried Chris. "Not like the rest of the week! No freaking way Mrs. B! I'll play along again for now, but you have to get me out of it." "Again, you brought all this on yourself dear," replied Mrs. Baker. "I just helped you, and let's get through today." "I didn't ask for that," whined Chris. "This all sucks big time." "You didn't, but you caused this mess didn't you? Now lay down, as I'm in no mood and need sleep badly," said Mrs. Baker, getting pissed and tossing a diaper on the bed. "It's not like you've got a wardrobe, so I've been up all night sewing you this outfit and then making your dress. I'm way too old for all this rushing around, and luckily Payless opens early and they have cheap neutrals that we can get, matching most outfits." "I'm sorry," Chris answered, knowing the drill as she cleaned and powdered his bottom changing him. "I would hope so by now, and I'm sorry to say but this is a good life lesson for you," Mrs. Baker lifted his legs sliding on some soft cotton pants. "I think I learned my lesson after yesterday." Chris looked at Mrs. Baker as she sat him up, quickly pushing his head through a top. "Maybe so, but this is also keeping you under control while I'm busy working," said Mrs. Baker, sliding some shoes over his feet. "And certainly out of trouble I would hope?" "Who could get in trouble looking like this?" said Chris, almost horrified as he stood up looking at his reflection. "My point exactly, young lady!" teased Mrs. Baker, wiping his face with a moist towel. He stood feeling only better that he wasn't in a dress, but there was no mistaking he was about to spend the day as little Krissy, and unfortunately for him Mrs. Baker certainly made sure he looked the part. She certainly was an incredible seamstress, as he was now in a two piece cotton legging set. On his legs were Capri length stretch cotton purple leggings and on top he was in a matching tank. The top was long flowing, half way to his thigh and it ended in three layers of tiered lavender ruffles with silver accents on the edges. Across the top she had ironed on a glittered silver butterfly decal, and in his ears she now placed simple little silver hearts. On his feet were simple white sandals decorated with a few small white rosettes across the ankle straps which felt so peculiar with the front strap between his first two toes. "Please Mrs. B. at least take the knot out of my hair." Chris scratched an itch near his crown. "Yesterday it was really uncomfortable but I felt like everyone stared at my bright dress. I hate them looking right at my face. They'll know I'm a boy, so can I at least get this out now." "I'll take that as some form of backhanded compliment about how pretty your dress looked, but who knew you missed your pigtails," joked Mrs. Baker before she cupped his chin, adding just slightest blush and mascara. "But just give me a second and I'll pretty up that face of yours." "Mrs. B that's not what I meant," whined Chris as she added just a hint of lilac eye shadow. "I know Krissy." Mrs. Baker added a little lip balm. "But this is no knot, as you look adorable in a French braid especially since she beautifully weaved it from the front all the way to the back. She's so talented because all I could have done is braided a pony in the back or given you pigtails again. This is gorgeous work. Here, let me just dress it up and you'll feel better, because there's no time for much else and I wouldn't want to insult Jeanine that you didn't like her hairdo on you." "Like I'm worried about that?" Chris rolled his eyes as she twisted some wire under a big purple flower and then attached it to a metallic headband. She then slid it over the crown of his head and sliced some silver and purple ribbon. He watched as she quickly wound them together, forming an intricate bow and took the end of his braid adding it to the tail. "I'm pretty sure no one was mistaking you for a boy before, but I think this should make you feel even better now. I put your phone in this little purse for you so text me if you have any problems." Mrs. Baker smiled as she placed the strap of a small silver shoulder bag. "As exhausted as I am, I'm glad you asked for those last few little touches. They're adorable on you! Now let's get you to Jeanine, because honestly these yellow nails have to go. They really don't match at all now!" "Oh this sucks wind." Chris stared at his nails, holding the strap before she took his other hand. It was annoying seeing the glimmer from his shiny headband but he kind of understood what she meant, as the extra touches did certainly embellish his girliness. Where yesterday his scalp was on display from his normal middle part, now sat the weaved portion of a top crowned French braid, which was knotted beginning at the middle of his forehead and streamed straight down the back of his head. Not a hair on his head was not entwined into it, although it's streaming view was now broken by the metallic headband at the middle of his head. On the left side of the headband just above his ear, now sat a large matching solid purple sunflower and at the end of his braid the gorgeous ribboned bow. "Oh, I hate you Doris," said Jeanine as they entered. "She always looks so adorable." "I know but of course I didn't forget Kayla," said Mrs. Baker, taking a series of ribbons from her pocket and tying a bow on Kayla. "I didn't know what she'd be in, but white always matches. Now you girls have fun because I need to get back to