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Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 3 He looked ready to kill as Mrs. Baker closed the door. "Oh this is going to be some fun tonight, little cuz!" said Kayla, looking over. "I didn't even know we were cousins until my grandmother told me, and now we're BFFs and cousins. That's so cool right?" Chris couldn't even answer her as it didn't matter as she barely shut up, babbling all the way to the party. When they arrived, he found himself being led by the hand by Jeanine everywhere, as all Kayla cared about was being the center of attention and stuffing her face. "Oh how darling you girls look tonight!" said a woman, hugging Jeanine. "These dresses are incredible, Jeanine." "Thank you, Claudia," said Jeanine. "They were made by my neighbor, who's an amazing seamstress and she's just got such incredible taste." "She's really does. Boys! Boys hurry over please!" said Claudia, yelling to her sons. "Jeanine you must let me take a picture of the girls with my boys. They're about the same age." "Really?" said Jeanine, surprised and looking at the boys coming over. "Well yes. Melvin's is eight like Kayla, and Seth's almost seven so I guess he's just a touch older than your adorable little one," said Claudia, bending down and taking Chris's hand, looking into his eyes. "What's your name, honey?" "Chris...ssssy," replied Chris, nervously getting a good look at the boys. "Well Christine. Aren't you just the most beautiful little thing with the most perfect curls?" said Claudia, touching his hair. "How old are you honey? I'm guessing about six?" "Yes, she's my little cousin!" said Kayla. "And we call her Krissy, not Christine." "Well that's charming, just like you two," said Claudia, rolling her eyes at Kayla. "Boys, meet Kayla and Christine. These are my boys. Don't they look so handsome tonight?" Chris looked up, feeling his stomach quickly sink as he immediately recognized the two boys were from his school. His mind raced as he realized he was in a grade ahead of the eldest Melvin, and had been introduced as younger than Seth. He tried avoiding eye contact, as he now found himself in the midst of the softest of handshakes with the boys, and then Claudia began positioning them to take a picture. "Look up and smile, girls," said Claudia, snapping her fingers. "You all look so fantastic together. Ok now just Kayla and Melvin, and then we'll take one of just the little ones." "Oh he's gross," whispered Kayla to Chris as she passed him, setting up and doing her best fake smile. When they finished, they barely said a word as Chris found himself being positioned with Seth as a few basic shots were snapped. "Wait, just take a few with my phone mom," said Seth, taking Chris's hand and then wrapping his arm around him. "How cute are you two together?" Claudia teased. "I should be so lucky if you bring a girl this pretty home one day." "Thanks Krissy," said Seth, turning and kissing Chris on the cheek. "Mom can I have my phone now please?" "Looks like Seth's got his first crush," Jeanine quipped as Seth was rifling through the pictures on his phone. "It's so cute, isn't it!" said Claudia looking at Seth. "I wish his older brother took more interest in girls. Maybe it would keep him out of trouble in school." "Melvin?" said Jeanine. "I can't see him as the trouble type." Chris now couldn't break a stare as he looked at the scratch on Melvin's neck, realizing it was a scar and he was one of the boys in detention last month from the school yard brawl. "Well my Seth has always been so sweet. He's a lover, not a fighter but unfortunately Melvin's not like that," said Claudia, looking at Melvin staring back at Chris. "But from the looks of things, Melvin's a bit taken with Krissy, so maybe she'll calm him down." "Oh let's hope not or it'll be Kayla that'll be in the fights." Jeanine watched what was going on. "She's already boy crazy and sensitive about her looks, being a bit chunky. If she sees both boys interested in Krissy and not her, it'll be a long night for all of us." "Oh I see that," said Claudia looking over. "You know my mom says she's still in pull ups, right?" Kayla interrupted Melvin's awkward stare at Chris. "Ok then? Whatever?" said Melvin, giving Kayla a look as he pulled his brother away. "We're going to get some soda." "Stay away from my future boyfriend, cuz," said Kayla, snarling at Chris. "What are you talking about?" replied Chris, getting very angry. "I know you think you're the pretty one and I'm the fat one," said Kayla nastily. "Now back off or I'll make you." "Really?" said Chris, almost forgetting where he was or how he was dressed, getting in Kayla's face. "Just try it." Chris really expected nothing but her to back away, when suddenly Kayla turned on him, shoving him forcefully with both hands and sending him flying. The next thing Chris knew, he was being held by Jeanine sitting in her lap with an ice pack on his forehead, and another on his mouth, barely remembering what had transpired as he was being comforted. As he shook his head, feeling more coherent, she placed him down into an elevated chair and snapped on a seatbelt type buckle. The room was spinning a bit until finally his vision cleared and he was receiving hug after hug from Kayla. He had no idea what he had missed, as once he was somewhat coherent he found himself being spoon fed some mashed potatoes and soft stuffing by Jeanine with a large plastic bib over his dress. When she pulled off the bib, she placed a sippy type cup between his palms, making him sip on some juice until he shook off some of the cob webs, finally remembering some of what had happened. "I think she's ok now, mom?" said a young tall attractive woman in a low cut top, softly touching his face and pressing some ice across his lips. "Hey sweetie. You feeling better?" "Now I am," said Chris, practically talking into her boobs as suddenly she reached in, unbuckling him and picking him up. "Good girl. We were all so scared for you," said the girl, holding him on her hip and bouncing him a bit. "Easy Lauren, she still looks dizzy to me and you're shaking her," said Jeanine, coming over and inspecting his mouth and forehead. "I don't think she'll have a lump, but definitely a fat lip tomorrow." "Sorry mom. She's so adorable, and I think you'll look cute with some pouty lips," said Lauren, rubbing his back and hugging him constantly. "It's been such a tough day for her, but don't worry we'll take great care of you this week Krissy." "Oh thank you," said Chris, resting his head against her before realizing what she said. "Wait, this week?" "Honey, everything will be just fine, and that's my daughter, Lauren, the bride to be," said Jeanine, standing up feeling his swollen lip and rubbing his cheek. "Now I don't want you to worry, sweetie. It's no big deal, but while you were taking a little nap after bumping your head, your Auntie had also taken a little fall back at home." "She did?" asked Chris, surprised. "Is she ok?" "Well, they said she just collapsed from exhaustion and she'll be in the hospital for a little bit. Maybe a week, but they're not sure yet," said Jeanine. "You were sleeping over tonight anyway, and I guess what you didn't know was that we planned on you two spending the whole week together anyway. Kayla's thrilled to have you, so you two should have fun together until your Auntie gets out." "A week?" Chris felt tears start to run down his eyes. "It was planned? When?" "Oh it'll be fine Krissy, and we'll have Lauren around a lot with us this week to help before her big day," said Jeanine, wiping his tears. "I had arranged it with your aunt yesterday, and she had been up most of the night and all morning sewing for you." "Is that what made her collapse?" said Chris stunned. "Oh don't say that princess," said Jeanine comforting him. "She just wanted to make sure you had pretty things