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A Christmas Carol By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Three They drove the short trip now as Carl played with his phone, ignoring their gossip. He knew once again he could do little to dissuade his grandmother from doing anything she wanted as he gazed out the window, aimlessly running his fingers through his perfectly pressed hair. When they got there it was much more crowded than he ever imagined, being it was Christmas as they sat in the waiting area. He was quite surprised by the amount of other young girls there as they didn't wait long as Rita came and got them. "How pretty you look today, Caroline," said Rita, bending down giving him a hug. "I see those pretty curls I gave you yesterday are already gone, but I'm happy to see how nice you're cut looks when you straightened it." "Thanks," said Carl giving his best fake smile. "That was her mother flat ironing it, as our little Miss Caroline had some nasty little bed head this morning. You did a wonderful job with the length and shape Rita, but I'm partial to it looking fuller on her," said Greta. "She got her first set of tools for Christmas and she's just coming into her own learning to do things so maybe you could do something special today for her." "Of course come ladies. I'll put you next to Nana again honey," said Rita leading them towards the back. "Thanks," said Greta whispering as she sat in the chair by the sink. "But I'm partial to her in some form of curls for the holidays. They were adorable on her, but do something different with them." "Understood Greta," said Rita dropping back Carl's chair and switching on the water so Carl could no longer understand them. "You want them to last a little longer then." "Please," said Greta as Rita unsnapped his bow and dropped the cape over his dress. "She's still a bit immature to do much herself, and my daughters always got her hands full. Unfortunately her husband's completely useless." "Aren't they all?" joked Rita as she began washing Carl's hair. "My thought's exactly Rita," laughed Greta lying back now. It was comforting as he felt her work in the conditioner and then relaxed as she washed out his grandmother. It really wasn't too long before she sat him up, wrapping his head in a towel and brought him back to her chair. Thankfully there was no trimming this time as she combed through his damp mop quickly separating it into sections before twisting and pinning them away from each other. When she finished, she spun his chair to the right away from the mirror as he saw her open a drawer after drawer on the metallic car,t noticing all the different size and colored rods and rollers as she seemed to search for what she wanted. His curiosity was broken now as his grandmother joined them, sitting down in the chair across from him observing just as she did yesterday as Rita wheeled the cart behind him now. He noticed Rita hand his grandmother a small tissue type box and then removed the first thin sheet as he watched her spin the comb to use the pointy side before he lost sight of it as it dug into his scalp. It was only but a moment now as he felt her stretch the small section near the nape and then suddenly felt the tension as it was secured at the base of his neck. She repeated this rather quickly each time now as he knew the sensation of having his hair set from yesterday. When she finished in the back, he could see the pink cylinder shaped roller in her hands on the right for a quick second until she wound it in. This was a bit different than yesterday, as it seemed so much more precise as Rita stretched and wound over and over. She had done the back and both sides before she finally stepped on the pedal dropping his chair a few inches now as she worked on the top as he looked over seeing his grandmother watch intently. With each roller she would hand over the small tissue as until finally she had completed his set and then provided a little startle snapping a cell picture. "Ok honey," said Rita tapping his thigh to get up. "Let's get you started so I can get back to your Nana." He was a little confused, expecting to be led to the dryers, but instead he followed her back to the area with the basins. She had him sit back down and then surprisingly she dipped him back placing his head in the sink again. He wasn't too sure what they were doing as he watching Rita reaching towards him pressing long white cotton wool type strips across his forehead and then down past his ears around his hairline. It was only but a moment now until he felt the wetness again, except this time no water had been turned on as Rita moved and twisted his head as he looked up seeing her with a squirt type bottle in her gloved hands. She was constantly soaking each roller moving down section by section as he could feel the solution dripping from his head. When she finished, he was lying there just briefly as another woman joined and began coating his face with a cream messaging at his skin. After they wiped it away they coated him with another paste and the next thing he knew little peels covered his eyes. He had no clue how long this was all going on as finally Rita eventually returned switching on the water. "I'm going to start out on the pretty warm side, and tell me when it gets too hot as I'll be adjusting it up as we go," said Rita moving his head side to side and washing it out again under the water. "The hotter the better sweetie." This lasted a good five minutes or more and got almost unbearably hot, as he was getting a headache from all the head bobbling and tension. He blinked a few times now as they removed the peels from his eyes and then they closed his eyes as he felt the mask sliding away from his face. Finally when the water switched off she sat him up and used a towel, blotting off the wetness from his rollered head. He glanced over, seeing his grandmother under the dryer, wondering if he was heading there next until he looked over seeing all the items on the counter next to him. It looked scary like a surgeons table, as he saw a few metal tools and series of bandage like items but then realized they were fresh strips of cotton wool which were being placed around his hairline piece by piece. They were soft and he barely felt them before he noticed this weird strip as she pressed his left eye closed with her finger. He almost jumped from the chair now startled as she pressed and ripped from his forehead as he instantly teared up realizing what had just happened. There wasn't much he could do expect brace himself this time as she did the other side and then just hoped it wasn't too bad. He could barely fathom there was more as he popped his eyes open, again seeing the metallic object above his hairline, letting