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Pucker Up By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 8 "Oh yeah, Paula Anne," yelled Danielle, jumping on him with Roberto. "Hurry doll," said Roberto, taking his hand. "Twenty two minutes until the final, and we all feel so good about your chances." "That was amazing," yelled Paul as they got back in the dressing room. "That was the rush of all rushes." "Maybe, but I'd say you're about to top that if you're one of the finalists," said Lillian, opening his silk robe and holding it out. "Sit sweetie and curl her hair up, Danielle!" "With pleasure," said Danielle as everyone felt good. He sat looking over at Roberto steaming his gown, realizing it was just about over. Somehow he had made it through this bizarre weekend with flying colors, and then he thought about all the crazy choices he had somehow made as it seemed to unnerve him. "Sorry, I need a minute Danielle." Paul stood up while she still had a curling iron wound into the back of his hair. "Ok, but hurry." Danielle quickly released the handle as he ran from his chair as his hair snapped him in the back of the head like a rubber band. He needed a minute, tossing some water in his face and stared at himself, trying to keep it together. There were no tears yet regrets about what he had done unavoidably filled his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he enjoyed his first make out session, yet as much as it felt so wonderful he fretted it still may have been wrong. He felt guilty that he may have mislead Pietro into thinking his first kiss was with a girl that he really liked, yet as unnatural as it seemed when he thought about It, it just seemed so natural when it happened. He couldn't turn back the clock but he wondered knowing what he knew now would he have even done it anyway? He tried convincing himself that he would rather have kissed a girl his first time rather than being kissed as one, yet just thinking about it made his lips tingle as he touched them. He took a deep breath, knowing that in just minutes it would be over and he could just go back to being himself. As he swung his head back and forth, he couldn't help enjoying his little boobs wiggle or his hairdo bounce right back in place. With his lips glistening endlessly back at him, it was crazy that he felt so pretty and confident, yet his mind was a mess. A knock on the door ended his moment of angst as he undid the lock and turned heading back to the chair. "You ok, princess?" Lillian asked him, worried a little as he looked at him coming out. "I'm good now," replied Paul, jumping back in Danielle's chair. "It's just a lot to take in. I never expected or wanted any of this you know." "Of course we know," said Lillian as Danielle curled his hair in the back. "But sometimes what we expect isn't what happens in these pageants and in life. And you know what, sometimes it's much better." "Like I make a better girl than you expected, right?" said Paul embarrassed. "Well yes, but I could kind of tell you'd be pretty the first time I looked at you," said Lillian, looking into his eyes. "That's my business! But I think maybe you exceeded your own expectations? Maybe that's what you're feeling, isn't it?" "Maybe? I really don't know?" said Paul, shrugging his shoulders as Marcy began flipping the top of his hair into his face as she began teasing at the crown. "Well then we'll see if the judges agree shortly," said Lillian as Paul's vision was completely impaired now. "But either way, at least you got to feel how the other half lives, and one thing for sure is I love how you compete. That will always be valuable in life, honey." "Plus you got treated like a queen for a few days," Teased Roberto. "I know when I get the chance, I always enjoy it, and I may have to hire your grandmother to make me a few things. She's fabulous!" "Wait? You cross dress Roberto?" Paul asked, feeling pins being added and feeling his hair rising. "Just on weekends at the club sometimes for fun," said Roberto as Danielle was pushing and pulling at his head. "And I've never been as pretty as you have, so maybe someday when you're older, you'll do it again. It's fun, and my boyfriend likes me dressing up at times." Paul was silent, never thinking about something like that before, yet it triggered weird thoughts in his mind as he pondered he might want to do that someday. Between hairspray and teasing of his hair, the room grew silent as he sat while she fussed with every inch of his head. Once the fumes settled, he opened his eyes as Marcy touched up his makeup and then asked him to stand. "Oh, I didn't know you were g-" Paul started to say, feeling more pins scratch his scalp. "Of course you did, but you're such a sweet kid. It's fine," said Roberto, interrupting as Marcy came right out in front fixing a few curls. "But dressing doesn't mean you are honey. You're twelve, and we all change so many times. You'll mature and spread your wings, so who knows but just be who you are though, because either way you are beautiful, Miss Paula." "Wow... ok and thank you so much for everything," replied Paul, growing excited as Roberto knelt carefully with a panty in hand. "Our pleasure, dear," said Lillian. He was cool as a cucumber as off went his robe and stood still without incident as they stripped off his swimsuit. He understood better why Roberto could help him so easily, as without even a whimper he was tucked in a special nude colored thong. He had handled every challenge and every task as they quickly replaced his top, adding a strapless nude colored bra. Just stepping out of the monstrous heels and into more conventional, yet still spikey stilettos without a platform was a piece of cake as he held Ginger's shoulder as Roberto switched his shoes. "Ok love," said Roberto unzipping his gown. "Everything ok as is, and if so let's do this one last time, Paula." "Everything's just wonderful," said Paul with a sniffle, lifting his foot. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." He stepped into his gown like a pro in his heels, without even needing to hold a shoulder and now relished every inch of the soft silkiness of the gown slide up his body. "Deep breath, and you're ready to command the stage, honey," said Roberto as he sucked in a big gulp. When the back zipper stopped halfway up his spine, he exhaled and glanced down, nodding with confidence. A few touches of blush and a little powder before he held out his wrist as on went his bracelet. When they lifted his hair and secured the clasp of his necklace, he felt ready to dash in his heels. It was only the aroma of a pungent flowery perfume being sprayed at his neck that allowed him to slow down his heartbeat as he tried staying calm as they changed his earrings. One last touch at his lips with a brush and then Marcy stepped back, joining the team as they observed him. As they looked him up and down, all was silent as he put his hands on his hips and then a slight smile brightened his face. "I'm ready then, right?" said Paul, swiping down the sides of his soft gown, touching it. "Yes it time, and you're as ready as any girl I've ever had," said Lillian, trying to build up his confidence. "Ok then," said Paul, softly exhaling his lungs. "And ready as any of my finalists," said Lillian with a big smirk. "Ready as any future Miss Junior Teen." "Yes, I am," said Paul, stepping right towards the mirror, loving what he saw. If a girl could have the eye of the tiger, that's exactly what came over Paul as he stared intensely at himself, relishing his final performance as Miss Paula Anne. He was dressed like a teen actress in a designer gown, walking the red carpet, hopeful to receive an Oscar or Grammy. If this were to be his swan song, he'd be stepping out in style as he was ready for whatever the judges would bestow his way, in a formal silk floor length silver gown. Above the strapless dress's sweetheart bejeweled bodice, only some perfectly coiffed curls and an enchanting v-shape diamond necklace were the only things that crossed his collar bones. It almost felt like he was wearing nothing at all, yet in turn was constricting as the light weight, soft silk silver gown molded him from his small silicon padded cups across his flat stomach and down past his thin hips before finally exploding below the knee in a mermaid style. The trumpet shape bottom had a delicate layer of silver tulle which grew longer in the back, forming a small lovely sweep train a few inches on the floor. On the left, his leg sexily poked out, exposing his five inch silver spikey stiletto, whose leather straps were adorned with rhinestone buckles and toe straps. It was like nothing he had worn before, as the small rear zipper barely reached a third of the way up his back, exposing most vertebrae up to his curls. For the first time he also felt top heavy, as all of the dress's weight was in beading and crystal, which decorated his cups, and two tiered diamonds and crystal chandelier earrings heavily weighted down his ear lobes. The changes to his hair weren't dramatic at first glance, yet it seemed so perfect as the long turned back rolls on each side had been separated just a little, and ever so seamlessly flowed into the layers of spiral curls behind them from ear to ear. The lump as well was still covered,, as instead of his chin length bangs being rolled back, his hair was rolled under just a touch before again spanning just across the edge of his eye as a true chic side bang would. Behind it now the crown was teased just enough to deliver a soft puffy look before it spanned back into his wondrous spirals. Between his sparkling eye shadow and shimmering lips, he glistened in every direction, as not a soul would overlook the elegant blonde as he'd stroll past them. "Paula, it's time dear," said Lillian, opening the door. "Then let's do this," said Paul, sliding the huge tennis bracelet towards his wrist that slid up his arm a touch, and then twisting his large rings nervously, admiring his long glistening French nails momentarily. With his game face on, the enchanting blonde in the trumpet style gown strolled from the room more confident than ever before. He walked down the hall like he was the only girl there, and then right into place behind Brandi. "Well good luck, Paula," said Brandi, air kissing him on each cheek. "Same to you, Brandi," replied Paul, air kissing her back and then looking away. Any last phony warm conversation she may have expected he quickly turned to ice, as instead he stared at his flawless nails, fully absorbed in character as a stuck up bitch like the rest of them. He stood for two or three minutes, but it felt like an hour as he couldn't believe how different it felt awaiting their final fate. All the bubbly conversations between girls backstage had been replaced with nerves and anxiety, as you could cut the air with a knife. Every girl was in full diva mode as they were called to the stage, and instantly he was no different. For the first time he'd be on stage with his sister and one other age bracket, as the younger pre-teens, his sister's Teens Miss contestants and his rival Junior Teens would all share the stage. As each group would have to applaud when each girl was announced, it was almost like he had waited for this all his life as he stepped up for his turn, even though it was something he'd never even really paid much attention to, attending competitions to watch his sister. He could already see his sister in line about 30 or so girls behind him, and the younger girls in position already as he waited to be announced. He thought he'd be calm and collected, but back were the butterflies, and involuntary little trembles as the stagehand waved him to the curtain. "Ladies and gentlemen, contestant 388 from Columbus Ohio, the lovely Miss.. Paula... Anne... Car..bon...elli," said the announcer. For that last split second he hardly breathed as his heels felt stuck to the floor