my sewing machine." Jeanine hugged her now as she took them to her car. He sat listening to Kayla babble non-stop as it was almost a relief as they pulled up in the shopping plaza. He felt that horrible urge in his bladder as he squeezed his legs together, tightly holding it in the moment she led them through the glass door of the crowded nails salon. He knew it was all his nerves, as the strong fumes teased his nasal cavities as he was seated next Jeanine in the lobby as Kayla went in first. He sat anxiously until finally after a while they came for him, as he was now seated next to Kayla as his nail tech began working on him. It didn't take them long to remove his polish and then they shaped and buffed. Before he knew it, he was watching his fingers being coated in a bubble gum pink and his first hand was under the dryer. He glanced over at Kayla while they were coating the second, and from time to time they made eye contact while they were clear coating her nails. "Why are you looking at me like that?" said Kayla with an attitude. "You're staring at the yellow, aren't you?" "Umm no," said Chris wondering why she got pissy. "Yes, you are," said Kayla annoyed. "You've done it like three times. What? You don't like it?" "No, no it's fine," said Chris, not knowing how to deal with her. "Of course it's fine, as you had it on yesterday when you stole my dress," said Kayla, lifting her fingers showing off her nails to him. "But it definitely looks better on me than it did on you don't cha think, and according to my grandmother I'm getting more of a big girl's dress now anyway!" "Kayla, please," sighed Chris as she took her other hand from under the dryer reaching over. "I didn't pick or steal anything. My aunt dressed me and your grandmother did my nails. I didn't ask for any of that?" "Really?" said Kayla, taking out her phone and flipping it towards him. "Doesn't this look like it? And how about this one of you in it? Not exactly the same, but very similar isn't it?" "I guess?" said Chris looking at the shots. "Wait, when did you take that of me?" "Ah yesterday?" said Kayla annoyed, showing him shot after shot. "Remember we posed together and then I just snapped a lot of stuff while we were out. Didn't you see my phone out?" "Yeah, I guess but I didn't realize you were taking shot after shot of me and you?" replied Chris surprised. "Ok, I'm 8?" said Kayla with attitude, snapping a few more shots of him. "I instragram everything? Don't you?" "Not this stupid stuff?" said Chris irritated. "You know you think you're special with this fancy little headband," said Kayla, delicately lifting his headband and dropping it to the floor. "Ooopps." "Kayla," scolded Jeanine from across the room. "That's not called for. Pick that up." "Sorry my nails are too wet grandma, and I can't keep the toe lady waiting." Kayla headed over to the pedicure area with her fingers fanned out. "They weren't too wet to use your phone," said Chris, getting pissed. "I use my prints not my nails, Krissy," teased Kayla walking away. "Guess you should use a few bobbies next time and it won't slide off." "Don't, honey." Jeanine came over preventing Chris from picking it up. "Don't ruin your nails, and I'm sorry as she can be a little nasty sometimes. You just relax and enjoy dear. I'll deal with her nonsense and rudeness!" Chris could care less, trying to avoid the issue as finally he was on his way to have his toes done. She basically ignored him as he sat next to her, feeling the cotton between his toes. Finally when she was done, she got up and came over as he sat there giving him a hug. "I'm sorry, Krissy," said Kayla, texting on her phone. "I guess I just get stupid sometimes. What's your number so I can text you a few cute pics of us. Look at my new BFF?" She spun her phone now, scrolling some through some pictures of them together that she animated with hearts and BFF logos. "Umm, well," said Chris reluctantly as she gave him a weird look as he hesitated. "Ok its...333-......" "Cool, they're on the way but promise me we'll at least have different hair later," said Kayla, pulling at her ribbon. "I've so had it with this braid." "Kayla, enough," scolded her grandmother, coming back over and stoppng her. "Please just give it a rest and we'll fix all that later." "Fine," spouted Kayla. "But I'm not settling for any crappy hairdo later grandma. If my dress is going to be fancier than Krissy's was yesterday, than I need something better than this stupid braid." "Of course you do honey," said her grandmother, lifting her chin looking at her. "I'd never let my two favorite princesses out looking anything less than fabulous would I?" "Ok, then we feel much better now, right Krissy?" said Kayla with a big grin. "Oh yeah," said Chris rolling his eyes. "Much?" It was only about ten minutes more until finally their nails were finished as Janine took each of them by the hand and headed out of the nail salon. It was actually nice to get a bit of fresh air away from the pungent smells as they headed down the side walk of the outdoor shopping plaza, and then Chris looked up seeing the large window filled with plush toys. "Go in girls!" said Jeanine. "Come on. It'll be my little treat." "I love this place!" screamed Kayla as she tugged Chris right inside as the door swung open. Kayla couldn't have been more excited as Chris soon found himself inside, picking from a series of soft bears and then adding the stuffing. He shook his