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Pucker Up By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 7 "I'm past that and you didn't come up with any last second brain storms, right?" said Paul, already knowing the answer. "No," said Kristen, staring at the big bump that looked even bigger with his head wrapped in a towel. "Stop staring at it and I'll be fine, mom," said Paul with a smile. "You always did say I looked like you when you were younger. Now go, so they can make me as beautiful as you too." She turned, hurrying from the room as she fanned the tears from her eyes as he looked over, seeing his grandfather as usual just reading the paper. As clip after clip pinned his hair up, Danielle's comb created the layers before snip after snip began as Marcy pulled up a chair, removing his polish. It didn't even seem like as much as he thought as she worked dropping down long sections an inch or so at a time and creating thick layers. It was when she got towards the top when it actually began rattling him a little, as longer and longer sections now slid down his cape. "I know you're a little nervous, but try to relax, doll," Danielle said, softly pressing at his shoulder, feeling him quiver a little. "If you flinch too much while I layer and I trim too much, it means I have to re- trim to keep them consistent. The more times that happens the better chance I'll have to do something a lot shorter than anticipated, honey." "I'll try," Paul replied as he was getting what he asked for, even if he had cold feet now, yet there'd be no turning back as she lifted his chin and continued layering. With only the top clipped up now, she began combing each side forward and then began angling around his face. It was hard to watch her work, yet impossible not to as she stood right in front of him now, constantly adjusting his head position and sheering ever so carefully. He had chosen to fight back, even if fighting like a girl was his only recourse and that meant further living the life of a girly girl, so as much as his mind was conflicted, that's what he was set on doing. "This is going to be so so pretty on you, Paula. I'm so excited about this," Danielle excitedly side parted his hair and combed it forward across his cheeks. "And once I get it where I want, it should blow back just a little and still cover the lump." "I hope so," said Paul, nervously looking up at her as she continued to trim and angle. "It's still mostly really long, right?" "Mostly, I just layered it and didn't take any length from the bottom," Replied Danielle, brushing long strands into his face. "But if you want, I can think of two or three shorter cuts that would look amazing on you." "How about we save that for another time?" laughed Paul as now his vision was impaired. "Sounds good. There's a lot more pageants to go this season, so be careful what you wish for," Danielle laughed. "But relax, because you'll still be able to pull it back in a pony except for the very front, which I'm about to shape. The hard part is almost over, but the rest is going to take a while because I'm going to need to fix some of those highlights I just trimmed out. Eyes closed please, and I need you really still now or we will be going shorter." Her last comment was a bit unnerving as she seemed to part his hair horizontally across his crown and combed back and forth until she sectioned it to her liking. With a wet section being combed through across his nose multiple times, he knew what was being combed, yet wasn't sure exactly where and then he could feel her scissors trim almost right across his lips. When he flipped them open for a second, his vison was still distorted, seeing glimpses of her through the damp shag covering his eyes, before she combed through them a few more times and he closed while she trimmed further. When he reopened his eyes, she was clipping the area she had just trimmed back onto his forehead, and then he looked down, seeing the really long lengths on his cape and scattered across the floor. He had gotten everything he asked for and maybe more, as he couldn't help but regret that maybe his quest for vengeance had gotten the best of him. A few last trims on the sides and down went the scissors and out came her foils as once again she was back, painting chemicals onto his hair. His fear grew exponentially as he noticed Roberto sweep away much more hair than he thought for, but that was water under the bridge now as Roberto soon joined Danielle, in plastic gloves. They painted endlessly and folded over triple the amount of tins he had gotten on Friday as he glared down, realizing his hair were now even longer. When finally his head was loaded in foils, Marcy switched brushes, painting ever so precisely now against his scalp as she worked her way completely around his head. All he could think about now was that he hoped