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Pucker Up By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 4 "Ok please, enough." Paul shook his head as he nudged away his sister as she was enjoying teasing him. After a few turns and some long corridors, they were finally out of the conference area and walked into the grand dining room. A few hundred contestants with their families were seated at large tables of twelve as they took their place cards from the hostess and sat down. They were seated with people they didn't know at all from other parts of the country, and he was used to being the only boy at a table of all women from past pageants at these dinners, except this time he was one of the girls. "I'm so proud of you," whispered his mother as he was seated between his mother and sister like they were his bodyguards. "I've been dying inside about this. I hope you know that, honey." "I know, mom," said Paul, knowing how she was agonizing over all this as she softly rubbed his back and played with his hair. "I'm fine." "I know you are," said Kristen, lovingly touching his neck under his curls. "You never cease to amaze me, and who knew you were this beautiful inside and out." "Well, now that I do know this, it'll be nice to have a sister to taking shopping and get my nails done with," Winked Bridget. "Unless of course you're already too stuck up because you're used to having a team pamper you?" "Shut up!" said Paul, giving her a soft punch. "And not happening!" "Why not, because you think you're prettier than me or so important with Lillian as your agent?" giggled Bridget. "I should be the jealous one that you look more like mommy than I do." "Girls!" Please, people are coming over now," yelled their mother, rolling her eyes and then engaging in conversations as people began coming by. He got compliments from the other mothers that saw him on stage and then got stuck in a conversation about nail polish and then boy bands. The two almost college age girls at the table were being looked at in awe like they were celebrities, as his sister and some other teens picked their brain about other pageants and being crowned winners. He was lost during debates about hair spray brands and flat irons as he sat there smiling and nodding like he understood. He half zoned out when the speakers interrupted dessert, promoting their causes and lecturing on etiquette as he wanted to puke just tasting the gross fat free yogurt they were served. The only thing of interest was the stunning former pageant queen turned model giving the girls a pep talk, as finally the dinner ended without issue. "Come on let's stop for our pajamas and I'll help you ready," said Bridget, looping his arm again as they walked. "I still can't even believe I'm doing a few of these activities with my little sister." "Do I have to?" whined Paul, dying to get back to the room. "Yup, last required activity of the day, but it's just no stress fun," replied Bridget as they got in the elevator with their mother. "And they usually at least have a few snacks there that don't taste like cardboard." "It's only an hour event, and then you can veg in the room," said his mother, giving him a little shoulder nudge. "You'll definitely need some rest, because tomorrow's the longest day plus your grandparents will be showing up." They stopped by the huge public relations table in the main lobby stopping by and checking in. The line wasn't really that long as most of the girls already picked up their gift bag and then he took his turn getting his. "Hi, Paula Anne Carbonelli." Paul meekly took his bag. "Thank you." "It's so weird hearing my old last name called, but it does sound pretty," said his mother as they all walked off together. "It must," said Bridget as they walked down the hall. "So about that mom? If anyone asks, how do I answer about my sister having a different last name?" "Well it's just a stage name?" said Kristen, rubbing her chin thinking. "Just say you're half-sisters. I guess." "Ok, it's kind of half true," giggled Bridget. "But I don't think dad's going to like that when he gets here Sunday." "Oh I'd say your father's not going to like any of this, but he'll be proud of how your brother stepped in," said Kristen. "See, he's kind of a step in sister or step sister for short." "That's so lame," said Paul, rolling his eyes as they finally arrived at the room. "I know, but you got the same bad humor from me and unfortunately for you, the same pretty Carbonelli face like me and your sister," His mother told him as she put the key in the door and they went in. It was nice to just kick back on the bed for a moment, as finally he was no longer on display. He lay back staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before leaning down and tossing off his heels. In the mean time, his mother plugged in the iron, pressing their brand new pajamas as his sister rummaged through the large gift bags, thrilled with all the freebies. Perfume, cosmetics, costumes jewelry and a series of gift certifications and coupons were all precious handouts, as a series of girlie fragrances quickly filled the air. Twenty minutes of peace was all Paul got until his mother came his way to help him change. "Stand up honey," ordered Kristen, placing his silk pajamas on the bed. "Already?" moaned Paul, standing up. "Yup," said Kristen, unzipping his dress and helping him out of it. "It'll be fun. It's almost like a girl's night out, except you really don't go anywhere." "Fantastic?" Paul complained, pulling off his hose. "And can I take this damn wedgie from my butt now!" "Oh stop! And you know you can't! It might show in your pants!" said Bridget, already dressed with her hair up in a high pony. "Now trust me, It's so much fun. There's music and snacks and plenty of cute girls your age." "Yeah, except I'm not there to meet them! Am I?" Sad Paul, stepping into his pants. "I'm one of them?" "I didn't know you started becoming interested in girls, honey?" said Kristen, surprised as she began buttoning up his top. "I'm not!" yelped Paul. "But you know what I mean, mom?" "I'm sorry I know. Sit on the bed, sweetie," His mother opened a package of little ankle socks. "There's no rush. Plenty of time for girls when you get older." "But now you'll have a jump on knowing how a lot of them think," said Bridget, pulling out his head band and holding up some ribbons. "Can I mom? Please?" "Two of them?" said Kristen, handing her a brush. "They do it by age! Look at the pageant guide and you'll see," said Bridget, digging her fingers