like a spike in cement. It took every ounce of his strength just to flex his foot forward as he was suddenly a twelve year old girl feeling more self- conscious than imaginable, yet dressed to kill. Once he stepped on to the stage, the familiar whistle broke his nerves and he strutted on display like the stage was his oasis. He took in everything, enjoying the spotlight one last time, mentally stepping into the role of the diva he had been transformed into. He soaked up the applause and made love to the audience, waving and kissing like every prissy girl in the show. Making eye contact with his family more deeply than before only sent a twitch to his eye, as he could see his mother hold on to his father, trembling as she winked back and blew kisses. Just blowing one back almost caused him to lose it, but he sucked in his mucus and turned, using his most princess-like wave. When he stopped next to Brandi, he glared at her, then at the crowd, it was second nature by now striking a pose like any other girl awaiting her outcome. Just smiling and modeling quietly in place was exhausting as he had to stand for the rest of his group, and then all of his sister's entire group. His eyes stopped, seeing Pietro standing and holding a huge bouquet, and it just felt like his heart had skipped a few beats. This couldn't be happening he thought, but it was as all he could think about again was their kiss. He was suddenly more than just a twelve year old boy stuck temporarily as a girl, instead he was that silly girl with a crush on a boy, and unexpectedly was fixated, looking into his eyes. Seeing Pietro look away nervously seemed to fill up Paul inside with feelings of puppy love, and sensations filled his body that he just couldn't shake, yet he knew that would all be behind him real soon. His mind searched for excuses, but his body wanted no part of it as he batted his lashes, flirting without even knowing it the moment their eyes met again. He felt a series of hot flashes, and then they were broken by a chill down his spine, yet the temperature never changed and his posture never wavered. His mouth watered and his face beamed anxiously, as he re- lived every tender moment as contestant after contestant strolled past him, never breaking his gaze. When the music ended and a judge addressed the audience, he snapped mentally back to the situation, realizing he had daydreamed through the entire procession. He watched intently as they selected the five finalists from the younger girls and then couldn't believe how thrilling it was for them just stepping up. Just them hugging and congratulating each other was so heartfelt, yet he started thinking four of them would soon be disappointed. It was impossible then not to feel his palms grow sweaty as they changed gears to his age bracket, and felt nauseous like never before as they selected the first girl from his group. First was Brandi as he reluctantly clapped, but knew she was deserving, and the next girl he didn't know at all. With each and every spot now he grew more and more anxious, as even under extraordinary pressure he never felt this way. As much as he tried to keep himself calm as they selected the third girl, nowhere to be found was the cool collected hockey star, as somehow instead the little girl inside overpowered him. When the forth girl was picked, he could barely keep his head up, seeing Brandi's evil grin as she hugged her, he could only look at the three other girls that were selected that he barely knew. He could feel his teeth chattering as they were about to read the last spot, oddly hopeful on one hand yet possibly relieved it would all be over if they didn't call his name. He was moments from just fading into the background when for whatever reason a calm came over him like he was ready to put all the girlie craziness behind him, and then the announcer turned over the card for the last name. "And our fifth finalist, from Columbus, Ohio is Miss Paul Anne Carbonelli," said the announcer, and Paul's stomach dropped to the floor. "Oh my gawwwdddd," screamed his mother, as he couldn't even look her way as he didn't even feel his legs moving as he stepped up next to the finalists, trying not to cry. He felt proud and worthy as his competitive juices began flowing, seeing Brandi seemingly snarl as she looked down at him, softly applauding. Just the bitchy look on her face gave him a sense of satisfaction, even if he didn't win, as he realized that beside her the other three girls were each more beautiful than the next. He actually felt more gratified than he could have ever imagined, as they moved to the older girls and his sister was selected to be one of the five. He wanted to scream as loud as his mother, as he knew how much she looked forward to this, as she leaned down, looking his way. "Thank you," she whispered towards him, blowing him a kiss. "I love you." "I love you too," Paul said as there they were front and center, together as finalists. A sense of pride filled him that he had done this for the good of his sister, and his sacrifice at least got her this far. He could no longer tune out his mother's screams, as she was balling, seeing Bridget barely able to contain her excitement as she hugged the other girls in her age bracket, and then everyone settled down. It was such a different vantage point, watching the emotions of the younger contestants get called just across the stage, and just as astounding seeing them crown the winner. When the hugs finally stopped and the Junior Miss winner stood off to the side, the winner was barely able to contain herself as their attention was turned to his group. As the fifth runner up was called, she stepped forward as they dropped the sash over the striking redhead and handed her a bouquet of roses. The tingling in his toes was completely unexpected, as he slid down, filling the gap next to other girls and awaiting the next name. With his name not called as fourth and then not even third, he could