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The Sun will come out Tomorrow By Jena Corso Edited by no one - editor needed for some of my stories. Please email me if interested and thank you Chapter one It was a beautiful spring afternoon as their mother waved goodbye to the bus driver as brother and sister came happily off the bus as another week of school had ended. Emily practically sprinted up the sidewalk excitedly from the corner leaving her mother and brother in the dust as she hoped around awaiting their arrival on their porch. "Ok, ok," chuckled her mother turning the key in the front door as Emily practically knocked her over to get inside. "Easy honey! She won't be here for another half hour." "I know but I'm going to get ready," said Emily tossing away her back pack and running up the stairs. "What am I wearing? You ironed everything already right?" "Of course I did," said her mother loving her eagerness. "You showered last night so just wash up and then I'll help you if you want." "Ok," said Emily as she raced up the stairs as her brother finally wandered in as he was in no rush as all. "I just ran the water and get in the tub Timmy as Nana will be here soon," said his mother the second he dropped down his backpack. "Seriously, mom! We just got home!" said Timmy annoyed. "It's Friday and I just want to crash and play some video games in my room." "You know it's your sister's birthday weekend and we're celebrating with your grandmother," said his mother. "I told you this like five times this week." "She just had her party yesterday with all her annoying friends," said Timmy. "It's over now and isn't that enough?" "Well that was her actual birthday with her friends but Nana wants to do something special for her," said his mother. "Something family related just like she does for you each year as well. Did you forget her taking us all to Yankee stadium when it was your birthday weekend? Now run up and get in that tub." "Yeah but I didn't make her come with me to the baseball game. You did," said Timmy as he wandered slowly up the stairs. "I'd rather she didn't and I'm sure she'd rather me not come to whatever stupid girl things she has us going to either." "Just get in the tub mister and wash really good!" yelled his mother. "Especially that rats nest that you were supposed to get cut three times now lazy boy. You're lucky your father's away or he'd buzz your head." "Yeah I was going to do that today but then you're having me do this stupid stuff," moaned Timmy slamming the door annoyed as he got in and soaked in the tub. He did enjoy playing with his battle ships in the tub as he wasted time pretending to sink half the fleet. His father was in the navy and had given him the ships as a token as it was tough on everyone with him being away for long periods at a time. He had now been off to sea for almost six months and Timmy, a rumbustious eight year old seemed to get more and more brazen each day without his father around. His mother did the best she could with the kids and income they had as they lived a normal middle class life in the New Jersey suburbs. His father's mother was their only grandparent and lived within driving distance as she always made sure to be there for every holiday and event in their lives making sure they longed for nothing. She was helping more and more now as they were expecting their third child in just a few more months and not exactly sure if their father would be back in time for the new baby's arrival. "How's my favorite boy?" said his grandmother barging into the bathroom. "Hi Nana," said Timmy a little embarrassed as she violated his privacy covering up under the water as she kissed his forehead. He hated that bright lipstick on his forehead that she left every time he saw her as he reached up one hand cleaning off the spot. "I missed you sweetie. Aren't you just a little dirt monk," she said teasing knowing he hated the lipstick on his head yet made sure to leave it every time as she squirted some shampoo into her fingers and lathered up his hair. "I can hardly tell the difference between all the dirt on your face and your freckles." "Nana, I can do it myself and it's just so dusty outside," chirped Timmy pulling away his head. "I'm not a baby anymore you know and I don't need you to scrub me." "Of course you don't my sweetie but we've got a schedule to keep and it doesn't work on Timmy time. Plus remember even once your new brother is born you'll always be Nana's baby. All of you will. Don't you worry about that honey," said his grandmother dipping him back into the water and rinsing out the shampoo. "Now soap up good you little stinker. Ten minutes with the conditioner in and then be downstairs. We have a show tonight and we can't be late!" "A show?" moaned Timmy as saturated him in conditioner and then squirted some fragrant bath gel in the tub turning on the hot water for a minute. "Great?" "Ten minutes honey," said his grandmother turning off the faucet and closing the door. He rolled his eyes annoyed as both himself and his ships were covered in bubbles. They slowly dissipated as he lathered up with the soap she tossed in and then sat back relaxing not worried about the time at all. "Nana, says ten minutes is up," said his sister when the time had elapsed cracking the door and yelling in. "Hurry up. If I'm late, I'll kill you." Timmy blew off his sister lying back for another minute until his mother stormed in. "Didn't you hear her?" said his mother annoyed pulling the plug on the water. "Get out right now mister and don't be difficult." "Fine," said Timmy with some attitude as his mother placed down two towels. "Hey, you didn't leave me any underwear?" "Dry off and wrap yourself in a towel. Nana bought you new clothes and everything's downstairs," said his mother with her hands on her hips. "Now am I staying to dry you myself or are you getting out?" "Getting out?" moaned Timmy dipping back his head and washing out all the conditioner as his mother left. He got out drying off with one towel and then wrapped the other around his waist walking down as everyone was awaiting him. His grandmother