through his hair, separating it. "Little girls got big bows and my age got one long ribbon. Paula's age get two." "I love that! How cute are those 8 year olds? You would have been so adorable if this was a few years earlier, honey." His mother flipped through the pageant instructions guide. "You might need to fix some of it though Bridget. It's got too much body after they picked it out for dinner." "I know right, and did you think I wasn't planning on fixing it for her?" squealed Bridget, flipping her hair as she parted it her brother's hair. "Mom, plug in the ? inch and the little chi flat iron please while I get this straight. This is going to need a little taming." "Easy, please," Paul told her as she dug in her comb to the right and left, creating the sections as straight as she could. "It's the end of the night and pjs. Do we really need so much fuss? Please, let's just get this over with?" "It is, but girls do not go out looking like a wreck Paula. You're already learning that curls easily become unrul,y so I have to fix them," said Bridget, enjoying the chance to do his hair as she took a band from her mother. "Besides looking cute is what we do at these pageants, little sis!" "How much of a wreck could I be?" Paul asked, hating his sister working on him as she was tugging awfully tight near his ear. "I've had a team work on me all day, and can't you not call me your little sister in the room. Please, we're in private." "Yeah, but this is different and we have to stay focused, so we don't mess up." Bridget spritzed his hair and brushed through a small section. "Now don't be mad at me, but I've been secretly dying to do something like this on you since it's gotten this long, but who knew I actually would be." "Just hurry up," said Paul, already used to his head being bounced around from people doing his hair now, feeling the tension as the flat iron glided in and out over and over. "Easy, we've got twenty minutes until we have to go, and I'm just going to re-curl them once I'm done taking out the kinkiness. I think it'll be so much cuter if i tighten up everything once I'm done straightening the ends," said Bridget, stretching and spraying a section. "So you're straightening curls to re-curl them?" asked Paul, getting frustrated as he hated his sister enjoying this so much. "This is why girls make no sense." "Trust me, all the other girls your age are either braiding or doing the same thing right now," said his mother as Bridget jumped to the other side now, gliding through it over and over. "Just let your sister get it right. You won't want to be embarrassed with bad hair would you?" "Like either of you would allow that to be possible," Paul groaned as in went the curling iron. "And of course, none of this has been embarrassing, right?" "Of course not," said Bridget, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "I love having a little sister even for this short time, and trust me I'll never forget any of this. Now shush my little cutie pie and let me finish." He could barely glance over to see her enjoying his misery, as he just sat quietly feeling the heat baked in the curl near his ear. When the first one sprang free, she was gushing like he'd given her a million dollars, as she savored the moment as the big sister. Six or seven times on each side and then the brushing was fast and furious. How much more gel or hairspray could possibly be added to his head he wondered as she coated his scalp and sprayed his curls. "Shake it slowly side to side for a sec, sis," ordered Bridget, admiring her work. "I think that should do it." "You can't be serious with this?" gulped Paul, not expecting this to be the final style, realizing he now had curly pigtails springing at each side of his head. "This what my whole group is doing?". "Oh my gawwdd mom! It's adorable on her. Remember when you did my hair like that for cheer a few years ago," squealed Bridget, loving her work. "Cheer?" Paul clenched his teeth getting angry as his springy curls continually bounded off his cheeks and recoiled a few times at each side, until he finally stopped moving. "That's not funny." "I don't think she meant it like that honey. She meant it just came out so pretty and it's a fond memory honey. Good job Bridget. Now go put in yours and I'll do hers," said his mother, with some emotion softly as she handed Paul a few items. "Chin down. Here hold the other one and this came with it as well to match." "Ok, you got it mom," said Bridget, running into the bathroom as Paul looked down staring at a lipstick tube and a long red ribbon. "But mom?" Paul sat with his chin down, staring at wavy curls hanging down on each side. "But nothing honey," said his mother, stretching a long ribbon. "This is what girls do for these slumber parties. While obviously no one will be sleeping there, its just what girls do to chill and feel cute after so much of the pageant pressure. The idea is to be relaxed, not stressed, sweetie. Now please just let mommy finish." For just a moment, he was her little girl as she looped a ribbon over the scrunchie on the left side of his head and then slid the ends inside each other, knotting a large bow. She pulled and pushed at the ends until she got it just how she wanted and then took the other ribbon from him, tying in the other side. A few firm tugs pulling his hair so the bands were super tight, then everything happened so quickly as she lifted his chin and shook her hairspray can. One last aerosol dowsing on each side as she covered his eyes from the fumes, and then when his vision was no longer impaired, he looked up, realizing she was gazing down on him lovingly, almost reminiscing like he was her little girl. She was glassy eyed when she took the tube and then screwed it open as he watched the lipstick rise right in front of his eyes. This entire day was so bizarre, but it in a way just seemed so surreal as his mother lifted his chin, softly rubbing it against his lips. "Ready sis!" said Bridget, as Paul turned and looked straight at her. "Oh mom?" "You tell me?" said Paul, rolling his eyes. "Adorable!" said Kristen, wiping a tear and taking out her phone. "Quick pic and I'm going to need a Zanex." "Definitely. Smile sis!" Bridget jumped next to him and smiled. Bridget happily jumped next to Paul as their mother snapped a pic of the two of them. When she finished, she flipped the screen coming over joining them for a selfie with her girls before they headed out. Some goodnight hugs were exchanged and then Kristen changed for bed before heading into the bathroom to