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Bowled Over By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part One "This is so much work," Brian whined as he wound up the curling iron up behind his left ear. "Couldn't we have picked something easier?" "Stop being lazy, and we didn't pick anything," Lori answered, staring at him as they chatted over facetime with him in his sister's bathroom. "This is tonight's look, and you can't show up without even a hair out of place. But you already know that." "I know," sighed Brian unrolling it and grabbing the next section, spraying it before winding in the next section. "Curls suck." "Really?" Lori watched intently from the tablet that was resting behind the sink against the mirror. "I never heard you complaining about mine. All I heard was how much you liked them, and I don't see anyone forcing you to do all this?" "True, but that's before I had to spend forty five minutes doing them, and I'm still not done," Brian held the iron with his hair tightly wound. "So trust me, I'll never take that for granted again." "Of course you will," said Lori, rolling her eyes as he let down the curl. "Underneath you're still a jerk, but you do make one pretty girl." "Let's hope so," replied Brian, sectioning the next one and spraying it. "I know so already," Lori teased, watching Brian roll up the next one. "You've got an incredible makeup artist and you know I would have stayed to finish up your hair if I could have, but you're doing really well." "You are like the most positive girl ever!" laughed Brian, holding his curling iron almost against his scalp tightly. "And I have to say I barely recognize myself with all this makeup." "Thank you, and that's what friends are for, right?" smiled Lori as he unwound the next curl. "Now I think two more should finish the back, and then you can finally get dressed. After that we'll do the top and you'll be ready." "Ok," said Brian, feeling his stomach growl and spraying the next section. "I'm starving but I'm way too nauseous to eat though." "It's just your nerves, but that'll fade, and eat the granola bar I left you after you get dressed," said Lori, watching him wind up the next curl. "It's on your bed next to your outfit." "Ok?" said Brian, getting anxious to finish, twisting his wrist a bit. "Stop fidgeting and remember which ever ones you do sloppily you have to redo later," scolded Lori as he rolled his eyes nodding and tightened his wrist. "Seriously?" moaned Brian. "You tell me?" said Lori as he let down the curl. "Would me or your sister ever show up with a hair out of place?" "No," Brian sprayed the last long stand behind his head. "Exactly, princess," teased Lori, watching him wind up the last curl at the top layer at the right back of his head. "So finish it right and let's not dilly dally, because we're both on a tight schedule. I'd say you'll need to get dressed within the next five minutes." "Shit, am I behind?" sighed Brian, holding it up tightly. "What time is it?" "You're fine. My mother won't be home to pick me up until 6pm, and I've been getting ready while you were," said Lori, looking at her watch. "We've got a half hour, and the hard parts are done. When you go change so will I." "Ok, cool," Brian replied, unwinding the curl and feeling a sigh of relief. "With all this work, I'm surprised girls don't have bigger biceps." "Good point, and that would be gross but we've got strong wrists," joked Lori, flicking her wrist. "Now turn around and let me see the entire back. Once I check it, you can run inside to get dressed and we'll finish up." "Sounds good," said Brian, spinning around and moving around as Lori was inspecting the back of his hair. Lori had spent an hour and a half with him earlier at his house doing his makeup, fastening in his extensions and shaping the long layers. With already shoulder length longish boy hair, Brian's thick dark brunette hair was easily supplemented with a series of long wefts that his best friend Lori blended into the back of his head, as even fully curled it extended half way down his back. "Wow, we might fix one or two but you did really well for someone that's only had a few practice sessions," said Lori giving him a thumbs up. "I can't see any seems anywhere and it looks gorgeous on you." "Thanks I think," smirked Brian, pointing to the top of his head. "So are we taking these two knots down now from the top of my head or should I go change?" "No, it's better to have your outfit on first, because you might mess up your hair pulling it on and I'd say you can use a five minute breather from curling anyway. Now just use the finish spray in the back to set them good before you get your outfit on," said Lori, pointing over the phone. "Use the gold John Frieda super hold and lean all the way back like we practiced. Just make sure you coat the top, underneath and get as much between the layer as you can without disrupting any curls. Ok?" "Chill, I remember," nodded Brian, arching his back, leaning way back and beginning to spray. He could really feel the weight of all his hair now, as with his neck dipped back and all his hair hanging down, gravity took over while he gently lifted layer after layer, doing his best to get as much of the finishing spray between each layer as he could. "See it's not that easy doing all this by yourself, is it?" asked Lori as finally he finished and returned to standing straight up. "No it actually isn't, but I think everything's been sprayed at least two times now," said Brian, shaking his head just a little. "That made me a little lightheaded." "Wow, and you're not even a blonde," joked Lori. "Haha," grumbled Brian, stretching his neck. "Eat the granola bar and you'll feel better," said Lori. "Part of that is normal blood flowing to your head and you're hungry, plus probably mal-nourished since you've been eating like shit for at least three or four weeks." "Thanks," said Brian, taking a big bite. "Like I had a choice. It wasn't easy, but I did lose whatever I could and now everything fits." "Yeah well you've got no hips and better to look a touch thin rather than breaking a zipper or having to find someone's else's outfit to fit you," said Lori. "So what was the final number?" "Thirteen pounds, and maybe an inch and a half at my waistline," said Brian proudly, opening his robe and tapping his flat stomach as he bit off another chunk of the bar. "Really, thirteen in three weeks was even better than I thought I could do." "Ok, but