out a little yelp as he felt the quick pinch, realizing they tweezed out a few more hairs from his brows just as his mother did when she removed his slight uni- brow. It was bad enough he'd need to get these earrings out when he got home, but now this as he was hoping they didn't pull out much of his brows. After a few more plucks on each side, Rita dipped his chair back down as he noticed his grandmother heading their way as his head settled back in the basin as she addressed him. "You doing ok Caroline?" asked Greta as he looked up, seeing his grandmother with her head filled in curlers. "I guess?" said Carl, lying back with his head in the sink. "Why is it so long again Nana?" "Caroline, didn't you ask me that yesterday too and what did I say," said Greta. "I'm not sure?" said carl, shrugging his shoulders wanting to get up. "I think I said beauty can never be rushed young lady," said Great with a smirk. "Plus, I think you really liked being in curls so consider this an extra present for my little buttercup." "Yes Nana?" Gulped Carl anxiously. "I'm just not used to things like this." "Yes I know dear! Again you'll learn as you get older that it's a lot of working looking your best," said Greta smiling as she softly touched his face sliding her fingers across his left cheek towards his ear. "Now Nana loves treating you so just enjoy it and it's Christmas so why shouldn't you get a little extra pampering! Mable can you bring her little kit over I think their ready for it now." "More pampering," said Carl nervously wondering what that meant. "Shush darling," said Greta waving over Rita. "Nana's got this." He noticed Mable now hand them a little case and then once she moved to her left, he realized it was the makeup kit he had just gotten as a present. He never really thought he'd be using any of it as he couldn't believe the huge pallet of colors and brushes as he watched them open it on the counter. Once they laid it open flat, he couldn't see what they were selecting but there wasn't much he could do, as for the first time he was having a touch of foundation being added to his soft skin. It was an uneasy feeling watching them hold his eyes open with their fingers as a pencil slid across his waterline, and then even more unnerving seeing his lashes being pinched by the metallic curler. It was almost a relief when they were being stroked by the wand, as at least he knew what was happening except not this many coats. He was also no stranger to having some blush brushed across his cheeks, but this was also a bit different as they used various brushes. His mother though certainly had never blended this many colors to his lids and never before were his lips painted by a brush. It was crazy seeing all the different colors they had touched in his makeup pallet. He couldn't imagine that little girls would wear this much makeup, but quickly now his worrisome thoughts were interrupted when again the water was switched on. Was this all really necessary he thought, as Rita saturated his head again with another squirt bottle as he sat back hoping this would end soon? He sat a good five minutes more, until finally they rinsed his hair again and then he felt some relief feeling the rods being removed from his head. He thought they were about to sit up his chair up then oddly Rita soaked it again as he sat with his hair oddly loosely hanging into the sink. They took another five minutes or so working on his face again as finally a small tube slid across his lips and then he almost sneezed from the powder. He was almost immune to all the smells in the salon until finally Rita looked down on him. "Home stretch princess," said Rita combing back switching on the water again. "Just a nice conditioning and finally I'll finish you up sweetie." Again the never ending rinsing started and then he felt a soft conditioner like substance soaking his hair. It seemed like he was there for an eternity when they finally wrapped his head in a towel and lifted his chair. He was never happier seeing Rita lead the way back to her station as his grandmother and Mable were already finished and awaiting him. In a way he was curious how his face looked with all the attention, but for the most part he just wanted to get out of there. As he sat down, she placed a few more small towels around his collar and then unwrapped his hair. It actually felt pretty nice as she blotted his hair, removing some moisture and then clipped a large fan looking end on her hair dryer switching it on. It was soothing as she dried it, feeling soft and warm as she lifted his hair with her fingers. As the dampness left each small section she seemed to lift his hair with her pick and patted at it pinching in a jaw clip to hold it away from his face. After all the work she had put in, there was no feeling of the braid being weaved in or curls springing when released like yesterday. There was no visual out of the corner of his eye and he knew she didn't cut anything so why did it feel like it was lighter and airy. Was it messed up he thought, so is that why they washed out all the curls before it dried? Either way he felt glad it seemed over when he saw the white headband being dropped past his forehead a moment after the hairdryer was finally switched off. It's grooved underside seemed to pierce through his hair softly scraping his scalp at quarter inch intervals as she slid it backwards. As it reached the back of his head, she un-pinching the jaws clips and then adeptly parked the ends of the headband behind his ears pushing down. He heard a few small snaps from the headband's underside now as it seemed to be firmly parked in place as she began lifting and spritzing at the back of his head. For one last moment now, she switched on her dryer setting the spray and then he could see the smiles on Greta's and Mable's faces as she spun his chair towards the mirror. "Now is that a Christmas princess of what?" said Rita pulling off his cape now. "Oh my!.....She's so beautiful," sighed Mable. "A princess indeed." Carl was at a loss for words, stunned by how flawless his complexion looked in the mirror, and how big and blue eyes appeared. They had never stood out on his face before, with his lashes now looking longer and more fanned out. It was amazing how a touch of opal blue eye shadow at the crease could bring out his blue pupils, immediately recognizing even with this lash enhancement they seemed considerably father away from his thinned out brows. The thinnest eyeliner he had now made them look cat like, and when you add in how the dark and light blended browns highlighted his lids it was amazing how they had created this stunning focal point on his delicate face. He also had more noticeable cheek bones now, as a slight shimmer emanated