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All in the Family By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Two The next morning he heard the television on downstairs and people talking as he awaited his friend's knock, peeking out a few times as he could hear talking downstairs but could not make out the conversation. "Nice of you to wake up today. Here, take these moron. You realize it's almost noon," the sheriff berated his son, tossing him some aspirin. "Do you even remember much about last night?" "Not exactly, dad?" replied Donnie with a smile, sipping some coffee. "I think I drank too much beer." "Don't bullshit me, Donald! We've talked about this crap. You're seventeen and I know you kids drink, but being totally hammered is unacceptable," yelled his father, lecturing him. "Ok..ok dad," Donnie moaned, rolling his eyes. "Remember I'm almost eighteen and right now my head is pounding." "Yes, I remember but do you," said his father, tossing an I.D card on the table. "And when were you going to tell me about her, or do you not remember that last night either?" "Oh yeah sure of course," said Donnie, trying to focus on the fuzzy I.D, reading it. "Doreen, yeah of course I remember her. She's awesome! Wait, where did you get this from?" "I'd say you damn well better remember her, since her lipstick is still all over your face and maybe you could put on some pants where the zipper's not destroyed?" said the sheriff, sipping his coffee reading his paper with a grin. "And I got it from your car, lover boy." "Really?" said Donnie, looking down seeing the pink lipstick dried into his trousers crotch, smiling. "You're lucky you met a nice girl like her," said the sheriff, shaking his head. "She's upstairs in the guest room awaiting you to take her back to campus. She was pretty rattled last night and I doubt slept well, so why don't you go up there and ask her to come down to have some coffee or a late breakfast with us." "Oh ok?" Donnie looked at the lipstick on his cheek in the toaster's reflection smiling. "Wow." "Wow is right you idiot!" said his father shaking his head. "So how did you meet her? A 24 year old graduate student who is definitely out of your league! I would have figured she'd be the drunk one, not you. You friggin' putz!" "Hey, chicks dig me dad!" replied Donnie getting all full of himself, making a muscle. "Plus I've been working out!" "Go get her, you idiot," said his father laughing. "And I hope you're using protection, moron." Donnie raced up the stairs, knocking on the guest room door. "Hey Doreen, it's Donnie," he said. "Can I come in?" "Yes, it's unlocked," replied Johnny with his arms folded. "I've been waiting like an hour or so for you to wake up!" "Hey.. umm. Morning," said Donnie coming in and closing the door behind him, seeing Johnny sitting on the edge of the bed as he leaned back on the door nervously. "So my dad is making us some breakfast so maybe we could eat and then I'll drive you back and we can talk and stuff." "Talk?" said Johnny with an annoyed tone. "Umm yeah well maybe talk about last night on the way, and maybe get to know each other better," babbled Donnie, looking down nervously. "I mean like I know I drank too much and maybe our next date could be more normal. Maybe a movie or dinner or whatever you'd like would be cool. I'm flexible and like wow. You're a pretty hot." "Are you really that stupid, or just deaf, dumb and blind?" Answered Johnny nastily as Donnie almost shit himself, stunned as he looked up from the floor. "It's me asshole!" "Johnny? What the fuck?" said Donnie, feeling sick to his stomach. "Oh no! This can't be! I couldn't have been that hammered! Holy shit, you're in a dress and look at all that makeup!" "Calm down idiot," Johnny looked out the window. "You're dad's still here right? I've been waiting for his car to leave for hours, but it was getting late so I had to fix myself back up just in case he didn't leave!" "Stay away you weirdo," Donnie was getting defensive. "My first kiss? My first blow job? Holy shit, why would you be dressed like that or do this to me! This couldn't have happened!" "Calm down! Calm down, asshole! I can explain everything and it's not what you think," replied Johnny, walking over grabbing his shirt shaking him and quieting him. "Your dad will hear if you don't lower your voice, and we'll both be in serious trouble most of which you caused last night. Now give me a minute." "Ok, ok!" whined Donnie, getting emotional. "But what the fuck!" "First off I did not give you anything, so don't even think about that," said Johnny, holding out his hand like a stop sign. "But here's the deal. It started when I met your cousin there, Heather. You were already hammered and she and I were hanging out drinking." "Holy shit, Heather was there? I don't remember that?" said Donnie surprised. "I forgot she even went there but that was like ten years ago and why would she be there?" "Well let's just say she wasn't there for the drinking, especially in an FSU cheerleader outfit?" replied Johnny. "Anyway one thing led to another and she and I went upstairs." "Holy shit! You know she's not really my cousin, right?" asked Donnie. "What?" said Johnny surprised. "But you introduced her to me at your birthday party at your mom's house when I first met her. "Well, she is my relative but she doesn't like feeling old so she calls herself my cousin instead of my aunt," Donnie explained. "She's actually my father's little sister, and she's the only one from my dad's side that gets along with my mother, so when we have parties for me at my mom's house, she represents his side. Wait, nothing happened right?" "Well not exactly? I mean we didn't have regular sex, but I kind of got my first blow...!" Johnny smiled and stopped mid-sentence as the door flung open. "Hey come on you two," said his father, interrupting. "Everything's getting cold. Come eat and you can talk downstairs." "Sure?" said Johnny in his softest voice. "I'll be right down. Give me just one sec ok?" "Great, let's give her a minute and you go get her plate ready, Donnie," said his dad. As they closed the door behind them, Johnny quickly reached down and squeezed his feet into his shoes. He took one last look at himself in the mirror and opened the purse, doing one more touch up as best he could. Within a few minutes, he came down the stairs feeling very self- conscious as he entered the kitchen to their stares. "So it's wonderful to have you join us for this morning, Doreen," said his father, looking at his watch. "Or should I say afternoon." "Thanks," said Johnny meekly. "So where have you being hiding this beautiful young lady, Donald?" asked his dad. "If I was your age and had a girlfriend this pretty, I'd be showing her off everywhere." "Umm well," Stuttered Donnie, looking over at Johnny for help. "I don't know dad." "Oh everything's pretty recent, Mr. Farmer," said Johnny, bullshitting. "But that's so nice of you to say." "Well he's very lucky he met a girl like you, because most girls would have left him to wake up in a strange place with a wicked hangover," said his father. "Here you've got a girl that lost her wallet probably trying to drag your drunken ass home, and then drove you to make sure you got here without even giving a thought about herself or how she'd even get home." "Oh it was nothing, sir!" said Johnny, batting his lashes. "I would think a good friend would always be there for another, right?" "See, she's more than just pretty son. She's obviously smart and with a good head on her shoulders!" said his father, teasing. "Be careful though, Doreen. He's a