head, remembering back when he did it many years earlier, dressing his bears in football gear except now he was picking from frilly outfits, accessories and shiny shoes. It was ever so strange dressing his bear like some little princess and then even stranger when they finished, realizing he and Kayla were being seated to have lunch with their new stuffy friends. "Happy now honey," asked Jeanine, patting Kayla. "Almost grandma," said Kayla, pulling out her bow and pointing at the one she put on her bear. "Please? I've had enough of this and I want to match my stuffies. You bought us the accessories packages, right?" "Fine you two little pests, and of course I did. I got both of you the matching accessory sets," said Jeanine with a giggle, spinning around Kayla as she undid her braid. "I wanted the braids in while you got your nails done, but now that you're done I guess I can ease up on you a bit, and you both would look adorable matching your furry friends." It really didn't take more than a minute as she undid Kayla's braid and quickly picked at her hair with her fingers. Chris wasn't sure what all the fuss was about, but instantly noticed how full and wavy the braid had made Kayla's hair, as it was now fanned out on her back. Her grandmother then opened the bag she had bought and removed a plastic coated bundle with all sorts of accessories laid out on a cardboard packaging, as Chris didn't realize she had bought all this. She then ripped open the plastic wrapper for Kayla's bear and within seconds placed a small necklace over her head and proceeded to change her earrings. He looked over, realizing the earrings were the same little ivory pearl types that she had put on her bear and watched as Jeanine untwisted a large headband from the cardboard packaging and then took a brush from her bag. She got a bit in his line of sight for a moment as she brushed Kayla's hair away from her face before dropping on an oversized thick glittery headband with a matching attached bow on Kayla, which perfectly matched the bow on her bear. He gulped knowing what was inevitable, as a series of bracelets and two rings were placed on Kayla before she proceeded to turn her attention to him as she undid his braid. It was nauseating enough as she quickly finger brushed his hair at the back of his head and once she pulled off his headband, he could see it looking fuller out of the corner of his eyes. He glanced down at his bear, taking better notice of the things he had placed on it, never realizing what he had picked mattered at all as he had just rushed selecting things, with no thought just trying to getting it over with. He stared at the back of the cardboard package, seeing the backs of posts, silver clips and wire ties as he watched her pull off a few items. She started changing his earrings instead of his hair and then dropped a necklace on him as he could do little but sit there feeling anxious. It all happened so quickly, as in the blink of an eye she lifted his right hand and suddenly a bracelet clasp closed around his wrist, followed by the first ever ring he had on his middle left finger. He was almost used to having his hair brushed by her now as she quickly brushed it away from his face, but never before had he felt something snap at each temple as the little pop startled him. "Sorry to startle you Krissy, but these are adorable on you dear," said Jeanine, brushing from ear to ear before he felt an even louder snap just behind the top of the back of his head. "I'll be right back with cupcakes for you two." He tried not to think about how annoying all this was as he sat and the finished their pizza. It was ridiculous as he played along with Kayla, talking to their stuffed friends and sipping their drinks. When they finished their cupcakes, he thought it was a relief leaving the store, but it was only short-lived as he carried his bear from store to store shopping with the girls. "Oh this is too weird," Chris mouthed to himself, feeling the back of his head. He caught a quick profile view at himself in the store's window, gently shaking his head, sickened as he watched the soft thick waves shimmy across his back and noticed something in glittery pink. He was used to his hair being loose, but it was usually stringy and greasy, as never before did it have any bounce or body as his momentary stare was quickly broken by Kayla, as she grabbed his hand yanking him into the store. Most of it wasn't that bad, as it just browsing at all kinds of outfits and shoes that they didn't buy, but where it really got annoying when they entered Claire's as he almost gagged, seeing his full reflection as Kayla was filling a small shopping basket with tons of costume jewelry. He stood there ready to vomit, seeing the sparkle from the tiniest pink gemstone which centered the small silver teddy bear earrings which were now in each lobe and the dainty matching necklace that sat on his chest. At each temple now sat a silver barrette with the same pink gemstones tightly held the front of his hair, framing a simple middle part and then from the crown backward there was no part visible, as it was pulled back tightly. He twisted slightly, getting a better look now at the sparkly pink silk bow attached to a hidden clip which held his hair back off, securely separating the flat section of his hair from the voluminous waves which flowed down behind his ears. "I like these earrings too," said Kayla, breaking his gaze and holding necklace