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A Christmas Carol By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One As the plane started its initial descent, Carl stared out the window, beginning to awake from his long coast to coast flight. His mother turned towards him lovingly kissing his forehead and rubbing his back gently as his father snapped his laptop shut at hearing the stewardess's announcement. Carl had never been to the West Coast before, and was extremely excited to finally meet the family he hadn't seen since he was a toddler. He always enjoyed hearing stories about his mother's side, but he'd finally get to meet his grandmother and cousins he had only seen in pictures. As the wheels touched down, he could see the stress on his mother's face as his father reached across his seat touching her wrist. "It'll be fine, Darlene," said Keith. "She's your mother remember?" "I know, but you remember how she is right?" said Darlene wiping some sweat from her brow. "You couldn't have forgotten." "I didn't and you've been getting ready for this day for years right?" said Keith smiling. "But it's your mother and I promised whatever way you choose to deal with this I'll still support you." "I know," said Darlene, leaning over past Carl's seat and kissing her husband as he leaned over, meeting her half way. "Love you honey!" "Love you too." Keith gave her one more kiss. "Eeewwwhh!" whined Carl. "Maybe save that for when you're not on top of me! Gross." "Oh yeah you little squirt." His mother immediately tickled him and then planted kiss after kiss on her son until he got uncomfortable. "Ok, ok mom," said Carl pushing her away. "Jeashhh! Yuk! Easy with that." His parents both enjoyed a quick chuckle as the plane stopped and the seatbelt light went off. Keith took their carry ons from the overhead as they wheeled them forward out of the plane and then picked the rest of their luggage at the baggage claim. It was a process renting the car and then finally they were on their way to his grandmother's house. It was nothing like any holiday season he had ever known, as he was used to seeing snow on the ground and it not being eighty degrees. He stared out the window, seeing palm trees instead of ever greens and people in t-shirts instead of winter coats. They drove for about a half hour until he was surprised as they pulled up at a small roadside motel as his father pulled into a parking spot and then got out. "Wait we're not going to grandma's today?" asked Carl, surprised. "I thought we were having dinner with her tonight and then meeting my cousins tomorrow on Christmas Eve?" "Well that's still the plan honey," replied his mother spinning towards the back talking to him. "It's just that its been a long trip and we're all going to freshen up and change first." "Oh, that makes sense," said Carl. "I know you always say how particular grandma is, so I guess we should make a good impression." "You're so smart," said his mother leaning back and pinching his cheeks. "Somebody's been listening to my conversations, haven't they." "Well sometimes it's hard not to, mom," said Carl. "I know and I'm sorry," said Darlene with a grin. "Then I'm sure you over heard that she expects to be called Nana." "Yup! Got it mom," said Carl giving the thumbs up. "And she's looking forward to finally seeing you again," said Darlene, lecturing now. "And just remember she's 90 right and old people can be very set in their ways." "Mom, ok, ok," said Carl rolling his eyes. "You can count on me to be on my best behavior and be respectful. I've met old people before." "But not like this honey," said Darlene shaking her head with a smile. "Ok, let's roll," said Keith, shaking the keys as he opened the door taking out the luggage. They walked right into the small one bedroom suite as everyone dragged in their bags. Immediately Darlene removed her toiletry case from her suitcase and walked into the bathroom, running the tub. When she came out, she handed Carl her shampoo, a pink soap and two towels as he looked up at her surprised. "Ok, right in the tub and I'll let you soak for about thirty minutes while i iron and get your outfit ready," said Darlene. "Wash really good everywhere and don't miss a spot. Trust me if you do Nana will know it!" "But this isn't my stuff. It's yours isn't it?" said Carl immediately objecting. "It is, but it's all I brought," said his mother pushing back. "Now a little softer scent will be better as Nana can't handle any of that pungent crap you have at home anyway. Now shush and go enjoy the bubble bath." It did feel soothing as he lay back enjoying the warm water in the large tub as the bubbles really built up when he turned on the jets timer to max. It had been a long day traveling, so he wasn't complaining even if the scented bubbles did seem a bit flowery for his tastes as he daydreamed with his eyes closed until finally twenty minutes had elapsed and the jets turned off. "You just love being lazy don't you?" said his mother entering and noticing he hadn't washed at all. "Sorry, it's not a half hour yet right?" grinned Carl as she opened her bottle and began shampooing his hair. "Mom, I don't need help," whined Carl as she lathered and turned on the little sprayer rinsing his head. "I know but we both know you tend to be lazy in the hygiene department." Darlene covered his head in conditioner swirling all of his unruly hair atop his head. "I'm not taking any chances with bringing you to Nana filthy. Now leave the conditioner on until the timer clicks off and before you fall back asleep wash up please." She turned the timer half way and placed the soap right in his hands. He rolled his eyes as she left taking the soap and washing himself from neck to toe before tossing it under the bubbles and lying back half asleep. When the timer clicked off the jets she returned opening the drain and placing his tooth brush on the vanity. "Rinse off, brush and out in two minutes," said his mother. "We've got a lot to do." As she left, he stood up switching on the shower head to rinse away all the suds from his body and conditioner from his hair. He took