from his blush and for the first time his lips really radiated from his face, in a sparkling red gloss that perfectly matched his dress. She had pumped up the volume a bit as he looked more the girly girl more made up as Rita walked behind him patting his hair with her palms. When he turned his neck, he took a double take, realizing his hair looked almost wider than it was long. It was not at all what he expected, thinking his curls had been washed out, but instead had been completely pulled back off his face by his headband before exploding in layers of tiny coils. "So pretty on you, right," said Rita holding up a mirror to show him the back as he stared mesmerized. The tight mass appeared more platinum now as he gulped, seeing they looked almost kinky and no longer reached his shoulders. He was again in curls, but it was quite a contrast as the coils exploded behind his thick headband and beneath its huge satin white attached bow. "She looks ready for the stage, or a recital right?" said Mable gushing over him. "You're so right, Mable. She'd make the cutest Shirley Temple wouldn't she?" said Rita, puffing them out a little more behind each ear. "She really would, so maybe someday right Caroline?" said his grandmother. "And aren't you glad we fixed those holes too now." Please let it end he thought, as with each time she picked at his hair it only seemed to get bigger as he couldn't stop staring at the snowflake earrings jiggle. When he stood it was like his legs were jelly from his nerves as he never felt better to put the strap of his pocketbook over his shoulder as finally they were on their way out. "Do not lean back and crush your hair, dear," lectured his grandmother as they drove back home, only to be greeted by a few of his cousins as they pulled up. As they walked inside, the men were inside watching some games as the women were gathered around, talking. "Huuugggghh," gasped his mother, smacking her forehead, seeing him as immediately the others gushed over him. "Not again!" He felt ready to puke as he ran over, seeing the look on his mother's face as she saw him from across the room. She waved him over inspecting him as he came, until she hugged him and then broke the hug staring into his eyes as she held his shoulders. "You are incorrigible, mother," said Darlene, touching his face and hair and then staring her down. "You can never help yourself, can you?" "She's my only granddaughter, Darlene," said Greta smiling. "She looks fabulous with a little makeup and it's Christmas. You can be mad at me tomorrow." "Yeah that I can wash off tomorrow," said Darlene, smelling his hair and then softly rubbing his arm. "One more day honey and mommy will eventually fix it. Go ahead and go play." "Mom, what do you mean eventually," whispered Carl nervously. "You were smelling my hair? Did she dye it? Please wash it out it looks lighter." "Well mommy will fix it but that's from the processing honey?" said Darlene, kissing and hugging him. "The chemicals lighten it a little, but I promise mommy will make everything right soon. Don't worry it's not dyed." "Ok?" said Carl a bit shaken. "But please don't worry about it, because you know Nana means well right?" said Darlene. "Yes," said Carl putting his head down. "Good, so go play," said Darlene before teasing him to lighten the mood. "And at least we didn't waste your Christmas presents. You do look more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Now go princess." The guys treated him like a piece of fine China, making sure they didn't accidentally knock into him or toss any balls in his direction, as they goofed around with some of their Christmas stuff. Again they all enjoyed family time and in a strange way, he did like being the cute little cousin. It actually would have still just been perfect if he was just the young one instead of being the delicate pretty little thing. It was sad when the dessert finally ended and they hugged and kissed him goodbye, promising to stay in touch as he wondered how that could be possible. Finally, when Mable closed the front door, everyone was tired and looked ready for bed, until his grandmother interrupted. "So why don't you three join me in a family room before bed if you wouldn't mind," said Greta. "Mom, I'll be down for coffee after I clean up Caroline and tuck her in," said Darlene. "She's exhausted and I'm sure you'll be up to say your goodbyes in the morning right?" "Of course dear, but let her come for just a minute please," said Greta walking down the hall. "Fine," said Darlene, wondering what her mother was up to now. They followed her into the family room and then they all sat down. "Honey, go behind the tree for Nana and I think you'll find a few last things I saved for when it was just us," said Greta, pointing. "Go and be a good girl and get them please." "Of course Nana," said Carl curiously. Behind the big tree, he found two boxes, seeing one labeled for him and the other for his parents. He walked over giving it to his mother and then took his sitting down. "You first, Darlene," said Greta smiling at her daughter. Curiously she opened the small box, pulling apart the tissue paper and gasping as she removed two airline tickets, an itinerary, a series of gift cards and a stack of hundreds. "Are you kidding mom?" said Darlene getting extremely excited. "No Darlene. I was hoping better late than never," said Greta sheepishly. "It's the honeymoon I should have given you years ago, but was two stubborn to give. I know you've always dreamed of Fiji and now you'll be going. Please, you and Keith go enjoy this with all my love." "And you even got his name right!" teased Darlene, crying like a baby as she kissed her husband and ran over kissing her mother. "Wait there's only two tickets? What about Caroline? I can't leave her behind?" "Open your box, Caroline," said Greta smiling. Carl tore through the packaging and then opened the tissue paper. He lifted a royal and light blue nightgown and then a polka dot skirt, confused until he saw the big ears. "Wait are those Mickey ears?" said Carl, getting excited. "Well they're Minnie's, but I think you got the idea," said Greta. "Lift them up and you'll find our tickets?" "Really, I've been dying to go to Disney all my life! Grandma, Thank you! Thank you!" screamed Carl jumping up. "Wait did you say our tickets? Like me and you?" "Yes dear, while mommy and daddy are on their belated honeymoon, you and I will be at Disneyland," said Greta smiling. "Last time I went was when your mother was little, and I'm finally taking my granddaughter there! We're going to have the time of our lives. I promise." "Mom, you know how I want this, but this is too much for you," said Darlene getting panicky. "Maybe..." "Maybe nothing," said Greta getting