his thirst for revenge could be reversed by the start of next hockey season, but then within fifteen minutes he was back under the heat with a head full of foils as they baked in his color. Not a moment was wasted as they started redoing his toes and then Marcy jumped in, re-doing his face. "Miss Paula! I'm saying this now because I know grandpa is over there," Whispered Marcy as she wiped down his foundation and loaded her airbrush. "Did you leave out one little important part of the story, because I'm doubting those girls pushed and bit you?" "Marcy, please, the story was true but this little thing on my neck happened way after the issue with the girls," said Paul quietly as his eyes bulged. "Please don't make me talk about that? My grandpa is over there?" "Honey, makeup artists and hairdressers know everyone's secrets dear, and that stays with us," whispered Marcy, zipping her lip. "So I'll advise you never to kiss and tell, but I'm guessing your mother knows nothing and your sister helped cover that up right?" "Yes, and please leave it between us," answered Paul, embarrassed. "Please, Marcy. I've just been so confused" "Oh honey, of course it stays with us," said Marcy, playfully slapping his forearm. "But I bet he was he really cute if you let him kiss you wasn't he?" "Oh my gawwddd, Paula," clapped Roberto and then whispered. "I saw that one boy standing and clapping during your entire performance. He's like an Adonis. I bet it was him." "Please don't make me think about this, guys," shivered Paul. "I'm trying to forget it and everything's already fuzzy in my head." "That'll be tough when he gets a look at you with your new haircut in a swimsuit, honey. I think when this is all behind you that you'll admit to yourself that you may have even had as much for fun as a girl than as a hockey player," said Marcy as she opened up all her palettes of cosmetics. "If I were you, I'd forget that stupid stick and puck. You're already a natural at this, and it's a lot less dangerous as long as you avoid cute boys nibbling a bit too much, and fighting with backstabbing bitches." A little laugh and knowing she would keep his secret helped him relax as she switched on her airbrush and began doing his foundation. With his eyes closed now, the muffling sound of the airbrush vibrating and the soft whisking air across his cheeks unfortunately did nothing but make him wonder about last evening's bewildering tenderness. As the constant buzzing somehow served to ease his mind like the trickling waterfall did previously, he tried to suppress the memory. Was she right he wondered, that he was having more fun as a girl, or was he really concussed again and maybe just confused? Either way his mind wandered as he sat opening and closing his eyes on command as they expertly blended his eye shadows. Looking up at the pencils and liquid liner helped break some inner turmoil, as they precisely lined his inner water lines, but he still couldn't shake every thought. "So we came this far, so this will help draw away a little attention too, Paula," said Marcy, dipping down her tweezers. "A touch more shape and less contrast later, ok?" "I guess," said Paul, in no position to argue anyway as Marcy didn't seem to pluck too much, rotating back and forth above the inside of each eye. Some extra tweezing was the only thing unexpected, but at this point but he paid it no mind as a little more arching didn't even matter anymore as she brushed through his brows and then added more shadow under them. He could easily tell his false lashes seemed longer than previously, as he watched the glue line the edges and wearing them had become second nature, as they almost felt normal like he was naked without them, until they were glued into place. Between blushing and blending, he was starting to overheat a bit, until finally the timer sounded and off went the heat. He pretty much knew it was nerves kicking in as they lined his lips and then filled in the color, but at this point he just wanted to get on with the contest. Brush after brush painted the sweetest sensation across his lips, and the tingling sensation half woke him from his daze as Marcy tapped at his thigh to get up. Having done this before, he already knew the drill, returning back in the chair and having it tilted back in the sink. It felt incredible having them slide out the foils and wash out his hair, yet butterflies began filling his belly as he nervously anticipated his new look and what would come of it. Regret and concern were unavoidable thoughts, yet the conditioner felt so soft and helped relax him for just a moment. When she wrapped his head in a towel and lifted the back of a chair, he now knew the angst of any girl who had gone in for a makeover. He understood she could fret how she'd look, and at the same time was dying to see her reveal. A few squeezes of excess water