patted a chair for him to come over right next to his sister who was already dressed and having her hair braided by his mother. He hated when he had to get dressed up but knew this was probably the case and it was even worse when his grandmother got involved as she was so meticulous. He saw the plastic bag on a hanger that seemingly had some ridiculous suit inside and noticed a series of hair products on the kitchen table. It seemed just like the Christmas routine where he found himself in the most annoying little red bowtie and grey suit with his hair gelled back as he moved ever so slowly towards her dreading being dressed up. "Just sit and don't make it difficult for her," said his mother as Timmy slowly sat down sulking as Emily jumped up happily ready. "Now you run up and we'll call you when it's time Emmie." "Perfect but hurry please," said Emily skipping across the room and hurrying upstairs. It took only a minute or two for his grandmother to remove most of the moisture from his hair as she turned on the blow dryer and used her fingers. When it was only damp she took a spray bottle with gel squirting it from side to side and then took a comb working it in. "Nana, I hate that slicked back pretty boy style," pleaded Timmy. "Please just let me wear my baseball cap like I do to school every day. I don't wanna wear a suit and my hair's too long for that slicked back stuff now until I get a haircut anyway." "Oh my Timmy Timmy Timmy," said his grandmother shaking her head. "Remember it's your sister's weekend not yours and I'll ask you nicely first to be cooperative but then the second time Nana will get quite angry if I have to ask again. None of us want that do we dear?" "No but..." started Timmy as she stopped him from speaking putting her finger to his lips. "Now the good news is that you won't have to wear a suit but you will be dressed appropriately understand me?" said his grandmother. "Ok," nodded Timmy feeling a little better. "But Nana will need to do something nicer with that messy hair of yours," said his grandmother brushing it away from his face to keep it out of his eyes. "I mean you should have had a haircut already but I never realized how unruly it's gotten as you never take off that stupid baseball cap. But there'll be no baseball cap this weekend so I expect you'll not give me a hard time at all while I fix it." "Fine," said Timmy irritated but accepting as she again combed the sides. "Good because now that all that is settled what we're doing from here on is for Emily," said his grandmother. "I'll finish the hair in a bit as I'd rather get him out of the wet towel. Now how much does he weigh?" "Oh he's not that heavy maybe forty pounds but that's way much for you mom," said Timmy's mother. "I'll bring a chair over and he can climb up." "Nonsense, I carry in the fifty pound bag of dog food all the time from the car and this just straight up," said his grandmother taking him by the hand. "Stand up dear and come here for a minute." "Whoaaaa," yelped Timmy after following her a few steps as she lifted him onto a table as he was suddenly seated facing her. "Now lie back dear," said his grandmother gently lifting his feet onto the table and swiveling him into a position lying back. "Nana's stronger than you thought right?" "I don't understand?" said Timmy stunned. "Isn't this the table for the new baby?" "Well not yet and remember our deal," said his grandmother undoing his towel and it pulling it out from under his but. "Because hopefully this isn't necessary but we're going to be in a lot of traffic and they'll be no time to stop. Really it's a good precaution anyway because you won't be able to redress yourself anyway in your outfit without help and once I dress you I've got the feeling you're going to be fairly nervous until you get used to it." "Get used to what?" cried Timmy twisting his neck up not believing what he was seeing his grandmother take from a package. "Oh no Nana. No way!" "Stop it immediately," said his mother joining her and pushing down his neck. "From this moment forward you'll stop whining or trust me I'll make sure you stay in this thing so long you'll be begging for a new one." "I don't understand," pleaded Timmy as they lifted his legs and he felt it sliding into position under him. "I've never had a problem like wetting myself." "How quickly they forget," said his grandmother as he could see her squirting the Balmex all over her index finger. "Honey you did up until almost five," said his mother comforting him touching his face as he starting squirming as he felt his grandmother rub the white ointment all over his private area. "Obviously you don't remember the night terrors you had when you were little and destroyed two mattresses but we certainly do." "I guess it's better you don't honey," said his grandmother shaking the baby powder all over his bottom. "But you see in today's outfit we can't have you soaking it like you do the floor when you miss hitting the water which seems to be more the norm than not. Undoubtedly you'd wet something with all the layers and things you'd have to pull down so this is better for many reasons beyond just the long drive. So no need to worry now if any accidents occur because Nana will clean them no problem and this will keep you dry and neat." "I can't believe you're treating me like a baby," moaned Timmy as he heard the Velcro tabs secure him in. "I'm eight years old!" "Well since you brought that up dear, not this weekend you're not," said his mother as he sat up staring down at himself diapered. "You know how much trauma it was on Emily when she found out I was having a boy as she had her heart set on having a little sister. You know she needed counseling at school to accept it and with their advice we planned this special weekend for her." "So that's why you diapered me? You want me to act younger than her and let her be my big sister?" cried Timmy. "She's only a year younger than me and if I really need to do that for her to feel better for one weekend away from home than fine. Now just let me out of this!" "I'm so glad you're willing to help play along