pop some pills to relax her nerves. She splashed some water on her face and brushed her teeth a bit distraught, yet amazed as she glanced down at their image. She needed something to help her sleep from time to time due to the stress of hockey or the pageant's pressure, but never did she need it to help numb the fact she had just helped to feminize her son. At least walking through the halls with his sister in comfortable pjs and socks instead of a big dress and heels helped for a moment, but it was still hard to shake the fact they had really enjoyed making him pretty. When they got to the Pajama Party, he couldn't believe how many girls were dressed similarly in coordinated outfits, as each age groups had a few little twists. Every girl there had fuchsia silk straight leg pajama pants, yet everyone's top differed slightly. Across the front of his red silk pajama top, the words "Junior Teen Pageant 2017" were written in a fancy script across a few lines and it had a high rounded collar. His sister's top on the other hand of course read "Teen Miss 2017" and was collarless with an open neck line, yet the tops changed again slightly as they got to the older girls where they were practically a belly shirt. In one way the tops were quite fancy and personalized with each girls name scripted inside a glittery crown logo that distinguished the contest, yet they were almost like a uniform for each age group. "Seeing "Paula" inside the crown almost didn't bother him anymore, yet now anyone that passed him could clearly read his name. He noticed what was exactly the same on every girl was that they each rocked the same matte ruby lip color, and every girl was still fully made up. This was nothing close to bed time for any girl, all of whom had a fuchsia ankle with red polka dots on one foot, and a red sock with fuchsia polka dots on the other. His Junior Teen group differed from his sisters, as they all sported high swinging pigtails with the same thick red silk bows. Some were full and curled like his, and others flat ironed or even braided. In contrast, his sister's age all had single high ponies and the older girls were all in big buns. The age groups right below him were in side ponies and even the younger groups had a style all their own, doing double buns lifted and flattened like mouse ears. They were girls grouped together to pull for each other and to create wonderful friendships. Yet he already witnessed his sister?s group at the beginning of a competition participating in plenty of cattiness and even some vicious behavior. No matter what, he wasn?t there to make friends as instead he was just trying to get through his last part of the day as he assimilated into the background as the party began. He felt depressed that just days earlier he was getting so much praise as a star, and now he was trying to avoid attention as he walked over taking some punch. His own image in the punch bowl of this girl with pigtailed curls bouncing behind big ribbons with every sip were almost too much to take as he pulled back his red lips putting down the cup and turned, just dying for the night to end. "Paula," yelled Brandi, happy to see him running over and hugging him. "I was looking for you!" "Hi Brandi." Paul returned the hug. "Oh my gawwwdd Paula," said Brandi, excitedly modeling her pjs and whipping her fishtail braided pigtails around. "You look so cute in jammies, and don?t you just love rocking the pigs!" "Ah yeah?" Paul replied, ready to puke and rolling his eyes to the sky. "I love pig rocking and being in jammies. Wait, I mean." "So hey, meet some of the girls," Interrupted Brandi, barely listening anyway. "This is Ava and Michelle. We?re all besties!" "Hi," said Paul, suddenly finding himself in weird hugs he wasn?t used to, as he soon found himself sitting with new friends as the music began. "Come on," yelled Brandi, pulling him into their group. "I loooovveee this song." He wasn?t much of a dancer but suddenly there he was dancing with a group of strange girls to pop songs. They were giggling and being silly for a few songs as the lights dimmed and the disco ball swirled. They were twisting and giggling uncontrollably as he was suddenly one of the besties as bubbles rained down on them. The goofy soft pillow fights and duck face selfies that soon followed were pretty different than boys snapping towels at each other behinds as he played along as best he could. Being twirled around and around and even acting silly wasn?t so bad he thought, and neither was being sandwiched inside so many beautiful young women. When all the younger groups mingled in, the girls fussed over them and suddenly he was the big girl for a change. He loved kids, so he didn?t mind dancing even with the younger ones, and his flexibility from skating allowed him to easily sit Indian style as they watched a few videos and shared some more refreshments. When he saw his sister look his way and mouth "ten minutes" he felt wonderful knowing it was almost over and then found himself stuck deep in a drama queen conversation as soon as he turned back towards the group. "Oh Paula," said Ava, looking at his fingers. "Those tips look so good with that base and such a pretty pink color. But that can be so much maintenance girl! That?s a gel base right?" "Well?" mumbled Paula, having no idea. "Yeah I think so." "And I like the caramel, girlfriend," said Michelle touching the ends of his hair. "You must be like a salon rat. I hate you already." "You do?" Paul was surprised as he thought he had just bonded with these girls. "Yes! So jealous!" said Ava, holding her chest. "You must have won so many contests already?" "No she?s new," said Brandi, giving him a look. "She said it?s her first one." "Oh stop it?" said Michelle, flipping her wrist. "No it?s my first one," said Paul, trying to be honest. "Really?" "Can you believe this shit?" Ava rolled her eyes to the sky. "Please Paula." "No really, I?m new at this," Paul tried to seem cool. "But of course I?ve always dreamed of being here!" "Seriously?" said Michelle, not believing him as she looked at him crooked. "Yes seriously," Paul answered, trying to be believable. "Whatever?" said Michelle, rolling her eyes before staring at her nails. "So what?s your act tomorrow then, newbie?" "Act?" Paul looked at Brandi. "She means what are you doing in the talent portion?" said Brandi, slapping Michelle?s wrist. "You do realize she?s from Ohio, right? Not Cali or the big apple of course?" "Obviously," giggled Michelle as they all cracked up. "Meaning I?m doing my lyrical