stern. "I've got Mable to help me, and she's the most polite little girl ever. She'll be no trouble and we both leave in the morning. Now get my princess off to bed and I'll see you for coffee in a little while." Darlene was complexly caught off guard by her mother's generosity as she brought Carl upstairs. She was overly emotional as she wiped off all his makeup as Mable entered handing her a hairnet. "Here Darlene," said Mable handing it to her. "Don't worry I can help with anything she needs, and if you let her sleep in this we'll easily be able to take care of that pretty hair while you're gone. You know I've got little nieces I always help with." "Thanks Mable! You're the best," said Darlene as Mable walked out closing the door. "You sure you can handle this without me honey. This is a lot on you." "Mom, please! It's Disney and you're going on your dream trip," said Carl. "I'll be fine and I'm sure Nana will get me anything I need." "Of course she will but you shouldn't need much," said Darlene scrubbing his face with her towelettes. "All those outfits you got that I thought I'd be taking back. Well guess what? I guess I won't be, but you'll have to be careful dressing yourself right?" "I know I know!" said Carl pulling off his dress and shoes. "I wouldn't put on anything that would show something you know." "You're amazing honey," said Darlene dropping the new nightgown over his head. "And you do make one cute princess though." "Hey," said Carl, giggling as she tickled him as she stared at the Cinderella logo in the middle of the big princess nightgown he was now in. She took a minute now taking off his headband as he was pretty stunned, seeing the almost afro like blonde mass pop up at each side. It was only momentary though as she quickly tamed it with the hairnet and added a few pins to keep it in place. She peeled back the covers now as he was really exhausted hoping into the bed. "Ok, sleep tight honey," said Darlene tucking him in. "What an amazing Christmas this turned out to be for all of us honey, and know that I Iove you more than anything regardless of what you're wearing. You made it special for all of us." There was no tossing and turning this Christmas night as Carl was at peace that his mother and grandmother were happy. He peeked his eyes open a few times making sure none of this was some strange dream but seeing his red snowflaked nails pinch his Cinderella nightie under the canopy of the bed reminded him all of this was some amazing Christmas phenomenon and he settled in fantasizing about his first time in Disney as he slept like a baby. He woke up to his mother ironing across the room and lecturing his grandmother about what he should wear. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," said his mother looking over at him seeing him stretching. "Well not just yet but I'll buy her that one or any other princess outfits she wants. Although I'm already partial to her as Cinderella," said Greta as he sat up smiling. "Now let's shake a leg dear. I had my hair done early and I can't wait to open the place. Spin for me before the clock hits midnight." "Ok," said Carl, feeling weird as he stepped out of bed and she took his finger lifting it as he did as she asked spinning under his elevated finger causing some lite laughter. "How adorable. Now go brush your teeth Tinkerbelle, and I'll dress you!" Giggled Darlene. "She'll be down in a jiffy mom." When he came out he was on cloud nine, not even caring how he was about to be dressed. He was so smitten with going to Disney that he gave his mother no trouble trying on all the clothes he had gotten for Christmas as she folded and categorized them for him placing them in her old drawers. "I guess I'll text you what I want you in and when," said Darlene, snapping her fingers in his face. "Because obviously you barely heard a word I said." "Oh sorry mom," said Carl handing him panties to change into. "Sure good idea." "Ok but just know most of it will be fine and actually pretty cute on you," said Darlene, rolling open his little white socks. "But I doubt you'll be in that much of it anyway because I'm pretty sure you'll be getting some other things to wear at the park if my mother has her way." "No problem mom," said Carl, so excited to go as she slipped the socks over his feet. "I'd go there naked if I had to." "Well that would be a problem for a number of reasons wouldn't it?" teased Darlene as she buckled on his shoes. "But even though this is pretty short there'll be no need to worry in this in any of the rides." He really hadn't seen something like this before as she lifted his left leg and he stepped in. When he lifted his right leg now he really took notice, shaking his head seeing his white panties were covered in red polka dots and had a Minnie Mouse logo right in the crotch area. Around the entire waistband were tiny red bows but everything was quickly covered up as she drew up the frilly garment and snapped the waistband. He had briefly noticed his feet were in his black Mary Janes and white ruffled ankle socks, but those were now out of his line of sight as this fluffy white tutu like garment covered his panty area now. When he lifted the soft skirt for a moment, he saw the thick white ruffles covering his entire panty area, immediately knowing what she meant. She smirked, seeing his curiosity as she lifted his arms away from it and dropping his outfit over his head. Buttons and zippers on his back were really the only parts he'd be worried about without her around he thought to himself, as quickly she zipped him into to it as he knew that was something he couldn't reach without help. "Here these few things you should be able to handle honey on your own. Come sit at my vanity a minute," said Darlene, bringing him to her vanity and handing him the mascara wand. "Girls your age don't go crazy. Just need are a few touches. Remember the videos we watched." She took his wrist now placing her hand over his and stroking his lashes. After a few strokes, she watched him do the rest and then the other eye. When she was satisfied, she taught him how to add a touch of blush and then a hint of eye shadow before she coached him to apply a simple watermelon gloss to his lips. "See that wasn't so tough right?" said Darlene tossing the cosmetics in a little purse. "I guess not," said Carl extremely embarrassed. "Ok but this will be a bit tougher and now I that I realize my mother's ulterior motives," said Darlene taking the hairnet from his head. "I guess the perm was a decent idea since I'd say you're not ready to do much with your hair without me here and I can't teach you that fast honey." "A perm!" Gulped Carl, seeing the curls falling in every direction as it all fell loosely now. "You mean these curls