his time finally getting out and brushing his teeth before wrapping a towel around his waist and coming out. "Yes, everything's here honey," said Darlene as Carl watched her zip up two pink suitcases. "Thank you my good man," said his father taking some singles from his pocket and tipping a UPS man as Carl watched the man take away two boxes on a cart. "You got new suitcases, mom?" said Carl. "Yes, they're pretty right?" said Darlene looking for a reaction from him. "Well they're pretty bright if that's what you mean," Laughed Carl. "So can I get dressed now mom? I assumed you ironed me something like you always do?" "Of course I did but sit and let me dry and fix this hair first please," said Darlene pulling back a kitchen chair as he noticed her hair dryer, a few brushes, and a small container on the table. "And maybe just trim the ends a bit." "Ok, I was surprised you let me come out here without a haircut," said Carl as she spun the back of the chair away from the table. "I figured for sure you'd be making me cut it short again before I saw Nana, especially the way you say she is." "Oh she's old fashioned alright and she does like her boys with perfect little buzz cuts," said Darlene as he sat facing the room while brushing through it over and over removing the dampness. "I'll do something shorter with it if that's what you want but I thought you liked keeping it long." "Mom, please you know I'm one of the cool kids with longer hair in school so I'd rather not if I don't have to," said Carl turning and looking at her. "We're only here a few days for Christmas, so tell me I seriously don't have to cut it for someone I haven't seen in six years." "That's true so I'll just trim off the dead ends like I do at home then," replied Darlene, taking a comb now and parting it down the middle and stretching it straight down from shoulder to shoulder before looking over at her husband. "Ok so that's the easy part then? I mean you've been planning and letting it grow for more than two years," said Keith, making himself a drink at the mini-bar. "The rest should be interesting." "What rest?" said Carl. "I know you've been planning this trip for two years. You told me like a hundred times already." "Chin up dear," said Darlene combing and trimming the ends of his hair. "You know mommy and daddy love you more than anything right?" "Yes mom," said Carl sarcastically as he watched the tinniest of trimmings slide down his shoulders. "Good, then what I'm going to tell you will be hard at first but everything I'm doing is for your future," said Darlene, getting emotional as she brushed. "Ok, here's the deal. You know I was a late in life child as my mother didn't have me until she was in her late forties. My parents struggled for years to have me and then when they least expected it, along I came. And unfortunately my father became ill when I was a young girl and I didn't see my father much as he passed away much too young." "I know all that mom," said Carl as she turned on her blow dryer for a moment blowing it everywhere taking away a lot of the moisture. "You said you were about my age now. About ten right?" "Yes but you don't know the rest," said Darlene, switching it off and nervously brushing again. "You see my mother caught my father cheating on her with another woman and got crazy with it. He begged her for forgiveness but she could never give it and eventually tossed him from our home. She forbid me to see him so I only talked to him by phone for about six months, until finally I snuck out and visited him. I missed him so much! When she found out she came to his new house and peeked through the window, seeing me snuggling on the couch with him and his mistress. She waited until I went to sleep and then barged in, surprising him. There was a struggle and my father was injured and died later that year from the complications." "Holy cow mom," said Carl rattled. "Are you saying she killed him?" "No, the police and courts said she didn't." "But after school I went to the hospital and then his house every day trying to help him get better, but it just wasn't enough. When he finally died, the relationship between my mother and I were permanently strained. You see I was always a daddy's girl and she hated me for it. When I was eighteen, I moved out forever, eventually moving to the east coast and never went back. We always talked and she visited but grew more and more apart as we both aged. She could never bring herself to trust another man, and pushed me to do the same. Unfortunately that's no different today." "But you didn't, because you married daddy right?" said Carl with his eyes wide open now listening. "Yes and just that almost killed her, but she's a tough old goat! She tried setting me up with other women on dates, pushing me to become a lesbian and even threatened to cut me off from her will if I married him," said Darlene, tearing up. "Me fighting her on that pissed her off even more and I told her I didn't care." "But now we're finally going to visit, so does that mean she's ok with everything now?" Carl hugged his mother. "See that's the thing honey, she's really not," said Darlene taking a deep breath. "You see I actually didn't marry your father until after you were born, and I wasn't even sure if I was going to at first. I didn't even tell my mother I was pregnant and about you until the day you were born. That day your dad was overseas in the army and I was stressed and alone. About an hour after I saw how beautiful you were, I called her and broke down, telling her everything but I was weak. I'm sorry honey I was so weak but now either way you'll meet her, and I'm having you humor her one last time so you can get what's rightfully yours. So that she'll leave you your inheritance that my father worked so hard for and she squirreled away all these years." "Mom, its ok, I'm sure she'll be fine once she meets me," said Carl as she went behind him brushing his hair more feverishly now. "And how could you be considered weak. You must have been so scared. I think you seemed strong." "I was only strong in that I named you after your grandfather, and