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Bowled Over By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Six Brian reached back, buckling his bra under his top and then the nurse came back in, handing him some little containers of supplements that he shoved in his pocketbook. He listened to her brief instructional lecture and then happily he was free to leave as he had survived the physical approved for the team. "So how did it go?" asked Lori waiting. "Ok I think," said Brian, still a bit confused. "I passed!" "Awesome, bestie!" said Lori, hugging him. "But you don't seem so excited?" "No I am, but that was more nerve racking than you can imagine," replied Brian, rubbing his leg. "All went well, but apparently my levels are low and they were afraid my bones could be fragile, so he gave me a shot." "That's it? That's not so bad then?" said Lori as they started walking away. "That's got to be a big relief that he didn't look further?" "Well that time of the month stuff worked," said Brian. "I can't believe it, but thankfully it did!" "Perfect, then you're good to go," said Lori. "That's fantastic." "Yup," said Brian. "But before we leave, let's stop in the ladies room so I can get this damn thing out." "What's the rush! It's just a pad, and that thing was a blessing. Come on, this is everything you wanted so be more positive!" said Lori, nudging him. "It's your dream and you made it happen, so don't be worried about it now!" "Yes but maybe with some side effects," snickered Brian. "The shot they gave me was a heavy dose of some kind of estrogen." "Seriously?" said Lori, half smiling and half concerned. "Yes, apparently boys and girls until about 12 have the same levels so that wasn't the issue. The issue was that for a girl my age at 13 with her period, that mine should be higher of course, but luckily they chalk it up to being very thin, active and dieting," said Brian. "They don't worry about it too much but they correct it by overdosing with hormones." "So you're about to get really really emotional then?" laughed Lori. "Maybe? He did say I'll be getting some mood swings," joked Brian. "But not just yet I don't think?" "Good, because I need to ask you something before we leave, and it might swing that happy mood a little," said Lori, stopping near the door. "Just promise you won't be mad at me please?" "After all you've done for me?" said Brian. "Of course!" "Good, because remember you were supposed to take me to my dance tonight, right?" said Lori. "Lori, I know I promised, but how can I?" Brian looked at her surprised she asked about that. "Look at me. I can't just undo all this in an instant." "Well it's not an instant, silly," said Lori, shaking her head. "It's in a few hours, and of course I know you can't take me like this, but that wasn't what I was asking." "Oh," smirked Brian. "Thank goodness." "What I was asking if you're ok with somebody else taking me?" said Lori, pulling the teddy bear for a bag, shaking it. "I kind of need a date." "You're going with my teddy bear?" asked Brian, confused. "No silly." Lori handed him the bear. "Ohhhh?" sighed Brian, holding the teddy bear Ricky had brought him earlier. "Yes, Would you mind Ricky taking me?" Lori carefully watched his reaction. "Obviously I can't take you right now?" "Oh? Ricky? Sure if he'd go?" said Brian, taken aback. "Sure, why not?" "You're sure?" said Lori, taking his wrist and looking into his eyes. "Because it's kind of been a crazy weekend, and you did kind of go out last night?" "That was my mom, and you know that! You're the one texting as me just to settle things down!" replied Brian, getting defensive. "Plus it wasn't a date date you know.... and its not like he's my boyfriend or anything. We're just friends, and we both confirmed that today." "Yeah, I know. He told me and you told me and well.... but I'm just making sure," said Lori, taking out her phone and texting. "Ok I'll text him now then and say we're on for tonight." "You asked him already?" said Brian feeling odd about it. "Well, not officially but he already said he'd go if I needed him to, so I just wanted to make sure you're ok with it and so does he?" said Lori, looking up at Brian. "If not, then I'd have had to go with my cousin and there goes my entire rep as the cool cheerleader if I had to do that." "Sure it's cool, and you knew I wanted to watch football later anyway," said Brian, feeling better about it. "Today are the championship games, so this works out and kind of gets me off the hook of going to some stupid dance anyway." "Well, it does work out and that wasn't entirely what I was asking about?" Lori smiled. "What do you mean?" asked Brian confused. "There's more?" "Yeah?" replied Lori, sheepishly folding her hands. "You're really not off the hook, and I still need you to go. It means I don't have to go with my cousin like a loser, but someone does. His date got the flu and without one my mother was making me go with him. So now I have a date and so does he." "You want me to go with your cousin?" said Brian