against him. "I'm sure if I ask my grandmother, she will buy me those too." "I'm sure," said Chris, rolling his eyes as he soon found himself quickly accessorized in a series of sparkly bracelets, a few more rings, a kids watch, and a silver necklace with a rhinestone "K" now hanging around his neck below his teddy bear. He wasn't even sure what else she had bought, but she had accumulated a number of small bags and then back they went into stores they had previously been in, as Kayla fought with her grandmother constantly as they couldn't agree on much, and she only bought a few more things. "You're just too difficult, Kayla," said her grandmother as they got in the car. "You've got to be a little more flexible on your choices or we'll never get anything." "No, I'm not grandma," said Kayla, folding her arms buckled in as they drove off. "I hate a lot of that stuff and I'm not wearing it. You'll just have to make Mrs. Baker make me more stuff." "She can't make everything, and most of what she makes is very dressy," said Jeanine. "It's not for every day wear honey." "Why not? Krissy's all dressed up, so I want that too," said Kayla, annoyed. "Even her casual outfits are dressy and I want that too!" "Well you'll be dressed up all pretty tonight, so let's just take one day at a time ok?" Jeanine explained. "I expect you'll both look beautiful later, and it's not a contest. I expect best friends to always support each other ok girls?" "Yes grandma," said Kayla, looking over and taking Chris's hand as he nodded giving a little fake grin. "We will." Finally they arrived back at Jeanine's place, as they sat down watching some television. He preferred watching different shows, but it was just a relief to sit there without being out and about, as Kayla sat their bears next to each other like they were watching along. He was dying to kick off these annoying shoes and lounge out, but he tried not to look down at his outfit or painted toes. After about an hour of annoying Disney sitcoms, he was actually happy as Kayla got called into the bedroom and was gone for a good half hour or more. Finally the doorbell rang as Kayla sprinted out from the bedroom dressed now in a salmon bathrobe with a head full of plastic green curlers, answering the door. "Well hello Kayla," said Mrs. Baker, coming in carrying in two enormous garment bags. "So it seems like you girls had a nice day I hear." "Yes, it was amazing," said Kayla, excited as she hug them on a door frame well elevated off the ground. "So can I see it? Is it time. I'm dying to try it on." "Patience, sweetie," said Jeanine coming in and hugging Mrs. Baker. "She's so damn excited." "I am grandma!" said Kayla, practically jumping. "I can't wait to be all dressed up, and it's going to be so much fun with my best friend coming too. So is it time! Can I put it on now!" "It's still too early, and I haven't even finished your hair yet," said Jeanine looking at her watch. "Go sit under my bonnet dryer another half hour or so, when you're finished I should be almost done with Krissy." "Girls need time to get ready honey, and its best not to rush so you can look your best," said Mrs. Baker, patting her shoulder and then walking over towards Chris. "Here you take a peek while I check on that new best friend of yours." "Hi," said Chris, rolling his eyes up for a moment as she came over. "Well, don't you look just adorable with your little twin on the couch," said Mrs. Baker, trying to hold her giggle. "Oh Jeanine, you were so right how pretty her hair turned out once you took out the braid! Plus I love the barrettes, the bow, the earrings! She's so darling!" "Isn't she?" said Jeanine, coming over and giving him a hug from behind. "And if her dress came out half as good as what we discussed, then these two should steal the show tonight. They're both so beautiful. So give me a sneak peek, so I can see if it works with the hair I've got in mind!" "Sure," said Mrs. Baker, as they unzipped the bags, peeking inside them without the kids seeing. "Oh my Doris. They're beautiful," said Jeanine, getting teary eyed and taking a moment catching her breath. "Ok, I've got my work cut out for me, but she's so pretty it'll be easy. Come sit at the table and you can watch tv from here Krissy." Chris gave Mrs. Baker a pissed off look as he got up and walked to the table, sitting down feeling pretty nervous as he watched Jeanine drape a cloth over his body. He wasn't sure exactly what she was doing as he watched her open a container filled with clips and pins, placing it on the table next to them before taking a wide toothed brush into her right hand. She unsnapped the barrettes and the big bow, placing them on the table as she could feel him tremble a little. "Don't be nervous! Smile sweetie," said Jeanine, lifting his chin as she now began brushing through his hair with a wide tooth brush now. "I promise you'll be beautiful when I'm done. Trust me, I'm good at things like this. Remember I've got daughters and granddaughters, and you'll look adorable today ok?" "Remember I'm the big girl, grandma," said Kayla, interrupting by running over with some attitude. "She's younger." "And that's why you've got more of a big girl dress, Kayla," said Mrs. Baker patting Kayla's back. "Your grandmother and I discussed it all day yesterday and today. You'll see when we're done, and I know your grandmother wants both of you to look appropriate and looking your best." "Exactly! Please go sit under