behind his head and Danielle was all business as she looked in at him lifting his face as she tossed away the towel. "Eyes closed until I say you can open them and do not cheat," said Danielle, taking a brush, comb and blow dryer in her hand now. "Ok, I'll try," said Paul, squeezing his legs. "But maybe just let me go pee first. I have to go bad." "Good try, but that's just your nerves and it'll fade. You can pee when I'm done." Danielle combed through his hair, away from his face. "Now no cheating, or trust me I can still grab my scissors and give you the girly- est short cut you'll be stuck with for a lot longer than this. The fringe we all agreed would look adorable on you would take six months to grow out." "Ok then." Paul closed his eyes as on went her blow dryer. "I'll be holding it." Between the brush and the warm air, he tried not to think much about his bladder as she stroked through his hair, as it just felt so much lighter and different than all the times she styled it before. Still feeling her brushing down past his shoulders, it was assuring as he realized it was still long, yet crazy as it seemed he couldn't help but wonder if she would really give him something that he couldn't easily undo. In the front though, it felt different knowing she chopped away some length, yet he really couldn't see what it would be like as she blew through the sides and then brushed it across. He tried shaking her threat of being stuck as girl for six months, and each time he'd twitch from the fright, she'd straighten his head, telling him to be still. Some quick twists on the top and sides as the wetness was gone told him they were one step closer, as in went some jaw clips before she focused on the back. He was dying for even the tiniest peak of his hair hanging down once the dryer went off, but even more than her threat, his curious nature was killing him. The heat near his ear as she stroked through the back was a feeling he had already known as she slowly but sure applied heat from shoulder to shoulder as she let down each layer. "Eyes open for a second, Paula," Danielle ordered as she appeared back out in front of him now with a thin flat iron in hand, exchanging tools with Roberto. "I'm done?" Paul asked with a shiver, seeing Roberto with a gold barrel in his hand and Danielle with her hands full with scissors and a comb in one and the flat iron in the other. "Someone's awfully anxious." Roberto smiled, setting a heat dial on a curling iron and exchanging tools with Danielle. "Almost, but this is the time I can't have you twitching, please," said Danielle, handing her iron to Roberto and positioning his face. "Eyes closed, and stay just like this please. Last few minutes if you're still, honey. Let's start getting in the zone that I know you're amazing at, and if you do you'll look just as amazing very shortly." He let out a soft sigh and tried not to let nerves get the best of him as he reached inside, finding his Zen, feeling the jaw clips being fussed with atop his head. He could sense a slither of his hair falling down and noticed the tiniest creak of the clip's hinges open up. It was like each follicle triggered a neutron as she parted his hair and somehow he could feel the ends across his cheek. With her scissors positioned on a dramatic angle from the bridge of his nose towards his chin, he sensed the tiniest trimming slide right down his cheek after hearing a slight snipping sound. With her fingers she extended every hair from the part across his forehead and down past his temple before coatng it in hairspray and feeling the heat from her barrel as it clamped down. Within seconds, it felt like someone opened the oven, as extreme heat hovered above his sensitive lump as the tension grew tighter and she twisted it in. What was only a second in time, seemed so much more permanent as she released the clamp from her barrel and he felt his hair bounce gently off his forehead. "Please Paula, easy now and I need you not to fidget. We're like ten minutes behind and that's on me, because I wanted you to look perfect," said Danielle, seeing him flinch. "You've already got a lump and we can't have a burn. This iron is superhot'. "I'm sorry," gulped Paula, unable to shake the sensation in his mind of his hair springing off his forehead as she stretched the next section and coated it. "I'm freaking a little." He was scared now. More scared than he ever had been, as he felt her stretch the next section and coat it with hairspray. "Fifteen minutes until she needs to be back stage, ladies." "Shit, stand up and keep still with your eyes closed, Paula." Danielle unrolled her iron. "Her hair took a little more processing than I expected, and I can do the bottom and other side while you dress her." "Fine, I think the effect will be even more dramatic for her all dressed'. said Marcy as everyone scrambled and they