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Bowled Over By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Three "Mom says to wake up." Erica shook him awake. "What time is it?" Brian asked, pulling a pillow over his head. "It doesn't even look light out." "7:30 and mom says you have to get ready," said his sister. "7:30 uuugggghh," sighed Brian, pushing away the pillow. Don't you ever sleep in? It's Saturday you know." "So what's our story this morning honey?" his mother asked, coming in in her bathrobe. "What do you mean mom?" Brian said. "Please, I just woke up?" "You know what I mean, and I'm prepared for either," said his mother, brushing her hair as they talked. "I told you this last night. So are we done with this, or am I supporting you? So you prefer Brie or Briana or what's the story here now?" "Wait, are the results up?" Brian grabbed his phone. "Did I advance?" "You, you're eleventh," said Erica. "Mom said the top twelve go again today." "Yessss!" yelled Brian before seeing how his sister and mother looked at him. "I mean wow! Sure, I'll do it again! You know for fun." "I thought you would," His mother nodded, leaving. "Come get something in your stomach before you start all over again please." "Come have some cereal, and I can re-braid your hair like you said I could," said Erica, pulling off the blanket. "Now come on. I'm hungry and we've been up waiting forever." "You're relentless?" said Brian, stretching his arms and then tickling his little sister, popping out of bed. "Come on." Downstairs they sat eating cereal as Erica couldn't stop staring at her brother. "So are you going to share my bows all the time, because I'm ok with it as long as you don't take the ones I want to wear that day?" Erica asked. "What bows?" said Brian, feeling his head and then realizing a small red bow was attached to the scrunchie at the end of his braid near his nape. "Really mom? Come on?" "Come on, what?" chuckled his mother. "It was late, in the vanity and it matched. Your hair was a disaster, and you're lucky after all the wine I had last night I was able to braid it at all." "You should have woken me up and I would have done it," said Erica. "I can't wait, so hurry up and shower." "That monster you created on your own," laughed his mother, throwing up her hands and coming around pulling out the bow. "Now get in the shower and make sure you use my conditioner after you wash out all that glitter, princess." Brian headed into the bathroom brushing his teeth and then into the shower. He washed his hair twice and then left in his mother's conditioner for a good ten minutes before taking her shower brush to his head. He already knew it would be annoying to brush through it, removing the last stubborn bonds making sure it was soft and glitter free as he did the last rinsing. When he got out, he wasn't exactly sure what she had in mind for him this morning, as suddenly it hit him that she might be planning on being involved in helping him get ready today. When he came out in a towel, his mother had already placed a pile of clothes on his bed as he entered his room, not exactly knowing what to expect. "Pick an outfit and cover up before your sister comes in here," said his mother, tossing him a bra. "Is this a test?" asked Brian, embarrassed to be putting it on in from of her. "No, it's just a bra, and girls don't run around topless, do they?" replied his mother, snatching it back from him and sliding it right on him. "Well no," said Brian, as in an instant she spun him, buckling it in the back. "Exactly, and I washed whatever you call that thing to keep your little friend and his buddies tucked away," His mother flicked her fingers, pointing down towards his privates. "Now please tell you did that without any help, so I assume you can handle that one without mommy's help as well." "Ahhh yes mom," said Brian as she turned her back and he stepped into it, tucking himself away. "Just tell me when your panties are on and I'll help with the rest if you need me to," said his mother as he stepped into the matching pink panties. "Ok," said Brian, looking down at himself in pink underwear. "They're on." "Very cute," said his mother inspecting and then taking his little silicon falsies and stuffed them in. "Those look cute on you, and let's not forget these since you're used to them. At least you get a touch of shape with them. Now put something on." "From all this?" groaned Brain, looking at all the girls clothes on his bed. "Yes, I found so many cute things that were Amy's that should fit," said his mother. "Did you think you were going to spend the day in your underwear until you need to change for the competition?" "Well no but..." Brian started to say. "I wasn't giving you options here honey, and your sister's chomping at the bit to come in," said his mother, folding his arms. "Now I can pick for you, but you are a thirteen year old girl, right?" "Well?" said Brian, embarrassed to say it in front of her. "Well what?" said his mother. "Girls your age are particular about everything, and it seems to me looking at you last night that you didn't miss a thing. Everything was meticulous, which would be normal for any of my girls anyway, so why would be that be any different now?" "Yeah but that was easy," said Brian. "It was a uniform and I had some help as you know." "Ok, fine. Here," said his mother, getting annoyed and picking through the clothes. "Get dressed. This should look really cute on you?" "Ok?" Brian pulled on a top and then stepped into some jeans. "Ok Erica, you can come in now and do his hair before we leave," said his mother. "Leave?" asked Brian, shaking his head. "Leave for what? I don't compete until tonight again?" "Well I'm not leaving you home alone again, because we both know what happened last time I did," said his mother. "That's not fair, mom," said Brian. "I've always been responsible and you know that." "Yeah I did until you almost gave me a heart attack yesterday, and I thought you were going on sixteen?" His mother wasn't taking any shit this morning. "Now that you're back in eighth grade and just confirmed I have a thirteen year old drama queen on my hand, then you're a bit too immature to leave unsupervised!" "But mom?" groaned Brian as she cut him off. "End of discussion, young lady," said his mother, folding her arms. "Now please sit and have Erica blow out that mop, because we will be having our chat this morning, and the rules have changed!" "Fantastic?" grumbled Brian