mama's boy and I'd bet my ex-wife is watching any girl with her baby like a hawk. How's it going so far with her?" "Not funny dad, but no need to get her involved here, ok?" replied Donnie, giving his dad a pat on the back. "You know how she is!" "Oh so she doesn't know?" said his father, rocking with a grin on his face. "I thought last night you told me Doreen that you stayed at his mom's house before?" "Uummm?" Johnny stuttered nervously. "Well.... yeah." "I get it you two and I remember when I was your age too, trying to find a nice quiet place sneaking around. But from this point forward no more hiding things please. I do understand you're almost eighteen, so I'll treat you like an adult if you act like one," His father lectured. "Especially if I know you're acting responsibly." "I am, dad!" Moaned Donnie, rolling his eyes as he looked away. "Yeah time will tell on that one son, but at least know she does anyway," said his father taking out his phone. "Now get next to her I'd like a nice picture of you two." "Dad, no!" cried Donnie. "Please." "I know I'm embarrassing you, but I don't care," said his father sternly, waving his hands for him to move. "Just one shot so don't give me a hard time, especially after last night!" "Fine," whined Donnie, walking behind Johnny and leaning down as his father snapped a picture. "I can't wait to send this to your mother," said his father texting. "I can't believe she has no idea you have a girlfriend, and sorry but I've got to stir it up!" "Dad!" replied Donnie turning red. "Let's just keep this to ourselves please. You know how she is!" "Exactly!" said his father smiling. "But if my first girlfriend was as pretty as yours, I'd be parading her everywhere instead of laying low. Now don't be a pain in the ass and I'll make sure I don't mention you two have been sneaking time at her place, understood?" "Understood, but please don't," Donnie pleaded. "Too late," said his father after having sent the text and quickly getting a reply. "Obviously you two better get your stories straight. Now eat." Johnny and Donnie were whispering to each other as they ate while the sheriff was texting away as he left the table. After five minutes, he returned with a big smile on his face, tossing his phone on the table. "So last night you gave me a little grief, so tonight it's your turn, Donald," Teased his father. "Your mother is beside herself dying to meet Doreen. That should be interesting." "No thanks, I'm avoiding that one dad!" Donnie finished and got up. "We're going to run ok, because Doreen and I have a big day planned together. Don't expect me in early, ok?" "Well that'll be tough because I just finished talking to my sister and I was able to get her to call the caterer and add a plate for tonight," said his father, shaking his head. "Did you forget it's your cousin's sweet sixteen tonight?" "Oh shit, kinda yeah?" said Johnny with his eyes wide open. "Wait, you got her invited?" "Of course! She'd love for you to bring a date," replied his father. "She seemed really happy for you and excited to meet her." "Oh I couldn't impose!" said Johnny stunned. "That's a family event, so you guys enjoy and we'll go out some other time Donnie. Maybe you can just drop me off, ok?" "You kidding!" said his father seeing his phone ringing and answering it. "Here, talk to your aunt, Donnie. You know how she is and I doubt she'll be taking no for an answer." Suddenly, Donnie found himself on the phone with his Aunt Heather as his father handed over the phone. She seemed to mostly do the talking, as he frequently nodded and barely chimed in as Johnny waited anxiously until he hung up. "What did she say?" whispered Johnny nervously. "You got us out of this right?" "So she'll be here in like ten minutes, dad," said a dejected looking Donnie, looking over at his buddy. "I guess we'll discuss it then." Ten minutes felt like an eternity until the door sprung open and in came Heather, looking dramatically different than she did last night. She was still absolutely drop dead gorgeous, dressed in an off the shoulder white Capri length pants suit with gold sandal stilettos, and an ornate buckled matching belt. On her right wrist were a few dozen clanging thin gold bracelets, and from her ears swung large gold metallic leaf earrings. Her makeup was again done expertly, featuring copper shiny lips and her hair was slicked straight back into a tight pony, as Heather now looked closer to her age now, yet still not like she could be the mother of a teenager. "Oh so this must be Doreen. So exciting to meet you, honey!" said Heather running right over and hugging him before stepping back, holding both of his hands and looking into his eyes. "Wow Donnie. She's beautiful. I'm so happy for you two!" "Thank you," said Johnny as she gave a little squeeze on his hand to respond and then turned over her shoulder, shooting Donnie a look. "Oh, I didn't mean to embarrass you," said Heather, walking over and kissing her nephew and then wiping her lipstick stain from his cheek. "But it seems the whole family is happy about you bringing a date tonight, so it should be an incredible evening." "The whole family?" Donnie asked. "Of course!" said Heather grinning. "Everyone will be there." "Oh I appreciate you including me Heather, but as I told your brother, it's not my place so I couldn't impose," said Johnny, giving her a look. "Oh you're not imposing at all dear," said Heather, flicking her wrist. "And I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out on the good time we'll be having tonight. Trust me, our family knows how to pull out all the stops and party!" "I'm sure you do, and you've all been so nice," said Johnny with a little grin before looking at his buddy. "But regretfully I'll have to pass. I'll take a rain check though on partying with you, and maybe you could just take me back to campus now please, ok Donnie?" "Don't worry everyone," said Heather, giving Johnny a look. "I'd be happy to take Doreen back to campus and she can get whatever she needs. I'd really love for you to be there with us! Are you sure you won't reconsider? I think it could be a night you'd really really enjoy." Johnny swallowed, feeling a tingle down his spine as he watched Heather's tongue roll across her lip as she grinned, looking into his eyes. He paused for a moment before composing himself and took a deep breath looking back at her. "As much as I'd really love to Heather..." gasped Johnny, trying to keep his composure and struggling to even look at her. "I'll take the ride back to campus, but regarding tonight I don't have appropriate clothes for such an extravagant event. I really appreciate you thinking of me, but I'll have to take a pass. You guys just go and enjoy." "Are you kidding honey?" Donnie's dad chimed in. "Now we're not taking no for an answer, and whatever you have to wear I'm sure will be fine, right Heather?" "Dad, she said she doesn't have fancy clothes for something like this," replied Donnie. "Don't make her do things she'd not comfortable with." "I agree with you son, but you can thank me later as you're both lucky to have such a wonderful aunt and sister like me to make sure everyone is happy," said Heather smiling, patting herself on the back and holding out her hand. "Give me your Amex brother and I'll take care of the rest." "Heather? I'm not sure I understand?" Johnny began to say as she stopped him. "Don't worry yourself, Doreen. My brother's used to me spending his money. As it is, I do all his shopping for the last few years since he's been divorced, so today won't be any different. Grab your purse Doreen and we'll