feel a breath leave his lungs each time he exhaled ,and looked down making sure the wetness he felt between his legs wasn't his bladder exploding or something even worse. Unlike every shootout where he controlled the puck and the pace, it was all in the hands of others, as he felt a hand grasp his. He looked down, suddenly fingers locked with his rival as her hand felt just as sweaty as his did. His pained toes twinkled right up into his vision, and he couldn't look out, instead focused on his shapely leg poking from the silk of his shimmery gown. The shivering sensations now were almost unbearable as Brandi and he were exchanging shivers as she squeezed his hand harder. Feeling her long nails pinch his skin as the announcer began to speak, allowed him one last exhale as he looked up and out, half blinded by the spotlight shining down on them. He felt every curl move, every bobbi pin scratch his scalp and every lash touch his lids as his sensations were heightened to a level beyond any he had felt, as the slightest head movement registered. "And the 2017 Miss Junior Teen is Brandi Theresa Klein," screamed the announcer as immediately Brandi screamed and jumped, hugging him. "And of course congratulations to our deserving runner up, Miss Paula Anne Carbonelli." As the applause from the crowd saluted them, he was trapped by his opponent having little choice but to embrace and coddle her during her emotional breakdown. He had never really set out to win, yet he had no experience in defeat, and it felt more punishing than he ever imagined. When finally she released from her overbearing grasp on him, this couldn't be over fast enough for him, as he struggled to keep the fake smile on his face, watching them crown him. He had never been humbled like this before, as the 1st runner-up sash was dropped over his dress, suddenly unable to fight back a few tears while he shook, taking his bouquet. He had gone further than anyone could have imagined in the competition, yet couldn't wait to strip off everything girly now and return to being Paul. , Seeing his family cry and applaud for him only infuriated him more, but then he re-focused when his sister ran over and gave him a hug. It felt more belittling to stand in the shadow of someone he had such distaste for, knowing she was such a phony, nasty girl. The more he watched her blow kisses and wave to the crowd, the redder he turned, until mercifully it was time for his sister's group. Like any good sibling, he stood praying for his sister's success, even if he'd stand having his own agony prolonged. Her fate would be very different than his though, as her hopes and dreams were imagined as she stood stunned, hearing her name called the winner. Tears of joy filled her face and he looked out, seeing them stream down his mother's face, as the family waterworks became contagious. Even his father's and grandfather's eyes grew teary as they all screamed and hugged like they had won the lottery. He felt great for his sister, having known nothing but the feelings of winning and for at least this one time, it would be her turn. When she scurried over to hug him, it was magical as he felt the bond of sisters one last time until she released her embrace and looked into his eyes. "This is all because of you," whispered Bridget in his ear. "None of this could have happened for me if you didn't do this for me? Even after today, we'll always be sisters." "You would have done the same for me," said Paul, giving her one last hug. "Now little sis says go enjoy the win." A quick air kiss and Bridget was front and center, waving as she soaked up every minute of being crowned the winner. She was joined by Brandi and the other winner as they stood together front and center, waving as the crowd stood applauding. It was finally over for Paul as he applauded loudly for his sister while the confetti began raining down, and then suddenly the announcer interrupted. "Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please! And please take your seats for a moment," said the announcer, as the celebration halted. "Some new information has come to our attention, and we have an unfortunate incident. As you all know, we hold our crowns in the highest regard, and we've just received video evidence of one of our new champions engaging in a despicable act last evening, which we do not condone in our pageant. We hold our contestants in the highest regard, therefore we have a disqualification for an act that is un-ladylike, reprehensible and unacceptable for any of our contestants, but especially a Miss Junior Teen champion." "What?" screamed Brandi, completely stunned as from behind her, the crown was being ripped from her head. "Oh my gawwwddd! No! Stop it!!!" Before she could spin around, they were yanking the crown from her hair with the pins still attached to her locks, and she screamed as it was snatched from her head. She was mortified, shaking, as her hair extensions were tossed aside, still momentarily attached to the tiara while she freaked out in horror as they lifted off her sash while her faux hair fluttered to the floor. "Ladies and gentlemen, in this rare occurrence our 1st runner up and very deserving young lady now assumes the title," said the announcer. "Our Miss Junior Teen 2017 is Miss Paula Anne Carbonelli! Congratulations Paula, and please step forward." Paul was dumbfounded as Brandi reached down, grabbing her extensions from the floor and ran off the stage in a huff, horrified. He was too stunned to even celebrate as he stood almost paralyzed, watching the runner up sash being lifted away and feeling the tiara being placed on his head. He could have never imagined it would be sheer bliss sensing pin after pin slide against his scalp and it was like his posture improved instantly as he felt it stand erect atop his head. The new sash softly rippling down his dress sent his emotions into orbit as he was completely overwhelmed as the crowd stood in ovation. It was the scariest