sarcastically under his breath. "Please Briana! You know how supportive I've been and we're not done yet until your hair is dry anyway," said his mother as Erica pulled in the blow dryer. "You're soaking your top as it is?" For the next few minutes, his sister enjoyed brushing through his hair as she blew it dry and played around with it. He had promised her he'd be a good sport as he sat not saying much as she tugged and messed with it. "Very cute Erica," said his mother, returning. "Go get dressed honey and close the door so Briana and I can talk before we leave." "You really expect me to go out like this?" Whined Brian as Erica closed the door behind her. "What are you worried about?" asked his mother, giving him a look. "You just spent the whole night out in something a lot skimpier." "Yeah but not like this," replied Brian, looking down at himself. "I've never been out in stuff like this before?" "Interesting?" said his mother, tapping her chin. "Then exactly how did you meet that boy?" "Well, online," said Brian looking away. "Yesterday was the first time we met in person." "I know," smiled his mother. "He told me." "Then why did you need to ask me?" asked Brian annoyed. "Because I'm not sure what to believe anymore?" said his mother. "So at least that answer is consistent." "I haven't been lying, mom," said Brian, getting defensive. "Ok then am I really to believe that you haven't been sneaking around to other places in girl's clothes?" asked his mother. "Because really, you've told me nothing, honey?" "Well, I haven't been," said Brian, unable to look up at her. "Only here in my room and a few times at Lori's house, testing to see if I could pull it off." "And so you did," said his mother, nodding. "And I assume easier than you even thought." "No, nothing was easy about it, but i really wanted it," Admitted Brian. "Really, he just saw my face and never the whole image." "Now we're getting somewhere?" said his mother, acting like a detective. "Wanted what exactly, because I'm still waiting for that answer?" "Mom, please?" moaned Brian. "I've asked before and I know you would have stopped me." "Mom, please what?" said his mother, annoyed. "You asked for what? To be a girl? To be a cheerleader? To have a boyfriend? What would I have stopped you from doing exactly? Enlightened me, Brian!" "Well probably from all of it but... From competing! When I asked in the past, and you're the one that's stopped me," said Brian. "Honey, maybe from football and kickboxing and things I thought you could get hurt in," said his mother, scratching her head. "You can get hurt in anything, mom. A cheer girl got hurt yesterday," said Brian. "And you won't have known if your flight didn't get canceled anyway." "You're right, and that starts our issue here!" said his mother, shaking her head and getting emotional. "But I just wanted to always protect you?" "Forget it! You're not stopping me from competing again today," yelled Brian. "I've worked too hard mom." "I know you have, and you know I wasn't," said his mother. "Now don't get mad at me, but I saw your practice videos." "You snooped on my computer," Brian was appalled. "Well not exactly, but you left it up on your desktop and I played it," said his mother. "So you saw me working on my routines?" asked Brian, stunned. "How much did you watch?" "Well it was hard to stop watching," replied his mother. "I could see the progress and you were so much better than Amy. In fact, much much better." "I answered your questions, now answer mine!" Brian yelled. "How much did you snoop, mom?" "Honestly I had to stop myself, but I watched the three practice videos, and I know Lori's been coaching you for quite some time," said his mother, unable to look him in the eyes. "I looked in your closet and drawers, but found nothing. After that I stopped myself, as I felt really horrible and I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me, but that even makes this more confusing." "I bet and how could I be mad?" Brian hugged her. "You said I was better than Amy." "She's pretty, and was fantastic at cheer," said his mother, touching his face. "But you're so much more athletic. Your flips are smooth, and even your cartwheels are amazing." "Thanks," said Brian with a soft grin. "That means a lot to me hearing that." "I'm glad. Now turn around, and let's snap these in," said his mother. "While I was up half the night thinking of all this, I washed and flat ironed your extensions, so let's get them back in." "Thanks mom," said Brian as she worked, snapping in his first weft. "So let's go get my daughter ready to win, then," said his mothe,r snapping in the second one. "You want to win after all this, right?" "Yes," Brian replied as she brushed through them and snapped in the third one. "And then what happens after this?" asked his mother. "Are you asking me if we can paint your room pink?" "Please, just let me get through this and then we can talk more when it's over," said Brian, not wanting to answer. "I'm stressed enough, and I'd rather just deal with doing everything I need to for today." "Fair enough, but just one more thing, missy?" said his mother, holding her chin. "So how did you pull it off? Now pulling off being pretty and the routines I've already accepted, as I already know Lori helped you, but being picked to do a cheer solo representing a top Cheer company? In a way just pulling that off I have to tip my hat to you?" "Well it was Lori's spot, but she had to go to her cousin's wedding, so she had to give it up," said Brian as she brushed through his long extended hair. "So that kind of opened the door?" "But for someone that was really a cheerleader though, right?" said his mother, braiding his hair. "Well you said yourself I was good," said Brian, sitting patiently. "Some one had to fill in for her? "Yes, and I'm still registering that in my brain, but you didn't go there as Lori did you?" said his mother. "No, I couldn't? Everyone of course knows her and her mother," said Brian. "A new girl was supposed to take her place that just moved here, but she ripped up her knee. The girl's mother said it was her second knee surgery in a year, and said she was done with cheer for good." "So I assume Lori's mother doesn't know that, does she?" asked his mother. "Well, not exactly. She knows the girl got hurt, but didn't know how bad. She's been swamped with all the family wedding stuff, so she wasn't focused on the individual competition anyway, but of course she didn't know the girl was done. Really it wouldn't have mattered anyway, because in Nationals you can only replace someone once, so once she dropped out then Cheer Elite would lose their chance," said Brian. "Think of it as in a way lucky for them I stepped up to compete." "That's some luck?" said his mother. "We were going to tell her eventually," said Brian. "You mean after you assume this poor girls identity!" said his mother, getting mad again. "That's a crime, you idiot." "No mom! You know I competed as myself. Basically it was good fortune. I just changed some paperwork and took the spot.," Brian explained. "Her name was Briana Apell, so I added the vowel to my first name and last name and then the C in front on the form that gets sent to the competition, announcing the replacement. Really it was easy and no one was the wiser." "Except me, now!" yelled his mother. "And I'm calling Lisa Anderson immediately, because obviously she's the one that signed that form, didn't she?"