are not washing out and that's why it took so long!" "Yes! I thought I explained it was processed yesterday, but maybe you just didn't pay attention as always," said Darlene, pulling them out of his eyes with her fingers. "Relax, you look adorable in them and Mable said she'll help you. She understands how to use bows and clips, so just let her do what she needs to while I'm gone and then when we get back to Boston we'll work on getting them out." "Mom, please just explain it to me and I'll figure it out!" whined Carl as his mother took a headband, sliding back his curls like yesterday. "I'll feel weird having Mable help me." "Honey if that's what you really want I will later when I get back," said Darlene, picking out his curls and spraying in the back. "But in the meantime I'd say Nana doesn't want her house burnt down by you learning to use your flat iron so just don't be difficult. Now one more second and you're ready!" "Ok," laughed Carl before cringing as it hurt as she changed his earrings. "Now just be mindful not to lose this. Ordinarily I'd say to leave it home but I'm sure Nana would love seeing it on you" said Darlene dropping his nameplate over his chest and fastening the clasp. "Now come on we're all super excited and you look beyond adorable!" As Carl stood he could hardly believe he was about to live his lifelong dream of going to Disney, except he looked right out of the House of Mouse. Obviously he had pictured his first experience to be quite different, but at this point it didn't even faze him as there wasn't much else they could do to him as he was almost numb to the outfits his Nana's was putting him in. As he stepped back from the mirror, he took a good look at himself, recognizing this was not some ordinary cheap Halloween costume but instead an impeccable opulent Red Minnie Mouse ensemble designed to ensure he'd be the most alluring little Minnie in the park. As usual for his Nana, she made sure not to miss a detail ,even if it seem inconsequential to him. His shiny silk Minnie Mouse dress featured white polka dots printed on both the red puffy short sleeves, big red center bow beneath his collar and red multilayered skirt. The bodice of the dress was a solid black with a white Peter Pan collar, which was accented with a small Minnie Mouse brooch and a jumbo white solid bow was attached to the waistband in the back. He understood now why he had stepped into the white tutu looking garment first, as the layers of white crinoline puffed out his polka dot skirt displaying his knees and giving it the daintiest of looks. He had seen his feet before, but now getting a better look he noticed little red polka dot bows had also been clipped to his black paten shoes in front and at the outside of each ruffled sock sat a Minnie cameo logo. Would other kids be this dressed up he wondered, touching his skirt and seeing that his red Christmas nails still matched pretty well? It was quite distracting as he noticed the Minnie Mouse earrings dangling from his first hole, and even more so accepting he'd be broadcasting himself as Caroline every place he went as his nameplate couldn't be missed. About the only thing that seemed subdued was that his makeup didn't jump of his face and instead did just add that subtle touch of unmistakable femininity to his face plus a sparkly little gloss didn't hurt. And last but certainly not least atop his head his blonde curls were held back by a thick black head band which had the signature black round Minnie ears. The plastic ears framed yet another large red bow with white polka dots and certainly made sure that if anyone didn't see him from the neck down that he'd still look as fabulous as any little mouse could be. "You coming or what Minnie?" teased his mother, after allowing him to soak in his image. He was unmistakably a pretty little Minnie alright as he turned following her down the stairs as he was as excited as anyone had ever been for an adventure at the theme park. The look on his grandmother's face was priceless as she seemed just as excited as he was to be going. He wasn't even that nervous being hugged and kissed goodbye as his eagerness overshadowed his worries of prolonging his time in dresses. His mother seemed more worried than he was as she headed off on her dream vacation and he hoped in the car with his grandmother beginning his. At the gate he was in awe, forgetting anything about himself as Minnie instead relishing the moment as his heart was beating so quickly. He was on cloud nine the entire day, going on every ride he could and to every show. Greta did her best to keep up with him, going on the things she could but he didn't mind riding with Mable at times instead or even with kids he didn't know. They had character meals, took pictures with tons of Disney cast member and characters and he tried on any outfit she asked. He really wished he could be Jack Sparrow or the Beast, but if this was what he had to do to keep this trip going, it was a tiny sacrifice. The reasons his mother brought him out there and dressed him to solidify his inheritance were long behind him in his mind now. More than money, he was enjoying the precious moments that brought him close to the grandmother he never knew and fulfilling his dreams being at Disney. "Nana, that was the best day of my life," said Carl exhausted as they drove home. "I can never thank you enough." "Nor can I Caroline?" said Mable as they walked inside with her arm around him. "You ready to go back tomorrow or are you to tired?" "You kidding! Seriously!" screamed Carl hugging her. "Can we be there when it opens again! I'll be up early no problem." "Fine, then go change into your nightie and we'll be up in a minute," Chuckled Greta as her joy outweighed her fatigue. "I never realized you'd love it this much, but I was hopeful so when I bought these tickets I got us a four day pass. They have two different parks out here you know." When she tucked him in that night in his Ariel nightgown, he was exhausted but he was up early the next morning even before she woke him ready to go back. He was happy to be fussed over, going with his grandmother to have her hair done at seven in the morning, giving her not an ounce of resistance when they redid his nails in pink and clipped in extensions down to his butt crack, making him the perfect Rapunzel in her flowing dress. It would be no different the next as he graciously became Sleeping Beauty in full dress and makeup, with gorgeous crown upon his head. At least his curls had begun to relax a bit, finally flowing in the wind and they had been one every ride at least twice by the end of the third day. He was a pro at this now never wanting the fantasy to end as he didn't even care about roaming the park as a Disney princess