you still have the manners of a caveman," said Lori. "Girls chew with their mouths closed and do not swallow things like that in three bites." "Well some girls I know could probably do it in one," joked Brian. "Really? Is that what we're trying for here?" said Lori. "Is there something you're not telling me because...?" "No! definitely not!" Brian interrupted. "Sorry, bad joke." "If you say so, but I'm not judging," giggled Lori. "Now just do a light spraying with the glitter while the back is still sticky. Go easy with that stuff and just hit the curls for now please, because that stuff can get everywhere." "Ok," said Brian, taking the silver aerosol can of glitter hair spray and softly circling all the curls behind his head. When the air cleared, he looked up into the mirror seeing the twinkling of the glitter coming from behind his head and then gently slid his pink silk gown from his shoulders before hanging it on the back of the door. "Ok, I'll go change while you do, and I'd say it's time anyway to go put your little friends away for safe keeping don't you think?" teased Lori, gesturing to his little package in his white briefs. "Yup," nodded Brian. "Time for the really uncomfortable part of all this." "See then, that means you're comfortable with the rest," teased Lori, winking at him. "Be back in five." All Brian could do was smirk and shake his head as she paused the facetime session and he headed into his bedroom to get dressed. Even as prepared as he was, it was strange seeing girl's clothes ironed and neatly layed out on his bed, as Lori made sure not a wrinkle would be present. He stripped off his briefs, tossing them sloppily towards his dirty laundry pile in the corner and then paused, staring at his nude thin body in his dresser's mirror. Earlier in the week, he had shaved every morsel of hair from his body and then a few hours earlier removed any bit of stubble while he soaked in a long bubble bath. "Ok, no chickening out! No turning back now, right?" said Brian, taking a deep breath talking to himself and looking down at the little index card of step by step instructions. "You got this, right dude?" One more time he stared at Lori's handwriting just to be safe, but then he flicked away the card having already memorized everything in order. After a last deep breath, he closed his eyes, momentarily composing himself and turned away from the mirror, grabbing the stretchy small sheer trimmed feetless panty hose from his bedspread. He had practiced this strange procedure now at least a dozen times as he stepped in and tucked his manhood into the nylon tube. This time though he'd need no instruction video playing in the background as he tucked himself away, ready to proceed and then snugged up everything tightly in place double and triple checking the fit. He was still quite frightened of his debut as a girl, yet wasn't ready to call it off now, lifting the simple white hip cut silk panties and stepping inside them. Next came the matching silk padded bra, as inside went his arms and then he reached back, carefully avoiding catching his hair, fastening the clasp in the back. From the package he took the little jiggly silicon inserts, inserting one inside each cup and then adjusted them just like he'd practiced. When he felt just right about their positioning under the bra, he held the inside edges firmly and pulled off the plastic backing beneath them, sticking them right into place. Sliding little ankle socks onto his feet and unzipping the back his skirt were a breeze now, yet he could feel his fingers trembling a bit, realizing things were getting much closer now. He stepped into his skirt ever so carefully, sliding his legs inside the built in over-panty and snugged it up over his hips. He actually probably didn't need to lose the last three or four pounds he thought as he zipped up the back and fastened the clasps now without having to suck in at all or force the zipper. A step to the right then two steps to the left lead into a joyful little twirl as the fit gave him some confidence, even with his stomach in knots. Looking down, seeing the flatness as well, he felt thankful for each hidden layer and the built in undergarment, as everything underneath now was everything it should be, looking tightly secured and invisible. With a flutter of confidence now, he took the top from his bed, unzipping the rear neckline partial back opening it as much as he could before ever so carefully dropping it over his head. As he started getting ready to slide his right arm inside, he stretched his neck, avoiding contact with his makeup before quickly stopping, realizing he almost flubbed the procedure. With it still around his neck, he ran back into the bathroom, taking his sister's deodorant from the cabinet and coating his pits. He was back on schedule as he slid his right arm inside the top and then gingerly followed, sliding in the left. He looked up, seeing Lori hadn't re-established their connection yet as he turned, sliding his hands under his curls, sweeping some of them aside and ever so carefully struggled zipping up his top as far as he could. It was tougher than he thought not to catch them, shifting his hands from the back up to his neckline down, but then finally it was over as he fastened the small solo rear button, feeling like he was almost a contortionist. "Ok," said Brian, taking a deep breath, sliding his hands down near his side. "Oh my gawwwdd. I'm actually in this thing for real." He hurried into his sister's room now, taking her moisturizer from her nightstand before flipping up the top and squirting it into his palm. Making his already smooth legs feel even softer now seemed a bit like overkill, yet he greased them and his arms, just like the plan on the index card, giving the bare parts of his body a radiant shine. Back to his bedroom he went, now stepping into his shoes and then leaning down, tying the laces. It was so weird so see curls sliding into his line of vision as he knotted his first shoe and then switched sides, doing the other one. "Hey, I'm back," said Lori, as he heard her voice coming from the bathroom. "How you making out? You almost ready?" "Just about," yelled Brian, double knotting. "Be right there." As he got to his feet, he hurried, running into the bathroom fully dressed. "Oh my gawwwd Brian," Lori exclaimed, getting a good look at him. "It looks like it fits really really well. Turn for me, girlfriend." "Pretty good, right?" replied