experience of his young life, as he had gone from the agony of defeat to humbled victor in the most improbable way, as all eyes were upon him, applauding. He looked up, seeing himself on the big screen with a large princess sparkly diamond tiara now firmly perched atop his head and "Miss Junior Teen 2017" sash angling down his dress. In an instant, his entire life had changed as he was now the girl all the other girls longed to be and were looking at with envy. It was impossible to even fathom that a boy was underneath the fabulous shimmery gown as they handed him an immense bouquet of roses, as all that he could see on the screen was a giddy victorious blonde pageant queen. When his sister embraced him, neither one could hold back the tears as they hugged and became emotional wrecks. Once the waterworks ended, they wiped under each other's eyes and cheeks, trying to fix the damage to their cosmetics until the makeup artists attacked them on stage, making some quick repairs. They stood together, posing as sisters and as champions, as neither could wipe the smile off their faces for shot after shot. He could smile and pose on command now, like he'd been trained all his life, as all this modeling just seemed so natural now. Never-ending stills both together and solo for a good thirty minutes felt amazing as both Paul and Bridget enjoyed soaking up every moment. It seemed Lillian and her team had never been prouder, even if his victory came from a technicality. "This is completely insane," screamed their mother as they finally finished and hugged her back stage. "My girls are beautiful! My girls are champions! I love you girls so so so much!" She had opened the waterworks for a second again, hugging and kissing both of them and then finally it all settled down. Even his grandfather embraced him, oddly proud, yet his father stood slightly aback, taking it all in. "Hey dad," gulped Paul, looking over at him. "Congratulations there!" said his father. "Little girl?" "Uuummm thanks," said Paul, embarrassed. "You know the deal with all this, right?" "Yes, mom told me everything from the start," said his father. "She and Bridget were nervous wrecks, but as usual you somehow came through. You never cease to amaze us, so relax we're all proud." "Whewwww! Thanks dad," sighed Paul, feeling relief as he nodded and then reached up, thinking his tiara would fall off. "This thing is heavy." "And going nowhere," said Lillian, giving it a soft tug. "Yup, they pinned the crap out of it. You can move freely princess, but if you wouldn't mind giving me a minute with your parents please, Paula." "Sure, come with me a sec sis," said Bridget, pulling him away and whispering. "There's someone waiting to see you." "Oh shit," Paul felt his knees knocking as he turned the corner, seeing Pietro waiting in the hall with a big bouquet of flowers. "Hi," said Paul softly, excited yet nervous to see him as he left his sister behind walking towards him. "Well hi," said Pietro, walking right up to him. "Thank you, these are beautiful," said Paul, reaching out for the flowers. "Oh sorry," said Pietro, feeling bad. "My mom has me holding these for my sister." "How stupid of me?" giggled Paul, flipping his wrist, acting giddy. "I don't need flowers anyway. I've got plenty that I have no idea what to do with already. I'm really just happy to see you I guess?" "Gee, well how ahh nice," replied Pietro nervously. "Congratulations. You must be very happy." "I guess," said Paul, nervously biting his lip. "That was crazy right?" "Yes it was," said Pietro. "But even without all the dramatics, I think you should have won from the start." "Really?" said Paul, perking up. "There are so many pretty and talented girls out there. You're such a sweet guy?" "Maybe, but now you've automatically qualified for the Nationals," said Pietro. "So I guess you'll be competing again there." "Wow, I didn't think that far ahead. This is a lot to take in right now," said Paul, suddenly thinking he might be Paula again. "So will your sister be there too?" "Yes, she's already qualified," replied Pietro, looking right at him. "So you'll be there too?" smiled Paul, nervously twirling one of his curls around his finger and leaning in towards him. "Paula, maybe now isn't the time to talk," said Pietro, stepping back. "I just wanted to say congratulations, and wish you the best." "Oh," said Paul, feeling awkward. "Sure, I just thought...." "And I just thought you were being truthful with me, but now I know you weren't! Were you Paul ?" said Pietro spinning around his phone. "This is your Instagram, your youtube and your snapchat right?" "Pietro... well...I," gulped Paul. "Is it or isn't it?" said Pietro angrily. "Yes," nodded Paul. "Please let's just talk a minute." "About what, that you lied to me!" yelled Pietro. "That you were really a boy playing beauty queen,, and not a girl playing hockey? That my first kiss was stolen by a boy, and now that memory is fucking destroyed. That was special to me, and I thought I was with a special girl. She was beautiful and athletic and romantic. She was everything I dreamed about, and now that's a nightmare." "Please..." said Paul, getting upset. "You said you were Petie, and not that it matters, but you didn't tell me who you were at first either. Remember, it was my first kiss too, and it did feel special! We both know it did, and as wrong as it may have felt for a split second for me, it still somehow seemed perfect. It took my breath away." "This is all too much for me, Paula or Paul or whoever you are," said Pietro. "You should have told me you were a boy! You shouldn't have agreed to be my girlfriend. Boys are not supposed to be that pretty!" "I didn't think we were supposed to be either!" yelled Paul. "You think I expected to be a pageant winner." "I know you didn't, but whether its strange or not, you were still the most talented girl here," said Pietro. "You're an amazing hockey player and person, and weird as it seems, still