performance and Ava?s doing her amazing floor routine!" "Oh I?m not sure," Paul replied. "You?re not sure? Really?" said Ava, annoyed. "You know we all practice this shit for months, but little Miss Paula doesn?t know?" "I told you she?s a newbie, girls," said Brandi, slightly defending him. "Just tell them! It doesn?t change anything everyone else is doing anyway, and we all want to win Paula. I?m doing my cheer routine, and I have for years. Just tell them." "I don?t know," said Paul, getting pissed. "Really I don?t." "So Ohio girls are known for what then?" Maybe Cow tipping?" said Michelle, rolling her eyes. "I?m sure a pretty little primadonna like you yanking off a few utters in a sparkly costume should be of great interest to the judges? I know that I for one would be dying to see that." "Or at least great practice for yanking a few other things when she starts at Hooter?s at like thirteen," teased Ava. "Guys, come on," said Brandi. "She?s not like that. I?m sure it?s just that she?s coached by Lillian." "Well that tells me all I need to know then," said Michelle with a huff, turning her back. "And you wanted us to be friends with her. Eeeewwww." "I don?t understand," sighed Paul. "It?s not like that?" "Of course you do," said Ava, fake scratching at him snarling. "Let?s go Brandi, and it?s on bitch." "Sorry," Brandi told him as they pulled her away. "Talk tomorrow." It didn?t take Paul long to be reminded that this contest was serious and that for pageant girls there was a fine line between friendship and scratching each other?s eyes out. In reality it was no matter to him anyway, as all he cared about was getting through the weekend as his sister witnessed the end of the dramatics and came over to provide some comfort. "Just because girls can be all cute in pigtails doesn?t mean they are, sis," said Bridget. "You ok?" "Yeah. I guess," said Paul, shaking his head, purposely whisking his own curls against his cheeks. "I?m kinda waking up to some of this crazy girl stuff." "I would think you?re ready to bolt, right?" asked his sister with a grin. "Ya think?" replied Paul, never happier in his life to see her. "See, now you know it?s not that easy being pretty," teased Bridget, putting her arm around him as they left. "Come on, I?m sure you?re dying to change out of these clothes. I know I am." "That's maybe the best thing you?ve said to me all day."Paul said as they left the room and turned down the corridor. "Come on, we?ll change in here!" Bridget pulled him into a family rest room and locked the door. "Wait," said Paul, totally confused. "Aren?t we changing for bed in the room?" "Not exactly, and mom?s asleep," said Bridget, climbing up on the toilet and pushing up a panel in the drop ceiling. "We?re changing, but trust me she?s stressed out, drugged up and I don?t want to wake her." "Yeah, that part I know but what the hell is this?" asked Paul as she dropped a duffel bag to the floor and unzipped it. "Our clothes, sister," said Bridget, shaking her head and grinning at him. "You don?t think I come back to the room from pageants at 9:30pm on a Friday night do you?" "Well I really don?t know? You always come in way after I?m asleep now that you mention it?" said Paul as he saw her pulling out some jeans from the bag. "Smart girl," said Bridget, handing it to him. "Now change. This should fit and if not I made sure to bring a few outfits just in case." "No way!" gulped Paul, knowing immediately they were girl?s jeans. "Please, you can?t make me go out, just let me go back to the room. I won?t tell mom." "I know you won?t," said Bridget, squeezing his face and then yanking off his top. "But you?re coming with me. Now change, sis." "I don?t understand," said Paul as quickly she dropped a black top over his head. "It?s nothing to be worried about, and we?re just sneaking out for a bit," said Bridget, unzipping the jeans. "Now pants off or do I need to help with that, too." "I?m twelve. I?ve never snuck out in my life," said Paul, dropping off his pajama pants and stepping into his jeans. "Exactly! I?ve been sneaking out since I was ten," said Bridget, turning him and yanking the thong, making sure everything was pulled back tight before spinning him, zipping up the jeans to the fly. "Easy," said Paul as she tugged the jeans up snuggly and fastened the button fly. "And you think mom doesn?t know?" "Well she knows a little bit," said Bridget, turning away and pulling off her pj top. "Turn your back for a sec, ok?" "I?m not comfortable with this, Bridget," said Paul, peeking nervously as suddenly she was in her bra and panties. "It?s fine. You?ve seen me in a swim suit a million times and that?s way skimpier." Bridget dropped a dress over her head and turned her back on him. "We?re sisters now, so zip me up, please." "This is too weird," said Paul as she held her pony up away from the back as he zipped her. "It?ll be fun, and you?re too damn uptight for twelve," said Bridget as she undid her pony and flipped her hair back. "Fun?" gulped Paul as she pulled out his pigtails and his curls flopped into his eyes. "Where could we be going that?s fun?" "Oh just for some coffee and a movie," said Bridget, taking some shoes from the duffel bag and slipping the first one on him. "Oh those are so so cute on you." "Coffee at night? And in tight jeans and ankle boots?" moaned Paul as the second one went on and she zipped them up. "Couldn?t you just go with your friends?" "Maybe if I trusted any of these girls not to rat or move in on my territory," said Bridget, looking down and texting. "But I don?t, so it?s nice having a little sister to take with me, because he was stuck with his brother too." "Did you say he?" Paul asked as his eyes bugged out as his sister stepped into her spikey knee boots. "Yeah, and relax you?re just here to keep his brother occupied," said Bridget, wiping off the red lipstick and unscrewing a peach tube before coating his lips. "Plus you?re way overdo to get out, and too pretty to sit home." "Enough with the jokes, Bridget," said Paul, not believing she was making him do this as she picked through his hair with her fingers like she was a dog digging for a bone. "I don?t even like you joking that you?d even think about setting me up to hang out with boys looking like this." "Oh why not? It?s nothing, and all you do is hang out with boys every day of your life," said Bridget as she pulled all his hair up into a top pony and wound in a scrunchie from behind. "Plus, of course I?m making sure you look appropriate to hang out like any other girl your