Brian, turning and shifting so she could see. "I'm actually more worried about this skirt being too loose now and sliding around." "It's going nowhere. Now just stop making me dizzy, as time is ticking," said Lori, watching as he moved the view and himself. "The way those skirts are cut, and there's some flexibility as we're all not the same shape you know. Now let's finish you up, because I already hate you skinny bitches." "Ok," laughed Brian, looking at her. "And wow you look unbelievable in that red dress. I can't believe your mother is even letting you leave the house in that." "Oh stop, and I'm so glad you're not my size, so I don't have to lend it to you," said Lori, flattered. "Now let's get started. Grab the rat- tailed comb." "Very funny," smiled Brian, grabbing the comb. "I know," Lori said as he could see her pulling up her hair. "This is one of her favorite cousins, whose wedding we're going to, so tonight she's all for me looking hot for a change. As it is, she'll be wondering why I didn't do more with my hair, so I'll be putting some of it up while we're finishing yours. It's not like I could tell her I've been working on you all day instead of getting myself together, or she'd flip. Now take out the front scrunchie, and let's get working on the bump." "Sorry, I didn't know," said Brian as he pulled out the front of his hair that was twisted up in a knot while they worked on the back. "You kind of did, but I realize you didn't know what that meant, but I think you do a bit more now right?" said Lori as all of Brian's longish natural hair was in his face now. "Anyway, I'd have much rather been at your house curling all your hair for you than having to deal with dancing with disgusting cousins we never see that will be mostly staring down my dress. I hate these family weddings, and guaranteed my father will be teasing me about marrying me off to some of their weird friends. Now just like we practiced. Use little slices, starting towards the back of this section and tease three times before you spray it. Then flip it back and now go ahead." "So I tease now and you get teased later," Brian joked, backcombing a few times, holding his hair straight up. "How's that?" "Not bad," laughed Lori. "Go ahead and spray the crap out of it and fold it back. But I'm not waiting later so while you tease, then I'll tease." "Glad I gave you an idea," laughed Brian, saturating the strand and then dropping it back. "We tease together then." "Like we thought we'd ever tease together like girlfriends?" joked Lori, doing her own hair while watching Brian backcomb the second series of strands. "I know," said Brian, spraying and folding it back. The jokes ceased now for a few minutes, as both of them worked on teasing their hair. Lori was so much faster and even did more, as by the time Brian had finally gotten to the fourth and final section right behind his hairline, Lori was already done, awaiting him to finish. "Ok, now take off the second band, but don't let it free, as remember this is the tricky part. When you pull out the band, just leave it around your wrist and we'll use it again in a sec," said Lori, watching carefully. "Keep it gathered in your hand and then get the big paddle brush." "Yes, I sucked at this part," said Brian, unwinding as suddenly he had the entire front of his hair from ear to ear in his left hand and grabbed the brush with his right. "You'll be fine, and just keep brushing into your hands," said Lori. "Just don't brush the part we just teased, and keep the crown pony all the way back and really high." "How's that?" said Brian, holding using his index finger and thumb to pinch in his hair, holding it up. "That'll work," smiled Lori, sliding some jeweled combs into her own hair. "Now wind it in tight and you're doing great." "Ok," gulped Brian, winding a few times until it was super tight. "One more and I think it'll snap off." "Relax, hair is resilient girlfriend, and a lot tougher than you think," joked Lori. "Now just let it hang back and now we get that pretty pouf just right, sister." "This is so weird," laughed Brian, gently tugging at the front of his hair, pulling it forward. "Pull firmly but not too hard," said Lori. "You can loop your fingers under, but do not pull it out of the pony, or we have take it down and redo the whole thing. Once you get big enough, you can use the tail of the comb to make some fine adjustments." Brian was concentrating slowly but surely, pulling the front from temple to temple as his hair was blowing up like a balloon. "Is that good, or more?" asked Brian, amazed at how much his hair had bumped up. "Oh that's really good, but just a touch more in the middle," said Lori, watching as the back of the comb gently dug through it and pulled it up. "Now use a few bobbi pins like we practiced behind it, and criss cross the first two right in front of the pony. It's ok to use more, and you'll never see them when we're done anyway." "Oh I wish you had done this part before you left," said Brian, sliding in a pin behind the right of his bump and then another on the left. "Why? You're doing just fine, and if you ever have to do this again, then now you really could," said Lori watching carefully. "Now gel each side of your temple just above your ears right into the pony, and then we'll dab the bump. The second you finish, grab the comb and we'll set it." "This part I can handle," joked Brian, squirting a little gel in his hands and coating the sides just above his ears. He glided it ever so precisely right up to the bobbi pins and scrunched pony before carefully dabbing a bit against his bump. When he finished, he did as she said, ever so gently sliding the teeth of his comb through his bump and to its sides, creating the distinct teeth mark impressions and then dropped down his hands, awaiting her instruction. "Ok, use the stiff stuff and then you're going to put the hairdryer on low to set it," said Lori. "Just don't get too close, or you'll screw up your excellent work." "How would I know what too close is?" asked Brian, spraying the bump. "If the hair is bending, it's too close or the dryer is on too high, silly," smiled Lori. "Your just setting it to sit like concrete on top of your head exactly where it is, and do not let the air blow your curls in the back, or I'll kill you. Hold it facing down from the front, count to sixty and when you're done, you'll have helmet head just like you were back in Pop Warner football." "I doubt it'll be exactly like