my dryer like I asked Kayla," said Jeanine, really raking through Chris's hair now as he flinched with each stroke and sprayed it, dampening it ever so slightly while Kayla finally listened, pulling the bonnet over her head . "Krissy really needs a good hair cut, Doris." "I know, but that's for another day," said Mrs. Baker. "Please I like my hair," whined Chris. "It's..." "Ok, ok .. sorry honey," said Jeanine, brushing it from temple to temple into her palm. "You've got really pretty hair and we're just making it even prettier. I'm not cutting anything!" "This sucks so much," whispered Chris, annoyed as he looked up seeing her twist a small clear band from her wrist. Not much more was said now as he felt her twisting his hair atop his head, before suddenly it got pretty tight as she wound in the band. She then took a few white jaw clips in her left hand and brushed behind his head, before he lost sight of it but he felt her clamp them in. He wasn't exactly sure what she was planning for his hair as she now stretched a long thin section from the outermost left nape of his neck, quickly combing through it 3 times and then she held it out very taught. "That should be about the right amount," said Jeanine, pinching a small silver clamp down on it as it flopped down. "For what?" asked Chris nervously, seeing it out of the corner of his eyes before it bounced off his cheek and he began standing. "Please no! You just said you weren't cutting, and that's way too short." "Relax Krissy," said Mrs. Baker, pushing at his shoulder so he wouldn't get up as he watched Jeanine place an odd looking glove over her left hand. "She's not cutting it at all, and definitely not where the clip is silly. Sorry she's not used to all the fuss." "I realized that while we were out today. Now no worries Krissy, and do you really think I take someone as pretty as you and put you in an amazing dress your Aunt has made for you, but then give you some little horrible boy cut," Jeanine said as she took a large gold aerosol can from the counter, shaking it. "Now just try to be patient with me honey, as it takes time if we keep them small and tight and I promise you'll love how they turn out. I think they're just tacky enough now to really hold perfectly." She again extended the small selected section with her gloved hand and pulled out the little silver clip with her right hand. It was but a mere moment until he watched her coat it, spraying only the extended section, and the moment she put down the spray can, his eyes widened watching her wind the section around a thin black barrel, twisting. He could see her using her gloved hand to ensure the very end of his hair was no longer sticking out, and instead adhering to the wand as quickly it was out of his line of sight. He could feel the tugging at his nape when it really got tight, as he sensed her twisting her wrist holding the wand in a north and south position behind his shoulder as he gulped sensing heat until she released her gloved fingers. "That's a nice size, Jeanine," said Mrs. Baker as Chris looked down, seeing her ever so softly place a corkscrewed tendril on the front of his left collar bone. "It is, right?" said Jeanine, quickly stretching it and testing that it quickly recoiled. "But that looks like a lot of work!" said Mrs. Baker. "I hate to see you put yourself through all that." "Oh please Doris," Jeanine combed the next section. "I'm trying for the look we spoke about, and it'll be nothing compared to what you must have put in making these dresses. I don't mind the extra time, because I think it'll be just perfect on her. Plus hopefully it'll keep Kayla quiet for a bit." "Oh I'm sure it'll just be darling with her dress," said Mrs. Baker, nodding and flicking her wrist. "Plus, I guarantee that'll be different than anything she's ever had before." "Perfect?" said Jeanine, quickly spraying the next section and giving a little loving pinch on Chris's cheek before he watched the curling iron spin from sight. "I'm positive it'll be worth the extra time, and I'm definitely making sure these two girls are the prettiest two there tonight! In fact I guarantee it! Right, my darlings!" "Right grandma!" said Kayla, giving thumbs up as she sat reading a magazine under the dryer, listening in as Doris went into the kitchen. It wasn't long now before she was working completely behind his head as slowly but surely he could see the little ringlets pile up on his shoulder. "Keep your head straight Krissy, and chin straight," Jeanine used both her hands at his cheeks. "Just watch tv please and stop moving, because I don't want to burn you because you're fidgeting. I'm sure you can sense the heat." She took her finger tips, softly sweeping any hair she had done on to his back to ensure he'd sit properly as she worked on the back of his head for the next thirty minutes. It was quite annoying that it took so long, but he sat patiently until finally all the white clips had been removed. She was back out in front of him now, undoing the band atop his head and then combing through the entire top section time after time until she wound it back in. It was much tighter this time, as she pulled it in different directions before she put her glove back on and again lifted her curling iron. It was another good ten minutes of twisting and re-twisting atop his crown, until finally she stepped back with a big smile on her face. "Ok Doris," said Jeanine, calling into the kitchen. "She's