it's taken her ten years to accept that if she even has," said Darlene, tugging on his hair. "You see Carl is more of a nickname and your given name is like his. Your given name is Carol, and your dad thought it would be easier on you if we dropped the 'O' while we raised you." "Carol?" said Carl, stunned. "Isn't that a girl's name?" "Well today I think it's used by more girls than boys right now, but especially generations ago it was frequently used by both," said Darlene. "Thing is sweetie that's still not everything." "There's more?" asked Carl. "Yes, I couldn't bear to tell my mother I had a boy," said Darlene again tugging on his hair from behind. "Sooo?" "So you're saying all these years she thinks I'm a girl!" said Carl whipping around his neck to see the expression on his mother's face. "A girl named Carol!" "Well the girl part kind of... yes and Carol's actually not the given name on your birth certificate," said Darlene explaining. "You see being she thought you were female I really couldn't name you exactly after him so I thought I'd honor him and just make it a little more girly. Your actual legal name is Caroline." "Caroline," yelled Carl, panicking as he began shivering. "No way could she think I was a girl when she meets me. Dad tell her that's ridiculous?" "So you think you should have cut your hair now then, son?" said Keith folding his arms. "Because remember that UPS guy that just left? That was all your clothes that I just shipped back home. What you'll be wearing in the next few days is in there!" "No way," said Carl, jumping up as his father pointed to the pink suitcases and feeling his slightly damp hair slap him in the face. He reached up, feeling it tied tightly on one side and ran into the bathroom letting out a scream. "That's not bad honey," said his mother calmly. "Let it out! Let it all out. I know this is a lot to take in." "Yeah and screaming like a little girl like that is pretty convincing too," Teased his father downing his drink. "Stop it dad," whined Carl, pulling out the scrunchie. "Mom, you can cut it. I don't give a crap anymore but I'm not doing this." "We're way beyond that Carl," said his father. "Now you're letting your mother dress you and if you behave this will be over in three days." "No dad please!" cried Carl as his father grabbed him by the arm and pushed him back in the chair. "Three days Caroline, and we'll all laugh about this years from now," said Keith sternly. "Three days and you'll inherit what's rightfully yours, as you'll probably never see her again. The old bag won't live forever." "She's dying?" said Carl, feeling terrible now. "Is that why we finally came?" "I'm really not sure honey, as she'd never tell me," said Darlene wiping away all her tears. "I don't speak to any of my family much, but I've heard though my cousins she's been really sick this year. She is ninety you know and well time catches up with us all." "Wait, all my cousins think I'm a girl too?" said Carl staring at her. "Yes," said his mother, sheepishly nodding. "You see besides the adults, you're the only girl in our immediate family. Nana was like me. An only child and I'm her only immediate family. Your cousins come from my father's side and even though she hated him she didn't blame my father's sisters as they sided with her about my father's faults. You've really got nothing to worry about, because as kids go you'll be the only girl there and they're much older than you." "Now you know everything Caroline, so it's time to get dressed please," said Keith unzipping the pink suitcases as Carl starting shaking. "So you really sent all my clothes back home and you're saying I've got nothing but girls clothes to wear," said Carl tearing up. "Yes and you'll be fine, honey," said Darlene handing him a red satin panty. "One other little tidbit I didn't mention yet was that while your dad was in the army while you were little, I dressed you like a girl every day. So like it or not this won't be your first time in dresses." "Every day!" yelled Carl, holding up the panty staring at how small it looked next to his normal boy briefs and seeing the tiny red bow at the front waistline. "For how long! I don't remember that." "Well my mother came to help me from time to time when you were an infant so I had little choice," said Darlene explaining. "She bought almost all of your clothes and helped pay the bills so you were mostly in bows and dresses until almost three. Then daddy got his discharge and we moved from New Jersey to Boston where we live now. Once your dad was home, my mother had no desire to visit and we started fresh, letting you dress like any other little boy." "I was a girl my first three years and no one could tell!" said Carl, scratching his head and tossing the panty on the table. "I don't remember any of that." "You were too little honey and adorable," said Darlene. "Plus, my mother had no interest in changing diapers so I knew that wouldn't be an issue. She loved shopping and dressing you up all pretty, but when it came to doing more than that she was zero help just like when I was little. My dad did most of the dirty work, including the cleaning and dishes and my mother, the princess just lived in her castle never lifting a finger to get her hands dirty. It was his fault, allowing her that lifestyle but when it came time to change when I was born she just couldn't or shall I say wouldn't." "So enough with the old stories as let's get all this over with," said Keith, taking Carl's hand and stuffing it back in. "Again!!! Three days and you'll get what's rightfully yours Carl. Your college paid for. A nice house and a fast car someday. A better life like your mother should have had. Three days and we can go back to Boston knowing you'll have a bright future, because trust me, none of us have any interest staying here any longer than I have to. We're only here doing this for you." Carl opened his hand, staring down at the soft satin panty and stood up taking a deep breath. He could see the irritated look on his father's face and his mother wiping her eyes as he turned his back to them. He could hardly bare to