that," joked Brian, turning on the dryer and setting the front of his hair. Even on low, it was a good thing he used deodorant as he could feel himself starting to perspire. Some of it was all the hot air surrounding him, and the rest he figured were his nerves as he grew closer to being ready. When the dryer switched off, he looked down, immediately noticing Lori's big smile as he put down the dryer and couldn't help but feel the effect of his work. "Really stiff, right?" smiled Lori, working on her lips. "Big time," said Brian, feeling it bend a little but pop right back out. "Perfect, pretty girl! That's how its supposed to be, but Stop touching it and let's get in the bow," said Lori, taking a break from her lips, half scolding him. "Come on chop chop! My mom just pulled up, so I'm almost out of time." "Oh shit, that means I might be too?" gulped Brian, getting panicky, reaching across the vanity and getting the big bow. "Ok, so just wind it in, right?" "Calm down, and it's upside down," said Lori, showing him her hands and pushing down. "You almost don't need me anymore, but first turn it over and then wind it in until it's super tight. Don't panic, and do it right. Pull it down tight like we practiced." "Ok, ok," said Brian, flipping it over and then taking the top pony, winding it in over and over until he'd couldn't wind it anymore. When he finished, he pulled on the ends of his hair, tightening the band and then without much fuss the huge bow now sat behind his large bump. "Ok, I think you'll be able to tease the pony and curl it once I go, but first just put in your earrings before you forget," said Lori, directing him to the studs on the vanity. "Then let's fix those lips before I have to run out, because my mother is already calling me." "Ok," said Brian, taking the large diamond studs from the counter and screwing on the backs. "And I can't thank you enough for all this. You know this means the world to me." "I know, and you look beautiful," said Lori. "In your makeup bag in your pocketbook, take out the skinny red top gloss I want you to use now. It's just a small applicator, and make sure you stay in the lines, ok?" "But I'm already wearing red lipstick?" Brian answered, confused. "No, you're wearing a red lip stain that will make sure your lips will always look done," said Lori as he dug it out as she pointed and nodded. "Yes, that one. It's really a top coat, and it's to make your lips pop with a bold color and shine. I didn't put it on you earlier, or you might have got it on your white outfit. Better to always save anything that can smear until you're just about ready." "I guess that makes sense, and holy crap, is that bright," Brian sighed, gliding the little applicator across his lips. "Stop talking, and do the inset of your lips carefully," said Lori. "Trust me, you're so lucky to have those sweetheart shaped full lips, and already your lips look better than mine." "Are you wearing this exact thing too?" asked Brian, sliding his lips against each other. "Yes, and it goes perfect with everything," said Lori, checking her own lips. "Now tease the pony just like you did before in the front, in little sections, and then curl them up about three quarters of the way until you get to the teased part. This time you don't have to be perfect, so extra teasing is good because remember that the ends close to the bow are for volume. Just be careful with the iron near the bow and then they'll just turn over so the top spirals will flop down blending into the rest of the curls." "Like this," said Brian, teasing a section, spraying and then winding up the curling iron. "Yup, that's the idea. Really pretty, and you're such a pro already at this," said Lori. ""Next week I'm making you spiral curl my hair for my date." "I would guess that's the least I could do," said Brian, dropping down the curl and grabbing the next small section teasing. "Well it'll take more than that to repay me, but I'm not cashing in my payback chips just yet, because odds are you'll need my help again unless you've got some other friend I don't know about that's good at helping make you look this fabulous," Lori said as he rolled up the next curl. "But just concentrate on finishing now, because once my mother calls again I'll have to run out. All you've got left when you are done curling is feathering this out so it looks perfect behind the bow, and then you can glue on your nails. Remember they are laid out just as they'd go on, and use just a dot of glue, count to five and do the next one. It's easy, and you really turned out beautiful." "Thanks again, bestie! I'm so scared and excited all at the same time," said Brian, dropping down the curl and teasing the next before rolling it up with the curling wand. "I still can't believe I'm doing this, and I can never thank you enough for getting me this far. You're the only person in this world that could help me like this, and I could never have done this without you." "You know it's quite insulting to know that you wouldn't think I couldn't also have made you look as gorgeous given the chance?" said a voice, stunning both of them. "I did do some amazing work on your sisters at times if I say so myself! Right, Erica?" "Definitely," said Erica, staring at her brother with a giggle. "But who has a Halloween party in January?" "Holy shit," Brian was startled, afraid to turn his head and look at them. "Mom, what are you doing home?" "Erica, go to your room and give mommy a minute, please," said his mother, gently shooing her younger daughter to leave. "Ok," smirked Erica, looking her brother up and down curiously, walking from the room. "Now I'd say it's more like what are you doing while I wasn't home?" asked his mother, standing there with her arms folded. "Correct? And well hello there, Lori?" "Hi Mrs. Capelli," said Lori, looking away nervously. "No reason to be nervous, Lori," said his mother, walking towards Brian, grabbing his wrist. "You're not the one who is about to burn off part of your hair, or is wearing his sister clothes. So how about we unroll that and put down the iron for a minute." "Crap!" gulped Brian as he smelled the slightest burning and suddenly the sizzle as he nervously un-wrapped his hair and put down the curler, ready to piss his pants. "You've done some fine work here, Lori," said his mother, tapping her chin. "So exactly how much of this did you help with and how much has my new daughter done on his own?" "Well," Lori swallowed hard, not