talk more on the ride," said Heather, standing up and grabbing his wrist before typing on her phone. "I'm texting my salon now and I'll have them add you to my appointment. In the mean time we'll stop and get what you need before we find something appropriate to wear for tonight. It's no big deal." Johnny was somewhat stunned, expecting her to get him out of this mess as he followed her, getting into her car realizing he was about to get in deeper. "Holy shit, Heather," Johnny shouted the moment she slammed the car door. "Are you insane? This has already gotten out of hand. This whole disguise thing was just supposed to help me sneak out! Nothing more." "True, but you created the issue pretending to be his girlfriend, not me," said Heather giving him a look. "Now trust me there will be plenty of time for us to sneak off and have some fun. You do want to pick up where we left off last night and maybe get rid of that little virginity thing you've got going on, right?" "You know I do but how?" whined Johnny. "I mean when could we? You sure about this?" "Trust me it's a five hour party, and my daughter could give a shit about where I'll be most of the time," said Heather, sliding her hand to his knee as they drove. "I'll do what I have to do making appearances when I need to and in between we'll have some time to ourselves. All you have to do is act the part and I'll handle the rest." "This is nuts," replied Johnny, feeling happily tranquil for a moment as his rubbed under his skirt. "No these are nuts," said Heather giving them a squeeze. "And they'll be all mine later, so you just relax and I got this! But you know I'd love to hear your version of what happened last night after I left you. Especially how you became my nephew's girlfriend? I mean I know I dressed you as a girl, but the rest I didn't expect." "Like I did?" said Johnny annoyed, seeing the huge grin fill her face as she drove. "Please let me explain." "Oh I'm dying to hear it!" said Heather with a giggle. "Especially the part about your lipstick all over my nephew's face and especially his pants." "Who told you that?" asked Johnny. "My brother. You know, the sheriff," Heather smirked. "Cops typically don't miss details like that but I guess from what I hear he couldn't miss it." "Really? He missed that I'm a guy, didn't he?" said Johnny getting pissed. "Ok fair point! But the lipstick?" Heather giggled. "Seems he may have missed that but I guess your lips didn't." "It wasn't like that!" replied Johnny bewildered. "You know how hammered he was and all he saw was what he thought was a hot girl across from him. He jammed his face against mine when I didn't expect it! And trust me I didn't open his pants, and then immediately pushed away the second he slammed my face into his crotch!" "That's too bad," Teased Heather, wiggling her fingers across the seat under his skirt and inside his panties. "It kind of made me wet thinking you might have enjoyed it." "Seriously," Johnny felt her scratching at his balls before pinching him a bit with her long nail tip. "Whoooaaahhh." "I'm very serious, as you can attest," said Heather grabbing hold and squeezing. "Now don't you worry, I plan on finding a way for us to have some real fun tonight. You're good with that, aren't you?" "Uuummm yes!" Squeaked Johnny completely aroused. "That's a good pretty boy, because this little mishap is going to turn out as a nice surprise for both of us," said Heather, letting go and snapping the waist band as he gasped. "Now let's calm yourself down because we'll need to work on my nephew's girlfriend before I let loose your equipment." "You sure about this, Heather?" said Johnny sitting back, looking at his bulge in his skirt. "What if I feel... You know. And what if anyone recognizes me? Plus, his mom knows me. She might..?" "I've got all that covered," said Heather, patting his tented skirt. "Now let's get you prepared, and all will be fine!" He was breathing heavily for a few moments as he finally calmed himself down as they shared some small talk. For the next thirty minutes she worked on lecturing him about posture, fashion and just about every women's titbit or female fact she could drill into his head in a short period of time. She then pulled up on a very quaint tree lined street as he looked up and down at the row of boutiques and stores lining each side of a block or two. "Ok, just follow my lead and I've already got most of it arranged," said Heather as they exited the car. "I used an assortment of cheap crap in a dorm room and you look damn good. Now come on, because you're going to look fabulous once the professionals can lay their hands on you." As they walked around the corner, she first led him into a bright lit spa. Immediately she was greeted by a hostess hugging her as Johnny felt weak in the knees, looking around at all the women reading magazines in the lobby. "Good morning, Mrs. Giordano," said the receptionist, handing her a glass of champagne. "And good timing, as we're ready for you and I believe your daughter is a bit anxious." "It's about time, mom!" said Kristen, tossing down her magazine and getting up. "Dad dropped me off like five minutes early and I've been waiting like a dog." "Ok honey. There's really no rush?" said Heather looking at her watch. "Chill, we're right on schedule." "Whatever?" Mouthed Kristen with some attitude. "So is this her?" "Yes, Kristen, this is Doreen," replied Heather as they softly shook hands. "Humm?" said Kristen curiously giving him the once over. "You're with my cousin? Seriously? I heard you were like a grad student or something?" "Yeah, well hi? Nice to meet you too?" said Johnny, trying not to laugh with a little smirk, shrugging his shoulders. "He's a great guy and very mature." "Donnie? You sure we're talking about my cousin, right? Ok then?" Giggled Kristen, spinning her finger with some attitude before turning her back. "How about we just go in because we've got a schedule to keep and from the looks of it, your manicure won't be quick." "Just ignore her. She's a bit edgy about tonight, and if you remember, her and Donnie fight like cats and dogs over nothing," whispered Heather as they all turned heading in. "I can see that," said Johnny, looking down at his short nails as he followed. As they turned down a hall, Kristen was led to a small room at one side and they pointed him to another a few doors down. "Ok, so they know the deal here with you, so don't worry about a thing," said Heather, grabbing his wrist and whispering. "They don't discriminate by gender. They just provide the services asked, so relax and let them work. Now let me help get you out of these clothes." '"Services?" said Johnny getting nervous as she helped him strip. "Wait, what services?" "Relax, things we all need to before we primp a bit," replied Heather helping him on with a soft silk robe. "You mean my makeup," said Johnny. "Yes I realize it's important to get right and do more than you did in the dorm room if that's what you mean by primping." "No I mean more than that and the primping comes much later," giggled Heather, pointing down at his legs and lifting his hands. "Remember we're going to Kristen's sweet sixteen party tonight. It'll be pretty fancy and no woman's going there without looking her best. And obviously I just can't stuff you in some pretty dress like this so you're lucky I got you squeezed in with Kristen and I today. You're about to enjoy your first ever day of being pampered, except with a few extra steps we had to have added." "Oooohhh?" sighed Johnny, somewhat realizing what she meant as he now realized he wasn't there for