as his eyes popped. "Tell me that's not what you're saying?" "Uuumm," smiled Lori. "Yup!" "You mean Norman," said Brian, ready to freak out. "The nerdiest kid in your class?" "Ah yeah?" said Lori with some attitude. "And he's not that bad! Well.... I mean sure, he's a little different and..." "And what, Lori," said Brian stunned. "And Of course I'd rather be there with my BFF, but obviously you screwed that up!" said Lori. "At least now I'll save face with a cute date, and so will he." "Are you insane?" said Brian, getting upset. "A lot of your friends know me! I can't go to the dance as a girl, let alone with Norman. Eeewww!" "I know he's a nerd, but he's my cousin and I love him," replied Lori, insulted. "And you don't have to be a bitch about it!" "Sorry," said Brian, realizing he pissed her off. "You should be, and why is it insane!? What I did for you is insane! And that you pulled it off is insane!" said Lori, going off on him. "I helped you take my place, maneuvered things, trained you, made you up and all so you could live out your dream to go to a super bowl and now you are! If I asked you to jump off a bridge you should do it for me without blinking an eye." "Shhhhit?" sighed Brian, with his tail between his legs. "You know I would." "That's better, Brie," said Lori, calming down. "Am I really asking a lot here, especially in your current situation?" "No, but it could backfire on both of us?" said Brian. "Being a cheerleader super made up at a cheer competition is one thing, but how could I possibly..?" "Possibly what? Possibly look like a thirteen year old girl for a dance?" smiled Lori. "Seriously?" "I mean like one that no one would know?" said Brian. "I just went to that school 2 years ago, and some of your friends know I was going to be there with you, right?" "A few, but trust me they only care about themselves and their own dates. They'll be all into themselves and trying to outdo each other for attention, certainly not worried that you're not there with a boy they don't even say hello to," Lori explained. "Plus you do realize Ricky is pretty hot, so he'll be garnering quite a bit of attention when I walk in on his arm, which means anyone that even expected me with you will forget about that in about ten seconds." "Yeah, that makes me feel so much better now," said Brian, giving her a look. "Why not? You should be happy if that means less attention on you, and trust me, as much as it pains me to say it, anyone with Norman will not be drawing attention," said Lori. "Now chill, because you've got me as your makeup artist, and I've got a few extra tricks up my sleeve. Plus not a sole would recognize you as a redhead now anyway, and you won't be going as Briana. I figured your middle name sounds cute, so you'll be Kylie Capelli, Brian's cousin, and that kind of has an adorable ring to it, right? "Oh I hate you, bestie!" sighed Brian, knowing he had little choice anyway. "No, you love me, and there's one last thing you might want to know," smiled Lori. "Like it matters, and what else could there be?" said Brian, looking at her like are you kidding me? "You mom and sisters know all about this, and your mother already bought you a dress she said could work for tonight," said Lori, meekly. "Apparently while you were getting your hair done yesterday, she was loading your wardrobe. That outfit you wore out last night on your date wasn't the only thing that'll be in your closet now." "Well obviously I will need some clothes if I'm stuck like this every day for two weeks," said Brian, rolling his eyes. "But I told you it wasn't a date." "I know you've said it more than once now, so ok?" said Lori with a smirk. "But just so you know... well I had to sell this to Norman so he kind of thinks this is." "Is what, Lori?" said Brian, getting angry. "A date? And you had to sell a weirdo geek on me?" "Ok, well you're hot but you're not that hot," teased Lori, cracking herself up. "Well at least when I put you together for later, we're going to turn down the hotness, unless you do want him to think you're the bomb?" "I think I'm going to just shut up now before I scream," replied Brian, slapping his forehead. "Good, because we need to go get ready, and your mother has the car pulled up outside," said Lori, opening the door. "Sorry if I gave you a headache, bestie?" "No you're not, but either way I probably deserved it," said Brian, following her to the car and shaking his head. "Yup! You did," said Lori as she opened the car door. "But migraines might also mean that I think that your hormones are starting to kick in." "How did it go, Briana?" His mother turned around as they got in. "Lori texted me you passed with flying colors." "Yup, being on my period worked out perfectly, mom," said Brian. "But can we talk later. I've got a headache." "Then maybe you really do understand what's it's like having your period," teased his mother, pulling the car out on the road. "But you'll feel better when you see how cute you look in what I bought you." As much as he wanted to scream, he just