just about ready for you to dress her, and I'll get our other little princess ready." "Wooow," said Mrs. Baker, coming back in as Jeanine was circling and picking at his hair spraying. "What incredible work!" "They look so perfect on her, right?" mumbled Jeanine with a few pins in her mouth, opening a large plastic bag from the table. "Just one more second to clip this in so it sits perfectly and you can dress her." Chris now felt a scrape across his scalp moving from left to right at the crown of his head, followed by another one in the opposite direction before hearing a distinct snap. It was a different sensation than that of the barrettes popping against his temples, as he really didn't feel much until she stepped back and he could feel just a little weight tugging against his hair. "And don't panic, sweetie," said Jeanine, taking a scissor from a drawer and opening it all the way as she approached him. "It's just to fix the ribbon, and I'm not cutting your hair so don't get nervous." It was strange as he looked out of the corner of his eye to the left and could see the edge of a white ribbon, as almost instantly a shaving type sound filled his ears as she scraped the blade down the ribbon and it zipped into place. In an instant there was no more ribbon to be seen in his line of sight, as she repeated this a few more times on each side until she stepped back pulling off his cape. "Ok, all yours Doris," said Jeanine , walking over switching off the dryer on Kayla. "You can use my bedroom to dress her while I finish Kayla's hair and dress her out here." Doris took a visibly exhausted Chris by the hand and grabbed the hanging garment bag before she led him into the bedroom. "Please tell me it's not that bad," Chris pleaded, reaching up to touch it the moment she closed the door. "Don't you dare ruin all her hard work," said Mrs. Baker, snacking his wrist away. "Now turn around and let me guide you carefully out of this. Quickly she spun him around and unbuttoned the back of his top, guiding it off without knocking a hair out of place. She then knelt down, removing his shoes and pulling off his pants as he stood there feeling beyond sick to his stomach. "Can't you say I don't feel good?" asked Chris as she slid her changing pad on the bed. "Please, it wouldn't be a lie and I promise I'll never cause you any trouble ever again." "I think we both know I can't do that after all Jeanine's and my efforts right?" said Mrs. Baker, holding out her hand. "You lie back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed so you hair doesn't touch please. Plus we both know this is the best way to keep you out of any chance at trouble." "Please Mrs. Baker!" said Chris, shaking a bit as she helped him lie back in the right spot. "Look I'm dry. I've been holding it all day. At least let me out of this." "Oh dear," said Mrs. Baker surprised. "While I am impressed, that won't work and it's not even healthy for you. You'll never be able to go to the bathroom without help in tonight's outfit. Go ahead and I'll clean you up dear." "No, enough's enough," Cried Chris, starting to sit up. "I'm so done with all this." "No you're not but if you keep up this crap you will be," said Mrs. Baker, pushing him back down and dipping his finger in a glass of water as she held him down. "Now does that help you?" "Please, please! Oh crap," started Chris as he really couldn't hold it much more and he quickly caved in, empting himself into the diaper and stopped pushing back. "It?s ok dear but please ease up. I may be strong but I?m still an old woman you know and exhausted from all the sewing." Mrs. Baker leaned down, kissing his cheek. "I know it wasn?t supposed to be this way, but it?s the best for both of us dear. I can?t have you be in any trouble and burden that wonderful mother of yours." "Fine!" moaned Chris before he gasped a few times, now feeling disgusted at what he had just done. "Wow, you really weren?t kidding, Krissy," said Mrs. Baker, lifting her brow and holding her breath for a moment him as she opened the tabs finding more than she expected. She quickly lifted him just a touch, pulling out the soaked and stained diaper making sure nothing rolled or leaked out. It was so chastening, realizing what had just transpired but Mrs. Baker really didn?t make much of it as she carefully wiped and cleaned him. He glanced up, watching her taking his stinky diaper dropping it into a zip lock bag and then placing a clean one under him. He knew the creamy sensation was coming next as she coated his private area and then powdered him before thankfully she closed it up. He was about to sit up when he quickly experienced a new odd sensation, enclosing his left foot as he looked down seeing her stretch it to the right foot and then he could only watch as she lifted his bottom a touch as quickly the waist band snapped across his belly button. "Stand up and let?s get you ready to be dressed," said Mrs. Baker helping him to his feet. "These seem to fit pretty nicely." "This feels too weird Mrs. B, and pretty tight," said Chris as she now knelt in front of him, straightening and stretching before pulling the waistband even higher. "I guess these wouldn?t be so easy to get off to pee." "See, now you're understanding and that?s only just one layer. Lift for me honey," said Mrs. Baker, holding out what looked like a big panty. "Oh this sucks," whined Chris as he stepped in and she pulled it up. "Relax it?s just part of giving