! "Yes, but please just let me finish and then I'll call her myself," gulped Brian. "Please mom! You're not even supposed to be here! You'll get Lori in trouble and this wasn't her fault. I did this for my own selfish reasons, and I promised I'd take her to prom if she helped me with this." "You needed her to help you with something like this to take her to prom," Screamed his mother. "She's your best friend and a gorgeous girl. Why wouldn't you just take her anyway!" "You know I hate those things mom, and they did it on championship Sunday tomorrow during football?" said Brian. "I haven't missed a game all year, and you think I want to miss watching the teams decide who goes to the super bowl." "Oh my gawwwd!" replied his mother, appalled. "It's football! Now I get it! You're obsessed with watching it and this is why? I've watched you look at it endlessly, but I never could have imagined....!" "Well I love watching football mom, but..." Brian said. "I know you do, and that's been your cover!" said his mother, half covering her mouth. "Now that I think of it, I've observed you rewind games staring at the cheerleaders over and over!" "Well, yeah?" said Brian. "My cover?" "All those posters in your room! All those Vikings... Tom Brady... Clay Mathews... Todd Gurly," said his mother, pointing at them around the room. "They're all on one side and what's on the other... pretty girls! Really pretty girls. Girl after girl after girl, and I even found Cosmo and Redbook on your nightstand." "Yeah?" said Brian. "Ariana Grande... Carrie Underwood... Demi Lovato... Selena Gomez... and I don't even know some of those others with the big boobs?" said his mother, tearing up. "All in skimpy outfits... and then there's the cheer calendars. 3 of them! And I saw the naked pictures hidden in your underwear drawer! All this time I'm thinking this is normal for a teenage boy, and now I realize I have it backwards." "You do?" Brian began to say before stopping and thinking he could get himself out of trouble. "Well mom?" "Oh my gawwdddd! How could I have missed this?" His mother sat down. "My son wants to be the cheerleader, look like the sexy pop star and date the football player. Instead of wanting to be Todd Gurly, he wants to just be girly. I'm so sorry honey I missed this?" She was emotional for a minute, hugging him and then letting go, looking into his eyes while she squeezed his hand. "Don't beat yourself up on that, mom," said Brian, feeling himself getting off the hook. "You're the best mother ever, so glad we had this talk. Now since everything is out in the open, you don't have to worry about me at home. why don't you go do whatever you're doing with Erica. I'll just go watch some tv and rest up for later." "Oh I don't think so!" smiled his mother, standing up before yelling out. "Erica, let's go honey. We're going shopping." "Shopping?" said Brian. "But mom, I wanted to finish her hair," said Erica annoyed. "They'll be plenty of time for that, as your new sister finds her own personal style," said his mother. "You need a few things of your own if you're going to try being a girl full time." "Mom, I'm not so sure yet," replied Brian, not sure of her intentions. "Let's not take this too far too fast." "If you're a girl, then you're a girl honey. So let's go because you need things that I'm not settling on," His mother lectured. "So girl or boy? We just discussed this didn't we, or did you bullshit me again?" "Girl, mom," Whined Brian, breaking eye contact. "But I can't go out like this with you. What if people see me like this?" "Honey as much as I guess you liked it, thirteen year old girls do not wear that much makeup unless they're at recitals or competitions," said his mother, rolling her eyes and tossing him one of his big sister's coats from the closet. "Grab your pocketbook, and I'll allow some lip gloss, mascara and some hints of pink. The rest you'll save for later, and Erica will do your face while we're on our way. Let's go now, girls." Brian wanted to scream as he followed his mother and sister from the house in his clothes in broad day light on this Saturday morning, getting into her car. It was early, so many people weren't out yet, as his mother waved to the old man across the street getting his newspaper and then looked over, saying good morning to a neighbor on the right fixing his lawn sprinklers. In a way he felt more self-conscious stepping out in a short black leather jacket, girl's blue jeans and a pink tunic, feeling unmasked without being overly made up or with a big curly hairdo. Across his chest were interlocking hearts in silver glitter and rhinestones matching the trim on the pockets of his tight jeans. Faux silver and pink jewels decorated the thin shoulder straps of the sleeveless tunic, and from his ears hung small swinging silver hearts. His bare feet were in black sparkle Uggs, and on his right wrist now sat a small silver bracelet, from which hung a few heart type lockets. His natural hair now sat flat on his head, featuring a middle part, and to each side from his temple to ear had been tightly Dutch braided back away from his face. At the back of his head, the individual left and right side braids connected, weaving into each other, becoming one before the connection disappeared underneath a shiny butterfly clip, and then continued as one thick Dutch braid half way down his back. Underneath the braid, the majority of his well-hidden thick extensions hung in a straight style, spanning at least three quarters of the way down his