watch as he closed his eyes, pulling them up and the moment he snapped the waistband he gulped turning towards his mother. "Ok mom," said Carl meekly fixated on himself in red panties. "Ok." "Thank you honey! Love you so much!" said his mother, immediately hugging and kissing him and then wiping away any last tears, gathering herself as she touched his shoulders and he sat back down in the chair. "Ok let's start over as I think they were too low before, but at least I got all the knots out. You've really got to condition more often honey!" He sat now as this time she started again, only this time brushing through all of his hair rather quickly. When she came around in front of him, she started at the middle of his head, digging in the pointy end of her rat-tailed comb and flipping strands back and forth until she was satisfied. She then moved again behind him, continuing the part down the middle on the back of his head while grasping on the left. He could see her now out of the corner of his eye brushing all his hair on the left into her palm and before he knew it she wound in a band as he heard it snap. When she repeated it on the right, she then came out in front of him tugging at the ends of his hair until she was satisfied with their tautness and positioning. "Ok, stand up on the chair and don't fall please," said Darlene helping him up. "Hold daddy's hand for balance while I do this." He really didn't understand much as he heard a buzzing sound and then felt the vibrating on his left calf. He looked down, seeing a white electric razor sliding up and down his leg as it kind of itched and tickled just a bit. She pushed open his legs as she worked between them and this was moving pretty fast. He was blonde and wasn't too hairy, but instantly he could see the difference as all the little hairs were gone from one leg. It took only another few minutes before she was using it on his forearms and then before he knew it all his little hairs were gone. He stood another minute as she rubbed a flowery smelling lotion all over his legs and body and then had him step down from the chair. She turned his chair now back towards the table, opening a small plastic canister and seeing all the little tools. She took his right hand first, buffing and rounding his nails and then his semi-clogged nostrils instantly cleared, smelling the pungent polish as a streak of red stroked across his thumb nail. "Keep your hands flat and open honey," said Darlene, painting over and over. "This will take a few coats and you need to make sure not to touch things while they dry." "Well you're not pulling that off so easy like the pigtails," said Keith, shaking his head. "I hope Caroline likes red." "Mom, make him stop teasing," said Carl, amazed how quick she could do this. "And I'm not used to sitting so still mom." "Oh, true," said Darlene. "Keith honey, put my Ipad on the table and play some of the videos I found for him. These are to help with a few things honey and at least they'll occupy some time while I'm getting you ready." Carl felt sick as suddenly he was the captive audience to video after video about young girl's topics. He was instantly thrust into fashion and beauty overload as he never knew there were so many types of braids or bows as he had little choice taking it all in. He was being educated about style. including dress shapes, fabrics and shoes and then even watched lesson about first time makeup and applying it. In a way it actually did help pass the time, she jumped from side to side applying coat after coat until finally he was distracted by their new shine as she added the clear top coat. "Not too shabby," said Darlene, screwing on the top now and blowing on his fingers. "Let's just keep them fanned out while I jump back to your hair." He could see on his left as she plugged in a gold barreled ribbed curling iron. and then opened a bag taking out a few spray cans. He thought she had already tied up his hair and was finished, but obviously that wasn't the case as she walked behind him, separating a section of his pigtail as he could see her stretch it to the left. It looked odd as she extended the small section out horizontally, holding it by the end while the rest just flopped down. She reached out taking a gold can from the table and then from above coated the stretched section like it being spray painted. When she placed down the spray, he could see her lift the curling iron and squeeze open the little hinge. She wasn't taking any short cuts he thought to himself, feeling the heat near his ear baking in his first ever curl as he tried not to think about it looking down at his nails framing the video he was watching about blending eye shadows. It took about a half dozen or so sections until she was done curling and working on the other side. Before he could ever consider complaining, she put down the iron and was drenching each side with a sticky hairspray as he was dying for this to end. "You ok sweetie?" asked Darlene with a chuckle as he gagged a bit from the fumes, but that didn't stop her as she covered his face for a moment with her free hand and coated the top and back of his head now. "I guess," whined Carl as she just smiled for a moment before digging through her little case then lifting his chin. It was pretty scary watching the tweezer approach the bridge of his nose as the first few yanks were the worst. "See how tough you are sweetie!" said his mother, lovingly plucking out a few more. "I'm not taking out much honey as you're a still bit young for fully manicured brows, but there are no little girls with uni-brows." "I didn't have a uni-brow," whined Carl as she plucked a bit more. "Just a few hairs over my nose. I'm sure some girls have that." "Ah not any pretty little ones I've ever seen?" said Darlene, clamping down on his lashes with her curler. "And we're not going through all this for you to look like a disaster. Trust me, my mother won't be fooled by some ordinary boy in a dress." "But that's what I am!" cried Carl as she clamped down on the other lash now. "Maybe that's what you thought you were honey but I can assure you that won't