to wear all week, and now you do. Carry her to the car for me Lauren please. It's been a long day and we're all exhausted." The good part was that he missed most of the night and avoided any more time with the boys, but he was certainly more concerned than ever about getting out of dresses and back to Mrs. Baker. He was still a little woozy as Lauren carried him to the car and buckled him into the back seat with Kayla, who acted like nothing had happened as they drove off quietly. He allowed Jeanine to unbutton the back of his dress and then changed himself in private, nervously hiding what was under his pull up as he found himself back in a frilly nightgown with "My little pony" across the front. She spun him now, buttoning it up in back as quickly the doylie like collar surrounded his neck and then she took the big bow from his hair. "So let's see if we can make these last a little and I really don't want you falling asleep so quickly, ok?" said Jeanine, opening a tray of bobbi pins. "They're so pretty on you." To his left he watched her twist one of his curls with her finger before flattening it against his head and then felt her pin it tightly to his scalp. It didn't take more than ten minutes until she was finished, as he sat watching her brush Kayla's hair now as she whined while she removed knot after knot. It was totally different than what she had done to him, as he reached back feeling the dozens of criss-crossed pins she had twisted into the back of his hair as she constantly stroked through Kayla's. When Jeanine was satisfied, she tucked them in as he tossed and turned nervously before finally passing out from sheer exhaustion. There was no way though he could get a good night's sleep, as she constantly woke him making sure he had no real head injury until he was eventually awoken bright and early with Kayla. "Wake up you two sleeping beauties," said Lauren, shaking them awake and hugging them. "My mom's got breakfast ready." They were a bit groggy as Lauren took them by the hand, leading them to the kitchen. "So you're feeling better, Krissy?" Jeanine poured him some milk. "Yes much," said Chris, raising his brows at Kayla as she approached. "I'm so glad, and I feel terrible that you got hurt," said Kayla, hugging him. "Thanks I guess," said Chris reluctantly returning a weak hug. "Grandma, I'm going to help her be more careful so she doesn't trip again," said Kayla, looking over at Jeanine. "She's a little clumsy my cousin, so hopefully our class will help with that." "Are you kidding me?" Chris was getting angry. "Wait?.... What class?" "Your aunt told me how nervous you get about things like this, so don't be," said Jeanine, sitting down sipping her coffee. "She made you a different dress for every day, and even some of your tutus for class. Rest assured she made sure you are going to be the prettiest little girl there, or anywhere else we'd be going." "Wait, what class? Tutus?" asked Chris, getting emotional. "Yes honey the tutus are for class," said Lauren hugging him tightly. "For the dance class you will be in all week. But it's really a week long dance camp that both you and Kayla will be in all day every day this week. Doesn't that sound like so much fun!" "You're kidding?" said Chris, almost hyperventilating. "Easy, I can see how excited you're getting. Would we tease you about something like that?" said Jeanine, tickling under his chin. "Of course not, and Lauren's here to drive you to class while I go check on your Aunt in the hospital. Now if you're finished your breakfast, then you can go change. I left you clean panties in my bathroom Krissy, and I'll be right in with your dance outfits." Chris felt sick to his stomach, heading into the bathroom and seeing a clean white pull up sitting on the vanity. He thankfully locked the door before sitting on the bowl, happily relieving himself fairly normally for a change and then halfheartedly stepped into the pull up. "You done in there sweetie?" said Lauren knocking. "Come out and I'll help dress you Krissy, because I don't want you to be late on your first day." "Ok," said Chris, sullenly as he unlocked the door and came out in only his pull up. Lauren barely blinked an eye, quickly rolling up some tights into her fists and having him step into them. She quickly tugged them up, snapping the waist band over his pull up not noticing any extra he had under there, as it masked his little winkie real well. He could hardly believe it as she took his outfit from a wide hanger as she lifted his leg inside the body suit which was attached to a sea of crinoline as it was only a mere second until he was fully dressed. "She's ready mom," said Lauren, straightening his sleeves until she was pleased as Jeanine came in. "How pretty is that on her?" said Jeanine, making a fuss as Lauren was buckling his shoes. "Go dress Kayla and let me do something with this hair of hers." "Sure thing mom," said Lauren as Jeanine came over with a bin half filled with pins. She took a moment now as Chris watched her mix a white gel with another liquid into a clear spray bottle and give a few shakes. Once she screwed on the top, she covered his eyes with her palm and proceeded to dampen his head with the floral smelling chemical as he could feel some of the stickiness. She worked with some precision lifting slightly some of the pins from his scalp as she sprayed each little area and then the minute she stopped switched on her hair dryer. It was ever so weird feeling her concentrate the hot nozzle on certain sections as she seemly cooked for ten seconds or so at each pin. "Let's let that cool down a minute and I'll go check on Kayla," said Jeanine as Chris quickly pulled back his finger feeling the scolding hot pin. "You'll get burnt," said Lauren entering seeing him pull back as he touched the hot pins. "We all get anxious but don't worry my mom wouldn't let you leave the house with looking adorable. Here let me just help a little. I know you're more the girly girl type than Kayla." He sat a good five minutes as Lauren opened her purse and quickly clamped down on his lashes with her lash curler. He didn't realize going to dance school could be such a big production as she dipped her wand back and forth in the pink tube and coated his lashes. He was so ashamed looking down at his tutu unable to put up an ounce of fight as she worked on his eye shadow and then added just a hint of blush. With her finger he watched her rub it into a small white cylinder like container and then slid the creamy clear balm across his lips. "Ouch," whined Chris feeling a little sting at his swollen lips. "Oh how pretty that looks on you Krissy," said Kayla entering the room as he looked up forgetting about his sore lip. He was ready to break down, seeing her in a lavender leotard and tutu as he looked down, not believing this was about to happen. She looked even bigger than he thought in her dance outfit, stretching the spandex material with her girth and feeling quite relaxed as she stuffed a few cookies in her mouth. "Chin up until I'm finished Krissy, and then you can have a few cookies too," said Jeanine as she began taking the pins from his hair. "Doesn't my Kayla look adorable too?" He could hardly look Jeanine in the eye, instead staring over at Kayla, noticing her glossy lilac lips and watching her high straight pony swing from under a large lavender bow tie bow as she packed her dance bag. Observing her smug expressions were almost a welcome distraction from hearing the crackling sound of each metal bobbi pin pinging against the others as she dropped pin after pin into the bin. "Wow," said Lauren, nodding and handing her mother a pick and comb. "They held up pretty well mom. You're so good with hair." "Well it was a lot of work yesterday, and I was hoping we'd get a few days out of them," said Jeanine as he felt her digging the pick through the back of his hair separating