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Twenty One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 8 "So how's our prom queen feeling this morning, honey?" Tara asked, looking down on Bobbi as he rolled over feeling for his lover waking up. "Oh hi Tara," said Bob, not wanting to move. "I guess you had some night?" said Tara, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You could say that," said Bob, tossing his arms up over his head, exhausted. "Could I?" smiled Tara. "I mean I guess Miss Barbie did all right?" "Well yeah.. she did," smiled Bob, pulling a pillow over his head. "The bet's over. Done. Ok!" "Yup, I know," said Tara, rubbing his arm. "My brother texted me early this morning that you were amazing. I'm proud of you honey." "He did? He said that?" said Bob, coming out from under the pillow, sitting up. "Where is he?" "Working out," said Tara. "He works out three or four hours a day, and I just passed him in the hall on his way. At least you two had fun." "You didn't with Justin?" asked Bob, surprised. "Not exactly, but he's a sweet guy," replied Tara, swishing her cheeks. "Just maybe I should have let you sink the three pointer, because obviously you're better in bed than your thimble dick buddy." "Yeah, well that might have been better for both of us then, but obviously that ship has sailed," said Bob, sitting up and stretching. "Damn I'm so sore." "Would it have been better for you?" said Tara, giving him a look of curiosity. "Even just waking up in last night's makeup, you're prettier than half the school on their best day, and obviously from the looks of things, you two had an amazing night together!" Bob looked around, seeing empty bottles everywhere and half eaten trays of berries and food. He could see his dress tossed across the floor, and Rex's clothes everywhere as he smiled, reminded of the passionate night. "Yeah, well," said Bob, shaking his head seeing wild curls all around his face. "At this point I don't even know how to answer that! So what's the plan? How am I getting all this off? The hair. The nails and some of this won't even be easy to undo I realize." "Well that you already knew, and we brought you clothes but not things for a boy," said Tara. "I mean the bet is over, but just like you said... undoing this is not something done in an instant, plus I thought after what my brother said about last night, you wouldn't be that anxious." "You're saying he's staying the weekend too? With me? I mean us!" said Bob, perking up. "We have these rooms one more night, right?" "Yes, and I think he wasn't planning on it originally, but yeah... he's hoping you want him to," said Tara. "Wow that's nuts... but you're saying I don't have anything but..?" asked Bob meekly. "You know girls stuff to wear right?" "Yup. That's what we packed, figuring we'd have a nice brunch as girlfriends once the guys head out, spend a little beach time together chilling and winding down as three chicks. Then once you got home, we'd start un-blonding your pretty ass," Giggled Tara. "Now how about I help get you showered?" "Now that sounds good," said Bob, as he hopped out of bed and she untied his corset. "Damn, what a relief." "I bet," said Tara, softly touching his skin and taking him by the hand. "Come on, I'll help wash you and then later we'll clean off all this makeup." She walked him into the shower and switched on the water. She went inside and opened his suitcase, returning with a few clips and a shower cap. He stood stark naked with her as she reached up, endlessly pulling pins from his hair and then snapped a big jaw clip, pinning the mounds atop his head before sliding on the shower cap. "So I'm just going to strip down to my bathing suit, which is under here ok?" said Tara, dropping off her shorts and pulling off her tank top. "Sure," Bob replied as they stepped into the shower together and she began lathering him up. From the neck down, she softly washed and sponged his body as her soft hands made sure to cleanse every nook and every cranny. When they got out, she handed him a towel and then went inside, rummaging through his suit case. "Would you turn around for a second for me, please," said Tara from outside the door. "Sure," said Bob, confused as she already saw everything. "Why?" "Well I thought maybe I'd make it up just a little to you for all this bet has put you through?" said Tara as she stepped in, pulling the shower cap off and undoing the clip from behind. "You good with that?" "Meaning what?" said Bob, as she was fluffing his curls from behind. "Well meaning that I thought we'd have a little time to ourselves, and I might offer up what we may have both wanted originally," said Tara, sliding her nails across his bare ass. "You into that, because I am?" "Are you kidding me?" Bob said as she slid her hand around his waist from behind, softly touching his abs. "But..." "Sssshhh..." whispered Tara, softly biting his ear lobe. "no buts. Don't worry about anything. Not my brother. Not your gender. Not a damn fucking thing, it's all good. All I want to know is do you still want me or not?" "Yea..yeaa.. Yes," shivered Bob. "Good," said Tara, kissing his neck from behind as she reached around, feeling him growing hard. " Because I bought you something in the hope this moment would arise." "Really?" gulped Bob, as she gave a firm squeeze to his member. "Yes, and you know it appears it has arisen," said Tara, giving two yanks as he put his hands up. "I'll leave it and then we'll both have slipped into something more appropriate for our fun. How's that sound?" "No problem! Please tell me I'm not dreaming," sighed Bob, before being startled feeling a snap atop his head."Ouucchh. I guess not." "Sorry and no, but since I've always dreamt about being the prom queen, and never had the chance then I'm dying for the next best thing," said Tara, as he felt another few snaps and a couple of pins slide in. "Now I'll leave the rest for you to do yourself, and meet me inside in a two minutes unless you want that crush of yours to remain just a dream." She walked out now, closing the door as he had never been more excited in his life. He could care less that she had wanted to enjoy him in his prom queen tiara, as he looked down seeing the small white box with a pink silk ribbon atop it. He could barely wait, pulling open the bow and lifting off the top. He knew the logo right away as the Victoria Logo script monogramed the tissue paper. As he broke the red lipped seal, gently ripping the paper, he lifted the delicate blush pink bustier, holding it in front of his naked reflection. There would be no hesitation to step inside the stretchy lacey spandex and silk lingerie as he pulled it up, shifting his arms inside the thin straps. After straightening his boobs in the cups, he wasted no time ripping open the package of blush thigh high stockings before stretching them up his legs. It took a few times missing snaps at their lacey hems, until he got all four garters fastened properly and then took out the matching soft pink peep toed spikey sling backs from the box, placing them on his feet. The last little box had only a silver tube of natural pink glittered gloss and pink tear drop earrings, both of which he could handle putting on. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to do anything else, looking at himself in sexy lingerie with his Barbie name plate centering his breasts, a tiara and with his dick aroused, not even having any other makeup or accessories anyway. He practically flew from the bathroom the moment he was dressed, and then stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw her waiting for him lying on the bed. "Holy shit!" gulped Bob, staring up at her like she was a goddess. "Yum, I've always enjoyed putting on things in that bubblelicious color," said Tara, sliding her fingers across her vagina. "I heard you like some chocolate strawberries but how about some really dark chocolate now." "Oh yes," Bob sighed as she curled her index finger, waving him over. "Good girl, Barbie," said Tara, as he got close to her, putting her hands up to stop. She stood up now, standing right in his face looking him up and down as he almost felt ready to explode just looking at her. She had gone from his school girl crush to this outrageously erotic vamp like in a magazine, as he could barely breathe just staring at her. The former girl in the hoop uniform now donned jet black thigh high vinyl spiked boots and a bright red lipstick. Atop it, the black vinyl bustier was cup-less as her big boobs wiggled naked above the half round underwire, and it ended at her rib cage, leaving it crotch-less. Her ginger red hair swung slicked back in a high top pony, and the only thing in her hand was thin black whip. She circled him a few times, scratching his buttocks and privates with her whip and then turned him around, facing away from the bed. "So is my queen ready for a ravishing, or do I have to get tough with her," said Tara, putting both her hands around his neck, looking into his eyes. "Ready." Bob was dying. "And that's the best you got," said Tara, pushing both his shoulders back, forcefully shoving him onto the bed. "Whhheeew," sighed Bob as she pushed him up higher on his back with her knee pushing into his balls. "What was that, princess?" asked Tara, climbing on top of him. "I meant...ready.. yes ready," said Bob, staring up at her as she grabbed him hard by the member, nastily twisting. "I meant your Barbie's been ready since the first day I saw you." "Now that's more like it," said Tara, leaning down and sticking her tongue in his mouth and then wiggling herself into position. A few adjustments of her pelvis and then she parted her legs, taking control as he was suddenly having sex with his crush. It was like he had died and gone to heaven once he felt himself inside her, without a care in the world as he thrust up and down atop her. She was rough and yet passionate at the same time as they kissed deeply throughout, starting and stopping as Tara governed the pace. Even with the girl of his dreams, she made him feel more like the woman as she held him pinned and confined, having her way with him. She was like nothing he imagined her to be, yet turned out to be so much more as they made love for two hours until finally her body gave out. A thirty minute cat nap beside each other certainly wasn't nearly enough, and then she awoke him so they could shower. Again she washed and scrubbed his body this time after unclipping his extensions and taking some wipes to his face. It felt incredible to lather her as well as they kissed passionately while they cleaned each other's skin. Just her nails washing his hair or her sponging his stomach were sensations he never wanted to end until finally she rinsed all the body wash and conditioner from his body. "Ok, we better get moving," said Tara, pecking one last kiss before switching off the water. "Thanks for that. That was fun." It was just as weird toweling off each other and stepping into bikini's beside each other, as she took his from his suit case. A canary yellow sun dress was then dropped over the top of his full cut hot pink swimsuit after she tucked him away. She then wiggled her naked body back into her bright orange string bikini and then pulled a lime green sundress atop it. Not a single complaint left his lips as she took about fifteen minutes to makeup his face in thick lashes and soft pinks before braiding his wet hair. He stared amazed at her beauty as she fixed her own face, endlessly infatuated as she then just added little gold hoops to his ears. They both stepped into cute backless flat sandals after she spritzed on perfume, and then he followed her back to the living room area of the suite. "Ok shall we," said Tara, handing him a big purse and beach bag before texting. "I'm starving and Vanessa's already got our table." "Sure. But..." said Bob, touching her hand and looking up, ready to kiss her as the door flew open. "Oh hey babe," said a sweaty Rex, opening the door and then leaning down, stealing the kiss Bob had meant for Tara. "Oh hi," replied Bob, a bit surprised. "I guess you're done with your workout." "Yeah. Great workout. What are you girls up to?" Rex asked, softly touching Bob's French braid before playfully spinning it and then sliding his fingers down gently on Bob's neck. "Well, we just finished a nice long work out too, brother." Tara squeezed her brother's hand as she winked at Bob. "So we're about to have a nice girlfriend lunch and then catch a few rays. Maybe we'll see you tonight if you plan on staying?" "Well after last night," said Rex, leaning down and kissing Bob once again more deeply now. "How could I leave?" "I figured as much, Romeo," teased Tara, patting her brother's arm. "Now go shower. You smell and we're off to catch up with Vanessa." It was like nothing bothered him now as he walked with Tara to have brunch with his sister. After an incredibly long week and then a seemingly endless night, he finally felt relaxed, casually walking to meet up with his sister. It was such a relaxing setting, feeling the ocean breeze as they strolled toward the table of the outdoor restaurant, seeing Vanessa sipping a fruity drink, waiting for them. While they sparred verbally all the time, his sister knew all he must have been through, hugging him tightly the second she saw him before they sat down for lunch. "Wow, you both look so cute this morning!" said Vanessa as they all sat down. "Is it actually still morning?" grinned Tara, flipping her wrist. "Not really, but I guess I've been waiting all morning?" Vanessa smiled, as she looked at both of them, dying to know. "So is it over?" "Yes, the bet's over," said Tara, sipping a mimosa. "Really?" Vanessa leaned forward. "All of it?" "Yes, your sister is ultimately a man of her word," Joked Tara, taking her glass. "Cheers ladies." They each lifted their fruity orange drinks and clanged glasses before sipping and sitting back. "And you're ok, Bobbi? I mean honestly this will sound weird, but you're kind of glowing this morning!" said Vanessa, setting down her glass. "I'm fine," nodded Bob. "What else could I be?" "Well, I was worried but I know her brother well too," said Vanessa, smiling softly. "He's a doll. I love him so for whatever its worth, and as difficult as I'm sure it was, that I'm sure he made it special, right?" "Well, I'm still in a dress, right?" joked Bob, as they all shared a laugh. "And Rex is staying another night?" Tara grinned. "Oh I need some detail now!" said Vanessa. with a huge grin. "Do not hold back on me sister! He's so hot! You're planning on staying as his girlfriend? Is this permanent? Tell me everything?" "Well no," replied Bob, shaking head. "But it's just... well all you brought me is girl's clothes and obviously you two planned that. I mean I'm kind of stuck right now for today." "Stuck with a smoking hot boyfriend who must have been unbelievable in bed?" said Vanessa, biting her lip. "Please Vanessa," said Bob, not wanting to talk about it. "Oh come on! Give me something, sis," said Vanessa, squeezing her cheeks. "Please! While you had the prom every girl wishes for, we got all dressed up for your idiot buddies, the one minute wonders." "Sppiiittt," laughed Bob, almost choking on his drink as he spit it out, unable to wipe the smile from his face before looking over at Tara. "Seriously... no wonder." "No wonder we sent the losers home.. yes," said Tara, kicking him under the table. "Trust me, they thought they were hot shit and amazing in bed before last night, but now they know better after we dumped both of their asses." "Good, they're assholes anyway, and that's not what I meant by stuck, Vanessa!" said Bob, fumbling his words. "I meant like... I guess.... well just stuck until we get home, and until I get out of all this." "Don't be embarrassed. I saw the way you two kissed, and I think it's really sweet," said