pulled off his cape and robe. "Dramatic?" Paul panicked, feeling his panties being pulled down. "Just meaning you'll be fully ready, and obviously you've never been in a girl's swimsuit before either," said Marcy as he felt Roberto lift his left ankle. "Steady honey, and don't let go of Ginger's arm and I'll do the rest," said Roberto, lifting his right ankle. "Remember, you've still got a hot iron in." "Don't worry, I feel it," exhaled Paul, feeling the heat near his front collar bone and the bottom working its way up his thighs. "I'm being as still as possible." "And you'll feel this too, once she takes it out because you'll definitely flinch a little now," said Roberto. "Ok go ahead, Roberto," said Danielle, unrolling his hair as he felt Roberto take hold of him between his legs. "Thanks, girl," said Roberto, pushing his little weenie into some form of pocket. "It'll be weird like when we taped you, except secure kind inside a little trap door. Now breathe in hard for me, Paula." "Whhhewww," Paul sighed as suddenly he had the tightest wedgie of his life as he let out his breath. "Ok, you can continue now, Danni," said Roberto. "Be still again, darling." "Oh Danielle," said Lillian as she entered. "You're amazing." "Thanks," said Danielle as she jumped to the parted side of his hair, working away. "But let me finish and let's get her top on to see the whole picture." "I'm dying to see it all together," said Roberto, moving Paul's left arm and then his right inside as Marcy released the curl and they pulled the straps over his shoulder. A quick snap in the back and then Roberto pulled a little at his flesh beneath the cups, and then he felt something soft between them. "She's twelve and they're already cute with what you've done, Ginger," laughed Lillian. "Please Lillian, just a touch more boost while Roberto greases her up and she's ready," said Marcy, contouring on his chest while Danielle curled near his jawline. "That feels gross," moaned Paul, feeling Roberto rubbing something all over his legs. "Maybe, but it'll look incredible with your thin muscles, hon," said Lillian as Danielle curled near the other collar bone now as Roberto worked his way to his stomach. "Don't worry, next time I'll have you in the dentist getting your teeth whitened and in the tanning salon getting bronzed for a month." "Next time." Paul was getting angry as Roberto rubbed at his arms. "There is no next time." "Ok, ok sorry, I didn't mean it that way, but hey you never know?" Giggled Lillian as Marcy was finally finished. "But at least if there isn't, you let us put it all on the line this time, and hopefully those rude girls will be taught a lesson." "Seven minutes, ladies," said Roberto as he knelt, taking Paul's right ankle. "Hold on doll. These are even a touch higher than you're used to." "Woahhh." Paul felt his toe being placed down in a platform a good inch and a half higher than his prior heels. His toes no longer hovering near the ground was one thing, but the much more dramatic angle was another, as without even seeing them he already knew he was being placed in sexier shoes than he had ever thought possible. It took two straps around each ankle, and he was suddenly elevated to new heights while Danielle seemed to push and pat at his hair with her fingers and palm while saturating him in hairspray. "Oh my gawd everyone," sighed Lillian, stepping back as he quickly felt his earrings being changed. "She fucking rocks that suit, and her hair is a godsend." "I'd say you can open now, Paula," said Danielle scurrying over to stand with everyone staring at him. "I'm not sure I want to," Paul half opened one eye and saw his shining leg. "I would if I looked like you," said Lillian, beaming as she stared at him. "Because the only girls that should be shivering like you are right now are the ones you are about to knock out of the finals." He was frightened beyond any nightmare he had ever experienced as he opened his eyes, visibly trembling as he gazed at himself in the long mirror. If he didn't know it was him, he would never have believed it, as superficially every last ounce of his male side seemed to be completely erased. With a hairdo meant for a starlet, and looking like a girl closer to eighteen than twelve, there he stood as a girl like he had seen only in pictures in the back walls of some of the hockey locker rooms. He was overcome with emotion, covering his mouth with both his hands with new longer French tips, while he tried pulling himself together. It was so hard to look, yet he couldn't stop staring, as he became completely mesmerized watching his angled curls springing up and down in unison from his tremble. "Breathe, Paula Anne," said Marcy. "It's ok sweetie, and relax, most of your makeup is waterproof." Two more deep breaths and he shook out his wrists downward, regaining his composure, completely