and sectioning. "They need to be pulled up tight anyway because remember we didn't curl the front." "If you want, I'll curl it all again later when we get home tonight," said Lauren as Chris was pretty sure he knew what she was doing feeling her gather one entire side. "I don't mind." "Ok we'll decide later. For now it'll be fine if I keep them high and it'll work for dance," said Jeanine twisting. "Right my curly girl?" Chris couldn't wait for it to be over, seeing her grab what looked like two pink marbles attached to a band and then quickly felt the tension followed by a distinct snap. She repeated everything now on the other side before Jeanine stepped out in front, inspecting her work and tightening them. She squirted some clear gel into her palms and then rubbed it behind his forehead, ears, and at the back of his head as he could feel his hair swaying on each side as she twisting a face a bit. He knew he was back now like he started, trapped in pigtails, feeling them swing on each side as Lauren took their hands leading them from the room. He felt ill walking to the ca,r knowing he had no way to get out of his current situation, especially with Mrs. Baker in the hospital, hoping every second it would be over. He sat quietly as Lauren belted him in for the half hour drive, staring out the window doing his best zoning out Kayla's never ending babble. "Is that it?" Chris chirped as Lauren pulled the car into a parking space of the large outdoor strip style mall. "Yup!" said Lauren getting out. "I'm excited too." Chris felt a huge lump run down his throat as Kayla practically knocked him to the ground climbing over him as Lauren opened the car door. "Easy sweetie," said Lauren giggling at Kayla's enthusiasm and taking Chris's hand, sensing his hesitancy. He held back the urge to flood his pull ups, nervously stepping from the car visibly shaking as he stared at the big windows of the large dance school. "Don't be intimidated, Krissy," said Lauren, calming him down and picking him up. "You'll have the time of your life here. I promise. I danced here when I was your age." Again he carried him on her right hip like he weighed nothing, easily balancing his weight on one side and a few bags on the other while holding Kayla's hand. It was distressing seeing the floor to ceiling glass walls of the dance school, which allowed everything happening inside to be viewed from the outside as Lauren brought them inside. They waited in line with a slew of young girls and their mothers as he watched everyone being checked in and divided into groups. Finally it was their turn, as Lauren placed him down and he couldn't have been more scared as she stepped up to the counter. "Hi, this is Kayla and Krissy," said Lauren, digging through her purse and taking out her credit card. "My mom booked it for my nieces and it should be under Clancey." "Yes, got it Miss Clancey," said the girl printing out some name stickers. "I see Kayla and Christine all paid for unless you need anything." "Oh yes, Krissy needs shoes and a bag and whatever else you think," said Lauren, flicking her wrist excitedly. "Basically everything. She's a beginner." "No problem," said the girl placing the name sticker on both of them and waving over another girl. "Sharon will help Christine, and you can take Kayla over to the intermediate group." "Wait, they won't be together?" said Lauren. "I really didn't want them separated?" "Well we'll put Christine with the beginners for the morning sessions, and then they'll be together with the entire group in the afternoon," said the girl entering data into her computer. "You ok with that or we'd have to put Kayla with the beginners as well." "No Aunt Lauren," said Kayla, annoyed yanking Lauren's sleeve. "I did all that baby stuff already." "Ok, ok. Sure," said Lauren, giving Chris a big hug and then handing him off to Sharon. "Ok, she'll take good care of you and I'll see you later ok? It'll be fine sweetie. They're wonderful here." "No worries Christine," said Sharon, taking him by the hand as Chris looked ready to break down and cry. "I'll help you get started and don't be concerned. I'm sure you're going to make a wonderful little ballerina. I promise this will be such a fun week and once you get comfortable you'll never want to leave." Chris looked around now, no longer seeing anything but a slew of women and young girls trying things on as he was brought into a fitting area. She sat him slipping off his little Mary Janes and then had him stand sizing his feet. When she finished she left for a minute and then returned trying on shoe after shoe. His head was buzzing barely able to see his feet beneath the tutu before suddenly he heard click after click as she had him walk across the room. "Those seem perfect?" said Sharon. "Do they feel ok?" "I guess, but loud," said Chris a little bewildered. "Aren't you just the cutest thing," said Sharon, handing him a bag and taking his hand. "That's the idea of course silly girl. Now you'll be in tap class first so we'll just keep them on while I take you over there. I put your ballet slippers and little kittens for hip hop in your bag." He had no idea what was really happening, as suddenly he was led to a room filled with about two dozen other girls getting lined up in place. He looked up and down the line, realized he must be the oldest and tallest in the bunch as the instructor stepped in front of them facing them and started addressing the group. He zoned out, looking past her noticing he could see everyone walk by in the shopping plaza, as it was going to be very distracting behind the walls of glass. He looked to his left, seeing a girl that was probably half his age throwing kisses to her mother who was waving goodbye outside on the other side of the glass, and then really stared at his own startling likeness growing disgusted. He was in an apricot colored, long sleeve leotard which featured a matching flaring tutu. The skirt consisted of several full layers of apricot crinoline, giving it a classic tutu shape and beneath it his legs were in ivory tights. On his feet were pristine white tap shoes with the slightest silver tips, and atop the each buckle sat a small white crinoline pom-pom. His hair had once again been arranged into two high pigtails, except this time each pigtail exploded in tight curls Jeanine had preserved from the night before. Holding them in place were interlocking white marble sized beads attached to elastic scrunchies, and the rest of his hair had been tightly slicked back so it wouldn't get in his eyes during dance. He really couldn't tell he was wearing any makeup, as Lauren had just highlighted his features and add some shine and volume to his lips and lashes. "Christine... sweetie," said the teacher snapping her fingers. "Can I have your attention honey, and everyone please too. I'm Miss Leone and we're about to begin." She commanded their attention now as she drew all eyes to her, showing everyone what to do. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this tapping of his toe and heel upon command like a trained pony as she didn't let up for a moment. After another ninety minutes, they were finally given a break as he found himself walking in a long line of girls going to ballet class and then finally lunch. On break he sat at a big table with many other girls, actually feeling better being covered in a smock and being allowed to paint. As he blended something abstract with watercolors, his emotions got the better of him, feeling a tear run down his cheek as he realized his expressions in graffiti were what got him into the mess in the first place. After lunch he never worked so hard in jazz class and then finally he was reunited with Kayla, as the every age group participated in hip hop and some full class routines. He was never happier to see Jeanine as the day finally ended as she took them to the ladies room to change. He didn't give her an ounce of trouble accepting the dress Mrs. Baker had made and happily slipped out of his leotard and tutu. "How did you do today, Krissy?" Jeanine asked, touching the rump of his pull up through his tights. "Ok I guess," said Chris lifting his arms so she could drop it over his head. "I'm dry and I'll change before bed." "Wonderful," said Jeanine as she spun him and he soon found himself being zipped into a shiny satin mint green dress. He was beyond resistance as she folded down the lace flat round white collar and then tied the ends of the white satin sash on his back into a big lovely bow. She took out his pigtails now, rifling through all the freed curls with her pick and then her fingers. He barely flinched when she slid on a big white headband with an attached huge bow tie type bow to front all his released now unruly curls as she pushed them away from his face. She had him step into some ivory Mary Janes which perfectly matched the tights she left on him and then handed him his dance bag as they were done for the day. It was off to dinner as he sat like the perfect little lady, eating mac and cheese like he hadn't eaten in a week and then barely functioning as she dragged them shopping from store to store. He and Kayla were both asleep in the car as they rode back to Jeanine's place and quickly passed out the moment they changed into their nightgowns when they got home. For the next 4 days, the routine was exhausting but pretty much followed the same pattern, allowing him little time to worry about his situation. Each day they assured him that Mrs. Baker would be back soon, so didn't even bother complaining each day, hearing Mrs. Baker was recovering and knowing there was little he could do about it anyway. He was almost accustomed to being in tutus and then dresses and being fussed over by Jeanine and her daughter. He just went with the flow, taking showers before bed with a cap over his head and each evening when they would repaint his nails to match the next day's outfit. He barely even flinched when they experimented before class each morning with different makeup and no longer worried concerning himself when they curled or braided his hair. When they got up the last morning of class, he was chipper and happy knowing it was about to end as Jeanine surprised him awaking him alone. "So today for a change you'll begin with a bath instead of a quick shower, ok honey?" said Jeanine, handing him a few towels. "I'll need you to wash and scrub well and then shampoo that hair really well, ok?" "Oh, I guess it's been a while," said Chris, heading in and lying in the bubbles. He scrubbed and shampooed as she requested, and then got quite a surprise as Lauren walked in as he lay back relaxing in the tub. "Did I startle you, Krissy?" said Lauren with a brush and comb. "A little," said Chris as instinctively he covered his privates under all the bubbles. "Sorry, I just want to get the knots out and then you can finish yourself, ok?" said Lauren as she proceeded to kneel next to the tub and brush through his hair. "Sure I guess," Chris answered, having no options anyway as she lifted and combed through each section perfectly. "Good girl," said Lauren, stroking until she was satisfied. "You've got such pretty hair and I had fun doing it for you this whole week. Now dry off and put on you panties and I'll meet you inside ok?" "OK?" said Chris as she wrapped his head turban style and then left. His skin never felt softer as he exited the tub, quickly drying off and jumping into his pull up. When he came from the bathroom, Jeanine was waiting for him as she brought him to the kitchen as oddly Kayla was sitting under a bonnet dryer, covered in a cape with her hair in curlers. He was used to them drying and curling his hair, so de didn't think much of it as they sat him on a high stool and Jeanine removed the turban. They wrapped a cape over his entire body, which they normally didn't do before creating his pigtails, but it didn't seem all that abnormal as Jeanine took her brush, parting his hair down the middle like she did every day. He sat really giving her no trouble as this didn't seem that strange, until she brushed a thick section in front covering his eyes. It was only there a minute as she twisted it with her fingers, and when his vision cleared he watched her pinch open a big clip and clamp it all on his forehead. From shoulder to shoulder now, she combed through his damp hair working her way all the way around and on his back. It still didn't register as anything odd as she stroked through it from the middle part all the way to the bottom, until he noticed the scissor in her right hand and the comb in her left. "Chin up Krissy and look straight ahead for me," said Jeanine lifting his chin with the back of her hand. "Wait," Chris was getting nervous, twisting his face. "You're not....." "It's fine sweetie," replied Jeanine, lovingly squeezing his cheeks together before gently straightening his face. "You've got so many dead ends that are a disaster and your Aunt agreed it's time. We've got to fix them and I want you to be the prettiest one there today. You know I wouldn't do anything that won't look absolutely adorable on you of course. Now chin up and look straight ahead until I tell you sweetie, because the whole class has agreed to look in unison today." Chris didn't like the sound of what she was saying, as he could feel the urge to urinate the moment he heard the scissor snipping through his hair. He had heard his mother complain about dead ends before, knowing that was the messy tips of his hair but he never really acted on fixing them. He couldn't tell exactly how much she was trimming until he felt the outside of the cold scissor against the middle of his neck and at the base above his upper vertebrae. He tried lifting his hand, nervously trying to feel what she had done but to no avail as it was trapped under his cape. He began panicking when she combed through it, feeling the teeth of the comb touch his bare neck near his collar bone as he looked up in fear seeing her surveying her work. "Almost done sweetie," said Jeanine, removing the clip as suddenly his eyes were covered by his hair. "Now be still one more minute and I'll dry it ok?" When the outside of the blade slid across his forehead, he hoped what he thought was happening really wasn't as he was unable to stop the warm rush filling his pull up as it only took a moment for his vision to be cleared. "How cute is that mom?" spouted Lauren, covering her mouth excitedly as Chris looked down, seeing the huge clumps across his cape until again Jeanine lifted his chin. "Oh Krisssssssy!!!! You're are just so precious!" "Continue looking up Krissy, or they'll be crooked," said Jeanine brushing and trimming. "I may be biased, but I agree she'll definitely be the cutest in her group today, hands down." "No doubt," said Lauren, as Jeanine picked up her hairdryer. "And now she does look even more like the little cousin." He began shivering, seeing the huge clumps of his hair being blown from the cape as Jeanine then turned the dryer to his hair. With a thick brush she stroked through his hair, removing all of the dampness fairly quickly until she switched it off and then brushed through it a few more times. He was half in shock as she misted his head a bit with hairspray, and then Lauren touched his lobes, changing his earrings as he could feel the socks and shoes being placed on his feet. Finally Lauren removed his cape and then placed him standing on the floor before quickly Jeanine dropped a dress over his head. He knew the drill all too well as she pulled his arms though the sleeveless straps and then spun him buttoning the back. "Wait I thought we had dance?" Chris was confused, looking at the swaying skirt, expecting a tutu. "You do, but we'll dress you there," replied Lauren, packing all types of cosmetics and