the prettiest girl here. That's why I sent in the video at the last minute of that nasty bitch trying to harm you. I just couldn't let her out do someone like you that gave everything she had selfishly." "That was you?" said Paul, taken aback. "You sent that in, even after you found out my secret." "Yes, I went to security last night after you went to bed and they found the incident on surveillance. I was going to send it to you this morning and let you decide what to do with it, but when I saved it in my email, ,I found an instagram friend request from your sister. Once I friended her, I accidently found you and then couldn't believe what I was seeing," said Pietro. "At first I lost it, but then my mind started spinning the more I researched. Either way, I was devastated, honestly." "I'm so sorry," said Paul, quickly wiping a single tear dropped down his cheek. "I don't know what to say." "Please don't say anything," said Pietro. "But understand that my sister's been represented by Lillian for years, and I know how she is. We knew she was freaking out when she lost her contestant, and then I figured out everything this morning after I found out that you were the fill in. Even before all this, I knew you did this for your sister, and now that's even more admirable than anyone could imagine." "Thanks," said Paul, sucking in his mucus, trying to be strong. "And I was going to tell you, but things just happened and we didn't get to talk again. Please don't be mad at me. Don't hate me." "Hate's a strong word, Paula. I don't think I hate anyone, but please..." Pietro exhaled and stepped back. "Hey, maybe I'll see you on the rink again sometime, and don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Now I gotta go, because they'll be announcing my sister's group soon, so please don't make this harder on both of us. Please just forget that anything ever happened, and I'm going to do the same." Paul was like a deer in the headlights, standing helplessly as Pietro turned and hurried away. He just shivered, holding his emotions in check as best he could, understanding what it was like to be the blushing bride in her beautiful dress left at the altar on her big day, as his body slumped as he leaned back against the wall. "You ok?" said a voice walking towards him as he turned, realizing it was his sister. "Yeah," nodded Paul, holding his stomach, feeling it in knots. "I'm pretty sure I just took a slap shot to the nuts, and deserved it." "Oh sweetie. Of course you didn't," said his sister, grabbing his hand. "It's never easy being pretty." "I'm a hockey player, and we're tough," said Paul, doing his best not to break down. "I know, but today you don't have to be. Today it's ok to just be a vulnerable, pretty blue eye blonde just like I am," said Bridget, putting her arm around him. "Today it's ok to just be my little sister, and enjoy being beautiful for as long as you can." "Thanks, and I don't even know why I'm upset. I think he may have just done both of us a favor," said Paul as he leaned his head towards her shoulder before she pushed back a little as his tiara poked into her cheek. "Sorry!" "It's ok!" giggled Bridget. "I know you're not used to having that on your head, but he's right, you will be getting another chance at Nationals." "You think mom is really going to make me do that?" Paul asked, growing concerned. "I think I'm ready to put all this craziness behind me now." "Of course she won't," said Bridget as Paul seemed relieved. "But Lillian, I'm not so sure about? You're under contract with her since you won but.... Don't get mad at me, but it did kind of seem like you wanted to win... Right?" "Well I don't know what I've been thinking, truthfully," replied Paul, staring down at his nails. "I mean I hate losing, and that bitch Brandi just drove me to compete. Between banging my head and my brain spinning from Pietro, I don't know if I was concussed or confused, but what I do know is I could really use the help of my big sister now, because I can't take this thing up my ass anymore." "You got it! Come, let's go right there in that ladies room and I'll help my little sis with her little female problem!" Bridget grinned as she cracked up. "I heard about that, and the little trick did help the cute little wiggle of yours." "Not funny," Smiled Paul ,feeling mortified. "Who told you about that? That's so embarrassing?" "Roberto, and we're sisters! Sisters tell each other everything honey, and who knows, maybe it'll be something you'll learn to enjoy one day!" giggled Bridget, laughing playfully and softly slapping his ass. "Plus, who knew all that skating would give you such a tight little girly tushy." "Again, not funny," said Paul, beet red as they walked towards the ladies room. "Please just help me and tell me mom doesn't know about that?" "Mom doesn't know about what?" Barked his mother as they didn't realize she was approaching. "Please, what is it girls? I'm here for you Paula, no matter what you want to talk about?" "Mom, please go easy on her. She's been through so much, and the last thing she needs is an overbearing mother right now," said Bridget, holding out her hand for her mother to stop. "Now her boyfriend just broke up with her and I'll help her get her tampon out. So just give us a minute please." As Bridget swung open the bathroom door, their mother's jaw dropped and then Bridget realized what she had said. "Tampon?" moaned Kristen as they froze, seeing her eyes roll up into the back of her head. "Did you say boyfr---." "Mom! Oh my gawwwddd," Groaned Bridget as Kristen couldn't even finish the sentence, falling back and hitting the floor. In an instant, they bent over in their gowns, pulling her to a chair before splashing some water to her face as she had fainted. All the stress of the competitions and what she put her son through had taken its toll, but within a few minutes she had regained consciousness. "Ok girls," said Kristen as she shook her head while Paul was fanning