Timmy," said his grandmother kissing his forehead. "But I already told you it would be difficult to handle not to wet yourself in your outfit so for tonight this will be our plan. If you adjust well and then we'll see if you can just handle some panties tomorrow. I've already packed everything so either way we're all set." "You meant my undies Nana," laughed Timmy as he leaned back wiping the lipstick from his forehead again. "Lie back honey," said his Nana as he watched her open a package of white tights and roll them up. "But if that helps make you more comfortable you can call them that then sure but little girls call them panties honey." Before he could say another word his grandmother lifted his right ankle and then the left as he couldn't believe what he was seeing as she rolled ivory tights down his legs. Stunned he couldn't even react she lifted his right leg higher which elevated his rear momentarily allowing her to pull them over his diaper quite snugly. When the waistband snapped over his naval he was ready to jump from the changing table and then his mother pushed down on his stomach. "One more second honey," said his mother as made sure he was again lying back flat as she knew he was panicked now. "Mom, I said I'd pretend to be younger but I didn't say I'd do this," cried Timmy stretching his neck seeing his grandmother with a hand full of ruffles. "And I really wasn't asking," said his mother as his Nana was lifting his ankles again. "Eight year old boys don't get to make the rules honey." "And neither do five year old girls," said his grandmother as the sea of white fluffy ruffles slid up his legs. "Exactly," said his mother with her hands on her hips making sure he knew they were dead serious. "Now you'll do what you're told or would you prefer I invite all your friends that are playing outside in to see how cute you look already?" "No," cried Timmy getting emotional as the next waistband snapped over the tights now. "Thanks that's better sweetie," said his grandmother as he felt her placing some shoes on his feet. "I told you he'd be fine. Now don't worry you just do as I say and Nana will make sure you'll be fine." "Ok?" mumbled Timmy shivering as his grandmother buckled his shoes across his ankles. "Sit up please honey," said his mother outstretching her arms helping him sit up. "Now just be a good little girl so we can finish getting you ready and then no one will be the wiser." "Ok then! Let's get you down and go sit at the kitchen table again please," said his grandmother softly placing him down on the floor as he looked over at his mother turning beat red. She took him by the hand back into to the kitchen and then had him climb up into the elevated stool height seat at the granite center isle in the middle of the kitchen. She then swiveled his chair away from the counter towards her as he was seated clothed from the waist down while she turned her attention back to his hair. He stared intently at his grandmother now as she lifted his chin while his mother looked on intently while his Nana began brushing. "Mom, please this is not funny" yelled Timmy as his grandmother mother put some bobbi pins between her teeth and he watched her shake a little pump spray he knew was his sisters. "I'm not laughing honey. I'd never poke fun. This is too important," said his mother taking his hand. "Just admiring dear." "Oh please honey," said his grandmother squirting a smelly girly substance in his hair as she brushed feverishly. "Relax it just dried too fast and I'm just wetting it so I can shape a little. One way or the other you were getting a haircut this weekend anyway." Timmy felt sick to his stomach as she combed through the left side now a few times now and then the right stretching it down as it hung on his shoulders. She now gathered the middle from temple to temple behind his forehead before twisting the entire section atop his crown and securing it atop his head. She swiveled his chair as she squirted more gel on the sections hanging down as she combed through them over and over as he could feel the dampness on his neck. When she placed down the spray, he could see her stretching it on the left out of the corner of his eye and then his vision was blocked by her forearm as his mother handed her the scissor. As quickly as she pinched the ends with her fingers, he heard the scissors sheer the clippings into her palms as he was getting a haircut whether he liked it or not? When he tried twisting to see, she lifted his face working on the right and then wiped her hands with a towel as he couldn't yet tell what was done feeling himself start to shiver uneasily. "Be still honey," said his grandmother adjusting his head. "Chin down please." With his face looking down it was pretty sickening as he started at the layers of girly ruffles that covered his lap. It was hard not to fidget as he felt the cold blade behind his neck and then before he knew she had returned his face away from the floor lifting his chin to look straight ahead. "I can already tell it's going to be cute mom!" said his mother as his grandmother removed the clip from the top and then brushed it to intermingle with the sides. "Please!" moaned Timmy as she continued trimming. "That doesn't sound good mom." "You kidding?" said his mother lecturing. "Your father would hate you letting it get so unruly hidden under that disgusting baseball cap anyway." "Yes and then blame your mother and I for being lax with you," said his grandmother soaking it further with the girly detangler. "So you were so overdo anyway sweetie." "Then you helped without even knowing it then," giggled his mother as his grandmother created a middle part. "Better for this weekend for Nana to work with that you let grow so long so you should be at least happy about that?" "Please mom," cried Timmy his grandmother again combing through all the sides. She now brushed on the left before trimming and then repeated it flipping back to the right. Back and forth she went a few times before trimming in the back at his neckline again and then he felt her patting it all around his face with her fingers against his neck. "Almost