wanting to answer. "Think before you answer please, because I just want to be spared the bullshit," said his mother, staring right into Lori's eyes through the camera. "Also you might want to realize I've been standing here watching for quite some time. It was quite interesting watching him fumble to get his lipstick just right, but I must say he did better with some curls than I could have imagined he'd do. Now understand, I find no issue with you helping a friend, but how about we answer my question now, honey?" "Well, I was there earlier to start his face and help, but I couldn't stay. Mrs. Capelli, you know I'd do anything to help your family, but I'm leaving for my cousin's wedding any minute now, so I really can't talk much." "Mom, this was all me. None of this is on Lori," said Brian. "Ok then, so now we are getting somewhere, and without us discussing things, you have no right to wear your sister clothes," said his mother, holding her chest. "Please, honey! I want to think this is for a costume party or a gag, but all the detail... all the curls...and everything I just overheard while you didn't know I was there... it all tells me something else, but you tell me?" "Mom, I decided to dress like this," said Brian, looking away turning beat red. "I couldn't discuss it or ask permission, or I know you wouldn't have let me do this." "Yeah you're probably right, but I always thought we were closer than that!" said his mother as a tear feel down his cheek. "Turn around, Brian. Turn slowly and let me see what I'm dealing with here, and I wish you would have called me, Lori. You're like family here." "Don't be mad at her," said Brian. "I made the choices, and she just supported me." "So I'm not sure whether to be angry or emotional, or even both," said his mother, looking him up and down. "And I know she was just helping a friend. Lori's a doll." "Well hopefully not too angry, mom," said Brian, struggling to make eye contact, looking down. "I... I..." "Please, just look at me Brian," said his mother, trying to stay calm. "It's hard enough to accept what I'm seeing, and then all I see are big lashes staring at the floor when I'm trying to look you in the eyes. As a woman, I'm thoroughly impressed at these masterfully done eyeshadow combinations that look absolutely gorgeous, and then as the mother of a boy who I never imagined would be anything but a ruffian, instead is made up to the nines so I feel ready to throw up." "Please don't throw up, mom," said Brian, looking up at her. "You were supposed to be away for the weekend. You really weren't supposed to see me like this." "Is that the doorbell?" said his mother, hearing their distinct ringing. "Now what?" "Oh crap, my ride is here," Brian snapped his neck around. "What time is it, and I'm not finished getting ready?" "I thought you were taking an Uber?" asked Lori, surprised. "Well?" said Brian, caught again. "I still am." "But not alone then?" asked Lori, interested. "Yeah about that......well...things kind of changed just a little, and we didn't really get to talk about that yet," replied Brian, babbling. "We'll talk tomorrow as I have to get the door." "Ok then?" said Lori, looking annoyed that he held something from her as they could now hear her mother yelling up to her. "Anyway, my mom is calling and I have to go. Again I'm sorry, Mrs. Capelli, and I could come over tomorrow if you need me to talk." "Get going honey, as I hear her calling and hopefully that won't be necessary, at least from my perspective," said his mother, turning towards her son. "I have your number if I need some clarification on a few things, but I imagine that will depend on how my mother daughter talk turns out." "Of course, Mrs. Capelli," said Lori politely. "Good night now, and good luck bestie." As the cam went off, Brian's mother leaned back against the wall, nodding while she let out a few deep breaths. "Aren't you just full of surprises?" said his mother, not even knowing what to say. "Mom, please, I have to go get the door," said Brian, starting out of the room as she blocked him with her arm. "Ah no you don't. You need to finish getting ready, don't you?" smirked his mother. "I'll get it and this should be interesting." "Please mom," cried Brian, getting upset as the doorbell rang again. "Pllllleaseeeee." "It'll be fine, and you're not leaving this house without me knowing who you are leaving with," said his mother, softy touching his face. "Understood?" "Yes," said Brian, visibly shaking. "But..." "But nothing, and after all I see you've put yourself through, as much as I want to pull you out of that outfit, I'm not stopping you from going out," said his mother, hugging him for a second before yelling down the hall. "I'll be right down! Erica, come in here and help your bro--I mean sister finish getting ready." "Yes mom?" said Erica, hurrying in. "Finish the curls, and make sure it's teased the way it should be behind her bow," Ordered his mother, as she walked out. "Once you're done, help her with her nails, and in the mean time I'll keep your ride company." "Oh, this sucks," Brian sulked as his sister wasted no time, grabbing the comb and hairspray. "Hurry up Erica." "You kidding?" said Erica, smiling as she stretched the first section and began teasing. "This is going to be fun, and no chance I'm rushing." "Not funny Erica, and I don't even need your help," said Brian, getting annoyed as she sprayed it and wound up the iron as he grabbed the nail glue from the vanity. "Of course you do, and mom wants me to fix the parts that aren't teased enough," Erica intentionally twisted the iron too tightly. "I'm really good at hair." "Ouuhhh! Easy," cried Brian, until she let the curl loose. "You'll burn me and make me screw up the nails." "I'd never do that sis, and mom told me to help with those too, so just be patient," giggled Erica, tugging the next section a bit harder as she stretched it and teased. "It's just sometimes girls are just too sensitive. Right?" "Uuuuuuuhhh! Not funny?" said Brian, wanting to kill her as she raked his hair and wound in the next one, unscrewing the nail glue cap. "Please, just do this without being difficult, because I really don't need your help." "So you did all these curls by yourself?" smirked Erica, winding it tightly again. "Yes," replied Brian, trying to act tough as he squirted some glue on his left thumb. "Wow, I'm impressed, but you should have started with your pinkie. It's easier," smiled Erica, seeing him fighting