or anything she'd put him in. It felt a little more sombre on the fourth morning as they got in the car bright and early for their pit stop at Nana's salon. Ironically on this last day, it was almost back to where his mother had started them, as he looked over seeing that his grandmother's hair was being placed in a bun instead of her normal poufy 'do and so was his as they were blowing out his curls. When they finished pinning his hair up, he looked at her smiling as he could almost see the tears in her eyes as they finished his makeup. She was enjoying this entire experience even more than he was, as her joy stretched much further than the theme park as on this last day as it was just the two of them since she had left Mable back at home to catch up on her chores. He was a pro now at changing himself with little assistance as he stepped into the usual dressing room and it almost felt magical stepping into the elaborate dress. It was much fancier than that of Rapunzel or Aurora's and he almost broke his ankle when he changed into his shoes. It would be a challenge navigating his first day in little kitten heels, but he knew though what it meant to her as he came out donning the big extravagant dress and faux glass slippers. He was her princess bar none as they slid blue satin elbow length gloves up each arm and pinned his glistening tiara to his head. She would cut no corners on this last day, ensuring it would be enchanting and magical as he stepped from the salon without a care in the world taking on the park one last time as Disney's most iconic princess. It started slowly as at first he moved gingerly, cognizant of the slight weight on his head and little heels on his feet. He could barely fit the huge Cinderella dress on some rides and he was more self-conscious of how the elaborate ensemble forced him to even act more dainty if that was at all possible. He loved being there so much he never minded being the girliest of girls, as even being dressed like this he didn't want it to end. Disney was his prince and he was its princess, seemingly gliding and skipping through the day. But this last day seemed to fly by even more quickly than the others as they barely stopped to eat much and Greta couldn't stop buying souvenirs. Still looking beautifully made up and without a hair out of place from his perfectly coiffed updo after an entire day was no easy feat, but in no way would his grandmother ever allow him looking anything but perfect, constantly reminding him to freshen up and check his appearance. In a way he felt like royalty, overhearing the compliments about how flawless and striking he looked, as he kind of shocked himself having navigated the park in this dress and heels all day without the tiara falling from his head. For him what he wore had no bearing on him living out his dream in Disney, but like every other little Cinderella roaming the park before him, the clock would strike midnight, ending the fantasy sooner than he wanted. "I can't thank you enough Nana," said Carl, licking his ice cream and holding a Cinderella doll as the firework show ended. "Nor can I thank you Caroline," said Greta, walking over and sitting down. "You made an old woman happier than I've been in many many years." "It was my pleasure, Nana," said Carl not wanting it to end. "But I wouldn't mind being the brunette or red head princesses if you change your mind and we come back tomorrow." "We'll need to rest a tomorrow though dear. Remember I'm ninety. Certainly you'd look lovely and your parents don't get back for a few more days dear but...," said Greta pausing bending over a bit and holding her chest. "Honey, be a dear and go call that nice security man over there. I think Nana needs a little help." Carl tossed his ice cream, racing over grabbing the man and hurrying back to his grandmother. He was in non-stop panic mode as they quickly got her to an ambulance, rushing away from the park. He tried being strong, holding her hand when they put the oxygen over her mouth as they rushed to the hospital. When they finally arrived, he was by her side as they sped her into the Emergency room and they headed through the double doors. They were hurrying down a hall and then once they turned a corner, a nurse gently grabbed his arm, stopping him from accompanying them anymore. "Sweetie, you come with me now ok?" said the nurse. "I'm Nurse Maureen and we'll take care of your Nana. I've know her a long time and she's a tough old goat. I'm sure she'll be fine." "You promise," said Carl visibly shaken as she brought him to a little room sitting him down. "Of course honey," said Maureen. "Here sip some water and I'll put on the tv. You just sit and relax with your dollie ok? She's so pretty just like you." "Thanks," said Carl as she softly stroked his face as he sipped and tried to calm down placing his doll on his lap. His hands were shaking as he opened his little purse, taking out his phone not sure if he should call his mother but at least he'd call Mable. He was so nervous he dropped everything to the floor and then when he and Nurse Maureen both reached to pick it all up, he felt dizzy passing out. "Well welcome back bright eyes," said his grandmother. "Did my princess have a nice rest?" "Nana," Grumbled Carl. "You're ok?" "Of course. It was maybe just a bit much for me but all worth it," said Greta. "I'm fine and so are you now honey." "Oh good," said Carl a bit confused. "Last I remember I felt dizzy and I was with this blonde nurse. But that's the last thing I remember?" "Yes, Maureen. She's amazing," said Greta as Carl was trying to focus rubbing his eyes. "She a wonderful old friend of the family. She's taken good care of you Caroline." "Me? What happened?" sighed Carl stretching seeing the band on left his wrist. "Taking care of me and not you? Where am I?" "Oh it's just a place to rest for a few days," said Greta coming close stroking his forehead. "You need some time to recover, Caroline." "Recover? I'm in the hospital?" cried Carl getting nervous seeing the iv in his other hand. "I don't remember anything but being dizzy? Did bump my head? What happened? Did I get hurt?" "No dear it's just Nana that got hurt!" said Greta holding her chest. "But in some ways it was my own fault." "Nana, I don't understand," said Carl, realizing he was under the covers. "I'm the one in the bed with this thing in my hand?" "I wasn't your fault sweetie. You're just an innocent little darling," said Greta kissing his forehead. "Mommy hurt Nana, Caroline. I don't think she meant too either, but sometimes things just get away from us. They spiral out of control." "I'm so confused Nana," said Carl. "I'm not understanding what you're talking about!" "You'll get used to that honey," teased Greta. "Pretty little