enthralled with his iamge. A little shake of his head watching his hair whip right back into place before a twist of his body with his hands on his hips, and suddenly the biggest smile appeared on his lips. "Now that's what we're looking for, princess," said Lillian, watching him slide his tongue over his lipstick, amazed. "Now practice walking in those shoes, because we've only got five minutes, and they'll take a little more concentration, but produce a little more va-va-oom in that bikini." "Absolutely," squealed Paul, swaying his hips back and forth in place as he couldn't stop gawking, in love with himself. "I can't believe it's me, and I.. I... My mother is going to freak out." A little more gyrating in the mirror and his focus was laser-like, as he had never felt so feminine and sexy. He now knew why it took so long re- doing his hair, as chopped away were the very ends of the caramel tips, and quite a few of the lifting highlights, as both of which had now become casualities of his gorgeous new, long layered look. Danielle of course made sure to replace them with an even more eye catching color scheme, as brunette hairs were now few and far between. What started as his base had now been left only to serve as lowlights to his new striking look as an eye catching blonde. It was incredible, as he was now just as blonde as his sister, realizing how Marcy had lightened his hairs all the way down to the roots. With platinum streaks so prevalent, and ash highlights sitting atop a mostly golden base, it lifted his features in a way he could have never imagined. He had given the team permission to shape his locks as they saw fit, but even after he knew the stress of her sheers or even expected some color tweaks, he wasn't prepared for his glamorous makeover. Never did he think that would mean making him into a teen blonde bombshell. His golden layers now flowed from a side part, sliding just across his the outer crease of his eye, perfectly covering his all but forgotten lump. It was easy to tell now why she angled so slowly and cautiously, as the entire side had been rolled back and connected into one long, voluminous turned back curl. The modern feathered type gingerly bounced off his forehead and cheek with the slightest of movement, as it extended down past his shoulder, ever so perfectly fanning out framing his faux breasts. On the short parted side, the shorter matching roll bounded down in exactly the same fashion, and peeking out from under his hair in each bottom hole, swayed yellow three tiered, long tassel earrings. Behind his back, his hair sat straight across, flat ironed perfectly in wondrous layers as most of the length still remained. With a dark smokey eye beneath longer than ever lashes, every girl would be jealous when he batted his lashes. Flower cr?me eyeshadow now sat in the high arch of his dramatically thinned brows, and a touch of shimmery gold swept across into a dark Swiss chocolate middle before disappearing into a black out outer edge. Thin darkened water lines defined his baby blue pupils, and a burgundy blush chiseled out his cheek bones. The Rimmel wild germanium pink stain gave his lips the softest plump look, yet the NARS high shine gloss turned them to glass, as they completely popped off his face. Between his hair and his makeup, they had taken his game to a level the judges would sure to take note of, but now his entire body would also be on full display. It was hard to believe they could hide him so well, as he had turned front and back, unable to see any resemblance of little Paulie or his two friends down there, as they had been securely fastened inside his body cavity and skimpy bottom. "This whole weekend is nuts. I know you hid everything in my skating costume, but I had a leotard and tights and..." Paul said, astonished. "But.. but this is tiny.. I..I..?" There he was in a modified canary yellow string bikini created for his sister, which had two strings with little tassels similar to his earrings, attached, hanging down an inch or so on each hip. In the back, it covered not even half of each butt cheek, yet held everything tightly inside as some hidden elastic was wedged uncomfortably between his cheeks. Having no real pubes yet, there was even nothing to wax away but atop his chest she had certainly added a touch more than he was used to. Both Ginger and his grandmother had previously mostly padded him with simple A-inserts, except now inside the triangle top, something seemed to push his flat chest outward. Between the sewn in padding and the contouring with makeup, he appeared to be a young girl beginning to blossom, and for one last day they left no stone unturned, assuring no one would think otherwise. His entire body also exuded a glistening shine, as they had oiled him up to glow in a way he had only seen on tv on body builders. His biggest challenge now