age. You wanted the pigtails out, and now they?re gone. So don?t you feel better now?" "Better?" Paul whined as his sister began tugging and tightening it atop his head. "I'll feel better when this weekend is over. You know that?s not what I meant, so just take me back to the room, and no chance am I going anywhere to hang out if any guys are there." "Ah yeah... You are," insisted Bridget, yanking his hair up with her pick and not letting go. "We?re sisters right now, and we both know you?d never leave me hanging." "Easy! Stop, that really hurts!" yelped Paul as she teased forcefully to the left and then to the right before letting go as he twisted his neck, looking ready to kill her. "Sorry. Sisters have each other?s back, right?" Bridget looked at him with puppy dog eyes, shaking her pump spray. "I said, right?" "Right," gulped Paul as she spun him away, brushing down the entire back of his hair a few times and then spraying. "Please go easy!" "I am. Eyes closed and don?t worry, this looks so cute on you," said Bridget, coming back in as he closed his eyes as she lifted his hair again and saturated his entire head. "And that?s what I afraid of," Paul looked down at his outfit as she took out a black liquid liner and thickened around his eyes. "Love you, and just having a sister to be out with will be fun. Also, I?m not setting you up and you know I wouldn?t do that to you, so that wouldn?t be funny," said Bridget, as she coated his lashes a few times. "Thanks, because damn right it wouldn?t," replied Paul, wanting to kill her. "Exactly, but mine is a date and yours is keeping the little brat he?s stuck with from ruining my date," said Bridget as she touched both of his ears. "Got it sis! That?s your job here!" "I hate you," Paul said as she tossed the bag back inside the ceiling and then closed the ceiling tile. "But I still love you," teased Bridget, opening her purse then dosing his neck with some perfume. "Let?s go." He couldn?t believe this day got even weirder as his nostrils burned, realizing he was now wearing his sisters perfume. Before he could even complain again, she cracked open the door and peeked out, wasting no time yanking him from the room as like it or not they were on their way down the hall. She was like a cat burglar as he couldn?t believe how she had planned their secretive escape, as within one turn they were in a private servant?s corridor with not a person in sight. Through the empty chiefs kitchen then down a back stairwell and then quickly out a rear fire door, they were out into the night. Looking over his shoulder he was ready to shit his pants as he hoped she had some plan to get back in, as there were no handles on the door they had just come out of. Bad enough he was paraded all day in front of an audience, but now he was out for the world to see as they crossed the street and he could see the shopping plaza a block away. "There they are," said Bridget, seeing two guys sitting in the Starbucks window as she paused and opened her pocketbook. "Chew this, and just be chill." With his jaw dropped wide open at seeing two fairly burly young guys awaiting them, his sister easily shoved a mint flavored piece of gum in his mouth, feeling his knees knocking as he began chewing. In the window he could see the reflection of a girl looking pale ready to crawl under a rock next to his sister looking on the prowl, in a tight black, white and red color blocked mini dress in high black boots with 4 inch heels with her hair pin straight to one side. At least she was dressed to draw all the attention, but in truth he certainly looked a lot older than any pre-teen now, in tight acid washed jeans and black spikey ankle boots. His shirt was a form fitting, long sleeved stretchy top with the round ends of his shoulders sticking out of trendy shoulder cut outs, and it barely covered his mid-drift. Gone in a flash were the pigtails and curls she worked so diligently on, only to be replaced with a stylish top pony, as all his hair was now pulled back tightly and heavily sprayed for a slicked back sleek look. With the pony bound tightly atop the crown, it protruded up a few inches before exploding, fanning out behind his head in a sexy super waterfall wavy style behind his neck spanning from shoulder to shoulder. He didn?t even realize she had attached oversized thin gold hoops beneath his little studs that almost reached his shoulders, and barely recognized she had slapped a big gold bangle on his wrist. His red lips had been replaced again with a natural peachy sparkling gloss, and the rest of his face still appeared quite natural behind thick, flirty lashes. He was used to his sister?s perfume?s scent faintly around the house, but never did it seem so pungent as it emanated from his neckline. How the hell did he getting himself into this he wondered as he looked down at his heels clicking on the cement and then suddenly he looked up, comprehending as she pushed open a glass door. No way could he even feel himself even walking as his sister dragged him inside during a momentary mental lapse, but the next thing he knew he was clutching his black shoulder bag tightly like it was his hockey stick as he glanced up, seeing people everywhere. As they made their way over to a table of two awaiting boys, he would have done anything to be back in pjs and pigtails, having nasty girls bitch at him as he was freaking out inside. "Heeyy guys!" said Bridget, squealing with enthusiasm. "Hiiiiii." "Wow Bridget," said the older guy, standing up and practically salivating and quickly pecking a kiss on her. "You look unbelievable!" "Oh that?s so sweet JC, and I love that fitted T on you," said Bridget with a huge smile on her face, softly rubbing her hand over his strong bicep. "This is my gorgeous little sister Paula I was telling you about. Paula, this is JC and that?s Petie. Isn?t she just the cutest thing?" The cat certainly had his tongue for a moment, as he could barely acknowledge being introduced by his sister as her sister to boys, feeling faint as JC hugged him and then Petie shook his hand. He had seen his sister playing the role of flirt before, but just from afar but now he had a front row seat. What actually allowed him to breathe for a moment was feeling Petie?s clammy palm in his as he looked up, realizing that Petie looked even more nervous than he did. "Hi," said Paul, softly staring down and noticing Petie?s hand trembling and not letting go. "Nice to meet you too, but I?m going to need that hand back." "Sorry," gulped Petie with a grin, quickly wiping