done honey," said his Nana brushing feverishly into his eyes. "Eyes closed please." "Please hurry! This is freaking me out Nana," whined Timmy basically spitting out the gel as she spayed it covering the section on his forehead. "Spewww. Yuck! Please get that out of my face!" "Well I was debating this but as you wish princess," said his grandmother getting annoyed as the sheers slid across the bridge of his nose and then the yuckie taste was soon gone. "Maybe keep that big mouth closed please." "Please don't call me that," gulped Timmy looking down seeing his mother grab a clump of hair from his bare chest. "Oh noooo! Mooomm!" "Well you better get over that and quick," said his mother as she reached over tossing the clump on the counter atop the towel as his grandmother again brushed through his forehead. "Now stop whining already." "Oh she will! Won't you honey. Again be still. You made me cut them a little crooked," said his grandmother holding under his chin firmly with her left palm and then positioning the scissors right at brow level across his forehead. "Now nice and slow this time so we get it right dear." All Timmy could do was gulp feeling the sheers make another pass leisurely and ever so meticulously trimming across his forehead. "Much better," said his grandmother pulling back and wiping some clipping from is cheek. "Is this adorable on her or what?" "Please don't call me her Nana," moaned Timmy as she dug in her comb on one side of his temple creating a side part and brushing his hair into her plam. She then created the same part on the opposite side as she'd sectioned the entire crown behind his new bangs brushing it into her palm. "You wanted to be called Timmy like this?" said his Nana spraying the section with gel and then taking a band from her wrist. "How about this mom?" said his mother digging through a container filled with colorful bows and clips. "It should match perfect?" "Oh very pretty dear," said his grandmother as she began winding in the little clear elastic band a few times. "Almost there honey." "Oh no! Please," pleaded Timmy seeing nothing but pink out of the corner of his eye and then his grandmother began stretching his hair. "Ouucchh. That hurts Nana." "Now don't make this worse than it is because I'll redo it as many times as it takes to get it right," said his grandmother pulling it out and twisting in the band until it really tight this time. "Sit still please and we're almost done for now." Timmy was ready to explode with tears as he felt her tug on the ends of his hair in every direction atop his head aggravated by the obvious tension as the band pulled down tightly. He was being as tough as he could under the circumstances as she covered his eyes and saturated his head in hairspray but no longer could he fight back the tears as he a felt snap at the crown of his head. "How adorable is that mom?" yelped his mother as his Nana slipping in a few bobbi pins then leaned back pleased with her work. "It brings back such wonderful memories and almost makes me wish the new baby was going to be a girl." "I know! Now hurry and get the dress Felicia," said his grandmother looking at her watch. "I can hardly wait to call his sister and see her in it. We're right on schedule. Get up honey." Timmy's legs were shaking as he got to his feet scared shitless that they were taking him out like this. Just the sight of his mother approaching with his outfit under plastic on the hanger made him feel like he was about to soil his diaper and then the sound of the plastic being ripping made him completely tense up. "Arms up sweetie," said his mother tapping his elbow from behind as it felt almost like he was a character in one of his video games facing the firing squad as he raised his arms to the sky on command. One second later though he knew he wasn't as it may have been wishful thinking on his part yet instead his vision was momentarily blurred by the soft garment sliding down past his face. In a flash it was over as he felt the zipper ride up his back and then he wobbled slightly jelly legged from the tugging behind his back as his mother tied the bow. "Oh mom!..... It fits perfect," said his mother softly clapping excitedly as she spun him for his grandmother to take it all in before exhaling and yelling up the stairs. "Emily, hurry down honey. We're ready to go and Nana and I have a wonderful surprise for you." "Of course it does," said his Nana proudly. "You think I don't know their sizes inside out. I buy half their clothes." Timmy never felt so humiliated in his life as there he was standing in black and white dress with white tights and black Mary Janes on his feet. On top the white bodice had short flutter sleeves with black lace trim and a thin black lace rounded collar. In the middle a thick pink ribbon separated the thick black and white stripes of the full skirt which was hemmed half way between his knees and ankles ending in the same thin layer of black lace. In the back the pink ribbon was tied in a large bow and matched the only other pink accent perfectly which sat atop his head. "What is it! What is it?" yelled Emily hurrying down the stairs and the stopping seeing Timmy standing there frozen. "Wait who's that? Who's the little gir--.... Huuughhh!!! That's not..?" "Honey, we thought we'd surprise you that you get to be the big sister for birthday weekend like you wished for," said her mother throwing up her arms. "Now since the baby couldn't be your little sister you hoped for then we found the next best thing! What do you think?" "You're kidding me?" yelled Emily in shock. "That's Timmy!" "Well yes but not for this weekend darling," said her grandmother smiling. "Don't you just love how cute your little sissy turned out!" "Oh my gawwwwwdddd! Yes! Yes! Yes!" screamed Emily skipping over and jumping up and down. "And the dress! You put her in the little sister version of my dress. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "You're welcome honey and Nana has even fancier dresses when we go out tonight," said his grandmother touching her heart and grasping her daughter in-laws wrist and gazing over at Timmy. "Oh I'm so happy for her Felicia. See what a good thing we did honey." For a moment Timmy felt good for his sister as he did know how depressed she had been that the baby would be a boy but that flash of kindheartedness quickly faded to fear as his mother wheeled their suitcases and a series of bags towards the door. "Shall we ladies," said his mother. "Oh one second," said their Nana. "Just run up and get a doll for you and one for sissy. Don't worry about the outfits because tomorrow we'll be getting new ones when we have lunch with them at American Girl Place." "Yes!!" screamed Emily again as she jumped for joy and practically flew up the stairs barely touching the treads before quickly returning with two redheaded dolls and a little case of accessories. "Here little sis and this is Joanie," said Emily handing her brother a doll. "Nana, I know you said we'll be getting some new outfits for them but they do need something to wear there of course!" "Oh of course darling," giggled her grandmother. "And wait?" said Emily staring at her brother thinking. "We just can't leave without my little sister having an appropriate name right? I'm sure she doesn't want to have a gross boyish name all weekend? That would be quite embarrassing right sissy?" "You want to me to say I want a girl's name," gulped Timmy feeling his sister already beginning to emasculate him. "Why not?" said Emily circling him touching his hair and then sliding her fingers over his dress. "You didn't ask Nana to give you precious little haircut and put on such an adorable dress to not feel really pretty? Did you sissy?" "I didn't ..." started Timmy. "Of course she didn't honey," said his mother giving him a look interrupting. "But mom I..." started Timmy turning red with anger as his grandmother cut him off. "She's a wonderful little sister and that's a wonderful thought but let's think about that in the car girls," said their Nana. "This is going to be a weekend to remember girls but it won't be if we don't get going as the traffic into the city will be murder." "Good idea," said their mother turning around her phone. "Now one shot together and out we go girls." "Smile with big sissy," said Emily proudly standing next to her brother as his mother waited until she goated him into smiling and snapped a few quick shots. There it was he thought, caught on film wanting to scream as his sister had her arm around him proudly. He already had some insecurity about her being younger and slightly taller than him as it seemed like she had inherited her height from their six ft. plus father and he may have gotten his from his five foot two mother. His mother always told him that would change when he got older but that didn't make him feel any better today as he stood there suddenly the little sister as his mother swung open the front door and loaded the luggage in the back of the mini-van. Just hearing the kids outside playing as the front door was half open send a tremble through his body as he heard his mother close the trunk and return to get them. "So I put the big booster seat in that I had in the trunk for you honey just in case," said his mother taking him by the hand. "Your sister will sit on your side and you'll be in the baby seat. I know you don't really need it but there are a lot of your friends outside playing. Just walk out like any little girl would holding your dollie and it'll look more natural in case any of your friends look in." "Mom, I can't," whined Timmy horrified as his sister was three steps ahead of him with their grandmother. "If anyone sees me I'll...." "Ssshh, you'll be fine sweetie," said his mother taking his hand. "Just get right in the car and no one will be the wiser. Do you notice little girls in pretty bows and dresses getting in cars when you're playing football in the street with your friends?" "Well?" started Timmy knowing she was right. "I guess not." "Exactly, so walk and don't draw any attention. Now come because once we're in the city no one there will know you anyway," said his mother leading him outside by the hand. "Trust me you're as cute as a button." As she then turned locking the door, he couldn't bear to look as he heard everyone laughing and playing quickly bowing his head instantly feeling the weight of the obvious bow atop his new girly hairdo. He looked down at the pavement avoiding any eye contact as she led him to the car and then just inches away heard a familiar yell that he himself had screamed many times. "Heads up," yelled the voice and then he felt his mother tense up as she squealed. "Heeeaaddsss UP!" "Huuugghhh," shrieked his mother squeezing his hand as he found himself being yanked. Out of the corner of his eye he saw bright yellow Nerf football bounce right in front of them and then ricochet off the side of the mini-van. His mother's instinct was to pull him away from the errant throw which she did but in no way could she anticipate to the rebound as it bounded smacking Timmy in the side of the head. "You ok little girl?" shouted a boy as he ran across the driveway to pick up his ball. "I'm so sorry Mrs. O'Rourke." "I'm fine," grumbled Timmy kicking the ball away from them so the boy won't get too close before turning away quickly getting in the mini-van. "Oh she's fine," said his mother turning towards the boy grabbing his forearm as he was about to run across the lawn to get it and scolding him a little. "Just be more careful Stevie." "Sorry, we will," said Stevie feeling bad. "Can Timmy come out to play?" "Oh, Timmy's not inside right now honey," said Felicia trying to get rid of him. "Next time ok?" "Ok, here. This should make her feel better," said Stevie taking a lollipop from his back pocket. "I got an extra one today when I got my haircut and I was saving it for Timmy. I thought I'd see him at the barber right after school cause he said you were making him go but he never showed." "Oh what a sweet gesture honey and maybe next time you two can go together," said Felicia messing his hair a little playfully as she purposely blocked his view into the car. "I like that haircut on you Stevie but don't worry your