Tara, reaching over grabbing his hand and rubbing his finger. "You two are adorable together, and all Vanessa and I want is for both of you to be happy... thing is, there's a few things you do need to understand and deal with now." "So that's why we thought we better not let you just hang out in bed all day sis, and let's get to it," said Vanessa, grabbing his other hand. "Not that I'd want to deny you time with that gorgeous boyfriend of yours, but we need to get into some details with you, because I'm not sure you understand the bed you made for yourself and now you have to lay in it." "Are those details really things girls tell each other! Is nothing sacred with you?" said Bob, getting annoyed and loud. "Yes, we had sex all night and you already know it was all because of Tara at first. But yes...yes.... it was better than I could have ever imagined. There!!!.. You happy now, Vanessa. My ass is fucking killing me, he romanced the shit out of me, and he wants me again tonight ...probably all night." "Maybe settle down. We're in a public restaurant, and I think you missed the point, honey," said Tara, pushing him back in his chair, looking around at all the heads that turned. "I think she's talking about everything it took for a girl to go to prom, and then the aftermath of your election, Bobbi." "Ooohhh," whispered Bob, slumping in his chair, seeing some people give him a few dirty looks by near by tables. "Here, mom sent me with this, so you could see it," said Vanessa, opening her pocketbook and unfolding a credit card statement. "It's the bill you racked up." "$224 Sephora, $325 whitening, $125 The TanningLoft, $245 Tresseme Salon," read Bob stunned. "Is that my dress $795, and $350 in hair extensions! Holy shit!" "Plus Victoria Secret twice, Forever 21, Claires, the nail salon a few times, shoes, and so many little things on here," read Vanessa, pointing out all the items. "You spent well over three grand, Miss Bobbi and that's without the money mom put in you don't have to worry about. She used her gift cards that she had, treated us with the room, your share of the limo, flowers, and all the tips she laid out cash." "Being a girl is expensive, Bobbi, and being a girl as someone's prom date as you can see is super pricey," said Tara. "I did try to warn you on that." "I never thought about it like that," said Bob, dumfounded. "Well of course you cost a few bucks extra to get started, but most of it would be necessary, as every girl still needs an elaborate dress, shoes, some special priming and all the glitzy prom hair, makeup and accessories," said Tara. "You needed maybe five hundred or a grand for starters, but the rest is normal." "What she means is that hopefully it's a lesson learned for you sis, and moving forward you'll need to be careful when you drop shit like this on people," said Vanessa, folding the credit card bill back up. "Damn, will I ever," said Bob. "Yeah, I'd say you will," said Vanessa, handing it to him. "Because mom says you'll be working this summer to pay it off, and then if necessary part time once school starts until you pay it off." "Crap," whined Bob, floored. "How am I going to make that much in the summer? I already got fired from McDonalds last month, and that was only minimum wage. Plus, how much could I work once college starts. Dad says if I don't study and party too much, he's tossing my ass out. I barely passed in high school?" "You're going to community college. It won't be that hard," said his sister, rolling her eyes. "Plus, there's one more thing you need to know, and this you did all on your own." "Now what?" asked Bob wanting to scream. "Well there's good news and bad news, but really it all depends how you look at it?" said Vanessa. "Which do you want first?" "How much worse could it get?" said Bob, rolling his eyes, frustrated. "And what's the difference at this point! Give me the good news." "Well, you're going to be popular! Really I guess you kind of are popular already, and if you looked into that gift bag you got for being elected prom queen, then you would have seen some of the really good things you got for it," said Vanessa. "Things I care about?" asked Bob, confused. "I figured it was like girl stuff you guys could have." "Ah yeah some of it, but maybe you should keep looking?" said Tara, smacking her forehead and then interrupting Vanessa. "I'll get it sweetie. The good news is you actually got a couple of small college scholarships for like five hundred, and I saw another for seven fifty." "Scholarships?" said Bob, perking up. "Me? Wow, who would have figured?" "It's a start, and your father will be happy about that," said Tara. "Plus, of course there are all types of little gifts and perks that of course are geared towards a budding young woman. The bad news is that you do realize you're now obligated to represent our school and town as the prom queen until you give the crown away at next year's prom?" "You can't be serious," Bob choked, covering his mouth. "Dead serious, and you signed the waiver for that yourself like we all did when we checked into the prom and then swore on stage in the ceremony to uphold the duties," replied Tara, giving him a look. "You remember that, right?" "Kind of?" whispered Bob, swallowing hard and feeling teary eyed before sighing softly. "Shhhhit... what does that really mean?" "Well, the preliminary agenda was in the bag," said Vanessa, handing him a little flyer. "And guess what... You'll be wearing that tiara and sash at graduation next week. In fact, you and Rex will have to memorize a little speech you get to give together." "Mom and dad are going to freak the fuck out!" Bob stated, looking down at the flyer. "No, she knows and she was actually really proud. She's already out shopping today for a dress for graduation to wear under your gown for you," said Vanessa. "I couldn't not tell her you won prom queen last night. If I didn't, then she would have killed me, and dad is just amazed they're letting you speak. He said sarcastically to tell you just not to fuck up the three sentences you'll be reading off cue cards." "When does this end?" Bob was getting frustrated. "Look at this list, Bobbi!" said his sister, pointing to the flyer. "The answer like it or not, is not any time soon." "There are big events after graduation!" Bob read the obligations. "I'm on a float for fourth of July, and then another labor day! On thanksgiving I'm on a big turkey! I never thought I'd be in that prom dress again, and now I'll be dressed up as a girl like every other month?" "Well I'm sure they'll provide spangly red, white and blue dresses for the summer parades, and you'll be in something warmer for the fall," said Vanessa, flipping over the flyer. "Thing is, you're going to need a few more gowns than that prom dress, and it's a lot more than 3 parades." "Wow, you'll be in a calendar and on a billboard with my brother," said Tara, reading another flyer. "Plus, you won 3 free gowns from a store at the mall where we got your dress, and you'll modeling them in posters in their window for next year's prom dress line. How cool is that?" "Holy crap!" replied Bob as his eyes bugged, grabbing the list from Vanessa. "Charity appearances...hospital visits...reading to children...queen of the state fair ...ribbon cutting with the mayor....and look at all these Christmas events. Then next year I'm the host of the Valentine's dance... host of the Easter egg hunt...... hosting three local fashion shows and... no way... that can't be right.. automatically entered as a contestant in the state's Miss Teen pageant, right before I hand off the crown at next year's prom!" "That is a lot of gowns, and at least you'll get some of them free," said Tara, taking the list from him and looking at it. "And I doubt you can wear them twice? Could he?" "And dresses and suits and shoes and... even if you could wear each more than once, we could do a lot of different things with your hair so it would look......and