his angst and releasing the curl. "You know you're going to have to return this favor and curl my hair sometime." "Yeah right?" said Brian, rolling his eyes as he pressed on the first nail while she stretched and teased. "Good! I think I'd like all these curls for my dance competition next month," said Erica, spraying and then rolling up the next one. "Deal, sis?" "I was being sarcastic," moaned Brian, trying to be tough, doing the next nail. "That would be too weird and I'm sure mom would rather do it like she always does." "No I'll tell her we both thought it would be a fun sister thing to do, and she can supervise," said Erica, practically burning him now as he struggled doing the next nail. "Now you good with that, or maybe I should pull out this bow and we'll start all over again." "Please just finish," Brian replied as she unraveled it. "I'll do whatever you want." "Wow, that one turned out so pretty, and those extra few seconds of agony while they bake in make such a difference," said Erica, stretching and teasing as he glued on the left index finger. "And it'll be fun having some big sis time again." "But you already have a big sister, so I don't think Amy would like that," said Brian, as she rolled up his hair and he glued on his pinkie nail. "So obviously that's a better idea." "Yeah if she was around, but she's in college and never here," said Erica, winding tight again. "But you're not changing your mind already, right sis?" "No, please," squirmed Brian. "Aren't you almost done, Erica?" "Wow, those are pretty but really long?" giggled Erica, reaching down, lifting his left hand and checking his nails. "I hope you know what you're in for in those?" "Yeah, I think I could use your help with the other hand?" said Brian, stretching out his fingers. "They are a little longer than they looked in the package. "So now you are asking then, right?" smiled Erica, unwinding his hair. "Yes," said Brian embarrassed. "I'm kind of new at all this." "It's ok and this is the last curl anyway," said Erica, stretching and teasing his hair. "Ok finally," sighed Brian nervously, feeling his palm get sweaty. "I meant for today," said Erica, winding it up tight. "Right?" "I'm not really in any position to argue, am I?" said Brian, looking at his hands side by side. "No, and did you know mom and I volunteered to do the 1st grade dance girls hair for their recital next month?" said Erica, dropping down the last curl. "No, and you're telling me this why?" asked Brian as she finally put down the curling iron and turned, looking at him, grabbing his right hand. "Well, because I had so many ideas and things I want to try but no one to try them on," said Erica, gluing on his other pinkie nail. "Well at least until now." "You mean try at home, right?" Brian said as on went his index nail. "Yeah," said Erica, pressing on the middle finger. "Ok! Whatever?" said Brian, watching her push on his index finger. "But why would you be worried about that, as it's not like you're staying home tonight?" said Erica, doing the last one on his thumb. "Well no but that's different," replied Brian, stretching out both his hands now, impressed how fast she did them. "Don't worry, I'd never send you out in public looking terrible," said Erica, giving him a quick hug. "But what we'll be working on is geared towards little girls, so get used to being in wild braids or pretty pigtails around the house a lot." "Fantastic," said Brian, shaking his head almost laughing and then taking a deep breath. "Ok! Am I done?" "Just about. Last minute! Promise!" said Erica, shaking the big hairspray can and grabbing the pick. "Mom said to fix this, and said this should be a little bigger behind your bow." "Fine, just hurry up, because she's down there possibly ruining my life," said Brian, as his sister began lifting the layers of his pony she had just curled just behind the bow and lacquering his hair as she pulled at it. Twenty sections of tugging at his banded roots seemed like she was pulling the hairs out of his head one at a time as he cringed, trying to be tough until finally the pain was over and she was standing in front of him now with the spray glitter. Without even asking, she shielded his eyes with her hand and then saturated his head. When the can went down, she lifted the hairdryer, ever so carefully setting everything and then when the dyer's motor was switched off he had never felt so scared in his life as her hand moved from impairing his vision. "So?" smiled Erica, proudly patting his hair in a few spots like she was his hairdresser. "Wow, that's a lot bigger," Brian exclaimed as the light returned to his eyes as he gazed through glitter filled air, breathing in all the fumes. "But I guess that's how it's supposed to be, right?" "Definitely!" gushed Erica, proud of her work. "You look really hot, and you couldn't just glitter the back." "Oh Gawwddd, so I'm ready then! Shit, I'm really ready!" said Brian, visibly shaking, looking at his reflection and then down at himself. "I gotta get moving! Did you really just say hot?" While he wasn't one percent sure at first he could pull off the look he had been striving for, but now looking at himself after listening to Lori and his sister provide some assurance, his confidence began rising exponentially. Even caught in drag by his mother and sister weren't going to deter him now as the time had come to get on with the ruse, and with his ride downstairs now anyway, the final chance to chicken out was gone. Brian turned now, looking over his shoulder and couldn't help but smirk, impressed at how many perfectly coiled long spiral curls now spun way down his back, pleasantly proud of his own work. It was also very apparent gazing at his own rear view, that his thin tight ass presented well as a cute girlie tushie in the short skirt, knowing too well now that his shiny calves would certainly draw any wandering eyes of the opposite sex right to round skirted cheeks. All of a sudden, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he made some silly girly faces, swished his rosey blushed cheeks playfully and then winked as he puckered. He had already known that Lori had done some amazing work on his face, but now he also realized that his bold red shimmering lips would not only deliver a statement of feminine self- confidence, but were absolutely intoxicating. Almost lost with the courageous kissable color taking center stage were the artistic blended silver and opal glittered shadows