be the case when I'm done with you?" said his mother brushing through his lashes with a tiny comb. "You've now got hair as pretty as any little girl, and for the first three years of your life you never once got mistaken for a boy. Lucky for you you've got some long lashes for a boy or girl. Now look up and don't move." "Mom, I'm scared," said Carl, looking up as her mascara wand bounced off his lashes. "I watched all the videos and there's too much to learn." "Just picking up a few little things is enough," said Darlene, rubbing on a hint of blush and blowing on his lashes. "Your nails are probably dry now, and once I add a little color to your eye lids I'll be dressing you. Son or daughter I'm proud to be your mother either way. Now eyes closed until I tell you sweetie." Carl closed his eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream, but that was impossible feeling the soft touch across his eyelids. She jumped back and forth, having him open and close constantly until finally he felt nothing hearing package ruffling from behind him. "They dried nicely honey," said Darlene, touching his hands as he popped open his eyes seeing her feeling his nails. "Ok let's hope everything fits. I'm so stressing about that." "You measured him like six times, I would think so," said Keith handing her something white. "Here I rolled them gently like you said." "You're the best," said Darlene, pecking a kiss on her husband and turning to Carl. "Just sit in the chair facing me now ok." "Ok?" said Carl growing really nervous now as he knew he was about to be dressed. The moment he sat down, she lifted his foot, rolling the white tights over his ankle and then over the other foot. "Now stand honey," said Darlene as she tugged them up over the red panty and careful pulled them up tightly on each leg before the elastic settled just past his belly button. "Now sit again please." She walked across the room, taking a small shoe box from the pink suitcase now and then knelt as she opened it, removing the tissue paper. It was quite odd feeling the way the stiff flats closed in his feet and his mother buckled the little strap across his ankle. He felt ready to pee his pants as his mother got back to her feet and his father handed her a big garment bag. She looked almost giddy as she asked him to stand again as he heard her take the dress from the bag and unzip it. "Mom, I think I have to pee first," Carl shook as she touched his shoulder to calm him down. "It's just nerves, dear. You peed before we left the plane remember? Now close your eyes and l'll guide you in," said Darlene, taking her finger closing his eyes. "Lift for me and it'll be over in a second." With his eyes closed, she guided in his right leg and then the left as he could feel the dress scraping against his tights. He was quivering as she guided his arms in one at a time and then almost feeling faint as he could feel the zipper slowly slide up his back. Even her hands seemed clammy as he could felt the slightest moisture at the top of his spine as she fastened the two top rear buttons and then jerked him a bit as he felt some pressure on his lower back. "Damn! You're good honey," said Keith as Carl popped his eyes open, seeing his father observing from across the room. "Seriously?" said Darlene, racing over and turning looking at Carl with her eyes all glassy. "Oh yeah seriously!" said Keith giving her a squeeze. "She looks beautiful," Yelped Darlene as tears streamed down both cheeks. "I can't believable it! He's still as beautiful as he was as a baby!... I'm sorry I mean she." Carl looked down at his dress, turning red with embarrassment not knowing what to say as his mother ran over hugging and kissing him. He had never seen her this happy in his life as she spun him around, inspecting every inch as she twisted and adjusted every little seam on the dress and then wiped her lipstick from his face. "Mom, please," cried Carl. "This is embarrassing enough." "I'm sorry honey, now let me help you sit back down as you'll need to learn to mind your dresses when you sit and not wrinkle them," Darlene composed herself and put her hand behind his dress as he sat in the chair. "I love my Carl more than anything in the world ,but I almost forgot how much I missed my little Caroline. Please don't get upset when I say this. but even if it's only for a few days I'm glad to have her back. Honestly in a way I wish I wasn't sharing you with my mother, but since we've had to go through all this I think I'm going to enjoy having her back even though I know it's only temporary." "And it's almost time honey so you better finish up and change," said Keith looking at his watch. "Last thing we need is her being even more difficult that you brought her granddaughter there late." "You're right. Hold this for me Caroline," said Darlene handing him a plastic bin and opening the top. "And little girls don't sit like that! Cross your ankles and sit like a lady please." "Please don't call me that until we're there mom," said Carl, crossing them and seeing all the jewelry and bows inside as his mother dug through them. "We'll be doing exactly that until we're back in Boston because we can't take any chances screwing up," Scolded his father. "Plus you need to get used to saying it and luckily your voice hasn't really cracked yet," said his mother, taking some small earrings from their packaging. "Now let me get these where they need to be and be careful with them. They're magnetic. Now let's hear you say your name." "Oh this sucks," said Carl feeling the snap on his left ear. "I'm Caroline." "Oh much sweeter than that honey," said Darlene, snapping the other side now and looping on a bracelet. "Now go ahead and start it out with a hello or hi." "Hi I'm Caroline," said Carl as he could see his father shaking his head sneering. "Ok, ok... Hi I'm Caroline, your cousin from Boston. So nice to meet everyone... Is that better?" "Wonderful," said his mother clasping a necklace around his neck and then screwing open a tube, rubbing some gloss on his lips. "Rub them together. You're absolutely adorable. Now stand one last time and