closed his eyes sitting with Erica and Lori in the back as they all gossiped all the way home. There was little time to waste as they got to Brian's house as Lori dragged him upstairs to get ready for the dance. Into the bathroom they went as she helped him out of his cheer outfit, and thankfully he took the tampon pad from his panties. It felt great just to be changed into his sisters long t-shirt as they came out together before heading back downstairs. She dragged him into the kitchen as he sat surrounded again by all her cosmetics as she started first by wiping away his bold lips. As cautiously as she could, she took a wipe to his cheeks and then his eye lids, removing the glittery shadows and shimmering cheeks. It was a slow but precise process, but after ten minutes she was repairing any flaws in his complexion and contouring his face. Pale pinks were now brushed to his cheeks before she closed his eyes and worked on his shadows. He could no longer see what she was up to, but realized it would no longer be competition make up, as she ever so meticulously made up his face. "Open, Brie?" Lori ordered, looking at him, happily checking her work. "This is going to be fun. I promise." "No it's not, but I'm doing this for my BFF anyway," said Brian with puppy dog eyes. "Oh stop, you redheaded primadona," teased Amy, coming over. "Now let Lori go do her face and let's get this hair down." As Lori ran upstairs to their bathroom, Amy steped in, pulling the pins from his bump. From all the hairspray that had cemented it in place, it barely even wavered as she stretched the band that held on his bow and unraveled it over his curls. "Eeeaassy!" yelped Brian as she tugged on his hair until finally it all fell to his shoulders. "Man, what a sissy you are?" teased Amy, beginning to undo his braids at the left side. "Here, hold your little pink bear. That should make you feel better." "Not funny, sis." Brian cringed as she unwound his hair. "You do realize girls are a lot tougher than that, right?" said Amy, moving to the right now. "Didn't I just prove I was as tough?" replied Brian, annoyed and actually squeezing the bear. "Yeah, because tough girls do usually run out crying and tossing their sodas on their boyfriend's laps during a horror movie?" giggled Amy, moving to the back. "Head forward now, and let me get the back braid out please." Brian clenched his fists, wanting to turn and punch his older sister like he'd done so many times while they were growing up, yet thought better of it. He did his best restraining himself, knowing his mother would kill him as he half spun towards her, trying to show her he still had some toughness in him. "You're lucky mom's home," said Brian, feeling his fist vibration. "Lucky why?" asked Amy sarcastically. "Lucky because if you hit me and break a nail, she can fix it, carrot top." "Enough you two, please," their mother scolded them, walking in. "We really just don't have time for this please, and Erica will be down in a second, so I'd rather not have her see any issues between you." "Sorry," said Amy, undoing the back. "My fault. Sorry, sis." "Yeah," nodded Brian. "I'm sorry too." "That's better, and just try to enjoy being the princess, just like you did the cheerleader, please," said his mother, touching his face. "This time you're doing this for Lori, and not yourself, so I expect you'll make sure to avoid any drama with her cousin, right?" "Yes mom," nodded Brian, ashamed and looking down. "Thank you, honey," said his mother. "Now let Erica help please, girls?" "Of course," said Amy, stretching a wire across Brian's chest. "Erica just curl the sections nice and tight that we had braided before, while I separate the back, ok?" "Yes! That'll be fun," said Erica, stretching her brother's hair near his temple and spraying it. "How many curls do I do on each side?" "As many as you can, and in sections like this?" said Amy, pulling out a small section and showing her how much to curl at once. "It'll match perfectly once I separate in the back, so go ahead and then you can help once we tie it all together." It was the thinnest curling iron he'd seen by far, as his little sister wrapped up a small section and held it taut just near his ear. He recognized he had to be tough, feeling like it was almost burning his temple yet that was bearable next to Amy almost yanking out little hairs each time she separated curls behind his head. He could see how happy this made his little sister, yet that was the only thing he felt good about as he didn't dare complain while they changed the cheer star into a nerd's girlfriend for the evening, just sitting and gritting his teeth, trying not to scream aloud. It took a good fifteen minutes of curling hair next to what had already been curled, as eventually Erica passed the iron to Amy as she made changes and fixed things she wasn't happy with. There was little Brian could do anyway, until finally Amy set down the iron but most of all he didn't want to be badgered again, so he sat saying nothing while he was