was perfecting his walk in five and a half inch yellow stiletto heels on an elevated yellow platform, as his now bright red toes wiggled out from behind the thin straps of the canary sexy strappy sandals. He had easily mastered walking in heels before and lacked no confidence prancing back and forth in these, yet Lillian now seemed uneasy with his strut. "Darling, you look amazing and your balance is still wonderful, but you're too stiff down below," said Lillian, grasping his hips and just moving him side to side. "In a tight dress, the dress helps do the work, but in a bikini and stilettos, you gotta work it a little, girl." "Got it," said Paul, wiggling back and forth. He tried over and over again and then she stopped him, looking at her watch as Lillian putting up her hand. "Honey," said Lillian. "We came this far not to ruin it now! Right Paula?" "Of course," said Paul, getting concerned. "Look at me. I've done everything you asked." "Well yes, but for this part you asked," said Lillian. "Right, princess?" "Yes, I guess I got caught up, but I can do it," said Paul confidently. "I'll practice a few more times. Help me, I promise I'll do what you ask." "I know you will," said Lillian, grabbing her pocketbook. "I've got an idea that will help you keep your ass in position, and usually helps with a wiggle. We haven't tried it with a girl like you before, but.... You game?" "Yes" Sighed Paul, confused as to why she'd doubt him. "You're not losing confidence in me right? I've never felt prettier in my life?" "Good girl. Stand with your hands on your hips and legs shoulder length apart, please." Lillian opened a teen magazine and handed something to Roberto. "See, that Carrie Underwood. Isn't she gorgeous? Notice anything?" "Yes, she's beautiful." Paul looked and then his eyes widened, licking his lips. "Wow yes." "Glad you agree, because you've got her haircut now, and later for the finale, we'll be pumping it up a little more like this one," said Lillian, turning the page and seeing Paul loving what he saw. "Just in order to make sure we get there and you can enjoy being this pretty little blonde, we're going to just need you to deal with something all young ladies do, and it's a trick I've learned long ago. Lean forward and it'll be a little strange, but it will keep your body kind of tight and tense while we need it to be." "Ok?" said Paul as Lillian softly nudged his legs wider. "Good girl, lean just towards me a little more, please?" said Lillian as he started arching his back forward. "Slow, and keep you balance in your heels, Paula." "Of cou-------" yelped Paul, never expecting his bikini to be pulled down behind him as he leaned forward and then something forcefully slid up his ass. "Aaaaahhhhh!" The girls grabbed him before he could fall forward off his heels, and it was like his eyes rolled in the back of his head as Roberto pushed it in as far as he could. It was like no feeling he had ever experienced, as Roberto seemed to pack in some soft cotton and then returned his swimsuit in place. "It's just a tampon, Paula," said Lillian. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, as every girl your age needs them sooner or later, and right now just think of it like it's your time of the month." "Tell me you're kidding," Paula asked as they helped him stand back up straight and he turned, looking at his rear end, seeing nothing but the suit perfectly painted across his ass. "Try not to think about it, honey," said Roberto, "It'll help keeping your cheeks squeezed in, so now walk for us and let's see if it's helped you like many girls before." If he could feel beautiful and gross at the same time, it was exactly how he felt as he walked, feeling like never before. It was crazy, but somehow it did seem like it kept his muscles in check as he strolled, even forgetting how high his heels were. "Yeah girl!" said Roberto, slapping his ass as he went by as he shrieked and spun quickly, understanding what they meant. "Now shake what momma gave you, and step heel over heel like you're Beyonce swinging those hips," said Lillian. "Damn, she's got it," yelped Ginger so proudly. "You go, girl." "Ok slip this on and then you'll lose it on stage," said Roberto, slipping him into a long sheer black coverup and large round sunglasses over the bridge of his nose. "Yes. go and go right out the door," said Lillian. looking at her watch. "You'll practice all the way down the hall until you get in line. but honey you got this." He sashayed down the hall with confidence and a swag. When he got to the line, in his place, he saw Brandi's jaw drop when he positioned himself right behind her. "Paula?" Sighed Brandi ,ooking at him. "Your blll.. blonde and you cut you hair. Oh my Gawwwdd. You look unbeli----" "Oh just a trim and a touch up," said Paul, peeking down from his sunglasses. "So nice of you to notice." "And