that highlighted his lids, and the electric blue top liner seemed to be an extension of his outfit's trim. He had hoped to just get through this expecting to be passable, but maybe it had gone even better than he anticipated. "Wait you really think I look hot?" said Brian, turning back around and putting his hands on his hips as he bit his lip for a second and then slid his tongue across his teeth. "You're not just screwing with me right?" Just blinking now seemed so captivating, as his big false lashes framed his olive brown eyes so beautifully, and with every smile, the bronzer reflected to light up his face. Flipping his head from side to side two or three times, being silly really amused him for the moment as he watched his ringlets slide from shoulder to shoulder, springing like they were slinkies rebounding right back into place. Atop his head though, his big puffy bump from temple to temple never moved as it turned back away from his forehead a good few inches up in the air. Behind it, his huge white bow with royal blue, baby blue and silver trim sat motionless from ear to ear, adorned delicately with some sequins and glitter. If the bow wasn't high enough, it was easily trumped by the high teased pony that fanned out across the back of his head before it turned over away from the bow, erupting in even more spiral curls that merged in with the others draping down his back. In every direction his hair sparkled with sprayed on glitter, knowing he had become that girly girl with the perfect curls to die for and without a hair out of place. From pinkie to index finger, he rotated his nails one at a time, tapping against his midsection with his hands on his hips, feeling assured they were well bonded and accepting he'd need to adjust to function in the sultry claws. He was pretty amazed that they even made acrylics that matched his outfit so perfectly, as the French nail's tips consisted of an electric blue line and ended in a silver glitter edge just like the accents of his outfit and bow. "You tell me?" smiled Erica, standing next to him in the mirror, now holding up her phone. "Were you trying not to be?" "Well?" Brian felt his palms growing really sweaty as everything flashed back in his mind. "Please put that down, and tell me you weren't videoing me?" "Ok then I wasn't," giggled his little sister, as he knew she had caught his silly girlie faces on tape, but as much as he wanted to kill her, he couldn't be mad at her. Hours of preparation, weeks of weight loss and the help of his best friend had transformed him into an absolutely stunning cheerleader, looking ready to dazzle in her competition or push aside a rival to entice the hunky varsity quarterback. His sister's unprovoked compliments filled his heart with warmth and his stomach with butterflies, leaving little doubt in his mind that no detail had been left out or that most ordinary girls he knew might never put in the effort for their look like he just did. It was almost as if the outfit had been custom fitted for him, as he stood in a two piece white cheer outfit with royal blue, baby blue and silver trim at the rounded neckline, and at the ends of the long sleeves. The short crop top showed off his flat naval and just a hint of his thin abs, delivering a fit dancers appearance. Above it read "Cheer Elite" in blue script with silver outlining atop his little faux mounds, as he had the look of a young girl whose curves were just beginning to blossom. Beneath the hint of skin at the midsection, the tight flat cheer skirt with a small side v-cut slit appeared completely flat, as he'd perfectly hidden away any hints of his former male-ness. Some sewn in sequins at the cuffs and lettering also helped give it a more dainty flare, and a row of rhinestones separated a few inches apart across the waistline, neckline and scattered around his bow would easily add another element of focal distraction as if he'd need one. The closest thing left to being a boy was having his feet inside white sneakers, but the silver and blue laces when combined with the baby blue ankle socks took away any chance of them being masculine, as he was all cheer girl now as he posed one last time, taking it all in. "Ok, I'm ready," sighed Brian, cupping his fingers, looking at his nails one last time and then checking the backs of his big diamond stud earrings before turning towards his sister. "You were being sarcastic, right? I do look ready, right?" "Sarcastic? Me? Well not this time," smiled Erica. "So there's a boy downstairs, isn't there?" "Well yeah, but it's not like that," said Brian, turning away from her, grabbing his pocketbook and checking the contents before stuffing a few things inside it. "I gotta go." "I'm not judging," smiled Erica, opening the medicine cabinet. "I love you no matter what, and here even if he isn't your boyfriend, Amy says the guys love this." Before he could even react, he knew his older sister's scent as the pungent flowery perfume almost blinded him as she dowsed his neck and face. "Sorry, I didn't think that much would come out," said Erica, as it enveloped them. "It's ok," said Brian, fanning the fumes. "I'm already over the top as it is, and I don't think a little extra perfume will matter. Now I really really gotta go!" Brian did all he could not to fall down the stairs, clutching the rails without breaking a nail as his legs were suddenly like jello as he wasn't even sure he touched half the steps before he reached the bottom. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he was frozen at the bottom of the steps, seeing a boy sipping some ice tea across from his mother. "Hey Brie," said the boy, almost choking, putting down his drink on a coaster and standing up. "Wow." "Hi," Brian replied, barely able to speak, giving a soft wave, seeing his mother stand up as well. "You look incredible in your uniform," said the boy, looking really nervous. "Thanks Ricky," said Brian, nervously sliding his hands across his skirt, pushing himself just to move away from the wall. "We should get going, ok?" "Sure, and I brought you these," said Ricky, lifting his hands, extending a mixed bouquet. "I think I was supposed to save them for later, but I ahh..ahhh." "Oh, maybe just give those to my mother, and I'm sorry I kept you waiting," said Brian, stepping away from them towards the door. "You're fine, honey," said his mothe,r looking at her watch. "If you leave in five minutes, you'll still be at least fifteen minutes early, so