just his makeup. "So wait... that means." "Hello dear," a flamboyant man interrupted as he entered. "I'm Sergio and I'll be your personal stylist to help you get just the right look for this fabulous evening. So are we excited or what?" "Oh we are!" said Heather, hugging him. "So nice to see you again Sergio. But she's a little nervous, ok?" "Oh Doreen no worries honey," said Sergio, sliding his hands into some gloves. "I'll be gentle dear, but you won't be the first or the last special young lady I've been tasked to help. Now let's slip off that robe and we'll work on perfecting what we've got here." "Thanks Sergio," said Heather. "Relax, I'll just be a few doors away and I'll check on you in a bit." Sergio helped him off with his robe and then tapped on the cushioned table as he climbed on, feeling pretty embarrassed as he lay back in the nude. At first it wasn't what he was worried about as Sergio began by gently rubbing away last night's foundation and blush before proceeding to perform a deep cleaning on his face. It was actually pretty relaxing as he sat with his face completely covered in some odd substance before his initial concerns became realized, feeling the sticky warmth being rubbed onto his leg. In no way though was he ready for the pain he couldn't have imagined to be so intense as the first section of hair was ripped from his left calf. "Easy honey," said Sergio, quickly covering his scream. "Stop thinking like a boy. They can be so sensitive and you're way past that. Here bite down on this and it'll help. Girls are so much tougher. You know they say how men could never give birth, even if you will have the legs for it when I'm done with you." He wasn't sure whether to be insulted, or was it a backhanded compliment, as Sergio placed a warm towel over his eyes to keep him relaxed as he bit down on the damp wash cloth. He grunted and mumbled as Sergio worked incredibly quickly, and it wasn't long before he had ripped every hair from below his knees and then some small strays from his upper legs. He wasn't too hairy in most other places, as easily the soft hair was removed from above the waist and at his arms, but he in no way could hold back the tears when he lifted and spread his legs as he shaped his bikini area, sculpting his faux bush and waxed between his butt cheeks, causing an intense tremble. It was incredibly soothing though once he was finally completely smooth, as Sergio massaged and coated every inch of his legs and arms, asking to flip and roll once it seemed to soak in. He rested comfortably for about fifteen minutes as he was beginning to feel the sting leave his skin, until he felt soft cold sensations at his chest area once Sergio had repositioned him lying perfectly on his back. Oddly he felt a tacky sensation on his left breast, followed by some distinct pressure and then popped his chin up as Sergio pressed harder. "Be still or it'll be crooked and none of us want that." Sergio pushed his head back down. "They adhere really well if we don't mess with them too quickly, and the effect sure beats those stinky tube socks you had stuffed." Johnny was somewhat stunned by the thought as he felt the right side being pressed into place now. Without Sergio holding the left side, he could feel the consistent jiggle as he was pressing over and over on the right side before he felt himself growing stiff as the cool apparatus were bonding to his skin. Instinctively he reached his hand across from his lying position until he felt Sergio's elbow push it away before it could touch his shaft. "That happens every once and a while, when I get the treat of doing these on some of our clientele," chuckled Sergio. "I'll give you some privacy later and you can relieve yourself if that helps calm your nerves. Just not for about fifteen minutes until we get these adhered just right, ok?" Johnny was so mortified he didn't say a word as Sergio lifted the towel and began working on his face. It felt so fresh and clean as he worked softly with his sponge before he finally took a brush to his cheeks, nose and forehead. When he was finished, he dipped a huge brush into some translucent powder and then took a small tube, squirting a gel onto his lips. "I'll tell Mrs. Giordano that we're finished here," said Sergio. "Please just relax for about ten more minutes until I return and then you'll be able to get dressed." "Ok, thanks," said Johnny lying back closing his eyes for about five minutes and feeling a tingling on his lips until a noise interrupted him. "Oh Sergio's good," said Heather coming in after a minute as Johnny opened his eyes, happy to see her. "Sergio told me with your figure and his work I'd be able to get you into some gorgeous stuff and was he ever right? Stand up and let me get the full view?" "What does that mean, Heather?" said Johnny sitting up seeing her looking at him in her bathrobe. "These things are pretty damn heavy and I'm just lying here." "See for yourself," replied Heather, taking his hand as he swung his legs off the table, standing up. "It's no big deal but it just helps make everything look natural." "They feel so weird and do look freaking natural," Johnny looked down and cupped his fake boobs. "They really do," said Heather, pushing at one of them and watching it jiggle a bit. "Well you definitely look pretty natural except for that." "No kidding," said Johnny as Heather reached in, giving a few soft yanks playing with it. "Bet you wouldn't even need to stare at my picture right now if you just stared at yourself from the waist up," Teased Heather, feeling him immediately start to grow. "But let's save that for later because just twisting you is making me salivate." "Me too," said Johnny, turning and looking at Heather, feeling extremely excited. "Good, because I've already got a plan for later," replied Heather letting go and sliding her nails through his public hair causing him to gasp a little. "And it starts with me on top, rocking your virgin world. You good with that right?" "D..d..definitely," mumbled Johnny as she leaned against him. "Good boy. I mean girl," said Heather as he felt her breath inches from his lips. "Now calm yourself down and let's finish making you pretty so we can both get what we crave later." "Absolutely," said Johnny as she tugged on some of that hair making him jump slightly. "Perfect, now go lie down and calm down before Sergio gets here," said Heather helping him lie back down and dropping a towel over his eyes before dimming the lights. "Maybe take a cat nap and think about baseball or something boring to relax that stiffie." They both shared a chuckle as his mind relaxed. After a few minutes, he could feel himself grow soft when he thought about what he'd be going out in that evening as he heard the door open and Sergio come back in. "So I'll be about five or ten more minutes, and then we'll get you up and dressed," said Sergio. "I'm having them press your outfit in the back, and while I run down the block to get you appropriate underwear." "Sounds good," said Johnny, staying relaxed hearing the door closed. Within a minute he heard the door open and then being closed quietly as he barely moved, hearing the footsteps approach him. "Forgot something?" asked Johnny, noticing the dim light go completely dark. "Not really," whispered Heather as he felt the entire table move and then weight across his legs and waist, realizing she was positioning herself on top of him. "Wow Heather, easy," Johnny told her. "No chance of that?" Teased Heather softly as he felt her fingers slide across his waist and grab hold of him. "I thought you had a plan for later," Johnny