back, delivering a pretty tween style. Admitting to his mother he was a thirteen year old girl was something she already made sure he had the style to match, as luckily the neighbors didn't blink an eye, seeing only two young girls hop into the car. Brian slouched in his seat in the back now as there'd be nothing out of the ordinary to attract a stray eye anyway, as he sat awaiting his sister's wrath as she fumbled through her own pocketbook. "Not too much," said his mother, glancing in the mirror as she knew Erica was excited. "I know," said Erica, attacking him with her wand, loving every second as she coated his lashes. She actually listened pretty well as she went easy on the fawn eye shadow and added just a touch of blush to the apple of his cheeks. "Am I done?" blinked Brian, as she almost poked out his eyes coating his lashes again. "Yes, just do his lips natural, and I'd say that's perfect, pumpkin?" said their mother, looking in the mirror. "Ok, rub umm, Briana," said his sister, coating is lips in a naturally pink tinted gloss. He rubbed his lips together and then lifted his back, checking his face in the front seat rear view mirror as she stopped at a light, turning to each side, staring at himself. "You think people would know me, mom?" asked Brian, moving his head around and biting his lip. "Without a head full of curls and a big bow?" said his mother. "No, I doubt anyone would ask for your autograph today, Miss semi-finalist." "You know what I meant mom?" said Brian, checking his outfit and touching his braids. "You look cute, and who cares," said his mother, shaking her head. "You chose to be a little princess, so just act like one, and then as pretty as you are not, a soul would even turn a cheek." "I guess you're right?" replied Brian, thinking and then looking again. "Ok, you're right." "Of course I am, and don't worry, I'll be helping you," said his mother, rifling through her purse. "So are you sore at all from yesterday?" "A little," said Brian, giving her a look. "Why?" "Take an Advil, and trust me, you'll thank me later," said his mother, passing back the bottle. "Ok," said Brian stopping before downing the pill. "But this won't mess me up later, right?" "You really are such a girl now," laughed his mother, turning into a spot and handing him her Poland Spring bottle. "It's just Advil, and trust me. You'll need it." "Ok," said Brian, downing the pills and looking around. "Why does it look so empty?" "Because it's 9am, and the stores don't open until 10am on Saturday," said his mother as they opened the doors getting out. "Only the restaurants and offices without side entrances are open like the dental clinic." "And why would we be going there?" asked Brian, stopping as soon as he walked around the car. "I just got my braces off six months ago, and I had no cavities." "Exactly. Your teeth are perfect," replied his mother. "So we're going for Erica?" Brian said. "Well yes, I was able to squeeze in her checkup since we're back home, and it was originally next week but I asked to have them slot you in to the first appointment," said his mother. "Your teeth are perfect for a boy, but to me they looked a little dull with that bright lipstick. Since you'll be competing again later and we both know you'll be wearing a bold color again tonight, then that pretty smile could use a good whitening." "I hate getting a cleaning," said Brian. "It's so annoying." "I didn't say cleaning, but typically they do that first," smiled his mother. "Let's go, Briana." "There's more?" sighed Brian, dropping his head and following her in. Like any boy, he hated the dentist walking in and sitting down with his sister. His ass barely touched the waiting room chair before they called him in and then twenty steps later he sat, having his big chair reclined back. As first it seemed pretty normal having the large blue napkins over his chest and hooked around his neck. He knew the annoyance of a cleaning, as the dental assistant performed the superficial treatment and then he quickly understood that was only the warmup act, as the dentist came in. "So we're doing Zoom today, young lady," said the dentist, poking his blue gloved finger inside his mouth, lifting his gums. "It's so popular with girls these days." "I guess so," Brian saw him preparing some things on the tray next to him as the assistant wiped off his lip gloss. "So, first we'll protect those pretty lips," said the dentist, dipping his finger into a paste and smearing something all over his lips. "Ok," said Brian, getting nervous. "Open wide please, Briana," said the dentist, siding two u-shaped clear items into each side of his mouth. "Ok," grumbled Brian as the dentist pinned back his lips with clear polycarbonate cheek retractors on each side of his mouth. He was used to having a mouthpiece in his mouth long ago when he played football, but this time it was like they were in sideways, as suddenly his teeth were fully exposed instead of protected. Almost instantly he was being indoctrinated in to his chairside bleaching as the dentist immediately got to work on him. A few minutes like this had his head spinning at what he'd already gotten himself into, and then when the dentist returned he applied a hydrogen peroxide gel to his teeth. There was little that Brian could do anyway as he sat there, trying not to twitch and then the dentist lowered a device towards his face. "Ok honey, this is the lamp to activate the peroxide," said the dentist, pulling a blue light over his teeth. "Try to close those pretty eyes and relax. Be absolutely still, and I'll be back in fifteen minutes." For the next fifteen minutes, Brian could do nothing but sit still as the blue light shone on his teeth. Even having Lori do his face or curling his hair he was allowed a little movement, as he was feeling fidgety but could do little about it. When the dentist returned, removing the light and wiping down his teeth, he figured he was done but was quickly corrected. Two more times the procedure of applying peroxide and activating it with the light would occur for fifteen minutes each time, until finally the Zoom activation process was completed. "Very nice, Briana. Just another minute and you can leave," said the dentist, applying a final paste. "This will just help with any sensitivity and your mother told me she already gave you an Advil." "Yes," said Brian, never so happy to be finished with the cheek protectors out, being able to move his jaw finally. "Here, take a peek, Briana," said