accessories in a few bags. "It's you're recital silly, and there will be lots of outfit changes but everyone gets their costumes there! Your innocence is so priceless, Krissy." "She looks so cute grandma!" said Kayla, coming over chiming in. "But I'll miss her in pigtails." "Oh we can still do them easily, but at least now she can have her hair down sometimes without it being so messy," said Jeanine. "Four of the six girls in the jazz number already had similar lengths, so Katie's mom and I thought we could easily do some shaping and they'd all look adorable matching." "Shorter pigtails are just as cute, and her hair was becoming a disaster anyway," said Lauren with a giggle. "But don't worry sweetie, I've still got plenty to curl and I'll do it up all pretty later for the finale. They're got so many pretty things in mind for you girls that should be just magnificent, but in the end you'll still be my curly girly girl." "I'm in a recital?" said Chris ready to puke. "I can't be in one!" "Don't panic," said Jeanine, taking his hand. "You'll still be with the youngest kids, because it's your first time and you're really just learning. It's no big deal. You'll be the tallest little girl in the group and you look so much younger now with your pretty little haircut." "Trust me, everyone will be fawning over you," said Lauren taking him by the hand. "This will be so much fun being backstage as a dance mom." He felt himself actually shuddering as he reached up with his other hand, miffed at how much Jeanine had shortened his hair. Lauren looked down, aware of his dismay lifting him to her hip kissing his cheek and then carrying him over to the mirror. She squeezed him tightly and kissed him all over to comfort him before placing him back on the ground. It was hard to fathom he could be surprised by his appearance once again, as he did look even more childish. It was bad enough that he had grown accustomed to being in pigtails that he'd soon pull out, except now that was no longer possible as he cringed looking at his new haircut. At the end of a deep sigh, a single tear streamed down his left cheek as he reached up touching the blunt end of his cute cut with his fuchsia colored nail, before running his fingers right through it. Gone was the straggly hair that used to sit on his shoulders, as it had been replaced with the simple long bobbed style of a young girl trying to grow it out in her early years. In reality, she probably didn't trim off that much, as it hung perfectly straight about two inches above his shoulders and about that same distance past his chin. He could deal with length he thought, but in no way could he fix the long section she had snipped off to create cute little bangs, as he now understood what the big clumps he saw roll down his cape were. Without a stitch of makeup, Jeanine had successfully transformed him further than he could have imagined, as he swayed nervously watching his skirt swish, seeing a delicate little thing stare back at him. He was dressed stylishly like he normally was after class, in a silver and pink taffeta dress and looking down at the sparking silver bracelet on his wrist. On top the bright pink fitted sleeveless bodice was woven with delicate metallic thread to give a glittery effect and perfectly accentuated the silver tulle skirt, which was made from tantalizing taffeta delivering a sparkling finish. He certainly appeared very dressy for the late morning, feeling ready to scream as he scrunched his toes in anguish inside his silver ruffled socks and sparkly silver flats. "Ok shall we ladies?" said Lauren, grabbing her pocketbook. "A few quick pit stops and it's be time. I can't wait for the big show this afternoon. I'll go pull the car around mom." "Ok, just let me grab a few things and I'll bring the kids right out," said Jeanine, heading into the bathroom. "Get your dance bags girls and I'll be right out." "Ready cuz," said Kayla, slapping a silver purse into his chest. "My grandma said she's going to treat us to anything we want at the mall if have a great show." "Please Kayla," Chris folded his arms. "I am not doing this. You've pushed me all week and I've just had enough." "Don't screw this up for me, Krissy?" said Kayla. "There's new boots I want. It's just stage fright, and you'll get over it." "I won't," said Chris, starting to freak. "Kayla you do it and I'll just watch. Maybe my Aunt will be home today anyway and I can get out of this." "Are you kidding?" said Kayla annoyed. "We've been practicing all week and you'll ruin classes' routines. You're doing it!" "I can't do this anymore, and you can't force me!" Chris was shaking. "I'm done with all this crap and with you telling me what to do." "Stop being a baby! No wonder you're still in pull ups," yelled Kayla, grabbing his arm. "Now you're doing it and let's go." "I'm not," said Chris, pulling away. "Now let go of me! Let go." As Chris pulled his arm away, he spun back quickly tripping over his own feet and smashed his jaw into the marble counter. "Grandma!"!! screamed Kayla immediately as it was the last thing Chris heard as he found himself on the floor. "Oh my Gawwwwdddddd. Get me some ice, and call Lauren!"!! Screamed Jeanine, rushing towards him lifting him to his feet. Chris was shaking the cobwebs from his head as he looked down, seeing his dress covered in blood as he found himself being cradled by Jeanine as she was applying pressure to his mouth with a towel. Lauren rushed over with a few wet rags quickly wiping his face until finally the blood had subsided. "It's ok sweetie. Take some of this to calm you down and you'll feel better in a few minutes," said Lauren, squirting a liquid from an eye dropper down his throat and holding him in her lap now, rocking him. "Lauren maybe just go get her one of the other dresses." "That's a problem, mom," said Lauren. "She's worn everything that Mrs. Baker has made her already. This was her last dress." "Who cares if she's worn it already Lauren? How dirty could it be?" said Jeanine, getting annoyed. "I think she's ok but she can't wear this. It's covered in blood. You're ok right sweetie?" "I think so," said Chris, trying to reach up as she stopped him from touching his face. "But please I feel gross. Get me out of this." "Ok stay calm here," said Lauren, stressing a little. "I think you're having a senior moment mom, remember you sent me to the dry cleaner like two hours ago with everything, and all we have left is pajamas. Maybe we could leave her in those and stop at the mall." "Oh crap, I'm sorry you're right but we won't have time to shop," said Jeanine, tapping her forehead. "Plus obviously everyone will be dressed, and she can't show up in pajamas. I know hold her and I'll go dig out something that I still have around from Kayla." Lauren held him in her lap as it did calm him down having his head rest between her boobs. It only took a few minutes and then Jeanine returned, tossing a number of outfits on her bed, rummaging through them as everyone sat patiently. "Well Kayla hasn't been this small in many years but since your Aunt made this for her when she was little I think this should work," said Jeanine holding up a dress. "Oh I remember that!" said Lauren nodding. "And I guess it'll definitely be appropriate, considering she'll be with the younger group anyway. That's so pretty." Chris looked up, feeling the medicine starting to numb his face, feeling a bit better as Jeanine unbuttoned him and slipped his dress over his head. He was pretty surprised, seeing exactly how much blood had been scatted across its body and skirt and was way too stunned to even put up any opposition, as quickly they got him to his feet lowering the new dress over his head. "Wow?" said Lauren giving her mother a sideways look. "Fits pretty well. It's not too... you know." "No and please don't make a big deal, Lauren," said Jeanine, shooting her a dirty look to shut