flinching in silence for most of the time. "Here Erica," said his sister, handing her two spools of ribbon and a big scissor. "You curl the ribbons and then we'll put them in together. Make them really long, and then we'll adjust them as we put them in." "You mean like you did for my hair for birthday party last year?" asked Erica, excited and unrolling some pink ribbon from the spool. "Yeah something like that," smiled Amy, winking at her brother. When Amy came around the front now, she soaked the top bump with some gel and then raked through it with her brush. If he didn't scream before, he held back now, only whimpering to himself as she raked through his natural hair, brushing it forward, distracted only by the scraping sound of his little sister sliding ribbon against the scissor. Instead of being teased up and back now, she sliced through the heavy spray's bonds, moving it across from left to right and then into his face. It almost felt worse as she changed to the hard wire brush, scraping the harsh bristles across his forehead until finally it began brushing through his hair without resistance. It was a welcome relief when she turned on her hairdryer, removing some of the moisture before she snapped in a hinge pin, keeping it all out of his eyes as Lori interrupted. "So?" said Lori, coming back in now. "What do you think?" Lori looked stunning in a short teal A-line asymmetrical one shoulder dress and her face made up with shiny ruby lips. With a sweetheart neckline and a fully bejeweled bodice, she looked like a goddess with her hair side swept sitting on her bare shoulder in a series of loose, tussled curls. He'd seen her made up for cheer, but never like this, all put together like a princess in a fancy dress instead of a costume. He also noticed her shapely legs so many times beneath the even shorter cheer skirt, yet never did her legs look so long now in peep-toed teal pumps. "Wow!" gulped Brian, astonished. "You look incredible." "Yeah, I know," teased Lori with a wink, twirling in her dress. "Some boy that should have taken me and not ditched me for a better offer will eat his heart out tonight." "Not fair," laughed Brian. "I bet the guy is sorry right now then, isn't he?" "Nah, he'll have just as good a time, and I guarantee will look just as incredible," smiled Lori. "Especially once he sees his dress." "Let's hope so, and please just drop the he from that sentence before she freaks, ok?" Grinned Brian. "As much as I hate to say this, please just make sure you girls do everything possible so no one could ever think there's a he under whatever the hell I'm about to be in." "That was the plan, but now that you said it.... well it kind of reinforces what I was kind of kicking back and forth in my mind?" said Lori, tapping her chin. "I guess we'll make sure we add it in just to be sure if that makes you feel better?" "Well I don't know if anything will make me feel better but..." Brian began yo say before seeing his mother walk in with his dress. "Seriously mom?" "What, don't you like it?" asked his mother, holding out all the pink dress. "Lori's dress is amazing, and so should yours be?" "Well I don't know," said Brian, staring at it. "But that's a lot of pink!" "Yeah well it's not the dress I bought you that I was expecting to put you in, because after I saw Lori's and talking to her..." replied his mother, clenching her teeth and making a face. "Well it kind of would have made the wrong statement, and not been right for the event, so we switched gears a little." "What does that mean?" asked Brian, worried. "Meaning I bought something better suited for a nice dinner out with Ricky or whoever, and that'll look a little too mature for today," said his mother. "The plan is to fit in, and not be that sexy, right?" "Please don't use that word, or even talk about a date like that mom," said Brian, dying inside. "But yeah I just want to fit in like she needs me to, and not draw any extra attention." "You're so pretty I'm not so sure about that honey," said his mother, hanging the dress on a hook and walking towards him. "But either way if this dress doesn't work, Amy has a few more in the back of her closet that she wore about your age that should fit. Hands up dear." "Fantastic," Brian grumbled as she helped him off with his long shirt. He stood being stared at by everyone, feeling self-conscious as his mother strapped a small pale pink bra on him and then handed him his panties. "Oh and you'll be much more comfortable in this, meaning you won't need that thing to hold the extra gross stuff out of the way, Briana," said his mother, as everyone knew the drill, turning their backs. "Nothing will show under the dress, and just tell me once you've got your panties on." "Well I guess in some strange way, that's a positive," joked Brian, stepping into his lacey satin pink panties as everyone stared at the wall while he pulled them in place. "Ok then." When they turned back around, his mother now opened a package and rolled up some hose between her fingers before having him