asked, thrilled after a few quick yanks. "But I'm not arguing! Damn that feels hot." "Good, because I never take no for an answer and I don't feel like waiting any longer," whispered Heather as suddenly he was completely engulfed in her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times until he was completely hard and he could feel himself begin to perspire as she moved deeply. Twice more she sucked deeply and then she released him as she repositioned herself on top of him. It was a moment he dreamed about all his life, she slithered herself above his crotch as she wiggled her ass into position. He was finally about to know what he had only imagined as she sat on thighs before lifting and spreading her legs and manipulating his manhood. "No problem! I've waited my whole life for this, so who am I to argue," replied Johnny, feeling the initial wetness and penetration as she dropped herself down on him. "Ooohhh damnnn." "Oh yeah!" moaned Heather as he felt the tightness surround him. "Oh Heather," cried Johnny. "Uuuummm," moaned Heather softly as she began controlling the pace, gently lifting her rear and dropping back down further each time. "Holy shit! I can't believe this is happening after this morning!" Screamed Johnny, feeling his first ever vaginally induced pleasure. "Oh Heather you're fucking amazing." He was on cloud nine, feeling the first few thrusts until suddenly the room got completely bright as the lights snapped on, destroying the moment. "Damn right I am! Now get the fuck off there you little pig," said Heather as Johnny's jaw dropped, seeing her at the door with a handful of clothes folded over her forearm. It was like his neck was on a swivel snapping back, realizing he had been tricked as Kristen climbed off his completely aroused body, leaving him stiff and completely disheartened. "Fine!" said Kristen with tremendous attitude. "This is bullshit. Why is it ok for you to be able to have a boy toy or whatever the fuck this is? Why can't I ever have any fucking fun. I'm telling daddy about your charades, and this little cunt." "You're not saying shit if you know what's good for you! And especially after all I've done for this out of control event you're having later, you spoiled little bitch," said Heather as Kristen scurried to put her robe back on. "And Doreen's not some little toy, so back the fuck off. Plus you've got a fucking boyfriend and we've talked about protection how many times now!" "You know my boyfriend thinks we're supposed to wait for marriage. He's gorgeous but we both know he's a fucking choir boy," said Kristen, opening the door and rushing out. "I've got needs too mother, and you fucking know it!" "Sorry about that. She's kind of hormonal right now, and trust me she won't say shit to anyone," said Heather looking over at a stunned Johnny. "Just try to calm yourself down and later we'll pick up where she left off, ok?" "Like I have much choice," said Johnny, looking at his manhood beet red. "Holy shit this is all so insane!" "Sorry, I know you're going through a lot today! I got this!" said Heather, opening her robe exposing herself and tossing a washcloth over his stiff member. "Plus I've already forgotten more than she knows. Trust me on that." It didn't take more than a half dozen yanks as she jerked on him as quickly he exploded into the wash cloth. When he finished, she wiped him clean and tossed it in the trash before calling for Sergio as he entered the room. Johnny was completely embarrassed seeing Sergio smirk, staring at his limp reddish member as he took a wet rag sponge bathing off any perspiration and then coating him with a flowery smelling ointment. He then took a thin bra from its small hanger, placing it over his boobs and adjusting the straps. He stepped into the outstretched panty as Sergio held it open and it was pretty sensitive as his penis was directed backward in its special pocket, fidgeting as his testicles were pushed inside his body cavity. "Your body turned out beautifully, Miss Doreen," Sergio stated as he opened a closet door, revealing a long mirror on the inside. "I wasn't so sure about the size at first, but I believe this should look nice on you dear. But see for yourself!" Johnny could barely believe how hot his body now looked, staring at the reflection of his body in a scarlet satin bra and matching panties. It was like they had turned him into some swim suit model as his thin frame now featured two substantial breasts and the thin g-string type panty perfectly concealing his tucked male parts. "This is crazy," Johnny cupped and lifted his boobs, amazed at the slight bounce as the bra held them firmly. "Of course it isn't," said Sergio, dropping some slippers to the floor and holding open the robe. "But I appreciate the compliment. Now let's get you out there dear." It felt so uncomfortable being lead through a crowded salon like he was just one of the girls, as he was soon seated in a red chair with a sink behind him. Not much was said as a woman in plastic gloves dropped a plastic cape over his robe and then dropped his chair back, until his head was resting in the sink. It was soothing having his hair washed and then conditioned as he peeked open his eyes from time to time, seeing her lean over him lathering his scalp. It was not until he heard Kristen's voice and saw her having a conversation with the girl did he attempt to eavesdrop, but really couldn't make out what they were saying. He looked up, seeing her mixing to his left and before he knew she was lifting the back of his chair before walking away. "Move down one, princess," Kristen tapped his thigh. "What?" Moaned Johnny looking up seeing her. "Come on move it before they fuck up my hair," Kristen smacked him harder now. "Let's go." "Fine?" Johnny said as she kept nudging until he stood up and moved down a chair. "What's the difference?" "It's my fucking day bitch, now just move like I asked you and don't fucking stress me," said Kristen nastily. "I've got my nasty ass mother to do that." "Ok ladies. I'm Bethany and I'm here make you look gorgeous," said a woman approaching now and flipping through some notes. "I bet you're both excited for the big night, right? I see we're doing Bayalage chocolate to champagne at station on,e and a multi-tonal with a wheat base at station two. Does that sound right girls?" "Yup, sounds perfect!" said Kristen as Bethany reached into the sink, touching her wet hair and inspecting. "I think that should really lift your features Kristen and look stunning with that amazing dress I hear you'll be in," said Bethany, now turning her attention to Johnny. "And that's a nice choice to bring out your blue eyes Doreen, but I'm just going to need to modify the developer a bit so your complexion doesn't look washed out. I love girls that know what they want and aren't afraid to be a little trendy." "Oh we're not," said Kristen. "We've both always loved living on the edge of fashion! Right, Doreen?" "Ah... yeah," Johnny rolled his eyes. "I've been stuck trying some things I've never thought were in my wildest dreams lately." "Oh haven't we all dear. Now obviously you're getting the full-remi wefts Doreen, right? said Bethany now touching his hair and then checking off some items on a chart. "Are you kidding?" said Kristen, answering for him. "She's been dying for them after her bad pixie experiment that's finally been growing out, so those should be hot on her." "Don't fret it, Doreen," said Bethany flipping her wrist winking and then lifting her hair. "Been there! Done that but you couldn't really tell could you?" "Wow," said Kristen. "Definitely