blondes always do. Here take your princess, dollie and you'll feel better." "And that's about the last thing I remember, is being with this doll and everything falling," said Carl, staring at his doll. "I remember we were supposed to go home and we rushed you here but now I'm the one in the hospital gown." "Yes, that's about right before you went out so your memory is fine!" said Greta as Carl looked across the room seeing his Cinderella dress hanging behind the door realizing someone had changed him. "You see after these last few days of us tighter together, that's when I made my final decision that I'd make sure you'd always be taken care of. I've been pondering all these years whether or not I'd allow you to inherit my money but now it's all set my princess." "Oh that's a good thing then right Nana?" said Carl with a little smile feeling relief she didn't know. "Mom says that means I can go to college and have a better life." "Well money isn't everything dear, but it solves a lot of problems Caroline," said Greta with a smirk. "You see what you didn't know was that mommy and daddy were having a few little problems, so Nana sent them on a nice trip so they could work them out. I told you it's the honeymoon, I should have given them a long time ago but I was too stubborn." "That's sweet," said Carl adoring her. "You're the best Nana ever!" "And you're so sweet my darling too, so I need my princess to promise me that they'll be no more secrets from Nana ok?" said Greta looking him right in the eye. "Uuuummm... Secrets?" said Carl nervously. "Oh dear we're past all that now," said Greta authoritatively before smirking. "Nana wasn't born yesterday right?" "Right Nana?" gulped Carl. "Good honey because as long as Nana's around on this earth, I plan on making sure you're here with me every Christmas," said Greta. "You'll have the best presents, the most fun and of course Nana will buy you the prettiest dresses ok?" "Yes Nana?" said Carl gulping. "You're saying we're coming back next year again and then every year and you still want me in dresses when I'm here!" "Of course, especially now that my wonderful friends here in the hospital have helped us rid ourselves of those awful little chestnuts you had no need for," said Greta with a gleam in her eye. "Don't worry Nana will have them roasted." "Naaa.. naa..No," cried Carl pulling back his sheet and seeing all the wrapping and bandaging around his private area. "You didn't?" "Dear, you see when Nana found the extra little ornaments in a place that they shouldn't be dangling from her precious Caroline's tree, she made sure to trim away the extra little balls that certainly weren't needed," said Greta staring at him intently. "You see pretty girls don't need things like that do they?" "Nana please," cried Carl, feeling some instant discomfort as he tried feeling through the bandaging. "Tell me you didn't. I won't lie anymore. Please put them back!" "Dear I'll not let your life be destroyed like your grandfather's," said Greta. "Unfortunately for you, I see too much of him in you and men in our family in time just go astray. It's inevitable." "But not me Nana," cried Carl trying to pull back the bandages. "I'm just a child." "And that's why you've still got your little tree down there and Nana just took away the chestnuts and snipped the roots," said Greta, stopping his grabbing his arms and then folding her arms lecturing. "Now listen up please! This is for your own protection , so now you won't be able to reproduce any little monsters like you could have grown into. You see on your grandfather's side there are genetic imbalances that unfortunately for you, you already have. With the right hormonal treatment, we'll control them and you'll be fine. I'll leave it up to you when you're older whether you keep that disgusting thing between your legs or replace it with what you should have rightfully been born with, but either way I assure you it'll be useless. I've already put that money aside in your trust fund and the majority of your inheritance will depend on you making the appropriate choices." "You're saying I need to be a girl to get my inheritance," cried Carl shaking. "And my balls are gone forever!" "No dear not exactly," said Greta before flipping her wrist. "But yes those disgusting things.... Oh of course yes. You really are such a blonde already Caroline.... It's much more than that?" "More?" cried Carl. "If you take that there is no more to give is there?" "Caroline, all you'll be giving up in life is men, but I doubt that's a problem for you?" said Greta. "You like girls don't you? You don't need to lie to me because I've already seen it for myself. I saw you checking out the pretty girls in the salon that very first day. Most girls would just have liked their hair or outfits and then flirted with boys like they did when they got picked up, but not you. You were staring at them a different way. I was thrilled because then I knew you'd immediately might have perfect early lesbian tendencies, and then i saw it over and over in Disney. The good news is those are things that money or therapy just can't change so I'm sure you'll always like women." "So you want me to be a lesbian?" said Carl confused. "I thought you wanted me to have a family." "With your inheritance and modern science you will as I've send your disgusting juices to the appropriate medical facilities for storage and dissection," said Greta. "Just understand once you find the right lesbian partner when you're an adult that I've already made assurances that your children will only be female. You'll get anything you need to keep our good family name going into the next century but only as women. In fact as the strong proud women we are my dear." "So I'm to live my life as a girl from now on!" said Carl, visibly shaking as tears flowed down his cheeks. "I can't believe you'd do this to me Nana! You can't do this to me!" "Caroline mistakes happen. Believe that and believe in me that I've loved you enough to begin fixing what I should have had the guts to fix before you needed to worry about it," said Greta. "Wait, you always knew I was a boy," said Carl. "I suspected but I just hoped my daughter could do what I know she always wanted to but she just couldn't," said Greta. "Not a sole thought you were anything but a beautiful little girl, since you've been here and that's because that's what you are just with a few extra things we've now begun fixing. Now turn the page and just embrace your true self because I promise you'll be better off." "You're unbelievable mother!" Yelled Darlene, startling them from behind. "You just couldn't help yourself could you?" "Oh Darlene," said Greta spinning around. "What a surprise?" "I heard everything mother," said Darlene, looking