wow.. wait a second," said Vanessa, thinking about it. "Not much down time." "Or boy time," said Bob, as a tear dripped down each cheek. "This looks..." "Looks like I got you a job to help pay for all this," said Tara, scrolling through her phone. "I mean obviously you'll need to make a further investment for your duties, but my brother just came through for you." "What investment? What job?" Bob was already dizzy with all he had gotten himself into. "At the law firm my uncle owns," said Tara, reading and then texting. "They need a new secretary, and the pay is decent. Since school's over except for graduation, he said you can start Monday and leave early on Friday when you graduate. I'm texting your mom now so she can pick up a few suits and blouses for you, and then you can shop for the rest yourself one night after work. Figure you should be able to pay off your original debt this summer, and then working part time once college starts you should be able to eventually pay off your work clothes, and all the new prom queen appearance outfits you'll need." "Me a secretary?" Bob took her phone, almost not believing it. "Are you insane?" "Why not?" said Vanessa, texting away now as well. "Better than flipping burgers, and at least you'll be in an office learning something." "Well, there's also another fringe benefit," smiled Tara. "My brother works there part time in summer, so you two love birds might pass in the hall once and awhile." "But maybe avoid the janitor's closet together," joked Vanessa. He had no clue what to say as the solution did have merit to help alleviate his debt, yet scared him shitless that he'd be committed to working as a girl. How hard could it be to work in an office as a secretary he thought as he was much more scared of where his mind would wander seeing Rex constantly? His head was already spinning that they'd be together again later that night, especially after incredible sex with his sister. The next thing he knew, the conversation turned towards away from his issues as their lunches arrived and at least his mind got a temporary break from the madness, as he was starving. He couldn't stop thinking about all of this as they lay sunning themselves in their bikinis. He already had some tan lines from the week in tanning beds, getting prom ready, so getting a darker tan didn't bother him at all as tried just easing his mind. It was impossible though hearing his sister chat with their mother on the phone and then she was lecturing him a mile a minute once Vanessa put him on the phone with her. It was suddenly much easier to think about sex with a boy rather than listen to his mother asking him questions about blouses and shoes. Just knowing how she was, he knew she really was telling not asking anyway, as he got a headache about how girls should act and dress in an office before he ever set foot there. Before she even hung up the phone, his debt had grown another thousand or more, as she built his new wardrobe and raved about his designer graduation dress she got a great deal on. The easiest part of his day was going back to the room and slipping himself into the red lingerie he found packed in his suitcase. When he read the sweet, unexpected note from Tara tucked inside it, it choked him up a bit before pulling on the short scarlet red skater dress like she instructed. He needed little instruction stepping into the red leather pumps, and even less finding the matching lipstick inside his makeup case. When he took down his braid, he flipped his hair back and forth trying to figure out what he should do with the messy tresses, realizing it was his first time alone getting himself ready for his man. It was easy though, as the crinkly waves were already created by his wet locks being dried in the sun in a French braid, now looking quite perfect as all he did was dig his nail down the middle, creating a middle part. When the sultry blonde in the red dress exited the bathroom, all Bob could do was smile, realizing room service had already arrived. Instead of the dinner in the restaurant he expected, he'd be having a romantic candle lit dinner in their suite, as he looked over, seeing Rex smiling towards him. "Wooww... You look amazing, babe. I didn't know you were getting so dressed up," said Rex, awaiting Bob as he stood gazing at the entire set up. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind staying in, but you look so incredible I guess we can just forget I ordered this." "Who said anything about getting dressed to go out?" smiled Bob, twisting his Barbie nameplate playfully as he stepped ever so slowly and sexily for him. "It seems everything has turned out just perfect for this prom queen, and she dressed for the date not the place." For the first time with no bet or any prodding, he had made himself into the woman he soon would spend all his time as. Their night of sex was even better than the day before as Bob was no more, replaced by Rex's Barbie and Barbie enjoyed every inch of her boyfriend. When he got home that next day he was a girl, a sister and a daughter. He had such long talks with his mother and sister, trying to learn all he could and he was even more lucky that they were so supportive. He dressed that next Monday morning in a grey suit, skirt and pumps, with an ivory silk blouse without issue, ready for work. With the help of his sister, he began his training for daytime office makeup and professional hair as he headed off to the Tomlinson, Adler & Clancy Law firm as the new office admin and new girl in training. From that point forward, and for the entire summer, he worked as a secretary and handled his duties as prom queen. He would type and handle coffee runs, getting used to the office hustle and bustle, doing all that the partner's asked of him. Blonde jokes kept his days filled with humor, as he learned quickly not to take himself too seriously. He actually quickly grew to like life in an office, a setting that he'd never before known and then by the third day, needed to change gears after work, switching back to a gown. His first time making an appearance as prom queen was quite stressful, as his mother helped get him ready after work, pumping up his makeup and snapping in curls. Just leaving the house in a new gown and tiara already seemed like it was so long ago as he arrived at an appearance to meet underprivileged children, as immediately just helping them warmed his heart. He connected with so many people and was hooked in no time, relishing the role. He never realized how much he loved children, and couldn't believe how they looked up to him. Speaking at graduation now was easy, and he soon got up each day with a spring in his step. He quickly found himself expanding the role to assist more and more charities without an ounce of urging, as he added more to his calendar, making countless appearances and even widened his debt, leasing a car so he could more easily get around. Clipping on curls and his tiara after work in the law firm ladies room would soon need to become second nature once he finished his work day, as he was on the go now with limited help. He dated Rex a few days a week, and every weekend they'd make appearances together before enjoying each other well into the night. Even with their busy schedules not always easily coordinated, their romance only seemed to expand. As the summer grew, so did their love for each other, but then came a strange September moment, as college was about to begin. "So I can't make this a long dinner, honey," said Bob, kissing Rex as he hurried into the restaurant for their date night dinner. "I promised to stop by the hospital later." "It won't be, but I need Barbie to park the tiara for a second, ok," said Rex, putting up the stop sign with his hand. "Oh sorry," said Bob, taking the crown from his head, smiling. "I guess I'm a little over dressed for dinner." "Yup, not many evening gowns in here on a Tuesday night, but that's not really what I