friend got a really cute haircut too. So run along now and we'll see you soon ok?" "Ok," said Stevie turning and walking away. Felicia turned away to close the mini-van door as she saw Timmy looking petrified just sitting there. "See it's fine," said his mother. "Buckle up honey." "Doesn't fit mom," grumbled Timmy as the straps were too small. "It's fine," said his mother leaning into the minivan adjusting the straps to fit him and then straightening his dress as he was suddenly harnessed in like a toddler. "Sorry, Mrs. O'Rourke. I almost forgot," said Stevie pulling the wrapper of the lollipop handing in around Felicia's back right to Timmy. "Here little girl and see you later everyone." Timmy was completely stunned as he found himself staring at a lollipop in Stevie's outstretched hand now face to face with his friend as he now felt a warm rush fill his pants. "It's ok. Take it," said Stevie looking him dead in the face as he couldn't believe what had transpired taking the lollipop from one of his best buddies who didn't recognize him at all quickly running off retrieving the football on the lawn as Timmy stuck it in his mouth. "See all good except this will annoyed me in the rear view mirror," said his mother pulling out his crooked bow and tugging on the ends of hair tightening the scrunchie before re-clipping it in tightly. "Much better! These clips are so pretty but not made for heading footballs." There was nothing Timmy could say as his mother closed the door and then got in the front driver's seat. Everyone waved to his family as his mother backed out of the drive way as it was almost hard to accept that they had just gotten away without anyone spotting him. "See no one even noticed little sis?" said Emily tapping his leg gently. "Don't worry I'm going to make sure I take good care of you and it's so nice to have a little sister." "I bet you're happy Nana fixed that hair all pretty right now aren't you?" said his mother as she adjusted the rear view mirror before backing up. "Between the bangs and the bow, I'm pretty sure you could have sat having dinner with them and they wouldn't have recognized you." "Ok mom! Please," grumbled Timmy as he sat there quietly looking up staring at the edges of his bangs across forehead and then seeing his reflection in the rear view mirror. "I really don't want to think about that." He was sickened seeing how his grandmother had trimmed his hair in front into little bangs and the gathered the crown section behind it into a fountain style high pony behind a big pink bow resulting in an infantile style. The shiny pink two tiered silk bow had a short black and white piece of lace beneath it cementing his dainty look as this precious new hairdo certainly aided his cover. Even his natural Irish red hair seemed a few shades toned down as all the product she squirted onto it made it appear so much darker. In some strange way he was thankful his grandmother had made him look passable as he really started to sense the wetness now. He was trying to figure out if it was his mind playing games with him or could his Nana have of really anticipated that this could happen. "She's right Felicia," said his grandmother. "What a good little sister you have Emily." "I know," said Emily reaching over touching his arm. "I love her so much. Now what about names sissy? You said we'd talk about that in the car?" "Do we have to?" moaned Timmy. "I really..!" "Go easy on that Emily," said their mother interrupting. "Your little sister might be a little tired so maybe we'll talk later? Maybe take a nap?" "Mom, I'm not tired but I'm really hungry," yelped Emily interrupting her mother. "How long until we get there for dinner?" "Not for a while!" scolded her mother. "It's over an hour of traffic." "We won't have time for a nice dinner tonight Felicia," said their grandmother. "Between traffic, parking and check in we better get them something they can eat on the ride." "You're right," said Felicia putting on her turning signal. "We'll get some McDonalds for the ride but nothing that will get on those dresses. Understood girls?" "Yes. Chicken nuggets please," said Emily. They turned now into the drive through and their mother ordered some happy meals. As they pulled to the first window to pay their grandmother took out her money and became pushy as her daughter in-law started pushing her away. "Mom, I got it," said Felicia pushing away her money. "You can't pay for everything this weekend." "I can and I will Felicia," said their grandmother. "Now just take it and don't give me a hard time. It's my weekend to spoil my girls please." "Two happy meals, two big Mac dinners and that'll be $24.20 please," said the girl at the window. "Boys or girls toy for the Happy Meals?" "Girls please," grinned their mother glancing in the rear view mirror. "Oh hi Mrs. O'Rourke," said the girl recognizing them. "Hi Emily!" "Oh hi Claire," said Felicia. "I didn't know you worked here too. How many jobs do you have?" "Oh just three. College is expensive," said Claire taking the money. "Mom, this is one of Emily's dance teachers," said Felicia. "Claire this is my mother in law." "Hi!" waved Claire handing back the change. "And who is that little cutie? I didn't know you had another daughter? What's your name princess?" "Well... Umm," started Timmy panicking searching for a lie. "Oh she's so shy! How cute are you honey?... Excuse me one second," said Claire speaking into the microphone to another customer. "Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?" "Mom, please what do I say?" whispered Timmy. "Remember she knows me! She helped me with math homework twice in the waiting area." "Oh yes," said his mother catching herself. "Then you sure you..." "Yes please! Quick," said Timmy cringing seeing Claire loading the food in the bags. "Please mom, give me a girl name." "Well if your weren't born a boy, you were going to be Julianna," said his mother. "That's so pretty," said Emily liking the name. "So sorry, Mrs. O'Rourke," said Claire handing her the bags. "So people think they are our only customers and so sorry sweetie. You were about to say?" "Oh no