intense. "Oh," said Greta not in the least intimidated. "You're back early dear?" Carl felt the slightest sense of relief, seeing his mother looking upset, standing just inside the doorway. She looked exhausted and sun burnt as she must have come right from the airport still dressed in a sun dress, sandals and a big floppy hat. "Like it should surprise you? I left him mother?" said Darlene extremely angry. "You've always hated him and of course it didn't take much for him to be screwing around every time I turned my back." "I'm so sorry Darlene," said Greta nodding. "Of course you're not because you already knew he was a cheat, and used this little trip to prove your point didn't you?" lectured Darlene. "Well yes," said Greta matter of factly. "How could you know that Nana!" cried Carl. "First I wake up to this and now my daddy's gone!" "No honey," said Darlene racing over hugging him. "Keith's gone, but I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you he wasn't really your dad!" "What?" Yelled Carl, almost jumping out of bed. "I'm sorry sweetie," said Darlene, tearing up. "You see mommy had a bit of a mid-life crisis when she got worried about menopause. I always wanted someone like you in my life, but for most of my life I fought away men, hated my mother and suppressed my inner feelings. It was a dark time in my life and I did a lot of things I shouldn't have, but something good came from it and that good thing was you. The only problem is mommy slept around so much I'm not sure who your real daddy is. I'm not proud of what I did and I didn't even ask any names of the men I was with. You weren't planned, but here you are and I love you more than anything. I hope you can forgive me as all I've tried to do is give you the best life I could without all the drama." "But now I've got it and Nana's given me even more," said Carl unable to fight away the tears which were flowing endlessly now as his mother hugged him. "I'm sorry Caroline, but I did what I had to," said Greta standing up turning to leave. "I realize you hate me for what I've done, but hopefully someday you'll understand it. I was for your own good." "Please Nana! I don't hate you," said Carl, grabbing her wrist stopping her from leaving as he tried to stop sobbing. "We're family and you just gave me the best days of my life. Please go talk to that nurse and the doctor and maybe they can fix this. I'm not my grandfather, and I won't hurt people like he did! NURSE! NURSE! Please we need you!" "Yes dear you called me," said Nurse Maureen stopping and coming in as he yelled seeing her walk by outside the room. "Please nurse help me. Get the doctor before it's too late!" cried Carl. "Please don't leave me like this!" "Honey, it's not too late, the doctor's still here but that's up to your mother if you want me to call him back," said Nurse Maureen coming over checking his bandages and his IV. "Yes please see if he'll come back and do another procedure," said Darlene. "Please." "Oh thank you mother," said Carl, feeling relieved. "Just fix me up and Nana I promise I'll still be your little princess anytime you want. Clothes don't make the person right and regardless of what I was wearing I know our family bonds felt so strong to me." "Ok as you wish honey, and you've never been so right!. said Darlene, nodding to the nurse as she injected into his iv. "My mother's been pushing me for decade to embrace the feelings I've suppressed for women and now that we've all gotten everything off our chests that's exactly what I plan to do" "Darlene!" Screeched Greta, surprised as she took off her hat showing off her short spikey hairdo with the sides completely buzzed. "I can't believe it! You look beautiful." "Thanks," said Darlene running her fingers through it, seeing Carl looking stunned blinking trying to keep his eyes open. "I've been back since this morning and I had a lot of time to think downstairs, panicking when I found out my baby was in the hospital. Maureen was nice enough to bring me up here while he was sleeping and we talked for hours. When we really opened up to each other then I realized you've been right about so much and then the two of us you know ...let's say hit it off so well. After we had lunch I got up the guts to go all in and she went with me to the barber shop across the street. It's liberating and I love it!" "I love it too!" said Greta unable to stay composed. "Oh Darlene!" "And so do I!" said Maureen, walking over putting her arm around Darlene softly planting a kiss. "Be back in five minutes and then we'll wheel her down to the OR." "Ok, tell him I'm consenting to the full vaginal reconstruction and I'll sign all the forms," said Darlene taking a deep breath as she looked over seeing Carl already knocked out from what went in his IV. "There I did it mother! Are you finally proud after all these years!" "Even during our hateful years I've always been proud of you, Darlene," said Greta feeling fulfilled. "I'll call my lawyer and have him get right on your divorce and amend my will." "Ok and tell Mable we'll be staying awhile," said Darlene, tearing up again as they wheeled Carl from the room now. "You can stay forever if you want," said Greta hugging her. "It'll be your house eventually and you've always been more of a west coast girl anyway." She was being comforted by Maureen as Greta made call after call, getting her affairs in order. She sat stressed, reminiscing as Maureen came in and out giving updates until finally she told them it was over. "I hope I'm making all the right decisions today!" said Darlene, breaking down again. "Holy shit I can't believe what I've done. I've changed everything!" "Oh you did, honey. They couldn't be more right!" said Greta comforting her until finally she composed herself. "If you would have seen how happy she was parading around as princess after princess you'd never doubt even for a moment. Caroline even wanted to go back as some of the brunette and red head princesses so now she'll have the chance. So relax you really did." "I did right!" said Darlene trying to feel strong and confident. "Well either way I did what I had to do." "Exactly! Like mother like daughter," said Greta patting her back before trying to loosen the tension. "You know now that we've both sliced off a penis." "Wait? You never admitted that to me before but I always wondered if you really did?" said Darlene looking right into her mother's eyes. "Dad said something about it but I was so young so he left out the details." "Well you knew he was cheating and I kind of left part of it barely hanging but they couldn't fix it," said Greta matter of factly. "But you know tough as I am, you're the better woman than I, Darlene. You didn't leave anything hanging. You finished the job!"