his sweaty palm on his jeans as Paul?s little comment broke the tension. "So what can I get you ladies," said JC, taking out his wallet. "Hhhmmm?" said Bridget, making faces at him. "Those fruity Orange Mango smoothies look really good. Wait, how about the Mango Frappuccino?s! How about two of those please with a lot of whip cream and a big straw?" "Sure, that?s good for you too, Paula," said Petie, knowing her sister answered. "Definitely, she loves her fruity drinks," said Bridget, giving him a look. "Yeah, she knows me so well," Paul answered, rolling his eyes at her, chewing his gum. "Cool, it must be wonderful to be such close sisters," said Petie to his brother. "I?ll have one too, and just make mine a mocha." "It is," said Bridget, putting her arm around Paul and squeezing him and kissing his cheek. "You have no idea how glad I am to have a sister like her. Muhhh." "No kidding," said Paul sarcastically. "Now you two talk and get to know each other while I go help JC," said Bridget, wiping the hint of her lip gloss off Paul?s check. "Back in a jiffy." Just her little comment made both of their eyes bulge a little as neither knew how to address each other, as both were clueless in making this type of conversation. It was completely uncomfortable as Paul stared at his nails while Petie flipped sugar packets until finally one fell to the floor. "I got it," said Paul, leaning over. "No sorry, my fault," Petie started to say as they clunked heads accidentally, both bending over at the same time. A little bang on their foreheads broke the ice as they both sat back up, rubbing their temples and then shared a laugh. "You ok?" said Paul with a grin on his face, rubbing his head. "Yeah I?m good!" Petie said. "Just didn?t realize I needed a helmet out tonight." "Me either, but I don?t think I?m getting one on over this hairdo," Laughed ,Paul, shaking his hair back off his shoulders and feeling it undamaged, still standing tall seemingly unfazed. "You play sports I guess?" "Of course I love sports," replied Petie, rubbing his head. "I?m really into sports big time. I really love... sorry I almost got started on that but my brother warned me to talk about stuff girls they like and not be a stupid jock. Let?s talk about things you like. Music, movies, bands... What are you into?" "Well I like sports," Paul told him. "Really, a girl like you?" said Petie as his eyes lit up. "Well kinda.... I mean you know I?m most into makeup and clothes of course, but some girls like sports too," said Paul, catching himself as he took the compact from his purse and searched for a lump. "You played football I assume." "I used to, but my parents were worried I?d get hurt," said Petie. "Who knew I?d never get hurt in football, but instead some pretty girl would clean my clock." "So looks like you guys are having some fun here! Did I miss anything good?" said Bridget, interrupting their laughter as she came back with the smoothies before whispering. "A few laughs won?t ruin your lips. Your makeup looks fine." "Ok then sis," giggled Paul as they both looked at each other cracking up again as Bridget was miffed, missing the joke as JC came back with the Frappuccinos. "I?m so glad you two seem to be hitting it off," said Bridget, looking at Paul with an evil grin on her face. "Why wouldn?t we be?" said Petie. "Your sister?s not just pretty like you said, but really cool too." Laughter turned to angst quickly as Paul quickly lifted the straw to his lips, slurping on his drink as he realized that Petie was growing comfortable with him. Even worse, he could barely believe his ears that a boy just called him pretty as he was ready to strangle his sister for even telling a boy that. For the next ten minutes, his sister thankfully reverted to her motor mouth self, dominating the conversation as she did what she always did best, which was making everything about herself, especially when she was around boys. "So ready for the movie, ladies?" said JC taking the empty drinks from the table. "Definitely, you still into going to the scary one, right?" said Bridget, batting her lashes at him. "Sure, anything you want," replied JC, putting his arm around her. "I?ll be fun," said Bridget, leaning up and initiating a soft kiss. "But a little warning. I kinda scare easily." "Don?t worry. I?ll protect you," said JC, loving being the big strong guy as they turned walking from Starbucks. It was all Paul could do not to vomit, rolling his eyes, just seeing his sister play the little flirt as he and Petie followed behind them. It was only a block to the movies and quickly they were inside as JC spared no expense, buying popcorn and sodas. "We?re gonna use the ladies room fellas, and we?ll meet you in the seats," said Bridget, yanking Paul over to her and motioning to JC. "I kinda prefer a nice quite spot in the back if that?s ok with you guys?" "Me too," grinned JC. With her arm looped through Paul?s, she escorted him into the ladies room and then checked under the stalls, making sure they were alone. "Ok go pee and remember to sit," said Bridget. "But I don?t have to, and please don?t make us sit in the back," said Paul. "I don?t care what you do and I won?t tell mom, but please, what if he tries something." "Petie?" giggled Bridget. "He?s a guber? He?s trying nothing and you better pee while I?m here to help you. Trust me, once you have some soda that Starbucks will be pushing hard on your bladder. Now sit and just do it." "Ok, I guess it couldn?t hurt," said Paul as he went in a stall and sat down. "For what it?s worth," said Bridget from her stall next to his. "I just can?t stop telling you how nice it is having a sister for a change, and I can?t thank you enough for doing this for me this weekend." "Ok, now talking while we pee together is too weird just like everything else this weekend," said Paul, hearing his tinkling against the water. "But you?re welcome." "You know maybe on second thought? He does really like you though!" teased Bridget over her tinkle. "Not funny," answered Paul, getting panicky. "What would you do if he tries to kiss you?" teased Bridget. "You?ve never kissed anyone, right?" "Bridget!"