problem," said Felicia. "She's just like another daughter. That's Julianna." "Well she's as beautiful as her name," said Claire waving to him. "Good seeing you again and bring the little cutie to class with Emily next time. I definitely can tell she'd make a perfect little ballerina. See ya girls." Claire waved and blew a kiss towards them as they drove off now pulling over for a minute as she handed out all the food and plenty of napkins. "What's that smell mom?" said Emily sniffing her bag and the air. "I think Julianna might have?" "Honey, are you wet?" said his mother as she turned her nose into the backseat getting a whiff. "Maybe a little," said Timmy completely embarrassed. "I lost control a little I think when I got scared seeing Stevie in my face." "It's fine my baby," said his grandmother popping off her seatbelt. "You take one minute to eat Felicia and I'll change her in the back. There's nothing to be embarrassed about Julianna as remember Nana expected this could happen on a long ride and the good news is we're prepared. Now let's get you changed and don't worry as I've done this a million times before on you." His grandmother undid his seatbelt now and he couldn't believe the weight between his legs the moment he stepped from the child seat to his feet. It felt beyond gross just walking outside the car and then there she was lying a plastic mat inside the back of the Mini-van and then she lifted him inside. It was completely demeaning lying back and then having his dress lifted as he lied back as she pulled down his big ruffled over liner panty and hose. "Oh, well good thing you said something or next time you'd have leaked out and soiled your dress," said his grandmother pulling out the saturated diaper. "Always tell Nana and she'll clean you up immediately. Last thing I want is you to have a diaper rash or an infection because you like being a dirty girl honey. You don't want to have to go to the doctor like this right?" "No Nana," moaned Timmy as she wiped him everywhere and then slid another diaper on. "Please no." "Good girl," said his grandmother reapplying Balmax and powder and then before he knew it he was completely redressed standing up ready to go back to his seat. "Oh and I'm glad we still have this!" It didn't even matter anymore as she pulled out a big plastic bib from the diaper bag and then buckled him back in his seat. Around his neck it went and then his grandmother completely covered any visible spot of his dress napkins and then they were finally on their way. They each scoffed down their nuggets and fries as he was almost afraid to sip his milk not wanting to even think about urinating again while dressed like this. The food was too salty though so he did and then they tossed all the garbage in a bag neatly. "I've got more napkins Julianna," said his grandmother turning back watching them every second. "If you wipe those hands on that dress I'll kill you." When they finished she cleaned their hands with wipes and then applied a fruity hand sanitizer as Timmy knew she meant business. She said nothing about taking off his bib but he kept quiet falling asleep until finally he was awoke as they arrived at the parking garage in the city. His sister was never more excited as he soon found himself pulling a pink "Barbie" suit case with one hand and his dollie in the other as they walked into the big hotel. She was out of control jumping on the bed when they got up to their room as he sat there watching tv while his mother unpacked. His grandmother was in the bathroom freshening up and then called out to his sister when the door opened. "Oh please Nana," screamed Emily. "Can I! Can I! Please I promise I'll do a good job." "Ok just a little though right," said his grandmother before calling him. "Julianna come here please darling." He rolled his eyes getting off the edge of the bed and then his grandmother spun him around unzipping his dress the moment he got into the bathroom. As his dress hit the floor she had him step out of it and then lifted him up in just his tights and shoes. She plopped him sitting on the vanity with his legs hanging down as he was suddenly face to face with Emily as she hopped up standing on the closed toilet seat. "Look up sissy," said Emily as Timmy's eyes widened seeing the mascara wand in her hand slid right across his lashes. "Stay still." "This too?" gulped Timmy suddenly being coated by his sister. "Just a little Emmie," said his grandmother just helping her along stroke a few times. "It's not a recital on stage. Just a night out looking pretty." "I know Nana," said Emily doing one more coat. "But I've waited my whole life for a little sissy and I want to make sure she looks beautiful tonight." "Oh I'm sure she will," said her grandmother as she touched on some blush. "And she already does. Go easy." "Yes Nana! Close sissy," said Emily adding a little pink eye shadow while her grandmother wiped off some of the unnecessary blush. Timmy stood silently with his eyes closed until she finished and then popped them open when he felt the stickiness across his mouth. He was completely dumfounded being made up by his sister as his grandmother finally stopped her and then took a few moments fixing where she over did it. "Good job honey," said Nana helping her out of her dress as well. "Now run to mommy and get dressed Emmie. I'll finish little Jules." Timmy already hated his new name and the nicknames even made it worst as she lifted him to the floor and then brought him back inside. Barely back in the bedroom, he watched as his sister easily step into a pink glittery dress and in an instant it was zipped up. Being the little girl on the other hand wasn't as simple as his Nana placed him on the bed and laid him back checking his diaper. Pulling down his pampers and tights took a little work but happily it was still dry so quickly back up they went. She stood him back to his feet now and he wondered what kind of dress this was as a few layers of white tulle were dropped over his head surrounding waist. It was pretty embarrassing being stared at like a topless fairy by his sister but then it was over