the dentist, spinning a small mirror. "Wow?" said Brian, shocked at how white his teeth looked, sliding his tongue against them as the dentist held up the mirror. "I hear you're in a big competition, so good luck, young lady," said the dentist, putting it down now and taking off the napkins around his neck. "Now no soda or coffee please for at least a few days, and if you want to keep that pretty smile really white, then avoid it altogether" "Yes doctor," said Brian, springing from the chair, happy to leave. "Thank you." Back to the lobby he scurried, seeing his sister and mother already waiting for him, reading magazines. "Let me see honey?" said his mother as he smiled on command. "That's gorgeous. That's going to really look sensational later. Now redo your gloss to keep your lips well hydrated, and then let's get inside as the mall is open now. There's so much to do this morning." "Like what?" moaned Brian as his sister handed him the gloss as he rubbed it on and followed them right into the main part of the mall. Like he'd been a girl all his life, she treated him no differently than his sister, embarrassingly remarking about what would be cute on him as they spent a few minutes window shopping, and then darted in and out of a few stores. He hated when she had dragged him into some stores for clothes for school, or to get dressed up, but now he was being tortured as she held up cute outfits against him, enjoying every second of their excursion. "Oh good they just confirmed," said his mother as her phone dinged and she put a dress back on the rack. "I really wanted to see you in that, but hopefully we'll have time to try on a few things later." "Oh they're ready for us mom?" said Erica, getting excited. "Who?" said Brian. "Who's ready?" "I booked a nail appointment for us together. Pretty as these are on you, you can't be tumbling or doing back handsprings with these cheap glue on nails, or there's a good chance they'll pop off. said his mother. "That my dear could run your entire routine, and we couldn't have that, could we?" "So then these new nails wouldn't come off that easy?" said Brian, staring down at his. "Exactly?" replied his mother, testing him. "Erica has been getting hers done for years already. You'd be getting them done just like your sisters or myself." "Oh," said Brian, pressing at his index finger. "Really like any other girl would want, right?" said his mother, giving him a look. "Which is what you told me you want, right?" "I've told you already, haven't I?" said Brian, rolling his eyes. "Yes you have. I'll stop asking so much then, and I'm so glad you did because I feel better helping you now. Having our nails done together as a family has always been wonderful, and now we won't need to exclude you honey," said his mother, looking up smiling and opening her purse, handing Erica a twenty. "Go buy Briana some flips flops Erica so she can get her toes done with us while we stop at the treading station since we're still early." "Yes mom," said Erica. "I'll pick something pretty." "Hurry, honey," ordered his mother, grabbing Brian's elbow, pulling him along. "There's no wait and this is something that's really been bothering me, but we'll fix that now?" "What are we threading?" asked Brian, confused. "I don't think to be a cheerleader I really need to know how to sew, mom. Really, that's for grandmas not teenagers." "Thirteen year olds are barely teenagers, but of course you always think you know better don't you?" said his mother. "I didn't mean it that way, mom," said Brian. "I'm sorry." "I accept that honey, but what I don't accept is that I don't know what's best for my daughter, so if you're done being difficult and you expect free reign again later, then you'll be done questioning what I think is best please," said his mother."Deal?" "Sure," Nodded Brian. "Sorry." "Last time I'm asking? said his mother. "You're a girl, right?" "I already told you, mom," said Brian. "In fact more than once today, so please stop testing me." "Ok, let's go then," said his mother, dragging him ahead. "Go sit down over there in that big chair." "Right here in the middle of the mall?" said Brian, looking towards his mother as she just gave him a look. "Yup," said Erica. "Mommy did mine there." "What is that?" asked Brian, stopping a few feet away. "It's the treading station, and just go get the flip flops Erica, please," said his mother, taking him by the forearm right inside the partially sectioned off area. "Lori did wonders on you with your make up, but your brows are much too thick for my liking, so that's about to change, pretty girl." "But she did shape them a little?" said Brian, getting uneasy. "Which was barely noticeable, which I guess was the idea originally, but now after our talks you won't need to worry about hiding from me anymore," said his mother. "Now go sit down." "Oh boy," grumbled Brian to himself. "Hi," His mother said to the woman. "This is Briana, and she's a little nervous." "No worries and I'm Mrs. Kim," said the woman in broken English. "You're already very pretty, and I make nice for you. Very nice. What you like, ladies?" "I'd say nice like these," said his mother, pointing to a big chart with options. "She's thirteen, so I don't want them too too thin, but since I'm pretty sure she'll be doing a prominent eye look later for cheer so I like the idea of the doing at least a steeper arch on her." "Very nice choice for your daughter's heart shape face, eyes closed Briana," Nodded the woman, raising up two strings above his forehead. "I do lot of cheer girls here. I make very nice like the other cheerleders." "Excellent," said his mother watching. "That's what she's hoping for." Brian had painted himself into a corner as he sat back, looking up as the woman began applying some powder to a few places on his brows. She constantly consulted his mother as she defined the areas to be removed and after a little back and forth discussion, wanted to run as a woman approach him with strings extended in between both hands. When she flipped over one wrist, the strings were now positioned forming an X shape and then he closed his eyes, almost afraid to watch. When the first one was plucked, he couldn't believe how much it hurt, and then little by little he could do nothing but accept the pain. What was probably only ten minutes of agony would now provide weeks or maybe months of anguish, as he knew this wouldn't be something that would grow right back or go unnoticed after this weekend. "So