you the fullness you?ll need," said Mrs. Baker. "Now hands up and again let me guide it as I need to." From behind he was quickly blinded by the soft fabric as it slid down his face and then she dropped it into place. At each shoulder, she shorted the little adjustable straps, pulling it a few inches higher and then she gingerly zipped up the back. He looked down, seeing nothing but a sea of ruffles with a confused look on his face as she lifted his left foot placing on a shoe but he looked down and couldn?t even see his feet. "What kind of weird dress is this?" asked Chris, dishevelled, as he felt the shoe tighten across his ankle and then the other go on. "It?s like a t-shirt dress with all these messy ruffle type things on the bottom." "Your innocence really is so adorable, honey. Just so you understand that?s part of your undergarments," said Mrs. Baker, stepping back and looking at how it all sat on him. "But let?s get you dressed now as I haven?t made anything like this in a while, so I?m kind of excited to see how it looks on you." Chris?s looked over as she unzipped the garment bag, seeing her reach inside undoing buttons. All he could really focus on was the pink color, as he could just get a glimpse of it inside the bag as he hated the thought of spending more time out in another dress. "Turn around and put your hands up, Chris," demanded Mrs. Baker as he gulped, turning towards the wall. "I?ll need to guide you in ever so carefully, and of course be mindful of your undergarments and hairdo." She moved his arms now as he looked straight ahead, feeling itchy as the bottom of the dress grazed across his arms as she slowly lowered it. It took only fractions of seconds as a big poof of pink blocked his vision, as she carefully positioned the dress over his wrists and guided it away from his head as it moved down his body. When his vision cleared, he looked down feeling a knot tighten in his stomach as his arms emerged from the short sleeves and he lowered them. He could no longer see the springy white ruffles, which were now consumed by the skirt, but he quickly understood what they were for, as the dress took shape as Mrs. Baker went behind him. With some firmness, she spun him ninety degrees, facing away from her as tugged at the ruffles beneath the dress and then adjusted anything that was slightly twisted. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping when they opened that this nightmare would be gone as he felt a little push between his shoulder blades, as each button entered its hole. It seemed so much tighter than what he was in previously, as there was so much tension as she fully enclosed his back. "One more second and I?ll turn you," said Mrs. Baker, pulling at the waistline, jerking him just a bit and then letting go before stepping back. "I?ve been dying to see how this would look all day. Now let?s get a good look at you." "Seriously?" said Chris, looking down and almost panicking. "It?s so pink and? and.. it?s huge ? and .. and." "And you look adorable!" said Mrs. Baker, with a glimmer in her eye and choking up. "Oh how I miss making things like this, and what fond memories things like this brings back. I know you hate all this, but after all the hardships you?ve brought on us, at least I?ve found a little joy and relief seeing my hard work." "Oooooohhhh my"!" sighed Jeanine, coming in, covering her mouth and holding her chest and getting emotional. "You?ve outdone yourself Doris! I can?t believe how cute she is. These dresses are amazing. Kayla looks incredible! And Krissy ?. She?s just precious." "She is, right?" said Mrs. Baker, feeling so proud of her work. "Eeeewww pink?" said Kayla, coming in and getting excited. "That so pretty, and I?m happy to have my yellow back. Is it time grandma? Come on, let?s get my little cousin and let?s go." "We?ll be right there, Jeanine," said Doris. "Just let me get her bag ready." "Sure," said Jeanine, taking Kayla?s hand as they left the room. "Little cousin?" chirped Chris, getting angry. "She?s not saying---." "It?s no big deal Krissy, so just shush and be a good girl for me please?" Mrs. Baker bent down, looking him in the eye. "I know you?ll hate this, but that was part of the intention of the dresses? designs, so Kayla could look more like the big girl tonight. So like it or not, you?ll be her little cousin tonight. In fact you?ve made a much cuter girl than either of us ever could have imagined, and in this dress you look even more precious than I could have hoped for. If you don?t believe me than see for yourself." Chris could hardly contain his anger now as Mrs. Baker opened the closet door, pulling it all the way back until Chris faced himself in the full length mirror. Instantly he felt his blood boiling, believing what he assumed to be bad now seemed even worse, as a large coat hung from the top, partially blocking his view as he started at his dress and feet reflecting back. Bad enough were his previous outfits, but now he stared at his body, seeing only the reflection of a little princess in pink, struggling to accept this could be him underneath it all. With his finger tip, he ever so slightly lifted the delicate pale pink sparkly tulle layer which sat upon his cotton candy pink dress, feeling its softness and noticing how it matched his pink nails. The tantalizing organza dress was tea length, hemming well past the knees and its skirt flared out in a series of voluminous layers, each with a touch of