not. Those look fantastic! You're going to add a layer or two to make sure you've got enough dimension and body on me too right?" "Since it's your big day and I think at least two ok?" said Bethany as she dropped both of their chairs back now. "Now sit back and let me do my job girls, and before you know it you'll both be looking fabulous." Bethany stood between their chairs now as she started with Johnny, softly pushing his eyelids down with her fingers and then touching his hair. He was actually enjoying the massaging all around his scalp as she lathered with her gloved fingers. It actually didn't take very long until she turned towards Kristen, seemingly working much longer as he peeked open his eyes. With Bethany's hip twisted towards him, he turned his neck slightly to enjoy the sight of her tight ass in her slim jeans bending towards Kristen as she seemed to be spending a great deal of time on her. He figured that made sense as she had long thick hair and he knew he'd be in extensions, so he closed his eyes again, enjoying the relaxation. After about ten minutes he felt his right hand being touched as he popped open his eyes seeing an Asian woman place his hand on a small silver table. "Round or square?" said the woman. "Huh?" Mumbled Johnny, realizing she was about to do his nails. "Round or square?" she said again. "I don't...." Johnny began to say before Kristen interrupted. "Give her square pink French with a long rhinestone mix jeweled tip like you did with the girls on my dais," said Kristen. "We're not sure about her dress yet, so that should look gorgeous with anything." "Great?" whined Johnny glancing down as he watched her trim his cuticles. It was pretty unnerving watching his digits transform as she glued on the tips and he could hardly believe he'd even be able to make a fist as the tips protruded three or four inches from his fingers like some Halloween witch. In a way he was fascinated, unable to look away by this bizarre sight before becoming slightly relieved as he watched her clip and shape them to a more normal looking, long feminine length. He lifted his pinkie slightly as she worked higher up on his hand, feeling quite queasy realizing the acrylic was bonding to his nails as she filled them in. It was hard not to stare as she moved to the other side until he was startled, hearing water as he saw Bethany rinsing out Kristen's hair as she continued to create his long elegant extremities. "This is going to be gorgeous on you, Kristen!" said Bethany as she was lifting Kristen's chair and giving it a quick dry before tossing a towel over Kristen's shoulders. "You can go to see your stylist, Monica, now." "Thanks," said Kristen getting up with her nails fanned out. "I'm so excited!" "I give you fucking inch Kristen and you always take a yard! Don't you?" Scolded Heather as Johnny looked up, seeing her grab Kristen by the wrist, stopping her dead in her tracks as she began walking towards the stylist chairs. "Unbelievable!" "Oh I'm not sure what you mean, mother?" replied Kristen with a smirk. "You're the one that started me getting highlights at thirteen, and from there my diva-ness all just blossomed. I'm just following in the footsteps of my role model of course." "Ok. Ok! I guess that part I can't argue, but don't try playing me, Kristen," said Heather with a giggle, looking down with her head covered in foils. "You know exactly what I mean and tell me exactly how many of your friends' mothers have let their daughters dress like you do or wear as much makeup as you at fifteen." "Well not many are as cool as you of course," said Kristen looking up at her mother smiling as she began walking away from her towards the chair before whispering to herself. "Or as promiscuous obviously" "Yeah try none of those old prudes! And I heard that," yelled Heather half heartily, scolding again knowing she was right, grabbing her wrist stopping her. "But here I am again trying to be the young cool mom and I told you no trendy shit because these pictures will be around forever.... and what do I find when I come over here? I find exactly what I told you not to do." "Mom, it's what in," said Kristen, pulling away her wrist and walking to the chair. "And even at your age you may not understand but even the colorist said it's going to look hot with my dress, and she knows her shit or you wouldn't have brought me to this fofo upscale place right? Now can you let the hairdresser do her job so I can get the right curls please?" "You're going to be the death of me Kristen, but I guess you're right," replied Heather, shaking her head as Kristen sat down in Monica's chair. "And trust me you were high maintenance before I let you start dying your hair, young lady." "And that's why you love me." Kristen got up and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Never a dull moment with you Kristen and you are full of surprises aren't you?" Heather hugged her quickly before she sat back down. "And I thought I'd be surprising you today, but I should have known better." "Wait, you know I love surprises!" said Kristen getting excited. "Tell me. Come on I can't wait for tonight. Tell me and I'll act surprised. Come on mom!" "No, I was going to surprise you here sweetie. I figured your father's going to kill me letting you .... Holy shit Kristen! You didn't?" Heather saw a woman wheeling over a small cart covered on top with sections of long blonde hair, parking it at the stylists chair where Johnny would soon be sitting. "Tell me you didn't switch seats?" "Well I won't if that's what you want me to say," giggled Kristen. "It's just it was the Bayalage station and all so I kind of flip flopped with Doreen. Princess boy was getting extensions anyway, so I figured what's the difference if he got a few highlights mixed in. It'll probably look pretty on the little sissy anyway." "Holy crap!" Cried Heather, covering her eyes and peeking through them as she looked over seeing a number of women around Johnny. Heather now raced over, weaving her way through some customers as she watched them raise Johnny's chair. She covered her mouth in shock, seeing them help Johnny to his feet and then turned away quickly before he could see her as they were leading him to his stylist chair. She took a few moments composing herself as she headed back to Kristen, wiping her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, seeing them blow drying his short boy hair. "Mom, you ok?" said Kristen as she was having her hair rolled by Monica. "Fine. I'm fine," said Heather wiping her eyes. "Can you give us a minute, Monica." "Sure," said Monica. "I could use a coffee anyway." Well, it's just my surprise was that I was letting you get more than highlights," said Heather as Monica walked away. "I was having them take you all the way blonde like you wanted." "Huuhhhh," Sighed Kristen speechless for a moment. "I can't believe it. You told me no like five times." "Yes, and even more honey. It was that and letting you pierce your nose!" said Heather looking across the floor at Johnny. "Well Kristen, there's part of your sweet sixteen present!" Kristen's eyes almost bugged out of her head as she looked across the floor, watching them brushing through some blonde wefts behind Johnny's head. She could see that tears had been flowing down his cheeks as his glassy eyes sagged above the sparkling stud in his left nostril. "Holy shit mom." Kristen watched as they pushed his neck forward and were working near the base of his neck. "I've been dying to have my nose pierced and to be blonde for like ever, but I can't say this isn't fucking hysterical." "Look at