! yelled Paul getting angry. "I?ll bloody kill you." "Oh stop it," said Bridget, laughing hysterically before flushing her toilet. "I?m just yanking your chain, and he won?t. He?s never had a girlfriend and is clueless about girls. I told you he?s a guber, and I think you already saw that for yourself." "You sure," asked Paul, opening his stall. "Yes and you sure you pulled it back good, right?" said Bridget, checking the front of his jeans. "Trust me it?s uncomfortable and smooth," replied Paul, sliding his hand there. "Looks fine," said Bridget, opening her purse and repairing her lips in the mirror. "Just sit there, have some popcorn and keep your distance so he doesn?t get the wrong impression." "You don?t have to worry about that," said Paul as his sister pulled the ends of his pony, making sure it was taut and fanned it out a little with her fingers. "Good, because I?ll be too busy," Bridget laughed, opening his purse and unscrewing his tube, handing it to him. "Go ahead and try it yourself. I?d say you can handle it." "Fine," said Paul, re-greasing his lips and then she handed him the gloss. "See, its easy," said Bridget, inspecting and handing him some gum. "Just stick it under the seat when you?re done with it like you did in Starbucks." "I didn?t," said Paul, thinking about it as they left the ladies room. "Then what happened to it?" asked Bridget, as they walked towards the theater. "Good question?" said Paul, a little puzzled himself. "It must have got knocked out when we clunked heads." "Eeeww! Check your shoes," yelped Bridget, lifting her boot. "If it?s stuck to these good shoes or my ankle boots I leant you, I?ll kill you!" "No, not on mine," Paul quickly looked. "Oh thank goodness! I love these shoes," said Bridget, relieved as she double checked her sexy shoes. "Probably the next customer at our table will be stepping in it. Grrrrooss!" JC was waving them on as they made their way towards the back corner of the theater. With him all the way in the left corner, Bridget and then Paul squeezed past Petie before sitting down. During the previews and first ten minutes, all was calm and quiet as Paul just sipped his soda and chewed his gum. Petie offered him some popcorn and he politely declined as he soon found himself being handed his sisters bucket. When he tried giving it back, he quickly realized her intentions were about sharing as he found himself holding his sisters bucket for a reason, glancing over seeing his sister in a full make out. All he could think about was making sure Petie would get no ideas, as he leaned towards his sisters seat as far away as possible, watching the show. "Thanks sis," winked Bridget, finally coming up for air as she took back her bucket and sipped her soda. "You're welcome," said Paul, giving her a look. "Love you! You want more?" whispered Bridget. "No, I had some and Petie?s asked me to share," said Paul as his jaw dropped, grabbing his sister?s arm. "Oh shit. I can?t believe it. I found my gum." "I told you put it under the seat," said Bridget, rolling her eyes at him. "Like way under where it won?t get on anything." "I did! But I?m talking about the first piece that we were missing," said Paul, getting panicky, trying to nonchalantly point. "Look! Holy shit!" "Oh my gawwwddd! That?s it stuck on his lap," said Bridget casually, grossed out. "Flick it. Do it while he?s not looking." "I can?t! It?s on his crotch," Paul replied as he squeezed his sister?s arm, leaning towards her. "Pull it together! You have to! Make like you?re getting popcorn and just flick it with your nail," said Bridget, nudging him. "Hurry up before it gets smushed on his fly! Hurry up! Do it!" "Crap!" Paul peeked over as he made like he was getting popcorn and brushed his nail against Petie's pants in a soft flicking motion. "See, he saw nothing!" whispered Bridget. "No biggie." "Thank goodness!" said Paul, breathing out a sigh of relief and sitting back, beginning to fold his arms. "Don?t panic," whispered Bridget grabbing Paul?s wrist as he lifted his arm, almost touching his cheek. "If you get that in your hair, you?ll have an even bigger problem." "Oh shit," Paul looked down as he lifted his finger, seeing the end of the gum stuck to his long nail tip on his index finger. "But what do I....?" "Paula? What the?" Petie interrupted, seeing a huge string of gum streaming across the arm of the chair as he flinched back in his chair. "I... I..." Paul was speechless and mortified as he extended his hand forward, hoping the gum would snap off as Petie glanced down, realizing where it was originating from. "Chill you two," giggled Bridget, trying to squash the situation as Paul was making it worse as both he and Petie watched the elastic nature of the gum continuously stretching from Petie?s crotch as Paul jiggled his hand, trying to get it off. What lasted seconds seemed like an eternity until Bridget took a tissue from her purse and pulled the end over her brother?s nail. She then handed it across the chairs to Petie, rolling up the string and opened her purse, pulling out a little bottle. "Here just dab a little," said Bridget, putting some nail polish remover on quite a few tissues and handing it to him. "Worst case, have your mom use some peanut butter later and the rest will come out." "Thanks," said Petie, feeling really embarrassed as he cleaned himself and then looked up at Paul with a smirk. "That was your gum, right?" "I?m so sorry," replied Paul, feeling guilty, whipping his hair back and forth nervously, looking towards him and away, wanting to just vanish. "I feel so bad. I have no idea how I...." "It?s fine! It?s only gum!" said Petie with a chuckle wiping himself. "I feel so bad," Paul was fixated on watching him clean his crotch. "It?s not what it looks like though. Please... please understand I wasn?t trying to touch anything. ...I was just..." "Don?t be silly! I get it," Laughed Petie, finishing before pulling out a few tissues from the bundle. "Here, maybe wipe your nail." "Oh thanks," said Paul, taking a few of the moist tissues. "No! Not those sis," said Bridget, carefully pulling them away. "That?ll destroy your nails, silly." "Oh... I wasn?t thinking I guess," Paul was frazzled at this point. "Between these nails and reaching over. I?m not used to any of this." "You kidding, Paula," said Petie, sliding his hand over, scraping the gum off Paul?s nail with his. "You?ve got a pageant to win. Don?t ruin these, and it?s fine." "Oh it?s ok," said Paul, holding up his hand staring at his fingers, wiggling his nails as most of it was scraped off quickly. "Thanks again." "No thank you for kind of breaking the ice," said Petie, stopping the wiggling by ever so softly clutching Paul?s hand and dropping it back down. "Trust me, I?m way more nervous being out with you than you could ever be with me." "Huuhh," Paul softly looked towards Petie as he shyly looked the other way, not wanting to believe the sensation across his digits. Just as