don't move Caroline." "Tastes like cherry," said Carl as she took the container from him before he began rubbing his lips together and she took another moment touching the edges of his lips with a brush. "See now that's not so bad right, and its all coming together honey," said Darlene twisting him facing forward away from her. "Just give me the ones that came with the dress and I think she'll be ready hon." "Ok but they look pretty big don't they?" said Keith as Carl heard more packaging opening behind him. "A little I guess but they came with the dress ,so I have to use them. She's going to be in nothing but fancy Christmas outfits anyway, so I think they'll be really cute on her," said Darlene as Carl felt a snap near his left pigtail. "Your Nana sent this dress for you, so she'll be dying to see you in it. I have to say it looks prettier on you than I expected when I first saw it online. They always say the girl makes the dress and not the other way around. It's amazing because in your case it's never been more true." "So I'm done," whined Carl feeling the second snap as his mother stepped back. "Yes darling. You're absolutely precious. Go see for yourself," replied Darlene, glowing as flipped open a closet door revealing a floor length mirror and peeked another kiss on her husband. "Ok I just need a few minutes to freshen up and change." She went into the bathroom now, closing the door as he glanced at his father and strolled towards the mirror , unable to contain his curiosity. He stopped the moment he saw his reflection, stunned as he twisted his neck watching his pigtails sway as he moved. He was an even more convincible girl than he could have fathomed he thought, as he searched for a flaw in his masquerade twisting and turning ever so innocently. He knew being a natural blonde only added to his ruse and it was a bit distressing but clear now why his mother had encouraged him to let it grow long for the past few years. His golden locks glistened as they had been placed in high pigtails which were secured towards the back of each temple and arranged just behind and above each ear. When he first saw them in the mirror, she had first put them in a loose simple fashion, but had now been repositioned and curled to form a dainty series of long hanging ringlets on each side. Above the curly tendrils, each side had been decorated with an immense Christmas plaid bow which sat atop short red and green semi-transparent curled ribbons, and below them a longer black velvet ribbon acting as the base just above the hidden scrunchie. When he reached up his finger pulling his curls, the tight coils sprung like springs snapping right back into place as he was captivated by their bounce and sway, as this effect was like nothing he experienced before. From the front to back, the continuous precision middle part which sectioned his hair felt like plaster having resulted from the super hold hairspray and gel that kept it slicked tight against his scalp. He could feel the little back magnet behind his lobe remembering a girl in his school also wore the same small sparkly green Christmas wreath earrings with the tiny red bow that he now had in his. He noticed she hadn't done much to his brows, except clean up the middle but it was amazing how big his eyes looked with huge curled lashes and some blended eye shadows. In a way it was hard to tell he was wearing much makeup, except his cheeks and lips were a few shades rosier and his mouth had never shined like this. From the neck up, he realized he could have passed for a girl wearing even his old clothes but when you added the elegant little girl's dress, he was a Christmas princess. Just touching the soft velvet bodice with his red finger tips and then sliding his hands across the silk skirt invoked sensations from fabrics that were so different than anything he knew as a boy. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping he was just dreaming but once he reopened them, there was absolutely no boy in sight, staring at himself in a traditional dress designed for the holiday season with a festive black velvet bodice above a red plaid dupioni silk skirt. The velvet bodice was quite stretchy, clinging tightly against his upper body except for the puffy short sleeves that ballooned before ending half way down his thin biceps. You really had to look to notice the tiny ornamental black silk ribbons in crisscross bows which decorated the outside of each sleeve, and a larger version of this shiny ribbon was tied at the neck line where it hung ever so preciously from the small rounded velvet collar. An exquisite sewn in red silk sash surrounded his waist, separating the black velvet from the holiday print skirt as the jumbo sized red bow was tied ever so impeccably in the back. The charming red plaid dupioni silk skirt flowed gracefully down to a full tea length, and its underlined attached white slip gave it a slight ruffled fullness from beneath. White tights matched ever so wonderfully, and small plaid bows that matched his skirt and those in his hair added just the last lovely bit of subtle detail to his black patent leather flats. He was about to make his debut as Caroline ready or not. "You're as ready as you can be, my pretty little daughter," said his father, coming over and tapping his shoulder. "Take it all in, because a lot rides on you being the Nana's precious little Caroline, so if I was you I forget anything about being a boy and embrace this." "She is honey," said Darlene, coming up from behind them now and then crouching down hugging Carl from behind. "That's what girls do when they're finding themselves. They stare at their own beauty and take it all in. And how gorgeous she turned out can be a bit mind blowing at first. Right, my Caroline?" "I don't even know how to answer that mom," said Carl, feeling so ashamed. "Oh stop it. You're so damn cute I can barely control myself," said Darlene, gushing as she kissed him and then wiped his cheek before standing back up. "So girlie! So adorable!" "Please, enough mom," said Carl, steeping back looking at her and then his dad. "Wait, are we all supposed