her," said Heather trying not to stare as she could see them bonding them to his neck. "I think she's in shock and she hasn't even seen the full result yet." "Yeah but you'll be too if you don't go get those foils out and you over process your hair," said Kristen, snapping her mother out of it. "Now go get rinsed out mom, because there's not much you can do about it now." Heather knew her daughter was right as she walked back to have her foils taken out while they worked on Kristen and Johnny. Kristen watched intently as slowly they glued in weft after weft while Monica returned and slowly rolled up her hair in the back. After ten minutes, Kristen was led away being placed under a dryer near the back wall losing sight of them working on Johnny as she read a few gossip rags occupying the time as they baked in her curls. Even though he knew she was difficult, it was slightly comforting having her near him as he soon found himself alone like any other woman in the salon. He already felt like he had been there forever, having seen enough people working on him as he felt the wefts pull at his scalp as they lifted and tugged them. "So how's my remi-girl?" asked Monica, running her fingers through the thick extensions as she joined them now. "They look fabulous on you, hon." "How much longer, Monica." Johnny was getting tired. "I feel like I've been here forever." "Being beautiful for our men is exhausting sometimes, right? Ok, let's shape all these pretty locks we gave you and you should be done in another ninety minutes or so," said Monica. "It's always crazy when you go from almost nothing to all this mass we gave you right?" "Sure?" Johnny replied softly, having no idea how to answer as she began separating and adding clips everywhere across his head before mumbling to himself. "Another hour and a half!" She didn't hesitate now as he found it odd that they were seemingly cutting away quite a bit of the hair they had just added. For the most part, he could see nothing but blonde trimmings slide down his cape as she continually shaped while constantly inserting and removing clips. He couldn't really see much as she lifted and stretched while she sheared and finally after about fifteen minutes, she stepped back satisfied with the cut calling out to another woman. It was quite nauseating when she finally slid a black headband over his forehead and was joined by a middle aged redhead who began working on his face. "All done layering, honey," said Monica, adjusting his face's angle now. "Chin up while I roll up the back a bit while they work on your face, ok? It's time to get your party face on!" He could hear the squeaking and tugging from behind his shoulders while eyelash after eyelash was added to his. This seemed to be taking forever as they curled and coated them multiple times before the palette of colors brushed across his lids and cheeks. It was a good forty five minutes until he looked up, feeling immediately better when Heather finally returned, taking his hand and giving a gentle squeeze before rubbing his thumb. She was jaw dropping in a low cut black sequin covered form fitting mini dress, with her makeup expertly done. Her lips were a tantalizing sparkling cherry, and her hair was styled in an elaborate updo flipped to the left with a few dangling twists tenderly touching her bare shoulders. She looked more like a twenty five year old Hollywood starlet about to hit the red carpet than a mother of a teenager, as her stilettos clicked towards Kristen lifting the dryer inspecting her hair. She whispered to Kristen to go change, feeling nothing but cool air now as she made her way over towards Johnny as they were painting his lips with a brush. He looked up as she could see the emotion in his eyes as she came his way. "Wonderful job, ladies," said Heather, reaching her hand under his cape squeezing his hand. "Could I interrupt for just a moment?" "Sure. I'm just about done," said the makeup artist, just adding a bit of powder. "I'll call her hairdresser back and once she finishes you can dress her." "You look incredible and it's going to be an incredible night," said Heather, rubbing his shoulder once the woman walked away. "Ok?" "Heather, they.. you..?" started Johnny getting emotional as she hugged him. "I'll fix it. It wasn't supposed to be like this, honey," Heather whispered in his ear and gave it a subtle nibble. "There were some mix ups and a few things got out of control, but I'll take care of making it right. Now don't get emotional and ruin your makeup, ok?" "Ok?" said Johnny nervously. "But.." "But sshhh," said Heather putting her finger over her lips. "Here they come to finish you so just go with it and you'll be out of here soon." Heather winked at him as she walked away, as he was soon being waited on Monica again. "Almost done Doreen. Now that your face looks amazing, let's finish this gorgeous do of yours and you're off to party hon," Monica told him as she removed the headband from his head, releasing the pulled back locks. "Chin up and bit still and in five minutes you can go get dressed." He was still not used to the blonde pony above his head from the morning, but it seemed even weirder as the golden sea of tresses now flopped down covering his eyes. Quickly though, she dug across his right temple as he felt her part his hair and then flip it to the left, taking a brush stroking through it. He had felt the heat of the dryer and irons on his neck and shoulders but now they were staring him right in the face as she wasted no time pulling their wires across his cape. "Just hold this one and remember it's hot, honey," said the woman, lifting the edge of his cape as he looked down seeing the white thin flat iron in his hand. He held it upright, sensing the head which was nothing compared to the much hotter sensation on his forehead as she twisted in a thick barrel and ever so expertly rotated her wrist, tightening up on his hair. It was a bit unnerving as the hot device rotated, twisting towards his face yet each time never touched him. As she moved down releasing the section above his left eye, she twisted in and released two more times before jumping to the small section below the part on the right. It was weird feeling the slight shimmy of his hair with each release, as she traded tools with him bending and twisting the flat iron near the bottom of his shoulders on each side before taking away both tools. She was like a craftsmen, bending his hair with her fingers and a comb before she covered his eyes with her palm, saturating his head in hairspray as she circled him. In the back he could feel her lifting and spraying as he could barely breathe from the fumes as she switched on her hair dryer for a moment, hitting his head with the soft warm air before finally setting it down. She came back in front, patting a few small sections with her hands and a pick, spritzing a few times before finally pulling off his cape as he exhaled, feeling awkwardly better as he was mercifully done. When he stood, he was astonished at how long his hair appeared, sliding down his shoulders towards his chest as he bent his chin down observing it framing the boobs pushing out his robe. "Ok doll. You can go get dressed now," Monica told him as she pointed towards the door near the back as she ushered him towards it as it swung open and he saw Sergio. "Have fun tonight." "Oh my," said Sergio, closing the door behind him. "Haven't we just made you look absolutely delightful today my dear?" "Please Sergio." Johnny touched the end of his hair with the tips of his nails ever so daintily. "I'm stressing big time." "Oh you won't be