meant," said Rex, taking his hand and closing his eyes, looking nervous. "What is it?" asked Bob, sensing something was off, getting nervous. "You can tell me?" "Well I've been trying for few days, but you've been too busy," said rex, squeezing Bob's hand and swallowing hard. "Honey, I just got a spur of the moment offer to go to Harvard Law." "Harvard law!" said Bob, stunned. "I took a call from a professor there last week for your uncle." Yes, its an offer that I can't pass up," said Rex as his hand grew sweaty. "They had someone drop out, and my uncle got me in." "Oh.... Wow," said Bob, putting on his best fake smile. "That's wonderful. I'm so proud and happy for you." "I know you are, but I also know you better than that," said Rex, unable to look at him. "We both know that means I'll be on the other side of the country for at least the next four years, ninety percent of the time and well we..." "It's ok... you don't have to say any of that," said Bob, standing up and leaning in, hugging him. "We both know what that means, and we're young. I'm not even eighteen yet, and I really am proud of you Rex." "I'm sorry.. I..." started Rex. "I know how much you've been through, and really no one asks for the prom king but they need you... and well you're the damn best prom queen any town's ever had." "Goodbye Rex," said Bob, getting up and kissing his cheek, trying to stay tough. "Wait.. Bobbi..please," said Rex, not letting go of his hand. "Please, Rex," said Bob, wiggling away his fingers. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be." As he ran outside, he held back his tears until he was alone, and then the waterworks were impossible to contain. He was suddenly single after being dumped by his boyfriend for an amazing education. Most of him fully understood the opportunity of a lifetime, but part of him still couldn't get over the hurt. He was sick to his stomach, unable to have dinner now anyway, but made sure to pull himself together and visit the hospital as planned that evening. He went right back to work though as a secretary, soon balancing community college part time after work, more dedicated than ever as the perfect prom queen. Helping others turned out to be the best healing agent he would find, as he couldn't bring himself to date again anyway, no matter how many guys asked him out. Almost six months now had passed since that early June prom and he had just stepped off the fabulous thanksgiving float. He was dressed gloriously in a festive fall pumpkin colored gown with his hair done gloriously in a side sweep, as his left shoulder was covered in long curls. It was a long morning of serving and giving thanks before getting done up for the parade, so he was exhausted when finally he got home for their thanksgiving family dinner. When he walked in, he expected everyone to be there watching football, except instead it was only Tara sitting alone with her coat on. "Hey Tara," said Bobby, hugging her. "Where is everyone?" "Well, they're at my house," said Tara, looking at him and then away. "You look really beautiful in that dress, Bobbi." "Thanks," replied Bob, confused, taking off his pumps. "And you always look great, but what's going on Tara?" "Well, I thought it would be best if just you and I talk," said Tara, looking worried. "Sure? Everything ok?" asked Bob. "I guess it depends on your perspective, but I've been wanting to tell you and I just couldn't," said Tara, beginning to cry. "You've been doing such great things representing us, and I didn't want to burden you but I couldn't wait any longer. I won't be able to hide it much longer." "Hide what?" said Bob, taking her hand as he sat next to her on the couch. "You can tell me anything?" "Ok, well of course you'll never forget prom night, but have you ever again thought about that morning," said Tara, wiping her eyes and looking into his. "Oh... about that," smirked Bob uncomfortably. "You mean about us?" "Yes," said Tara, sucking in trying to compose herself. "Well ... yeah for quite a while and a lot... but then.... we both moved on," said Bob, rubbing her back. "In fact you pushed me to move on, didn't you?... Kinda pushed me to be... well you know... a secretary... a student... a community ambassador.... well really who I am ...a girl." "Maybe, but that's not what I'm talking about," said Tara. "I meant about what we did?" "What are you saying here?" asked Bob surprised. "You did say you were bi! You're saying we should be lesbians together?" "You're beautiful, Miss Taylor but no," said Tara, softly touching his face. "I love you, but not like that. Honestly, you're not my type." "Oh," said Bob. "Then try me again here? I am blonde these days." "I know, but this you'll understand then, blondie," said Tara, hugging him for a moment. "That morning lust was about six months ago, and well you may be as pretty as any real girl plus have all the same worries these days ...... but there's one thing you don't need to worry about that I do." Tara now stood up, unbuttoning her coat and then took his manicured hand, placing his palm on her slightly round belly. "Please don't fuck with me like this," yelled Bob, pulling back his hand. "This can't be? How could you know? How many guys have you been with?" "You were the last, and I scheduled a test, a paternity test for you to take tomorrow, so we can both be 100 percent certain," said Tara, handing him the forms. "But I already know." "What about Justin?" said Bob, freaking out inside. "You said you screwed him the night before." "He had a condom on, and could barely penetrate anyone with that thimble dick," said Tara. "You on the other hand ... well let's just say I wouldn't be shocked if there were any other little future prom queens running around." "I don't know what to say?" replied Bob, distraught. "What are you asking me to do now?" "Nothing I guess. It's my responsibility, and we both know I was the one that initiated everything that morning," said Tara. "I just wanted you to know, and sure I thought about doing other things but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Really, I just thought you had the right to know, and I'd like you to take the test so we both really do know. I won't be able to hide this much longer from my parents, so all I was hoping for was support until I guess the baby's born and it gets adopted." "You plan on giving it away?" Bob asked. "I'm 17 and mostly a lesbian," said Tara with a gasp. "I never wanted kids, and the kid's father is girl now. Does that sound like a good upbringing?" "Not really?" replied Bob, putting his head down. "Of course it doesn't. I'll be at the testing center at nine am tomorrow," said Tara, standing up and putting her coat back on. "Hopefully you'll meet me there and at least we'll both know. If not, I'll understand but either way I'll be telling my family tomorrow night. See you Bobbi." Bob couldn't bring himself to do anything but run up to his room and lie back in his bed, an emotional wreck. He texted his family that he was doing some other charitable work and wouldn't be joining them at the Tomlinson house, as he eventually cried himself to sleep, in no frame of mind to celebrate thanksgiving. In the morning, he was up early dressing in his most drab neutral clothing he owned as he went out before everyone else would even be awake, and waited 2 hours in his car until the testing center opened and Tara arrived. The test would be positive just like she said, but she already knew the result before the hours it took to confirm. When it ended, they drove together to tell their parents and they both shook with fear the entire way. As they arrived at the Taylor residence, the Tomlinson's were already there, yet expecting something really different than the news which was forthcoming. Tara had always been more mature than her age as she informed their parents of their unexpected situation, taking full responsibility for her actions. With the tears and screaming blaring from both