don't be rude. It was such a wonderfully sweet thing, Ricky. Right Briana?" "Yes mom. Of course it was," said Brian, with his best fake smile, coming over and taking the flowers. "Thank you so much Ricky. Very sweet." "You're welcome," shivered Ricky, looking into Brian's eyes. "She's a panic-ker at times my daughter, so please don't mind that," said his mother, coming over and taking the flowers. "You two sit and I'll just put these in water." "But mom, I really shouldn't." Brian was getting annoyed. "We've gotta go." "Sit honey, and just give me a second," said his mother, gritting her teeth before grasping his forearm and whispering into Brian's ear. "Cooperate and I might let you leave in five minutes." "So what did she ask you? Did she grill you while I was getting ready?" mumbled Brian, the second his mother left the room, sitting down next to Ricky on the loveseat. "I'm so sorry if she made you uncomfortable." "She didn't. She's awesome," Ricky explained. "She just wanted to know how we met and how long ago. Obviously you didn't tell her much, but that's all we talked about. I really like her." "She's very nosey," moaned Brian. "You didn't tell her all about tonight, did you?" "Well obviously she knows you're going to your cheer competition?" said Ricky, shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't think that was a secret, and we were just starting to talk about it when you got down here. All I said was that it was at the St. Paul Convention center. Did you not even tell her that?" "She wasn't supposed to be here, so I haven't told her anything, honestly," said Brian, getting upset. "But now she is and she's going to grill me, so we've gotta go before she comes back, please." "Why, she doesn't like you competing?" asked Ricky, confused. "I'd rather not talk about that now, ok?" said Brian, trying to stay composed. "It's just mother daughter stuff ok?" "So the flowers look beautiful don't they?" said his mother, coming in with them in a vase. "Gorgeous mom," said Brian, sarcastically rolling his eyes. "Like my daughter, right Ricky?" smirked Mrs. Capelli. "Yes very much so, Mrs. Capelli," smiled Ricky uncomfortably. "She's something else." "Yes she really is something else alright!" smirked his mother. "Really mom?" Groaned Brian, rolling his eyes. "So how long is this competition tonight, honey?" asked his mother, taking out her ipad, googling. "Usually they're not that long, so do you expect to be out late?" "I'm not exactly sure," said Brian, dying to leave. "What's the difference mom, and please, I can't be late?" "Well, usually there's a lot of standing around at these things, but being such an experienced cheerleader you already know that?" replied his mother. "Yes of course I do," said Brian as his phone went off. "The car service is waiting, so can we go now?" "I'm just making sure, because you probably just spent ten times more time on your hair than you could be performing," said his mother, questioning him. "So am I right about that?" "Maybe or maybe not? Maybe you just don't realize how much I really love cheer, mom?" smirked Brian, grabbing the ends of some curls, looking down at them. "Maybe I just love wearing big bows or how pretty my hair looks all curled up?" "It does look beautiful, so maybe we'll just need to keep it that way?" said his mother, testing him again. "Maybe?" said Brian, getting testy, extending his nails, looking at them. "And maybe I'll come watch you perform now that I know about this," said his mother, twisting her neck looking at him with a smirk on her face. "Please, no mom," said Brian as his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Please! I'm sorry if I had any attitude, and please just let Ricky take me. He's a great guy and trustworthy." "I think he is, and are you kidding me? And maybe you didn't mention it's the Nationals?" said his mother, stunned when the site came up, spinning around the ipad. "This is invitation only, and sold out? Don't you think I know about events like this, as I was there ages ago with Amy? You're telling me you're competing there?" "Yes mom," replied Brian, nodding as she folded her arms, looking annoyed. "Please don't make me prove it but if I need to, then I guess I will." "I'm sorry. Please, you don't need to. I shouldn't have been insensitive at a time like this in your life. Honey, it's ok if you're just there to watch with this sweet young man," said his mother, feeling bad, seeing him opening his pocketbook, rifling through some papers. "Please, I always thought we were closer than that, and I'm ok if you're just there to be the prettiest cheerleader in the place and spend time with Ricky. I really am, but just tell me and this is all so new to me!" "No mom, I'm competing," said Brian, closing his pocketbook and standing up, throwing the strap over his shoulder. "Now can we please go?" "I guess so, but then you just want to be there to watch the younger girls who start at 7:30, because the older girls don't start until 9pm, which probably means at least 9:30pm?" said his mother, tapping the schedule on her ipad. "I know you're dying to run out of here, but there's the schedule on the website so just text me when you get there." "No, Mrs. Capelli, she needs to be there at 7 and she's on somewhere after 7:30pm," said Ricky, standing and pointing to the page. "The older girls are high school ages, and 13 year old girls are in the younger group." "Goodnight mom. The car service won't wait much longer," said Brian, slipping on his sister's cheer coat and cautiously flipping his curls atop it before grabbing Ricky by the hand, yanking him away. "Please don't wait up." "Nice to meet you Mrs. Capelli, and I should have her home by midnight no problem," said Ricky, being dragged towards the door as Mrs. Capelli stood with her jaw open. "Just a minute you two, and she'll be right out Ricky," said his mother. "Of course, Mrs. Capelli," said Ricky, as Brian stopped right at the door inches from being out of there. "I'll wait in the Uber." "What are you up to here, missie?" said his mother, grabbing him by the arm. "Just when I thought I was ok with this, then I find out my almost sixteen year old son is a thirteen year old girl with a boyfriend. I'm letting you go, but I'll be tracking your iphone and it better not be anywhere but the competition! Tomorrow we'll be having the longest talk of your life. Am I clear?" "Fine," said Brian in a huff, pulling away his arm. "But he's not my boyfriend."