to match?" "It's ridiculous I agree," said his father, who was in a sports jacket, slacks, and collared shirt that were all black but had a plaid pocket square in his sports jacket. "Oh stop it," said Darlene smiling flicking her wrist. "You know it's just for effect to show family unity to my mother and it's barely anything but a few touches. You know I've always wanted to do something like this and now at least I finally get the chance." "So let's get this over with, because that part I'm never doing again," said Keith, annoyed at his wife as she grinned fixing her scarlet lipstick as he dragged all the bags to the car. Carl had gotten his blonde hair from his mother, although these days hers wasn't exactly natural anymore, looking more platinum. At forty though she was still quite stunning and dressed impeccably in a black velvet suit with a short skirt, black hose and four inch black paten pumps. What gave her velvet suit some flair was the black sequin blouse, but what really made her match her family was the plaid shoulder purse and simple thin plaid headband which of course tied all three of them together. This was all so surreal for Carl as his mother straightened his skirt, buckling him in the car before firing instruction after instruction at him the rest of the way there. He was bombarded with facts about edicate and tidbits about she had had told his grandmother about him. "Whoa!" said Carl stunned as they pulled into the grand estate. "That's her house! It's a mansion." "Exactly," said his father. "So now you understand a little better." "But money can't replace happiness, honey! Trust me, no one knows better than me, which is why I had to get away from all this," said Darlene, turning rubbing a little gloss on his lips. "Now don't forget your manners and it'll only be us tonight so just try to enjoy being the pretty little center of attention. Ok, Caroline?" They got out, ringing the doorbell as an elderly woman opened the door immediately feeling emotional when she saw them. "Oh Darlene," said the woman. "It's been so many years, but you look fantastic." "It's great to see you too, Mable," said Darlene hugging her. "This is my husband Keith, and of course little Caroline." "Oh she's not so little anymore, and she's breathtaking," said Mable, hugging them. "You look just like your mother when she was little, honey." "Ohhh..." mumbled Carl as his mother nudged him. "Thank you." "Now come in! Come in," said Mable. "She's already waiting for you in the parlor." Carl looked around, amazed at the grandiose foyer. His mother took him by the hand as he walked down the corridor and then into a fancy room with elaborate paneled rooms. "Oh my!" grinned his grandmother as she saw them pushing herself up from an ornate almost throne like red velvet chair. "Hello mother," said Darlene, walking up and presenting Carl. "Don't be shy, sweetie. Say hi to Nana." "I'm so happy to see you, Nana," said Carl as graciously as he could, seeing the huge smile overtake her face "Oh my!" said his grandmother thrilled as she opened her arms. "Finally!" It was a wonderful yet completely foreign feeling to be hugged like his grandmother as his mixed emotions of genetic love and his mother's distaste, combined with those of apprehension of being discovered filled his mind. It was almost impossible not to be consumed with her pungent perfume, and could feel the lipstick stains implanted on his cheeks as she finally released him. "She's even prettier in person than in any pictures you've send me, Darlene," said his grandmother ,covering her heart feeling proud. "And the dress I send looks perfect on her." "No doubt about that, Greta," said Keith, kissing his mother in law on the check. "And you look very well yourself as always." "Oh, I imagined you expected me to look like I'd have one foot in," said Greta half snarling at him. "Didn't you Kenny?" "Mom, of course we didn't. You look marvelous as always," said Darlene shooting her husband a look to stay calm. "But you do remember it's Keith, right?" "What, is there no sense of humor in Beantown my darlings?" grinned Greta testing them laughing. "Oh of course," said Keith faking laughing along with her. "I sincerely hope my lovely granddaughter has our family sense for some joking around," said Greta, looking at Carl. "Yes! I love to laugh Nana," said Carl starting to relax a little. "Good, because I've been looking so forward to spending these days together, and I expected us to have a ball," said Greta. "But maybe just sit up straight and cross those legs like a lady dear." "Yes Nana," said Carl, instantly obeying her and reminding himself of his situation. "It's going to be delightful." "Aren't you just a pip?" said Greta standing back up. "Come, let me show you around Caroline." She certainly didn't look ninety, as she was impeccably dressed in a royal blue pants suit and with her hair and makeup flawlessly done. She had on a large ornate broach that looked extremely expensive, and on her feet she still wore heels which matched her suit. Her nails were long and manicured in ruby red and her senior bouffant was a golden blonde. He took his grandmothers hand , immediately noticing the Wooden Soldier magazine on the coffee table staring at the children dressed in similar plaid Christmas outfits. He then realized she had obviously seen she put a lot of thought into girls fashion, taking notice of all the other little girls catalogs positioned on the table. He didn't know until moments earlier that his grandmother had picked out and sent his dress, but he figured that's what grandmothers do. He understood now that it was more than just his mother disguising him in some fancy dress as he recognized her fussing over every detail was part of what she'd need to do to satisfy her mother. Just her little comments about his posture and the way she inspected every inch of him were going to keep him on his toes, as he was completely self- conscious now of everything his mother lectured him on as Greta walked him down the corridor. She showed him room after room, he could hardly care less about fine art or antiques until