he thought it couldn?t get worse, he tensed up realizing it was no longer his fingers wiggling, instead it was his fingers between Paul?s being wiggled as they were now holding hands with them resting on his left calf. "Easy. Don?t make a big deal," whispered his sister, clutching Paul?s other arm, noticing immediately. "Just watch the movie, eat some popcorn and don?t tense up." "But...," Paul turned towards his sister in horror as stared at him forcefully. "But nothing! Better he thought you wanted to hold hands than touch where you flicked," whispered Bridget in his ear, keeping him calm. "Watch the movie and don?t make eye contact. He?ll let go in a few minutes when he needs a drink or wants popcorn." Paul tried hard to heed his sisters? advice, calming himself and staring straight ahead watching the movie. Though he knew she was right, it was so much more difficult than she made it, as he couldn?t focus at all on the movie completely distracted and consumed, feeling every little soft stroke across his fingers. With his senses so heightened, it was like nothing he could have ever expected, feeling the tiniest perspiration from Petie?s palm against his and constantly looking down, watching his hand being tenderly caressed. A few minutes became at least forty five, as he had completely lost track of the plot until he realized a very scary scene had just taken place, as he felt the tight squeeze and the audience let out a collective scream. "Sorry," whispered Petie, realizing he may have squeezed too hard and letting go. "I didn?t mean to..." "It?s fine," Paul interrupted as he took advantage of the lapse, pulling his hand away and wiping the sweat on his jeans before grabbing his soda before Petie could attempt to reengage. "Thanks. You?re awesome," said Petie, feeling a little more brazen now as Paul almost choked on his straw, realizing Petie?s arm was behind him instead now. "Pretty scary right?" "Ahh huhh," Paul was dying now as he felt himself somehow shifted towards Petie. He wanted to jump up and run, feeling his hair being played with and his bare shoulder beneath Petie?s. His sister had promised him this wasn?t a date, but somehow something as innocent as losing his gum had sent the wrong signal and he needed it to stop. He reached over with his right hand, nudging his sister who shooed him away with her left as she was in the midst of a deep make out session. He made sure to look straight ahead and sip every once from his soda before dreading hearing the slurping sound that it was finished. Regardless, he refused to take the straw from his lips, worried what thoughts could even be in Petie?s head as he made sure to avoid eye contact. When the slurping didn?t stop, he felt Petie pull back his arm and then take the cup. "I guess that?s a hint you want another one," laughed Petie. "Yes please," Paul replied, never so relieved as Petie got up and went for a soda. When he got back, the last fifteen minutes weren?t so bad as he slowly milked his drink and snacked on popcorn. Knowing it was almost over, he could deal with having his hair being twirled a little with Petie?s arm instantly around him again, and even a soft patting on his back as he made sure to keep his head turned from his. When the credits popped up, he was never so happy in his life to get up, even if he felt himself being led by the hand down the aisle. "Please tell me we?re going right back to our room, or I?ll kill you," said Paul, looking wiped out mentally, leaning back towards his sister. "Normally no," whispered Bridget. "But under the circumstances. I guess so." As they walked from the theater, Bridget whispered to JC and he nodded, acknowledging her. "Cool, we?ll walk them back, Petie," said JC as they left the theater. "Sure," said Petie, smiling at Paul as they walked holding hands. Just a few steps outside it had gotten very chilly as Petie let go and pulled him in, rubbing his back as they walked. Just Petie?s soft touch across the cut outs on his shoulder sent chills down his spine as a few blocks seemed like miles. With the wind whipping his hair into his face, it turned into a more hurried walk until finally it died down as they turned down the second block. "I had a great time, Paula," said Petie, re-grasping his hand so tenderly. "Oh great," said Paul, dying inside, feeling his fingers again being caressed. "It was a really good movie right?" "I meant the company," said Petie nervously, not really knowing how to deal with a girl, swinging their interlocked fingers. "You know." "Yeah, I know the company ruined your pants with my gum," said Paul, trying to change the subject, looking down at the ground. "That?s not what I meant," said Petie, stopping their walk as Paul looked away, trying to make an excuse and fixing his hair. "I know, but please let?s not fall behind them," said Paul, seeing his sister walking arm and arm ahead, tugging at him to get walking. "It?s been a long day, Petie." "I bet," said Petie, gently sliding a long strand that blew into Paul?s eyes. "You?re exhausted, right?" "Thanks for understanding," replied Paul, feeling a sense of relief as they turned the corner, seeing the back of the hotel. "Of course," said Petie, turning towards him and looking him in the eye. "And it was nice to meet you," said Paul, untwisting his finger and giving a soft squeeze before letting go and quickly striding away. "Now a girl like me needs her beauty rest. Big day tomorrow. Good night." "Ok, good night Paula," said Petie, standing there left alone as Paul raced past his sister?s make out session, pulling her arm. "I?m coming," Bridget dipped her tongue one last time in JC?s mouth and then hurried inside through the servants entrance. "I could kill you," yelled Paul once inside as he hurried behind his sister through a back hall. "No! You love me and nothing happened," Bridget answered as they sneaked through a corridor. "But I think you?ll learn to take better care of your gum from now on! Won?t you?" "You kidding!" said Paul as they scurried. "I?m never having gum again, and you damn well better never mention that any of this ever happened." "Like I told you earlier," said Bridget with a grin, making a zipping motion over her lips. "Mom?s passed out, so unless you?re posting that you met a cute guy on your snapchat, then all I remember is us going right to bed in our pageant pjs. So if you?re done whining, let?s go get them back on and get back to the room before her pill wears off. Deal?" "Deal!" said Paul as they shook pinkies and hurried back to the family bathroom.