sides, there were so many questions about how this was all possible, given both of their circumstances with other date partners that weekend. The more she tried to explain and take blame, the worse it looked for Bob, as it seemed like all he had wanted to do was be in bed with a Tomlinson that weekend. The messy situation painted him like he was some open legged whore with little regard for much except sexual gratitude. In a way it was true, as he had meant no harm to anyone, instead thrust into things he could have never imagined nor could he resist. With all the good he had done since to help others, he could barely believe so much bad could come his way now as his lust was biting him in the ass. As Tara explained her plan for the future, not a dry eye could be found among the group. "Is this what I raised?" yelled Bob's father, Anthony. "I've sat back and allowed you to express yourself and to live out this craziness, thinking maybe it was a phase. Your mother lectured me that I need to shut up and let this play out, supporting you as my daughter, which I have, but now look where this got us.. SON!" "But dad," started Bob. "You know none of this was planned. We just went through that and...." "And what!" said his father, interrupting. "And nothing. A bad bet? Maybe? A teenager experimenting with sexuality... I'll even give you that? But my son or daughter or whatever the fuck you are just screwing their entire family and just running away... That I can't accept, and I won't accept and frankly... won't allow!" "What are you saying, Anthony?" screamed his mother. "The same thing you were when you made sure the idiot honored his bet... his commitment," said Anthony, looking Bob right in the eye. "You were raised to honor your commitments, Bobby and now you'll be honoring the biggest one of your life. A child needs his parents, and I'm sorry, I'll be damned if any grandchild of mine will be tossed to the curb, or even worse into some foster home or adopted by people that may not love it the way it should be loved. You step up Bobby Taylor, and do the right thing, just like you have as prom queen, because regardless if you're in a dress or pants, that's how we raised you, son!" "You're right, dad," said Bob, nodding and shaking as he stood up, taking Tara's hand. "Bobbi, what are you doing here?" said Tara, as her eyes grew wide. "The right thing," said Bob, getting down on one knee. "Tara, I'm going to change for you and our baby. I promise I'll do everything you need me too, and take care of you. Tara, will you...?" "I cannot deal with this right now!" yelled Tara, standing up, getting teary eyed and interrupting. "I'm seventeen and pregnant and my fucking hormones are raging. Look at you! You want to raise a baby with me? How? Married to me as lesbians? I respect you father very much, but you don't even know what you are saying!" "No I'll change for you," said Bob, beginning to sob. "For us and for our family. We've grown so close these last few months, and now we'll grow even closer. I'll figure out how to step down from my obligations and... ." "Please shut the fuck up! Everyone! I feel like the walls are closing in on me," cried Tara, cutting him off before wiping a tear and grabbing her coat. "This is too much for me to handle right now. I'm sorry everyone, but I need some air to think about this. Don't be mad at me Bobbi, and in a way I really do love you... all of you... but I need to sleep on this... I just can't say yes like this is a layup." With that Tara hurried out the door, leaving both families to comfort each other. For the first time in a long time, Bob had a more heart to heart conversation with his father, who mostly had taken a back seat watching his son's life play out as a daughter for a good six months. He could barely sleep a wink that night, thinking about Tara and their potential future. Finally he passed out from mental anguish deep into the night and then got up the next morning with a fresh mindset. He made phone call after phone call, apologizing for canceling his prom queen commitments that day and then went down to the kitchen, seeing his mother having coffee alone. "Morning honey," said his mother, sipping her coffee. "How did you sleep?" "Mom, you already know the answer to that, don't you?" said Bob, grabbing his pocketbook from the counter. "I guess so," said his mother. "You leaving already?" "I have a lot to do, and I'll be back later," said Bob. "So where are all my boy clothes?" "What's left is in the garage way up on the top shelf," said his mother, giving him a look. "You'll need the big ladder, and have to move some heavy stuff out of the way. So should I be asking your father to take them down?" "No, I can do everything myself," said Bob, tossing the strap of his pocketbook over his shoulder and looking down at his long nails. "It'll just have to wait though, until I get back later." "You sure about this, Bobby," said his mother, standing up, softly grasping his and arm preventing him to leave for a second. "Where are you going?" "I texted Beverly, whose coming in early for me and then I'll need to get these nails off," said Bob, extending his long nails, staring at the glimmer and then stroking them through his long hair. "I really didn't tell her much, except I needed a haircut." "Oh Bobby," said his mother, getting emotional, hugging him and touching his hair. "You really have matured and I'm so proud of you." "Ok grandma." Bob ended the hug and took his car keys, going outside. He dove to the salon and then went inside, dreading the visit he'd grown to enjoy. His hairdresser Beverly was now like an aunt to him as they spent so much time together, as she helped with special hairdos for special prom queen experiences. "Good morning Miss Bobbi," said Beverly, hugging him and leading him to the back. "I thought you had nothing special this weekend after the parade, but since you're here so early, we can get creative if you want. I've been thinking about a few new cute ideas for you, and how did your curls hold up in the wind on the float?" "The wind wasn't that bad, and as much as I'd love to try your ideas Beverly, that's not exactly why I'm here?" said Bob as she wrapped her cape around his back and lowered his chair back into the sink. "I need you to dye my hair please." "Honey, you've got a few weeks until you really need your roots done again," said Beverly, switching on the water. "Why don't we wait on that and I'll do something really cute for today. You didn't forget your extensions did you?" "Beverly, it's over for me," replied Bob, as she began shampooing his hair. "I need you to dye my hair back and give me a good haircut. A short haircut." "You want to go short?" said Beverly, surprised. "Well really a boy's cut. Whatever you think?" said Bob, tearing up. "I don't really have much of a preference right now?" "Ohhh? Really?" said Beverly, rinsing his head and switching off the water. "I'm so sorry to hear that, but let's get you to my chair and talk about this haircut. I'll do anything you want of course and tell you what I think your best options are. You know you can tell me anything, right?" "Thanks," said Bob as he sat in her chair, trying to keep his composure. "Please just do it and then get rid of the blonde too please." "Honey, cut first and color later," said Beverly, cranking his chair a bit higher and finger brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Now relax, I'm your hairdresser and in our industry we're also known as our clients unofficial shrinks. Not that you won't look really cute with a cute short cut, but what's happening to my gorgeous Bobbi. You can tell me anything honey, and let's get on the same page because as of two days ago you were in love with getting big long curls." As Bob started spilling his guts to Beverly, he broke down, barely making sense as she tried keeping him calm to not cause any scene as morning salon clientele began arriving for their