quickly as a big dress dropped over his head. "Oh boy," he sighed unmistakably the little sister as the almost babyish dress mushroomed around his waist as he was suddenly surrounded in a satin dress. "Is this the most darling little thing or what Felicity?" said his grandmother fastening button after button behind his back. "You've outdone yourself mother," said their mother coming over pulling out his bow as his grandmother tied the huge sash in the back in a bow. "I can't help when I see these dresses," said his grandmother tugging at the skirt straightening the crinoline beneath it as his mother undid the elastic hair tie and then brushed the section into her fingers. "Ouch mom," whined Timmy as she stretched and twisted it towards the left side. "Easy, you keep hurting me with this stuff." "Sorry Julianna," said his mother as she snapped in a huge bow as Timmy felt it press against his head. "You're just not used to having pretty hair but get used to it this weekend little cutie!" Timmy stood there now sickened about to be taken out into the big city as his mother stepped back and spritzed him with some flowery hairspray. Before it even began, he couldn't wait for it to end not even able to see his feet as the dress puffed out from the under layers of crinoline. "You know what Nana," said Emily running over. "I used to have a dress like that too and I think I wore that bow on my third birthday!" "Yes I remember," said her grandmother rubbing Emily's back. "And now it's Julianna's turn to wear it. It's a good thing we kept it." "Ok! Time to go girls," said their mother having to turn away before she laughed realizing Emily was right and that her comment was adding oil to the fire. "A few quick pictures and we're out of here." Before he even knew she was filming his mother was videoing them solo and then with Emily hugging him. "You sit Julianna," said his grandmother bringing over a chair. "Cross a like lady and just let Nana fix your dress and I think that'll look nice." Timmy sat as Emily stood next to him smiling from ear to ear as his grandmother crossed his ankles and straightened his dress. "Smile girls," snapped his mother as before there was a moment of objection he smiled realizing in a sitting position he was unmistakably the little sister as Emily seemed so much taller hovering over him. "Can I see mommy?" said Emily as her mother spun around the phone as Timmy's stomach dropped seeing himself in the picture. Bad enough again she had recorded his dainty image for the second time now as there he was staring at himself in a hallmark moment resembling the little girl in the family. If any of his friends didn't blink an eye before not recognizing him in the mini-van then no chance anyone would even doubt he was anything but a little red-headed princess now. His sister and grandmother had certainly made sure he was certainly the most darling little thing as just a hint of color on his face and the delicate dress only embellished his precious appearance. He took a moment taking in the snapshots over his sister's shoulder but it was tough to get past his image in almost toddler-like dress. No longer did he even look five as he stared at himself in a huge pink satin dressy dress that definitely looked made for a special occasion or fancy party. The pale pink dress had a flat stain collarless bodice with short ruffled sleeves and exploded once you got past the thick sash. Beneath it the shiny bell skirt exploded puffing out above thick white crinoline and streamed down hemming midway between his knees and ankles. At the back a huge silk ribbon sat atop the skirt tied in a lovely bow and small matching bows decorated the outside trim of his short sleeves. He was still in his ivory tights but now Nana had changed his shoes to be white patent Mary Janes which buckled beneath his ankles and had a small flat heel. It was hard to deny they hadn't made him cute as a button as just a hint of pink blush and eye shadow perked up his face. The soft natural pink gloss on his lips added the slightest element of shine and fuller lashes drew your attention to his blue pupils. He still had the most precious little bangs and the appearance of a little girl growing out an infantile cut as the short red bob length sides hung in a pin straight style a few inched below his chin. Gone though was the gathered section standing straight up in the middle behind his bangs in a top crown sprouting pony now replaced with the entire middle being pulled towards the right from a left side part and fronted with a ridiculously obnoxious immense satin ivory bow just past his right temple. Again he matched his sister as she was in a narrow knee length dress in the identical pale pink satin, yet clear hose and the dress shape gave it such a different appearance. With her hair pulled back behind a white headband decorated a much smaller offset ivory bow and a bit more makeup you knew they were sisters in coordinated dresses except all the little details seemed to widen the age gap. If anyone didn't know it, they'd see preschooler and her big sister enjoying her little sissy as Emily relished her new role. It had all happened so quickly Emily had taken to being the big girl more like Timmy's age and he had regressed further than he could have imagined suddenly as the pre-k little girl. "Don't they look so pretty in pink Felicia," said their grandmother. "And look at how much she loves having a little sister. Once my son gets back and after the new baby, you?re going to have to try for fourth one. Don?t worry I?ll come and help." "I?m barely handling two and we didn?t even get to the third one yet," said Felicia handing them each little white matching pocketbooks and snapping a few shots with her phone. "Did you forget already that boys like Timmy are a lot to handle and that?s without a baby around?" "Well he?s not right now," teased their grandmother grabbing her purse seeing how Emily locked elbows with him ready to pull him along. "Any time he?s a little too rumbustious I?ll buy a new dress or two and it looks like some time being babied or as Julianna will calm him right down."