you like, or thinner?" Mrs. Kim asked his mother. "What do you think, Briana?" said his mother, looking for his reaction as his eyes popped open, seeing his new brows in the mirror. "Uuumm I think that's..." Brian was dying to get up as immediately he could notice the gap between his pink eye shadow and altered brows. "She thinks just a little thinner at the inside," said his mother, pointing. "I'm sorry, but my daughter is meticulous, so I like the arch but let's just raise the inside a touch more and thin out the outside slightly." "As you wish," Nodded the woman, pushing closed his lids, quickly getting back to work. "You can always fill in if it's too thin." It really wasn't that much more threading, but when he opened his eyes, it surely made a big difference as his eye shadow looked like it barely made it out of his crease now. He could see that his sister returned with a bag in hand, as he just sat there, hoping this would end soon as finally the woman unraveled the treats from her fingers. Seemingly satisfied with the amount of hairs removed, she took out a small scissor, trimming what was left down to a very short length and then applied a liquid astringent to the area. "I like that now," His mother was inspecting. "Those look much better. Please show her and are you happy with those, Briana?" Once again, a small mirror was held out for him to see himself as he opened his eyes, not even wanting to look. For a few seconds he just stared, not really knowing how much was gone, yet this was no shape any boy would ever have as he struggled nervously just to speak. "Ahhhuuhhh." Brian nodded as if to almost plead that they'd take no more. "Excellent! I'm so glad sweetie," said his mother, tipping the girl. "Let's go honey." If his mother was testing his desire to really be feminine, she was doing nothing to let up on him, as the second his brows were complete he was right out of the chair and they were inside the nail salon. At least this was relaxing as they bathed his feet and soaked off his nails. There was really no reason to have his toes done as he'd be in sneakers again this evening, but that was the least of his issues as he been trust into the ritual of getting mani-pedis. He looked over at his mother on one side and his sister, as it was extremely peculiar to be between them as they glued on his tips. Filling each one with the acrylic mixture and applying the powder before filing would create the strong nails permanently attached to his own now as he glanced at his little sister, noticing she was in her glory just having hers shaped and painted. For as long as he could remember, the women in his family were regularly getting their nails done and now unbelievably he had joined them. One hour later, he had nails every Cheer Elite girl would be envious of, with a baby blue base the long ombre nail soon faded to royal. A thin layer of silver glitter separated a square white tip at the end from the blues, and across each index finger a series of the tiniest rhinestones added that last touch of flare. Royal blue toes with a baby blue tip atop flip flops like he was off to the beach perfectly accented his long digits, even though only he'd be privy to knowing they were present once his sneakers or boots were back on. He walked out of the nail salon with his mother and sister, wondering what more could she really do and then inside Claire's they went. This time though it would be his sister sitting down instead of him, as she was working up the nerve that had eluded her for her entire life. "Mom, I can't," said Erica, wanting to get up as the girl drew little dots on her ears. "Erica, you'll be fine," said her mother. "It's nothing, and look Briana did it a few years ago." "I did, and it's just a little pinch," said Brian, feeling bad, encouraging her, sitting down next to her, taking her hand. "I'm a big sissy, and if I could do it then so can you?" "You know let's show her," Nodded his mother, grabbing something from the wall. "Can you load these?" "Of course ma'am," said the girl, turning towards Brian. "You mean put them in right?" said Brian, looking over at her inquisitively. "My ears are pierced already?" "I know, but most of the cheerleaders have more than one," smiled his mother, looking at more items on the wall. "You were maybe the only girl in the team picture that didn't?" "They do, and before I load these, would you like to see some other options?" asked the salesgirl. "Oh please," said his mother. "That's very thoughtful." "It's no problem," said the girl, bringing up an inquiry screen on the counter top touch monitor. "What club are you in? I can show you some options?" "Uuumm Cheer Elite," answered Brian softly. "I'm sorry," said the girl, confused. "Say that again?" "Don't be shy Briana?" said his mother. "Speak up honey." "Cheer Elite," said Brian, dying in the chair now as she typed it in and some options popped right up on the screen. "I'm a Cheer Elite girl." "I love their colors!" said the girl, pointing to a few images. "We have most of the big clubs set up in the computer, and these are what you're seeing the other girls with. Let's see what's in stock." "Thank you," said his mother, as the sales girl looked along the wall now. "They do have pretty colors." "How about take these? It's a set," said the girl, pulling down some little studs sets and showing them to Brian's mother. "Did you have the set with the cheer necklace?" asked his mother, looking at the choices and the computer. "Yes, I like that for her?" said the girl. "Here, let's try on the necklace." "You like that, Briana?" asked his mother as he looked down, seeing a rhinestone covered cheer silhouette with blue stones across his chest. "Sure," said Brian, giving his mother a look. "But haven't you spent enough on me already. We're here for Erica, not me." "I love spending on both my girls," said his mother. "She'll take it." "That one only comes with a set, so I'll load up the first studs if you're ready? With her hair always pulled back in cheer, most girls will do a big diamond stud in the first hole for the bling effect and then you use the team colors to accent. That's what I'd do if I was you, Briana," said the girl, selling a little. "It looks so much prettier and you've got the lobes for it." "Yes, that is what I saw in some of the pictures," said his mother, touching her chin, thinking. "So this is the best set for her then. I can do a nice sized sapphire stud in the second hole, and a smaller aquamarine