appointments. They talked and she mostly listened, giving advice here and there, really acting more as a sounding board for understanding his incredible predicament. It was a good fifteen minutes of her brushing his hair back and forth without trimming a strand and then she gave him a minute to make sure he did not have cold feet. He stared at his own reflection, trying to be brave as she walked away for about five minutes and then when she returned, he took a deep breath as she stood behind his shoulders with her shears. "So we still going forward with this?" asked Beverly, playing with his hair as they both looked at his reflection. "Yes," said Bob, softly nodding, looking down. "It's the right thing, but as much I love to see your work...I just can't watch." "Ok honey. That's probably best," said Beverly, unlocking his chair and spinning it away from the mirror. He sat with some pride in his chest that he was doing what was right, yet of course felt distraught that his days as the prom queen were over. As she brushed most of his long hair away from his face and clip after clip snapped up atop his head, all he could think about were the fond memories of helping others, which now would have to be put on hold. He tried to focus on what good had come from this extremely rewarding yet now bizarre time of his life, but the constant sounds of her scissors felt like knifes. As she combed a thick section right in front of his face, he felt her sheers being positioned at brow level, causing him to peek open his eyes before wishing he hadn't looked, seeing the long blonde section slither down past his face. It was like he was watching his own hopes and dreams hit rock bottom as he saw his hair slide down his cape with his vision unimpaired now before resting dead on the floor. Just six months earlier he had such opposite feelings, each day fearful as he took step after step to towards becoming the prom date and girl he never wanted to be. Instead now as she let down each section, trimming endlessly behind his head and ears, it was like each precious moment he had unexpectedly grown to adore was being snipped away one strand at a time. It had really been years since he had a great haircut, wearing his hair moppy long as one of the rebel kids, yet now he had chosen to be a responsible parent. It was a bit overwhelming, just seeing the wisps and locks beginning to build beyond his feet on the floor and then he felt weak in the knees as he looked over, seeing her plug in an electric trimmer. When she clipped a plastic attachment to the end and switched it on, he closed his eyes, again unable to even peek as the buzzing sound came on. "Easy sweetie. You'll be fine," said Beverly as she straightened his shoulders as he lunged forward, slightly feeling like he wanted to puke the moment he felt the electric blades buzz at his neck. She now took her left hand, placing it under his chin, holding his head steady as he just sat there like a dog being sheared. What must have been two minutes of buzzing felt like the final straw to take away six months of his hard felt work, knowing a buzzed head now belonged to the boy he'd become again and would no longer be donning the tiara of the once worthy prom queen. "You ok?" said Beverly, pushing back his face. "Just a little clean up, ok?" "Yes," replied Bob as she was trimming on the sides and then came around in front. "I have to be." "You're stronger than most, honey," said Beverly. "Eyes closed for a sec until I tell you, ok? So what's next?" "Sure," said Bob, closing his eyes as she was brushing at his forehead and trimming. "Well next, I going to get my nails soaked off, and then I've got to find some of my old clothes way up in the garage once I can climb up there without breaking a nail." "You sure about that?" said Beverly, taking his hand from under his cape and guiding it behind his head, having him touch the short buzzed edges of his hair. "Try to relax. It's only a haircut." "Oh sorry, dyed what's left of my hair first then, right?" said Bob, wanting to scream not knowing that feeling since he was a little boy, when his father took him for crew cuts. "That's not what I meant?" said Beverly, pulling away his hand and taking it as he got up from her chair. "But come, follow me to the back." He followed her now into the back room through the curtain and stopped seeing a longer than expected blonde section out of the corner of his eye against his cheek. "Beverly, maybe you didn't fully understand me," said Bob, reaching up grabbing the long ends of his hair and then hurrying towards the mirror across the room. "No, I did," said Beverly smiling. "But how's that for shorter on you? It's a gorgeous cut for a girl your age?" Bob actually had to agree that his new haircut looked sexy, even if it was not what he asked for. It was crazy to see his face now in thick fluffy bangs fronting a middle part, realizing the rest of his hair no longer reached his shoulders as he was sporting a chic bob. Just a twist of his neck to see the sides and he instantly realized why he had the perception of all his hair being sheared or buzzed away. He knew he had witnessed a salon worker sweeping a sizable pile of blonde shearings from under his chair, and of course even felt the buzzed section with his own fingers. From the vanity, he grabbed a hand held mirror, holding it up and seeing the back and it took a quite a bit of twisting to believe what he saw in the rear view. He couldn't believe he was now donning a long shoulder length dramatically angled bob, with thick buzzed layers at the nape instead of the short boy cut he had braced himself to be in. "I guess it is but...." said Bob, stroking his fingers through his hair, a bit stunned. "Beverly, I don't want to be rude, but that's not at all what I asked for." "Well it's easier to take care of and will be quick," said Beverly, leaning back against the vanity. "I made sure with the layering that I can still easily blend in all you extensions and you'll be glamorous in an instant. Trust me, you won't be my only client I'll be flipping back and forth from short to long all the time." "But that's for girls with short hair, not for a boy," said Bob. "I told you my days being glamorous and in tiaras will ..." "Will have to change a bit..." said a deep voice as Bob spun around. "Sure." "Rex?" said Bob, completely caught off guard. "Hey Bobbi?" said Rex, standing there with a smirk. "You look beautiful, even with short hair. Wow, not every girl can pull that off." "Well, it's just a haircut, and not what I was..." Bob started to say before Rex interrupted. "I know what you're trying to accomplish today," said Rex. "Relax, I know everything. My sister told me everything and so did your mother." "Yeah, well," said Bob, looking down. "Things change, and they really have so much for me this year. For all of us I guess. When did you get home?" "I came home for thanksgiving, and saw your family, but obviously not you," said Rex. "I can't even imagine how difficult this is on you after all you've been through, but you're a stronger woman than I could ever even imagine." "Thanks for the support. But not for long I'm not," said Bob, taking a deep breath. "Beverly, please let's just..." "You sure about that, Barbie?" said Rex, stepping up and lifting the name plate on his chest before softly dropping it back down. "I'm not so sure she is," said his mother, entering with his father and sister. "What are all of you doing here now?" asked Bob. "Supporting you, sis," said Vanessa. "And I'm not so sure either, mom?" "Exactly?" said their mother, looking at Bob and coming over, lifting his finger. "So Bobbi I love that color on your nails. It matches your outfit so perfectly." "Oh, thanks," said Bob, looking down at his purple nails. "I did them last night? I had a lot of time to kill thinking about things, and you know I couldn't sleep." "I can imagine. They came out so pretty," smiled his mother before folding her