up. "Couldn't be more perfect! You look gorgeous, Krissy. Change her shoes back the to white ones, and let's get moving." "Ok come on honey," said Lauren, changing his shoes and then placing him down. "You feel alright to dance right?" "Of course she does," said Jeanine annoyed. "She's worked so hard all week to be ready, and I can't wait to see her out there. And they were loose anyway after she feel at your party." "And she's even cuter without those baby teeth," said Lauren, hugging and kissing him before he turned seeing his likeness. "Right my gorgeous little dancer." He gasped, covering his mouth, totally stunned, before removing his palm from his swollen lips traumatized that his two top front teeth were now missing. It all happened so quickly as he couldn't believe he had smashed his face that hard, quivering as he could barely recognize the kid looking back at him. In a way it had come full circle from where it began earlier in the week, as he was back in a yellow dress only this time it was more suited for a really young girl, as he looked so babyish now, especially with his new haircut and altered smile. He was speechless staring at the bodice of his dress, it was a subdued pale yellow color yet shone richly as it was made of a pure silk material. The sleeves were short with big ruffled tops, and on the left side of the bodice a large fuchsia and white flower decorated it. At his waist, an entire row of alternating yellow and fuchsia flowers decorated a white sash before twisting into a large fuchsia silk bow behind him, and below it the tea length skirt exploded. The skirt consisted of a translucent layer of glittered crinoline on top, followed by a bell shaped pale yellow silk skirt beneath. It delivered an almost fairy like appearance, as it completely puffed under the silk over skirt before the fuchsia and then white crinoline under layers poked out. At his ankles, fuchsia ruffled socks daintily covered his ankles and tightly buckled pale white Mary Janes finished off his extremely juvenile look. "Come here, sweetie," said Lauren, stepping behind him brushing quickly behind only his bangs before snapping in a clip with a large fuchsia flower attached and then picking him up to her hip. "That'll make you feel better. I know you always like me making your hair perfect, and now it is. Come on. I bet you'll feel better on that stage and there's not a doubt in my mind of who'll steal the show today." He couldn't stop touching his mouth on the ride as he was completely obsessed with the gap now between his teeth. It was a quiet ride as even Kayla didn't know what to say to him as they sat listening to the music, zoning out. Lauren carried him from the car, comforting him as they entered a small theater and then as they arrived, Lauren led him back stage as he recognized some of the girls from his class and then noticed some that were even younger. "I must be dweaming?" sputtered Chris as Lauren sat him down and dug through her makeup bag. "How adorable do you sound with that little lisp," said Lauren with a giggle. "I think my mom was right that this was going to be an amazing recital." "Peaz, pleaz Lawin," cried Chris, starting to completely panic. "I cwan't go on a stage." "Of course you can and I wouldn't miss it for the world," said a familiar voice from behind. "I expect our little Krissy will really shine!" "Aunt B?" asked Chris, feeling emotional. "I'm so so hwappy you're otay." "And I'm so happy to see our little Krissy has done so well while I was recuperating," said Mrs. Baker, leaning down and giving him a hug. "Seeing all the pictures of you in all the dresses I made really helped put a smile on my face every day. I guess in the end, the physical fatigue and stress that was put on my health was worth it." "Peaz, peaz get me out of here Mrs. B," said Chris, whispering in her ear. "I pwomise I'll never cause you an ounce of trowble ever ever again." "Oh that much I'm sure of dear," said Mrs. Baker, breaking the hug looking into his eyes. "Lauren why don't you go get her costume and I'll watch her for a minute." "Sure, thanks Mrs. Baker," said Lauren hurrying away. "I'll give you two a minute to catch up anyway. I'm can see how excited Krissy is to see you again." "You see pretty little girls are never much trouble. Are they my precious Krissy?" said Mrs. Baker, opening her bag. "Now since I heard about you're unfortunate innocent, I thought I'd make sure you don't go on stage hungry so I brought you some need nutrition." "Mrs. B." Chris saw her take out the jars. "Peaz don't embarrass me like that? Now get me outta here?" "Nonsense dear, and of course we can't have you destroy another dress can we?" said Mrs. Baker, placing a pink bib around his neck. "Now open and don't you give me an ounce of trouble like you just promised." "Peaz," Chris tried turning his cheek. "Krissy. I expect you to fully respect and obey your elders, correct dear?" said Mrs. Baker, strongly as she squeezed his thigh. "I said open young lady." He opened, gagging on the first spoon as she knew it must have really shocked his pallet as he tasted the prunes. His expressions spoke louder than words as she scraped out every ounce and then followed with the green beans and then squash as she wouldn't let up. She wiped his face constantly as he noticed some of the other kids looking over at him being treated so babyish. "Should I expect any more whining and complaining, or can I relax and enjoy the show?" asked Mrs. Baker, looking him in the eye, seeing the look of disgust on his face. "My Krissy loves dance, right?" "I wove dance," said Chris gulping. "Peaz I need a dwink. It's gwoss." "Auntie will change you and I'll give you one in privacy," said Mrs. Baker, grabbing her bag and taking him by the hand to the handicapped stall , closing the door behind them. "Hopefully this will be the last time, because I hope I won't need to embarrass you again, correct?" "Cowwect?" said Chris softly as she lifted him to the changing table and opened her diaper bag. He almost ripped the bottle from her fingers, sucking down the milk to remove the nasty tastes from his buds as he could barely believe how she was treating him. She was certainly making sure he'd do nothing to give them any grief as she changed his pull up before placing him back to the floor. "No, I'm treating you like a big girl as I left you in a pretty pink pull up so let's go see if Lauren is ready for you understood?" said Mrs. Baker opening the stall. He nodded, breaking eye contact as she took him by the hand back outside. He was almost thankful when he saw Lauren opening her makeup bag and applying more cosmetics to his face than he thought possible. When she finished, he gave them no trouble at all being placed in a group photo with girls half his actual age, and didn't utter a word being changed with a dozen other girls into their ballet outfits. Any ounce of dignity he had was completely gone as he found himself dressed in a long sleeved, cotton candy pink multilayered organza tutu with pale pink tights and matching ballet flats. He gave not an ounce of resistance as Lauren brushed his bob into a bun and inserted pin after pin, before adding the delicate satin pink bow to the right side of the perfect full bodied chignon. He looked over, seeing his image as a ballerina extremely made up with big glossy red lips and huge lashes. He couldn't stare long as he was interrupted by some of the other girls coming over joining hands, and before he even gave it a second thought he was in the middle of a chain of ballerinas being lead back stage. "Break a leg little cuz," screamed Kayla, giggling as he past her seeing how different she looked all made up and in a skinny silver and black costume. What she said barely registered as he was placed in position by his teacher as the curtain was opening and the bright lights shone into his face. He instinctively did as