matching pink lace at their edges, forming a perfect wide bell shape. Above the skirt, a thick silk pink sash neatly creased horizontally, forming a pinched waistband decorated with small rosettes and ribbon accents. Above it, the form fitted pink bodice glistened from the intricate embroidery, and tiny accent jewels drawing on his thin frame. Its high rounded neckline was highlighted with a flat pink lace rounded collar, and underscored with two rosettes forming a small delicate pink bow at the center. At his shoulders, poufy capped sleeves rose up about an inch adjacent to the lace, only to have the hem of each short sleeve decorated with the same rosette & ribbon accents from the sash, half covering the slightest of hint of the thin biceps he possessed. There was certainly no sight of the ruffled bouffant slip underneath, until he lifted the skirt?s gentle layers, understanding why it was there to form and hold his new shape. When he finally lifted the last ruffles of the slip, he got his first real look at his pampered bottom, amazed at the size of the white ruffled panty that concealed it and the top of his tights adding to the skirts mass and width. He had no clue how he would sit in it, flexing his calf in his ivory tights and twisting his feet, which were in pink ankle strap Mary Jane flats with pink lace, little bows and matching rosettes decorating each shoe. He placed both hands on his hips, frustrated as he took one step closer to the mirror, realizing the skirt swung like a big bell when he walked, yet was fairly constrictive from the waist up as he stretched. He twisted his arm behind his back, realizing there was no way he could undo all the buttons even if he wanted to, and then he pulled on the ends of the huge bow at the back of his dress, realizing it was an extension of the sewn in sash. "I know that feels a bit tighter than your other dress, and the bow is not for you to touch. It?s decorative, attached, and I won?t be there to re- attach it," said Mrs. Baker, observing before quickly retying the large bow at the back of his dress. "Understand that yesterday I had an hour to retrofit you, but this dress is custom made to fit you perfectly. You?ll need to move more gingerly now, like any normal little girl would and it?ll be just fine. Go ahead and turn and go back and forth a few times." "But I?m not a little girl," said Chris angrily. "First the yellow thing! Then being a friend for her to play with was bad enough, and now look what you dressed me in." "That?s enough! I?ve slaved all night on this, and whether you like it or not you make a perfect little girl, Krissy!" said Mrs. Baker, lecturing him before pausing and removing the coat that blocked the top of the mirror. "I?m sorry. I didn?t realize it blocked some of your view, and obviously you can?t argue my point now can you? ? My darling little princess?" He watched himself turning beat red as he stared at his full reflection, now feeling his blood boiling at being called a little princess. It was hard to argue though, dressed as he was, growing even more shaken at the size of the pink bow on his head. He now understood why it felt so odd, as all of his hair from ear to ear had been pulled straight back tightly and upward, now arranged in a high top pony at the crown, which the big bow decoratively fronted. Behind it, the entire back of his head was done in layer after layer of small, tight, perfectly formed ribbon curls which wiggled with his every movement, giving him an almost doll like curly style. Fronting the top pony was an enormous glitter covered satin pink, multi-layered bow, stretching from temple to temple, and had a rosette and rhinestone center. From behind it, a series of white and pink curled ribbons burst just above each ear and behind the bow?s center, like an unwrapped birthday gift. Atop the bow, his top pony exploded fountain style with his hair tumbling in every direction in sectioned, flowing, matching ribbon curls topping off his unmistakable curly-q look. "But I?m not a princess, Mrs. B," said Chris tearing up. "You know that." "None of us are most of the time dear, but that doesn?t mean you can?t enjoy being one for tonight," said Mrs. Baker, taking a tissue to his eyes and then a wand from her purse, coating his lashes. "No worries. It?s water proof. Now calm down, because it?s time to go and unless you want bigger issues for all of us, then you?ll just embrace this. Now just relax and enjoy it." She gave him really no options now as she grabbed his chin with her left hand and quickly rubbed on some blush. She then took a small eye shadow kit, adding just a shimmer of pink to his lids and then a pale pink brush slid across his lips. She tossed the few makeup items into a small case, and then loaded a small tote type bag, taking his hand dragging him from the room. He instantly felt the urge to pee as she dragged him outside and right into Jeanine?s car, quickly belting him in before he could even put up any more resistance. "Ok thanks for everything, Doris," said Jeanine, hugging her. "Oh anytime, and enjoy girls," said Mrs. Baker, leaning in and giving Chris a kiss on the cheek before whispering in his ear. "In the bag is a night gown, your wipes and a clean diaper in case you need it. If you want, I put some pull ups in there, you can more easily do yourself if you want to be a big girl. Consider it a reward for being a good girl tonight, and I?ll see you in the morning. Ok princess?"