in the next one," said the girl, showing his mother some earrings. "Those match the team colors and would look really pretty with her nails." "Perfect, let's do that and then Erica can see how easy this is," said his mother, as the girl loaded the gun. His mother glanced down to see his reaction yet did his best internalizing his anguish. He sat with his eyes closed as she marked his ears and then only grimaced a little as she pierced through his lobes. It wasn't even lunch time yet, and he had been pierced, plucked and whitened, none of which could be disguised. If those weren't long term enough, his nails seemed so rock solid, like he had grown his own, feeling so much harder than the tops of his drug store fake nails earlier. He sat supporting his little sister with their manicured hands in each other's as she summoned the same courage getting her ears pierced. Just feeling her tremble made him feel for her even more, yet he was stuck self-absorbed, mostly looking away at himself in the mirrored walls of the store. As much as he hated the thought, he stared over at his barely made up face behind braids and new bling, not really doubting at all now that he'd be viewed as anything but the tween he'd roped himself into becoming. When Erica was finished, it was like she was on cloud nine while he tried not to over think what he'd become as off they went to continue their girl's trip out together. For the next forty five minutes, those outfits his mother had only held up against him soon found their way to his body in the dressing room, as any resistance would be futile as he tried things on. It was almost dizzying, but he was in no position to argue anyway until finally he was saved by the bell. "Oh my," said his mother looking anxious. "Hurry, get dressed girls." When finally her phone dinged, interrupting her shopping rampage, it was good to actually redress in what he had come in as she hurried him leaving the store like a whirl wind. "What's the hurry, mom?" asked Brian, surprised yet relieved," Sorry but I almost lost track of time!" said his mother, giving him a look and whispering his way. "I thought you'd be dying to leave, but who knew I had such a willing shopper on my hand. As a boy you always hated it, and now you don't want to stop trying on dresses?" "Yeah, I guess I really didn't?" sighed Brian, looking away. "Wait, why are we going in here?" "Relax, I'm well aware of the restrictions around today's hairdo," said his mother. "But that's exactly why we're here. We're going to do something about those extensions, and those are Lori's, aren't they?" "Well yes," said Brian. "But she doesn't need them right now. She's not competing, and she doesn't use them all, anyway. She said she only uses them to supplement her hair, and she's got a drawer full of them." "Yes, to get her hair looking fuller and longer. We all do that, and you probably haven't even noticed when I've had these put in a few years ago," said his mother, touching her hair. "Wow, actually I didn't?" said Brian amazed. "Boys never do, but girls notice everything. Both your sisters knew right away, but after a while, you forget you even have them in," said his mother. "You'll forget just like you do now with Lori's in, but unless you're planning on keeping your hair in a bob or even shorter once you give them back, then you'll need your own." "Oh?" said Brian, sliding his hands down his long braid. "Yeah short hair would not work here, but I don't want you to spend more money on me, so for now hers are fine." "The nails and earrings are on me dear, but the extensions are coming out of the money I found squirreled away in your room when I was snooping," said his mother, peeking open her pocketbook, showing him his old envelope he had hidden away. "Whatever we don't spend on your hair, I'll let you use for some cute things of your own choice that I imagine you've been saving for without my knowledge, but later you're giving Lori back those wefts. Now I can ask them to do something short that'll look cute when you flip around, or are you spending the money on your own extensions?" "I haven't seen any cheerleaders with short hair, mom. My hair is long, but not long enough without the extensions in. How would the bow even stay in?" moaned Brian. "You know they have such strict rules on this stuff, and I don't think short hair would work on cheerleaders at all." "You're right of course, Briana. For cheer leaders no, it just wouldn't, so aren't you glad then that you're spending your money on something you really want?" said his mother, walking up the desk. "Hi! So I have an appointment for my daughter? It's under Capelli." "Wonderful, and welcome to Great Lengths?" said the girl. "So is this Briana?" "Yes," said his mother. "And thanks for getting us in today." "No worries, and your timing couldn't have been better," said the girl. "It worked out with a cancelation we had anyway. It's very rare for a weekend." "See, more good luck honey," said his mother, giving a little pinch and whispering into his ear. "Almost like the girl getting hurt." "Follow me, honey," said the girl. "Adrianna will be doing your hair, so let's get you washed out and ready honey." Brian followed the girl back to a chair in front of a sink, as the moment he sat they wrapped him in a pink plastic cape. "So good afternoon, Miss Briana," said the middle aged woman. "I'm Adrianna, and I hear you're a cheer star?" "Hi," said Brian. "I wouldn't say star." "Wow, a modest cheerleader," Joked Adrianna, undoing his braids and running her fingers through his hair. "You must be really good, then and let's get these out so we can see what we've got here." He sat quietly as she unraveled his hair before unsnapping his extensions and slowly but surely took them out. When finally she was finished, the pile of Lori's wefts sat on the counter next to him and then back went his chair. He knew what it was like to have his hair shampooed and conditioned then he was led to a chair like any other girl, with his head wrapped in a towel. "So, just a little shape and then we'll start the process," said Adriana, pulling down the towel and brushing through his hair. "Just get comfortable sweetie." First a threading station, then a nail salon and now he was in a busy hair salon. He glanced out as every person was on display in their chairs, just like he was behind floor to ceiling length glass walls. He was again just one of the girls now, with a wet head of messy hair as she sectioned his