her. "Help me up." "Mom, please don't rush," said Bridget as Kristen sipped some water. "We called the nurse to come down." "I'm ok. I don't need one," said Kristen, brushing off her dress and standing on her heels. "Do I look a wreck?" "No you look fine mom," said Paul. "But you sure you're ok?" "Yes, perfectly fine," said his mother, brushing her hair from her eyes. "I'm just a very proud mother who's just been a little overwhelmed. That's all. But of course that's not a bad thing. Who could complain having two daughters that have just been crowned champions? It's a dream honestly, just maybe not a dream I could have ever imagined, but still a marvelous dream at that, girls." "Kristen, you're ok?" Their father rushed over with their grandparents, Lillian's entire team and a nurse and a few other concerned people. "I'm fine. Just fine," said Kristen, just waving them back. "I haven't been eating well this weekend that's all?" "You sure? It couldn't be all the stress and craziness, right?" said their father, looking right at Paul as the nurse was shining a light in her eyes "You know I get a little lightheaded at times when I don't eat, right?" said Kristen, giving her husband a look and pushing back the nurse. "I'm fine, Miss." "Ok, you sure?" asked the nurse, stepping back. "Correct dear?" said Kristen, glaring at her husband. "I'm fine! Tell her?" "Sure, whatever you say?" said their father, smirking and backing away. "Exactly, and thank you honey!" said Kristen, patting his forearm and pecking a kiss before turning towards Paul. "So Miss Paula, we need to have a little chat about a few things now, don't we?" "Now?" said Paul, looking around at everyone and bowing down his head, feeling uncomfortable. "Yes," His mother nodded. "But mom," said Paul, trembling. "Maybe we can talk in private, and I think I'm ready to change, right?" "Interesting word you just chose, honey - change? Change for dinner before we go out and celebrate, yes," said his mother, lifting his chin. "Because right now you and your sister might be a bit overdressed in gowns and tiaras for dinner, and now we know that mommy needs a little something in her belly right?" "Mom, I've waited so long to feel like this!" moaned Bridget, reaching up, holding her tiara. "I don't want to change already. I want to enjoy this as long as I can." "Bridget, please don't interrupt me please." Kristen turned and gave her a look. "But it appears someone else wants to change?" "Sorry," said Bridget, rolling her eyes as Paul quietly nodded. "Thank you, and it's not just the clothes we need to talk about, is it honey?" asked Kristen. "I guess not?" Paul replied turning red. "Exactly, because you realize that we're all in deeper than any of us could have ever imagined," said Kristen, taking an envelope from her pocketbook. "Yes mom," said Paul, completely embarrassed as it seemed all eyes were upon him. "Good girl, because I know that you are aware that since you won, you qualified automatically for Nationals, and you know what this means, right?" said Kristen. "No, not really?" said Paul as she unfolded a series of stapled papers. "It's your contract, and that means you'll be competing again," said his mother, pointing. "Yes, I kind of knew I might have to, but I wasn't thinking clearly." Paul put his head down. "Please mom, I was just competing. Stuff just comes over me when I compete." "Not might, my princess! It means you're signed for a year honey with my agency, and that Nationals won't be the only pageant you'll be in," said Lillian, becoming business like. "It means you'll be one of my girls moving forward, and that means doing all that I ask. Some auditions, shoots, and I'll be representing your endeavors." "Wait? That means I have to dress like this a lot more?" said Paul confused. "Not just one more weekend?" "Not a lot honey. Every day that Lillian says so, until all of your obligations are completed," said Kristen. "But I just can't jump back and forth that easily, can I? This blonde doesn't just wash out that easy, does it? These nails don't seem like they go on and off? What about hockey? How much time are we talking about here?" Panicked Paul. "I didn't know--" "Oh don't sugar coat it, Kristen," said his father, cutting him off. "Tell him what you've gotten him into!" "I'm not trying to sugar coat it, and don't you dare be unsupportive, even for a second," said Kristen, getting annoyed. "I'm not," said his father, throwing up his hands. "You know that's all I've ever been with these kids, sending all of you everywhere while I work my ass off to pay for it." "Sorry honey. You're right ,and all of us are there for you, no matter what, Paula," said his mother, looking at Paul and then back at her husband. "But none of us knew what all this could entail, and he did most of it to himself. I didn't make him ask for a girl's haircut. I didn't make him the diva on stage, let alone off stage. That was him somehow channeling the girl inside him we didn't know existed. There are boys out there that maybe should have been girls, and at least now, like it or not, he'll be able to see if that's always who he should have been." "You're saying you think I should have always been a girl, mom!" Paul asked, not believing she had just said that. "Well, she might not be saying that definitively, but over the next year you'll find out for yourself," said Lillian. "That blonde of course doesn't wash out dear, and of course right again that those nails don't just pop on and off. I wouldn't worry about that though, because with all I see coming your way, I don't see much down time in the foreseeable future. In fact, living as a girl full time from this point forward, I'll be making sure you're always manicured, and right now I'm leaning towards even taking you a shade or two blonder before the next pageant. I'm known for constantly changing my girl's hair colors and images to give the judges fresh looks, so you'll get to try plenty of things, Paula. You