arms, looking at him more sternly. "But even if I say well let's forget that even happened... let me ask who does their makeup and gets dressed to the nines to chop off all their hair, trying to become masculine? I mean your nails were coming off next as well right?" "I don't know, mom?" Bob answered, looking at all his jewelry and himself in a silk pants suit with stilettoes. "I guess it's just how I'm accustomed to going to the salon. I did ask where my old clothes were, and it's not like I have any alternatives in all this." "That's not entirely true, Bobby," said his father, looking at Rex. "Thank you Mr. Taylor. Bobbi, there is an alternative, and it's one that'll solve more than one error. Sure you may have had a small moment of misjudgment that June morning, but a few months back I made what I'll call a colossal mistake. In fact, a mistake I've been unable to come to terms with for months now, but they say things happen for a reason, and well Bobbi, maybe for both of us this is our second chance," said Rex, taking his hand looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry Rex," said Bob as his eyes began watering as he looked over at his family. "As much as I'd give almost anything to give you a second chance, I have to honor my commitments just like I was raised to do." "And you will Bobbi Taylor, but honor them we'll do together," said Rex, getting down on one knee. "Bobbi, with the blessing of your father, your family, and my sister... I love you and will do nothing but help make this perfect for you and our future family. Bobbi... my glorious Barbie... will you marry me?" For the better part of six months now, Bob had more shocking moments than almost any person could handle in their lifetime, as he was never more stunned than now, frozen as the sparkly diamondring slid onto his index finger. Instinctively, he twisted his wrist and stretched his fingers, never fathoming this shocking moment as he was dumbfounded, seeing the ring glisten behind his glossy nails. Before he could even say yes or no, he found Rex's lips on his like the first time they met, as Rex was controlling the kiss as Bob was too stunned to kiss back. As fast as this transpired, it had barely registered in his head as he was stuck in a moment that just couldn't be happening, as Rex's lips pressed against his. It was like he could hear every surrounding conversation as Rex's tongue swished inside his mouth, yet there was no way could they really be asking him to do what it seemed like as he had just been thrust into. These difficult few days now had somehow become celebratory, as all he could think about was that he was barely out of high school and wasn't even old enough to vote yet. When the kiss broke, he was engulfed in hugs and kisses from his mother and sister, until finally the dust seem to settle as he felt really light headed. "This is so exciting," said Vanessa. "I'm going to be the maid of honor, right?" "Of course," said his mother, tapping Vanessa before looking over at Bob. "You're going to pick your sister, right honey?" "Huhh?" replied Bob, barely paying attention as the room was spinning. "Perfect," said his mother, already planning in her head. "And I would think just Tara will be the other bridesmaid, because it's not like she has a big group of girlfriends anyway. Plus we'll need to keep this small, given all the circumstances, but don't worry we'll help with everything sweetie." "You ok, Bobbi?" said his father, looking at him inquisitively as he shook, his eyes shut tightly and then opened them back up wide. "Obviously, I can understand how shocked you might be right now, but this works for both families. Your fianc?e is giving up his Harvard education at the end of the semester and transferring back to be with you, so in turn you'll be able to raise my grandchild the way he or she should be raised." "He is?" gulped Bob, looking up at Rex. "Yes, I'll be going to school locally at the university," said Rex, squeezing his hand. "Which is probably where I always should have been, but I won't be leaving you again, my Barbie girl?" "Then congratulations are in order here then!" said his father, hugging him for the first time since he had been dressing "This is all so overwhelming." Bob melted into his father's arms, all emotional. "But dad I'm only seventeen, but I'm... I'm...." "A much stronger woman than we all could have imagined," whispered his father, giving a squeeze. "Yes, I know and we're proud of you stepping up to do the right thing." "Ouch!" screeched Bob, feeling a pinch at the back of his head as the hug ended. "Sorry!" said Beverly, standing there with a brush and shaking some hairspray. "Look up, honey." "That matches perfectly," said his mother as Bob looked down as suddenly long blonde stands were sliding down his shoulders and Beverly was brushing at his crown. "That's so pretty on her." "Yes, I have a few sets in stock, so I figured we'd try one like your mother suggested," said Beverly, holding her hand over his eyes to shield them from the hairspray. "Bobbi, sorry about the pinch, but sometimes the little hairs near the nape that are really short now can be so sensitive." "I'm so confused?" said Bob, touching the long straight hair that now flowed down to his rib cage. "You just cut off all my hair." "Honey, this is what we call a fall, which like a half wig of human hair just like your extensions. Instead of snapping in one row at a time, I snap it in all at once," said Beverly, explaining as she brushed. "This one we'll keep straight and then I'll make up a few more with all the different type of curls you like to wear just like your mother asked me to." "But then why..." Bob turned and looked towards his mother. "Wait a minute? Mom, you suggested what exactly here?" "Honey, no girl really wants short hair for her wedding, and like it or I not I know you," said his mother. "You're already the girly girl type, loving your prom queen gown, your curls and all the glitz, but guess what we'll need to become more practical now. I'm sure with all of our help, you'll still be able to balance a lot of the charity work and prom queen duties... and we all want you to. We discussed it as one big family with the Tomlinson's and we're all going to pitch in, because we think what you are doing in the community is important, and honestly amazing! You're amazing... but you're about to also be changing diapers and taking care of an infant. It's a lot of work, and that'll mean a lot less time in the salon or spending hours primping." "Oh my gawwddd!" Bob reached up, feeling his hair. "You planned this haircut and knew all about Rex proposing?" "Well, I discussed options with Beverly, and we told you that we all met as families," said his mother, finger combing his bangs. "It's a cute cut for a young busy mom, and you do look adorable in bangs I must say. Now kiss your fianc?e goodbye, because there's so much to do already, and such little time." "Call you later," said Rex, coming over and kissing his girlfriend. "Love you!" When Rex and his father now left the room, even the whirlwind he had braced himself to accept as a father had been flipped ,as he needed a moment to really let what she said sink in, as she confirmed some appointments. "I'm the mom," sighed Bob, standing up and walking over to the mirror and pinching himself. "And did he really say...." He stared at himself, now flabbergasted by his predicament, trying to come to terms with all that just happened. He'd just been told by the guy that broke his heart that he loved him, and even crazier would be flipping into motherhood after barely coming to grips thinking he had to flip the other way. He nervously twisted his finger around a thin strand of his long straight hair, still not accepting his mother had arranged for him to sport a simple bob and bangs, because he?d have less time to himself like any new mom. In a way maybe he had been playing dress up for six month as prom queen, and had lit