finally they entered her great room and he paused impressed by its grander. "Oh mom you didn't," sighed Darlene as she entered the room. "Why not. I like them big and bold?" said Greta. "And I'm here mostly alone and with my eyesight not what it used to be, size matters." "Wow!" said Carl astounded looking up. "That's the biggest tree I ever saw Nana." "Yes, we were able to bring in a lovely one this year honey," said Greta enjoying his amazement. "I meant the pictures, Caroline," said Darlene, bending her neck all around the room. "Those are the pictures from the Christmas cards I've been sending your Nana since you were a baby. She obviously had them all enlarged." "I'd say blown up big time," Gulped Keith, staring at them in ornate frames all around the family room. "That's amazing!" "And it wasn't easy to do," said Greta making a face. "Maybe in the future you can send me some bigger prints to start with, or you know what... from now on I'll pay for a studio in Boston and you'll go there." "Oh we couldn't ask you to do that," started Darlene looking over at Carl for him to stay calm. "You're right dear!" said Greta. "That's her father's responsibility to arrange. I'll just send them a small donation to cover any extra poses I might request if that's ok with you Kendal." Keith was dying to slug her as Darlene gulped, ignoring her mother and smiling at her husband. She had bigger things on her mind as she could see how mesmerized Carl was, looking around at year after year of his feminized pictures. He knew he had never actually posed for any of these, but it was quite startling to see himself as a little girl growing up right before his very eyes. It was certainly his face with different hairstyles and dressy dresses as he was baffled as to how she pulled it off year after year. "Mr. Anderson is ready for everyone Mrs. Clermont," said Mable, interrupting with a gentlemen with a tripod and some bags. "Wonderful you're right on time, Bernard," said Greta. "This is my family from the east coast you'll be shooting all weekend. Maybe for tonight we can just do the shots by the tree because their a bit tired form their long trip." "Of course Mrs. Clermont," said Mrs. Anderson, setting up and then posing them by the tree. "See Darlene at least this year I've got my two favorite darlings in person, so it won't be so difficult," said Greta making fake smile at her daughter. It took about ten minutes doing various family shots and then another ten taking solo after solo of just Carl. He was so embarrassed holding poinsettias, twirling his pigtails and making kissy faces until finally they seemed finished and he could take a break. He was already exhausted from being cute and girly and his long weekend had just begun. "Once your finished, dinner is served everyone," said Mable interrupting. "Perfect timing Mable," said Greta as she again took Carl by the hand breaking his gaze. "I can see my little darling is getting tired." It was actually quite nice sitting in the dining room as a family for the first time in his life as his Nana shared old stories about his mother's youth. He could forget he was in dresses for a bit, just laughing along until they finished desert. "Why don't you bring in your bags, and I'll show Caroline and your wife where your bedrooms are?" said Greta as Keith was more than happy to bolt from the table and go to the car. She again took Carl by the hand as he was excited to push the button on her personal elevator heading upstairs. When it opened he saw his father lugging everything up the stairs as Darlene followed. "Mom," said Darlene stopping her as she realized where she was headed. "I'm not too keen on this. I thought Caroline would be staying with us in the guest room." "Nonsense, Darlene," said Greta pushing right past her opening the door. "I had the room especially updated just for her once I knew you were finally coming. Why shouldn't she enjoy some special time in here like you did when you were little." Darlene was completely caught off guard with emotion as her mother opened the door to her old bedroom. In a way it was like she had never left, yet she realized her mother had totally had it refreshed. She turned away for a moment, unable to hold back the tears, seeing the pale pink walls and glossed ivory woodwork. Still there were old doll houses, a wooden rocking horse, and a glass china cabinet of her precious collectables. Carl was almost too tired to care that he'd be sleeping in a four poster canopy bed. His mother could see his tired eyes and nodded, giving Greta no more grief as she took him into her old bathroom to change. He was never happier to be out of the itchy tights and dress, not even caring about the floor length red flowing nightgown she pulled over his head. It was odd when only the bows came out and it was quite annoying when she took some wipes, removing the little touches of makeup from his face. It felt strange to be sleeping in pigtails when his mother opened the door, seeing his grandmother awaiting but in a way he was too tired to care. "Here Darlene," said Greta handing her daughter a box of pins. "It's been a long day, it'll be better to sleep in." "Oh that'll work mom," said Darlene. "Sit on the edge of the bed Caroline. She's certainly too drained to have all it all brushed out." "Here, this was your mothers," said Greta handing him a white teddy bear as his mother began inserting pins at the sides of his head. "I'm so glad someone's gotten to use it again." He felt weird holding the plush toy as his mother was pressing each long ringlet flat against his head and pinning it down. It only took a few minutes and then they tucked him in kissing him goodnight as he was wiped out falling fast asleep. "That wasn't mine mother," said Darlene shooting her a look as they exited closing the door. "Of course not, but what's the difference as long as she rests comfortably. Now I'm going to change," said Greta rolling her eyes. "Why don't you go tuck in that husband of yours and meet me for coffee. We've certainly got a lot to talk about this evening don't we?" "Ok?" sighed Darlene quickly turning away.