already know how much fun it is being a girl, and now you'll get to be one for a year at least while you're under contract!" "But what about hockey?" cried Paul. "I've worked all my life for hockey. It's my path to scholarships for college. I can't lose a year." "You won't, love," said Lillian while texting. "I'm on that already. Someone mentioned they thought you were already a girl playing on a boy's team. I'm sure we can figure something there as long as we make sure there's no interference with the big pageants, and that pretty face of yours is well protected." "You heard that?" slumped Paul, feeling sick. "They were full helmets and masks at her age," said Kristen, chiming in. "Please Lillian, we can't take that away from her. We'll do anything to make that work out." "See how easy that was, princess?" said Lillian with a smirk. "I'll work with you as long as you give me no trouble. We'll work in some games, but as much as you seem to like dressing up?..... I'm thinking after a few months as a girl, you probably won't even miss the silly game." "Dressing up every day!" sighed Paul, exhaling as it was all sinking in. "Holy cow! I'll be a girl every minute, doing girl stuff every day? Even really playing hockey as one?" "Yes, exciting isn't it?" smiled Lillian, looking at her phone. "And don't worry, a gorgeous one at that, as I already got a text about you modeling for a tween catalog's Fourth of July swimsuit and summer outfit line. Seems you in the yellow bikini with your hair like your mother's when she was your age is already drawing quite a bit of interest, and it's only been posted on my site for an hour?" "Like my mother's?" Paul asked as she spun around her phone, seeing the picture of his mother's next to his. "You showed me Carrie's picture and said it was like that?" "Oh it was, but then your sister sent us the shot of your mom from her facebook when she was thirteen, in a swimsuit at her pageant." Lillian pointed. "There you are, the spitting image, and obviously your grandmother likes yellow swimsuits. Same skinny bikini body, same smile, same face. Her feathered hair was done after Farrah's, who set the trend for Carrie, who set it for you, and who knows how they'll want it done for the tween catalog. Maybe you'll be the next trend setter." Paul was speechless, staring at the shot of his mother in a similar swimsuit crafted by his grandmother decades back, realizing that they were the spitting image of each other. He had always known he had gotten his looks from the Carbonelli side of the family, but with his hair curled like hers and having been turned into a blonde, he looked identical to how she did when she was his age. "Don't make me jealous," said Bridget, showing him a few other shots on her phone. "Look at the shot of you two crowned next to each other, and even the one's in big pink pouffy dresses. Even though those were supposed to be on me and I love them, I'm more dad's side, and your all mommies." "It's undeniable hone,y and Kristen, I'd like to represent Bridget as well," said Lillian, handing her another contract. "I see them doing different things, but there's always some opportunities to do sister shoots and of course all the pageants." "Please mom," said Bridget, growing excited. "It'll be easier on all of us with the travel, and we'll support each other like good sisters do." "Honey?" Kristen looked at her husband as her nodded and Bridget grew excited. "I guess so, Lillian." "Thank you," Bridget jumped up. "I'll work hard and I'm dying to keep winning. And thank you, Paula." "Don't thank me?" said Paul, shaking his tiara, still soaking in his own fate. "You deserve it, big sis." "I love you, and you're so damn pretty," said Bridget, tearing up as her father signed the agreement for her. "All this is like a dream!" "I don't know about that?" mumbled Paul to himself as his mother turned, instantly with rabbit ears. "Well, I know you're scared about all this, but don't be," said his mother, bending down and taking his shoulder, speaking to him softly so only he could hear. "I'll be with you girls every step of the way." "I know," sighed Paul as it was sinking in. "Who could have imagined you'd be so damn pretty anyway ,and trust me we'll get through this just like we always do. A year goes by quick, and a year of you two being close will be really special," said Kristen, touching his hair so tenderly. "But the other stuff you kind of dropped on me we will deal with in private. Mother to daughter, ok?" "Yes mom," sighed Paul, softly looking all around, mortified. "Good girl," hugged Kristen. "I love you no matter what honey." "Wonderful, and now that all this is out in the open," said Lillian ,typing on her ipad. "I've just set up her first audition first thing tomorrow and working on enrolling her in ballet, because I want to really wow them next month once we change up her routine." "Already? I'm going to dance school, plus you said modeling stuff." Paul was flabbergasted. "And what kind of audition?" "For something that'll be completely natural for you Paula, and trust me you were in demand immediately, as they called last night after your performance well before you won anything," said Lillian, waving over Roberto. "Help her try on the costume they sent over, and let's get a preview." "Sure," said Roberto, carrying a big plastic garment bag. "People are that interested?" asked Kristen, shocked. "This is happening so fast?" "Timing is everything in this business, and from the looks of all the inquiries already, I expect I'll be making a sizable investment in her as a model, dancer and maybe even a little actress. Once we're done refining her etiquette and grace as a young lady, she might even forget she ever wanted to play with that awful little puck thing," said Lillian, clapping at Roberto. "Now go help her change, because from what they told me, this could be adorable on her. Shake a leg, Paula, let's see how the audition costume they gave us looks on you."