for long, Doreen," Sergio twisted the lock shut. "Just wait until we'll dress you. You'll be a show stopper!" Sergio wasted no time helping him off with his robe and undergarments as Johnny looked up, seeing his lingerie dangling from a hanger. He was somewhat astounded at seeing the thin very sheer red lacy bustier as he took it from the hanger, removing and tossing away the straps before twisting it around his waist. He was almost salivating as he looked down, seeing it mold around his breasts and then grow taut as he fastened the little hooks in back. It was hard not to really stare at how amazing his breasts looked as he knelt, having him step into a thin matching silk lacy v-cut panty, noticing their distinct jiggle as he hopped from left to right leg as he began sliding them up into place. "Whooooaaa!" Johnny yelled as his momentary fascination was quickly interrupted as his cold hand reached between his legs and tucked him back. "Sorry hon," said Sergio, tugging the waistband into place. "The positioning is probably not even necessary for the dress you'll be in, but for me its force of habit when dressing girls like you. Either way your friend down there will be very secure in his little pouch." "Is that good or ba--!" Johnny stopped talking, seeing the sea of red as he opened the closet door, taking out his dress. "Holy shit, that's for me?" "Oh I'm so glad you feel that way about it too," said Sergio, unzipping the dress and holding it out for him to step into "I was worried it might be a bit too much, but Heather reassured me. It's gorgeous right?" "It's pretty bright," whined Johnny, stepping into it. "I was hoping to kind of blend a bit more into the crowd, Sergio." "Oh relax," said Sergio with a giggle as he felt the zip squeezing up the back. "There'll be plenty of gorgeous young ladies there from what I understand, and you'll just be one of them. You'll have a more mature look than the teenagers, but certainly you wouldn't want to be mistaken for an old lady either, right?" "I don't want to be mistaken for any lady," cried Johnny as he lifted his right foot into a shoe. "Exactly," replied Sergio as he grabbed her shoulder ,almost tipping over as he buckled a strap around his ankle. "Now just be like any other mid-twenties sexy girl, and you'll be fine Doreen. Because there's no girl that looks as stunning as you do that'll be sitting around pouting. Trust me, that would make it worse" "I guess," said Johnny as he felt like he was going to tip over as Sergio lifted and placed his other foot in his shoe. He could feel his ankles shaking as he stood wobbling as he got up from her knee and he stiffened his muscles, realizing he'd need to balance on his own. "Come I'll show you and we'll practice in your heels," said Sergio, opening the door and then taking his hand guiding him. "After you prance around a few times then you'll relax a bit." It was nothing like the little heels he was in before, as he took a few steps gingerly as he guided him back and forth. With each turn he helped him with his posture and balance, he started adjusting to his new wiggle as without warning he pulled open the door and before he could complain, was in the hallway as it closed behind him. After about ten strides with him holding his shoulder he stopped dead in his tracks seeing his reflection as he turned a corner and released his hand. He then took a few more steps, almost falling on his face getting closer and closer as his jaw dropped, not believing what he saw. He could feel his eyes getting glassy as he lifted his nail tip, sliding his long hair from partially covering his left eye, as he knew Heather had taken no short cuts to disguise him. Even realizing this his makeover seemed so much more extreme than what he had expected, it was still a lot to accept, seeing quite the striking looking woman stare back at him. He was now a shiny golden blonde woman in a low cut red dress, looking every bit the party girl type and no longer the innocent college girl he previously portrayed. Even just standing still was an effort, as he looked down wiggling his silver painted toenails which sparkled from under the red interlocking straps of his glittery cage style spikey stilettos. It was crazy seeing how his hose-less oiled legs shimmered in the light, giving him a leggy appearance and he immediately understood what Sergio meant about tucking him as he looked at his slightly fluffy skirt, realizing even his full boner won't be detected underneath the dresses short flowing layers. Between his enhanced chest and the dress's form fitting strapless bodice, he now appeared to have a curvy hourglass shape. His undergarments and the under wire in the dress's strapless cups pushed and pulled so faultlessly just where they needed to, and the tiny scoop back lightweight cocktail dress almost felt like he was wearing nothing at all above the hidden bustier. If that wasn't bad enough, he could barely comprehend that his natural hair had been lightened to match his seamless extensions, as gorgeous golden tresses now framed his face. He was now the wavy haired blonde vixen he often fantasized about, as his soft silky hair flowed across his now manicured brow from a deep side part. As it flowed partially covering his right eye, the first baked in wave twisted downward towards his earlobe before the second larger ruffle encircled his entire head in a modern vintage style just at about the jawline. Below the jaw, his long blonde wefts were sheared to curve in on both sides, drastically angling towards his open cleavage and slightly lifted, displaying some body before the ends rolled under enhancing his glamorous elegance. His makeup did nothing but add to his flare as all he could think about was how his glossed scarlet lips looked double their natural size from the plumper and over-lining as they gleamed in the reflection. It was incredible that his dark thick lashes curled up almost to his arch now, and stood out fronting the ivory shadow beneath the new curve in his manicured brow. At the ends they had left a thicker tip near his nose's upper base, yet about one inch inward they had been dramatically tweezed, forming a thin sweeping arc. His eyeliner was thick and dark, framing the top and bottom except the lid for the almost metallic line across his upper lid adding an element of intrigue. That highlight though only added to his alarm as he closed one eye, noticing how the metallic cosmetic element only helped pick up the glisten from the small diamond stud that now graced his right nostril as he flexed his nose trying to feel it. As he took it all in, Sergio now stepped in next to him, opening a large velvet box and closing the clasp of a shiny silver dangling heart's bracelet over his right wrist. When he finished, he added two double tiered matching silver chandelier earrings with a series of rhinestone chip teardrops, a delicate silver watch, and inserted a small rhinestone glittered comb on the short parted side, pulling the small section of hair off his ear. When he went behind him sliding on a necklace, he could see Kristen in the reflection in her large extravagant dress as he watched them pinning a tiara to her head. She definitely didn't look sixteen he thought, as he was being spritzed with perfume and then she approached as Sergio handed him his red sparkly clutch purse while he looked down, seeing the glisten of the necklace as it sat in his cleavage. "Break a leg tonight, Doreen." Sergio gave him a final hug. "You look just divine, honey." "You kidding?" sighed Johnny nervously turning. "I just might break them both in these shoes."