your body? Your abs! And I didn't realize your boobs were that big?" Mumbled Brandi nervously. "Whatever, Brandi!" said Paul, turning his back. "You're not still mad about last night?" Brandi asked, taking his arm, spinning him back towards her. "That was Michelle and Ava getting stupid, but I'm sorry. "You know we were just kidding around, but we're still friends, right?" "See I don't sneak around like a little mouse, bitch? I'm more the sexy cat, and right now my claws are out, twiggy?" said Paul, getting right in her face, summoning his inner diva. "So instead of sneaking behind your back, this puss will push you and the other vermin away on my home turf, the catwalk. So it's too bad you go before me, or you could watch and learn how to really slay your prey." "Huuhh?" gasped Brandi, as Paul spun away with major attitude. "Brandi, you're up," said the backstage director as they opened the curtain, as Paul couldn't help but enjoy a giggle. He stepped up, confidently nodding his head and closed his eyes, letting out one simple breath. When the curtain opened, he exploded with vigor as heel after heel thrust forward. At the first station, he turned facing the crowd and then tossed his cover from his shoulders, displaying his firm, fit, thin body. An earth curdling scream only broke his concentration momentarily, and then he looked up, pulling off his sunglasses with a grin, turning towards the front of the stage. Yet nothing could break him from his zone, as his ass cheeks involuntarily squeezed in tightly and he turned with his left hand on his hips, tightening his abs, proud of his body. It was like everything worked in symphony, as with each step of his heel, his hips swung, his little faux boobs slightly jiggled and his hair recoiled back in place. Seeing his mother screaming like he'd been shot, only served to widen his smile as he turned, sensing the wind machine blowing his hair. Feeling his newly sheared side bang hold right on his forehead, while the rest of his long curl reverberated and softly rebounded in the wind like a long roll just as they planned, he stopped front and center, twisting his hips, showing off every inch of his body to the judges and crowd. While he held his stance for a moment, everything seemed to stop, ashe soaked up the flash bulbs popping and enjoyed the wind in his face. Hearing screams and some cat calls only boosted his confidence even further. He threw back his head and kicked out his leg, sashaying for the first time down the newly assembled catwalk right through the middle of the crowd. He wanted to hip check Brandi into the crowd as he passed her on the way to the end, but just a passing nasty glimpse was enough to almost make her trip. When he stopped at the end of the runway, he felt like he was on top of the world. Posing and swaying like a top model before he turned back down the catwalk, he then heard a unique whistle he'd heard all his life on the ice. He had completely forgotten his father would be arriving Sunday, and there he was as he made his debut on the runway, and as a sultry blonde! It was a signal from his father to him, telling him he was watching, except he didn't know if this was a sign of approval or dismay, but he knew he couldn't let down his guard. It was impossible not to notice him standing there with his arms folded while seeing his mother and grandmother sandwiched between his grandfather as he held them while they were screaming and crying like babies as strolled right by. With his ass squeezed so tightly and the wind blowing his hair, he sexily walked to the line before he stood with his hand on his hip and kicked out his leg. He was already good at the stroll on parade and he made sure to rock every second of his swimsuit until he was back off the stage. "You rocked that, little sis." Bridget jumped up and hugged him, clapping as he came back stage as she was in line, awaiting her turn. "Oh my gawwddddd. You're fucking hair is gorgeous. I can't believe you did all this. I fucking love it!" "Me either? But you do?" said Paul, feeling like he was floating on air, patting his curls. "You really do, Bridg?" "Oh Paula.. Paula..Paula!" said Bridget, hugging him again. "I fucking love you, and I fucking love.. and I mean love...love...love it on you." "Love you too, but I didn't know dad was out there," said Paul, completely caught up in the moment, dazed. "I think mom had a heart attack when she saw me, and I have no idea what dad is thinking." "That they love you, and you're freaking amazing," said Bridget, barely able to contain herself. "So don't worry about anything, and enjoy this for whatever time is left. Muh..Muh.. and see you in a bit." "Thanks, and good luck." Paul nodded as his sister's group moved up for their turn now as he was humbled by his sister's love and support, looking up and seeing his team coming towards him.