he was trained, forming poses and pirouetting with a group of younger girls crazily balancing on his toes gracefully. He was in the middle being the tallest, as he tried seeing Mrs. Baker and the others in the audience, but the light was somewhat blinding in his face. It was a huge relief as he happily lined up holding hands when their number was over, and let out a deep sigh as he bowed with the entire group and hurried off stage. "You were amazing!" yelled Lauren, hugging and kissing him the moment he got backstage. "Ok let get ready for the next number." "Oh peaz can't we just stop now," said Chris as she quickly pulled down his sleeve. "Very funny," said Lauren, quickly getting him out of his outfit. "You'll be fine just like you were in the ballet number." He could see Lauren was enjoying every moment of this as, it didn't take her more than five minutes to have him into his jazz outfit. She took her tasks so seriously, chatting with all the backstage mothers sharing gossip and ideas and before he knew it she was gluing large glittery lashes to his lids. It was nauseating seated with all the girls as she pulled out pins, taking down his bun as he stared down at himself now in a gold tassel covered dress. Bored, he clicked the heels of his gold sparkle flats as she slipped his hands into the gold elbow length gloves and then took her brush quickly raking through his hair. It felt better as she straightened each section with her flat iron, and then slipped on a thin sequin covered headband to his head before touching up his lips. He could tell now why they cut his hair, seeing all the other girls in identical bobs, bangs and makeup looking exactly alike and it wasn't but another moment until they walked back stage again as a unit. He couldn't shake the butterflies from his belly, performing his jazz number as he watched all the others to make sure he was doing what he should. It was strange feeling the bluntness of his cut swirl when they spun, or impossible not to watch all the tassels spin in sync with their hair. It felt like a never ending process even when the song ended as they only took a short break before he was quickly into a metallic and cobalt outfit for hip hop and then finally his costume for tap. "You're doing awesome, Krissy. You've got a longer breather before the next one, so just sit still as we're in the home stretch honey!" Lauren spun him as she began curling his hair. "Now sit and let's curl you up all pretty." "So wewre almost done wight?" asked Chris growing tired as he could feel her twisting away behind his head. "I just want to go hwome, and we only pwacticed one more dance that I wemember." "I know you're getting tired, but one more and then the finale," said Lauren as she baked in curls after curl. "Okwy," said Chris defeated as he sat there, just letting her fill his head with twirls for the next ten minutes or so. Finally she saturated the back of his curls with hairspray, and then twisted her curling iron horizontally in his bangs. She brushed his bangs a few times and then again curled them under one last time until they were absolutely perfect as she checked him a few times until she was completely satisfied. "Ohhhh... you look so gorgeous!" exclaimed Lauren, thrilled as she added a little more eye shadow. "I hate for this even to end!" He rolled his eyes, feeling so much better knowing it was his last dance and she covered his eyes, saturating his head one last time in hair spray. He was one of the many girls half gagging on fumes as she pinned on a huge sequin covered bow to his head and he stood up ready for his last number. He was used to himself in curls, but for the first time the thick barrel twirls exploded outward behind the huge red Minnie mouse size bow which stood up at the middle of his crown. His hair almost looked like a costume wig, as the normal long tight corkscrew curls he was used to had been replaced with Lauren's new creation, looking more cylinder and doll like especially now that they had shortened is hair to a bob. Adding to his theatrical appearance was the fact he was now dressed in an ultra-sparkly black and red tap dress with sheer black tights that screamed sexy yet were juvenile. The criss-crossing straps added a sophisticated touch to the short dress's glistening sequin spandex bodice, and the big 3-layer tulle tutu screamed dainty little princess. The full tricot skirt featured a glittery black polka dot tulle top skirt above red and black ruffled layers, and the black satin waist inset was accented with a sweet satin red rosettes and bows. Bored, he clicked the heels of his shiny black tap shoes as she painted at his lips once again, and then rubbed on some blush before he knew the drill as they walked back stage again. He tapped like a pro, unable to hold back his big smile as he knew he was finished when he took his bow. He felt such a huge sense of relief as he found himself holding hands with the other girls as they all excitedly skipped off stage being greeting by thrilled dance moms backstage. The smile never left his face as he went back out with Kayla and everyone following their lead, curtsying during the finale as he was overjoyed to be finished. When the curtain closed behind him, he saw Mrs. Baker waving him off stage as he came down the stairs towards the audience, hugging Mrs. Baker, Jeanine and even Kayla as he couldn't wait to get back to Mrs. Baker's and out of all this. "You were great, Krissy," a voice spoke as Chris turned, being handed a bouquet of flowers. "Oh thwnks Melwin," said Chris, being handed another by Seth and being kissed on the cheek by them both. "Oh you too Seth. I didn't kwow you gwys were here?" "Yes, they insisted on coming," said Claudia, patting her sons and then hugging Chris. "You were sensational Christine, and absolutely the most stunning of all the dancers. A natural!" "Yeah," said Melvin sheepishly. "You did great and look really pretty, Krissy." "Oh thwnks," said Chris, feeling nauseous. "Oh guys, give her a minute to change and we'll talk about tomorrow in a few minutes," said Mrs. Baker, taking him by the hand. "We'll be right back." "What's tommowow?" asked Chris as his eyes widened as she dragged him backstage. "Please take me home and out of all thws?" "There'll be no rush dear, but I agree you will need your rest! Tomorrow we stop at the bridal shop first thing and then rehearse with the boys," said Mrs. Baker. "Oh I'm afraid to ask?" whined Chris, feeling light headed again. "Rehearse what?" "It's ok Mrs. Baker. I didn't tell her yet, as she had enough on her plate with the recital," said Lauren, waiting backstage with his dress. "I didn't want her worrying about even more things." "Tell me whwt?" Chris yelped as they helped him off with his shoes and costume. "Well, you'll be rehearsing because I decided to add all of you as junior ushers and flower girls to my wedding this weekend," Lauren exclaimed as they dropped the little yellow and pink dress he came in back over his head. "Isn't that exciting?" "Exciting?" Chris said as they put him back in ankle socks and Mary Janes. "I think it is?" a familiar voice stunned Chris as he spun his neck around as he got to his feet. "I love weddings!" "Mom?" cried Chris in total shock. "You wuuurrrre here?" "Yes, I got here just in time for ballet, and you did beautifully," said his mother, coming over hugging him and whispering in his ear. "And I know everything, so don't get too excited." "You dwo?" said Chris as his mother softly touched his face. "Yes, Doris and I talked every day, and I must say you've never looked so perfect," said Justine, with a sheepish grin taking the big bow from his hair. "Lauren do you mind if I take this out myself?" "Oh, of course not?" said Lauren as she took the bow from Justine. "Thanks, because I have to say I just love the haircut you ladies gave her, and the curls Lauren, are fabulous. But I'm