head and began trimming. There was nothing but little trimmings as she sliced at the edges, and then within ten minutes her blow dryer went on. With her fingers and a brush, she blew out the dampness and then he watched some layering in the mirror. In no time at all, his hair sat in long layers framing his face down to his collar bone in a girls blunt cut, as he gulped at his reflection with a hairdo like one of the more trendy girls in his school. "Don't be nervous," said Adrianna, seeing his worried look, softly playing with his hair in the mirror from behind. "I'm sure it was scarier when you cut your hair shorter the first time, but before you know it all the gorgeous length will be back." "Oh?" said Brian, not sure how to answer as she began pinning it up, sliding in long silver pins. "Yeah true." "Not that many girls your age get cold fusion anyway, so without any damage to your hair like older women your hair will take to it easily," said Adrianna, brushing through the back and adding more long pins and clicking a few things on her phone, handing it to him. "Here, watch a show on my phone and it'll occupy your time. "Thanks," said Brian, looking down at his bold nails, holding the phone. "I queued up The Bachelor, which if you haven't seen it this season, then I'm sure you'll love it," said Adrianna, brushing only the bottom sections behind his neck with the rest now pinned up. "The guy is gorgeous this year." He could feel her twisting what seemed like a small section between her fingers, and he saw the clear disk slide in her left hand behind his head. From the table, she lifted a long strand, placing it under his hair and then a metal plier like tool was lifted from her counter. It was quick and painless, so different from the rest of his day, and then within seconds it was over as she placed the tool back down. Between her thumb and index finger, he felt the slightest tension as she squeezed the bond and then just as quickly, she dropped down the long strand. Minute after minute now, he watched thin section after section join the others, as he couldn't believe how long they were once she flipped them onto his shoulder out of the way. With each super long strand multiplying at an alarming rate, this was no simple clip in process, as she spent no time hiding seams, instead he soon realized these new strands seemed much more permanent. It took him a half an hour to understand what was really happening now, and soon knew what his mother meant that these would really be his. By the time he was almost through the second episode of the show, the piles of hair at each shoulder became extremely thick. When the third episode ended, she was working above his left ear now, as he couldn't believe how much hair had been attached to his head. When finally the fourth show ended, he was getting nervous about the time and then he looked up, realizing his mother and sister had returned. "Wow that looks fantastic," said his mother, nodding. "Fantastic if you like Cousin It," joked his sister. "That's how they look until I give your sister a good haircut, honey," said Adrianna, sharing a giggle with Erica as she pulled out the last clip, releasing the remaining pinned up strands. "But trust me, she's about to look incredible, so don't make her more nervous than she already is. Ok, you can stand up now, Briana." As Brian stood from the chair, she pulled all the hair onto his back as he glanced down over his shoulder, stunned that he now had hair down to his ass. "Stand tall and chin forward. Look straight ahead," ordered Adrianna, brushing through it. "So how far down are we keeping it, mom?" ' "I'd say three quarters, right?" answered his mother as he felt Adrianna pushing in her finger on the lower part of his back. "I think that should be pretty," replied Adrianna, as she straightened his head and he heard the clipping now. After all that work, he was getting his second haircut already without leaving the salon, as she trimmed and brushed continually. She came out in front of him now, moving some of it to each side of his shoulders, layering a little and then glided her flat iron through it a few times. When she moved out of the way, he couldn't believe his own eyes, seeing the front sections span past his rib cage, and then she held up the mirror, showing him the back. She had to move it up and down so he could see the entire length, as he could easily reach around his wrist, turning it under and still touch his hair, as it sat maybe only six inches above his waistline. He had hair even longer than Lori's extensions now, as it sat in a straight style way down his back, sheared into a sleek, slightly tapered v-shape. In front from the crown area forward, it was all his, as she blended it seamlessly into a long layered style. With the shortest lengths of his natural hair trimmed to curve under his chin and then span down, he had a pin straight, off centered parted style that looked so amazingly natural, yet ready to easily be pumped up for any popular cheer style. These would be no borrowed clip in extensions ever again, as he raked his nails through the strands, still stunned. They certainly wouldn't be cheap either, as he watched his mother empty half of his envelope, spending the money he had never an intention of spending on hair. As much as he needed them in right now, it quickly dawned on him, as he wondered how he'd be getting them out, but he already figured they wouldn't be coming out too easily. He had walked into the mall with his mother, worried he'd be recognized without being in costume or hiding behind all his makeup. Instead, he'd walk out unable to change back anytime soon, and without professional help, as he followed like one of the girls on his way home, to continue getting ready to compete yet again. His sister and mother talked the whole ride back, as he barely heard a word, instead staring out the window, wondering what he'd done to himself. It was all his own doing, yet he never expected anything like this, as he just sat nodding his head at whatever they said until they were thankfully home. When they got out of the car, he ran up the stairs, not sure how to even handle all this, feeling ashamed in his room. There'd be only a short time to rest until he'd have to begin getting ready anyway, as he stared at himself, flipping his hair around. Ten minutes of self-pity was soon interrupted by the doorbell, as he knew what that meant, standing up from his bed. "Oh crap," gulped Brian. "Already?"