partial to her in pigtails, especially in such a darling dress," said Justine, using her fingers to create a middle part and separate some curls as she pointed to a bin on the table filled with hair accessories. "May I?" "Sure," said Lauren, intrigued. "Take anything you'd like." "Thanks." Justine took two bands with double pink flowers from the bin as she held them against his dress for a moment. "These match perfectly right?" He couldn't believe what was happening as she quickly gathered all his hair on one side and stretched the band, wrapping it before he felt the tightness he knew all too well and heard the snapping sound. It only took but another moment, as quickly she finished the other side and then she gave a few tugs at the ends of his hair, tightening at each side. "Peaz mom," whined Chris, flabbergasted that his mother had just treated him like all the other women, hoping it was part of her plan to get him out of there as he flicked his hair away from her, standing up. "Arewn't we dwone now?" "Somebody's tired, I see?" said Justine, giving him a stern look as she turned him back, facing her lifting his chin looking him in the eye. "But don't be rude sweetheart after all these lovely ladies have done for you." "Yes mom," said Chris softly, embarrassed. "I'm partial to keeping her in pigtails too," said Mrs. Baker nodding. "I just couldn't put them in all the fancy styles like Lauren or Jeanine. They're so talented with hair." "They really are," said Justine, picking at the pigtails with her fingers. "You'll need to teach me how to do the curls so perfectly Lauren. I really like the curls on her, so we might be doing that more often." "I would love that," said Lauren, flicking her wrist. "I was hoping you won't mind her getting some highlights for my wedding. Kayla will be getting them too, and the photographer says they really make the pictures looks fantastic, especially behind the little tiaras I'll have on the girls." "That they do," said a man, interrupting and handing Justine a card. "Excuse me for interrupting ladies, but allow me to introduce myself. John Almonte from the Alliance Talent Agency. You are Krissy's mom, correct?" "Yes?" said Justine, surprised. "Well, we loved her performance, and we'd like permission to use some of the pictures we took today," said Mr. Almonte, writing a check. "In fact we believe with more training and some acting lessons, that we could use her in a number of things. I'd like to offer you a thousand dollars right now just for the photo rights, and maybe we could talk more privately about some future shoots." "Are you kidding?" said Justine surprised, looking at the check as he led Justine away by the elbow. "I'm sorry but that just wouldn't work. I'm not here to exploit my child like that." "Oh we're not like that at our agency, Justine," said Mr. Almonte, looking her in the eyes. "But we do believe she's got a look that's just stunning and unique. She's got wonderful potential if you'd allow us to help her develop it." "Really? Come on?" said Justine, staring back at him questioning. "Just the dental work to fix her teeth is going to cost me more than that, and she's not exactly what you think, Mr. Almonte." "You ok, Justine?" asked Mrs. Baker, chasing them and interrupting. "Be careful of these vultures." "I assure you I'm no vulture, ladies. How about the thousand would be just for today's picture rights, and would a five thousand dollar retainer on top of that be more appropriate?" said Mr. Almonte, writing another check as they walked across the room to a more private area. "She's got the perfect look I know a few our sponsors would love. We represent some dress designers, and a tall young girl this gorgeous can model so many different types of outfits." "So six thousand dollars?" asked Justine, stunned, and covering her chest before whispering to Mrs. Baker. "Wow that would really help with our situation. But I just couldn't...could I?" "Oh dear," said Mrs. Baker, looking over her shoulder at Chris and whispering to Justine. "Remember you're doing all this for Chris, so do what's best." "Ladies, she could almost start immediately as I've been looking for a pretty 5 to 6 year old to model a new designer dress line we just brought in, and I'd love to do the shoot before her teeth come in," said Mrs. Almonte. "I can picture those pigtails in their cute top and rompers with the big gap smile being a big hit." "Mr. Almonte, this all seems incredible, and I could really use the money, but I have to level with you because those teeth won't be coming in any time soon," said Justine, taking a deep breath and clutching Mrs. Bakers arm, sighing. "You see Chris may look younger and adorable, but she's almost double that age. Plus she didn't lose her baby teeth, as her permanent ones were knocked out accidentally in a fall just recently. So as much as I'd love to take your money, and this all sounds great,. I just couldn't as it would just be a lie." "Wow, I do admire you Justine, but I already realized she was much older and that's why it would work," said Mr. Almonte, explaining. "You see we always look for older models that look younger, as we know they can more easily understand and follow direction. It helps make things go quickly, as working with babies and toddlers are a disaster. So what do you say Justine?" "And how about pretty boys?" asked Justine, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes to one side. "Since we're being completely honest. Little Krissy is really Christopher, not Christine." "Seriously?" Mr. Almonte raised his eyebrows and almost dropped his clipboard and checkbook. "Yes, seriously," replied Justine, reaching out her hand. "But thanks anyway, Mr. Almonte." "I can go as high as ten thousand for a retainer, and you'd get five thousand a day, plus royalties," said Mr. Almonte writing another check. "We'll cover the dental work but for the next eighteen months or so we keep her like this, with this amazing baby faced smile. I'll get her tutor lined up and she'll be home schooled. I can see Carter's and Once Upon a Time and so many others wanting her. She's going to be busy, busy, busy!" "Mr. Almonte? You understood what I said, right?" asked Justine, stunned as she watched Mr. Almonte texting away on his phone and scribbling in his checkbook. "Of course I did Justine," said Mr. Almonte, excitedly stuffing the check in her hand and taking more forms from his bag handing them to Mrs. Baker. "Thing is .... you have the prettiest boy I've ever seen, and no one would ever take him for anything but the gorgeous little thing that she is. We can do tons with him, and then when the time is right we'll let out the truth about gender. It won't be for a few years or until she looks ten or even like a preteen. But when we do, Bruce Jenner quadrupled his value in no time and so will you!" "And why did you hand me these?" said Mrs. Baker, just as stunned. "Because we'd like to use you as a consultant, and pay you to continue to make Krissy custom dresses for some appearances and candid's," said Mr. Almonte. "I guarantee you when some our clients see her in some of your amazing creations, they may look to license them from you. So do I have your consent, Justine? I'd like to book her a perm right after the wedding, as I'm positive we'll be keeping her in curls." "Chris!" shouted Justine across the room, waving him over. "Wewre finally weady to leave wom?" said Chris, hurrying over. "Yup we're ready," said his mother, softly touching his head and then taking a pen, signing the agreement. "And I've got good news honey. Mommy is quitting her job and you'll no longer need to go to school, so I'll never have to leave you with someone else ever again." "Wow, that's fantastic!" said Chris, smiling ear to ear. "Wait? And is there bad news?" "Well it's nothing a pretty little girl like you can't handle," said Justine, taking him by the hand.