step into them. She tugged on each leg and then snugged the waist band over his hips before snapping the waist band past his stomach. Just looking down at himself in hose was bizarre enough, but that lasted but a second as she knelt with his dress and he stepped into it. "Oh mom," said Amy, getting chocked up as her mother slid his arms through the thin straps and the dress into place. "I remember that dress so well now. I think I was twelve when I wore that!" "Well, I remember it like it was yesterday," said their mother, getting just as choked up when she zipped up the back and fastened the snap near the middle of his back. "You were eleven just like Kylie will be tonight, and you wore it to a homecoming dance." "Jezzz," said Amy thinking. "I guess you're right, and it looks like it fits him perfectly." "Did you say eleven?" said Brian, snapping his neck back towards her. "Yeah about that, bestie? Well we figured it's better being a bit younger than your date will be, even lead to less questions that you're not in eighth grade like the rest of us," said Lori, approaching his face. "I went to yours with you when I was eleven, in case you forgot already?" "I guess you did?" said Brian, thinking about it. "Exactly, and I want my best friend with me just like I was for you, so at least in some weird way that'll still be happening," said Lori. "Either way, there will be plenty of dates that are older or younger, so it's no big deal." "Did you forget that I went to so many of these starting when I was younger," said Amy. "It's normal." "But I'm really 15?" gulped Brian, seeing her squirt some solution into a small container. "If that's what you want, I'm sure Norman wouldn't mind walking in with an older woman, but we both know that would really turn some heads and draw quite a bit of attention," said Lori, dipping her index finger down gently. "If that's what you really want, then you'll need to change and we'll switch you back to the sexier dress your mother bought, or find something else in your sister's closet?" "You know I think I'm starting to really love being in pink," said Brian, getting nervous. "Let's just go with your first thought Lori, and avoid the sexy idea at all costs, please." "Yeah, that's what I figured," smiled Lori, positioning her fingers on his face. "Don't move until I tell you. These little tweaks will help, but don't be weird for a minute. Look up." He looked down, seeing a contact on her finger and then looked up as she held open his left eye, as in went the contact. Having never worn them before, it felt so strange growing blurry for a moment and then in went the other. It took a few moments to adjust, as it was like they were tag teaming him anyway, as Amy was sliding things over his right wrist and his mother on the left, as these were all sensations he just wasn't used to. When the blur started to fade, it felt so bizarre, never before having a bracelet wiggle on his wrist and seldom did he ever have a ring grace his finger. Feeling a necklace lightly touch his breast plate was less strange, yet then Lori stuck her finger to the edges of his mouth. "Smile big and hold it, bestie," said Lori, oddly pushing up his upper lip and applying pressure. "Fifteen more seconds ok, and this will really help?" This was all so unexpected, as she held firmly and then pushed at his gums while Amy took a second changing his earrings. When she finally seemed satisfied, it was a feeling he had known too well only a few years earlier, taking his tongue and sliding it across his teeth. "You're kidding," said Brian, making a yucky face. "No, we're going as authentic as we can, right?" Lori replied, getting a bit serious. "You just told me this?" "Yeah, but those will come out right, by tomorrow?" grumbled Brian. "And not ruin all the whitening I just did?" "Such a girly girl now," laughed his mother. "But it will, right Lori?" "No it'll be fine, and I have an adhesive remover that won't stain," giggled Lori. "I wore them on Halloween once, and they come out pretty easily." "Excellent, but we need to pick up the pace ladies," His mother stated. "Finish up. You've got about ten minutes until we expect the boys to arrive",. "No, like five," said Lori, looking at her phone. "My uncle is already on the way with Norman, and Ricky's uber is almost here." "It's fine," said Amy. "Sit Briana, and let me finish the front." "You scoop your dress like this as you sit, honey," said his mother, showing him as he sat. "And please stick with Kylie now before someone screws up everything." He sat there, feeling sick to his stomach as once again his anxiety returned, knowing he was minutes away as he Amy pulled the clip from the front of his hair. With her flat iron, she glided through the long front section that was previously back in a big cheer bump, trying a deep side part and then a middle part. "Eleven, right?" said Amy, thinking as she rummaged through a canister on the table filled with a series of pins and hair accessories, while playing with the front of his hair. "Because I'm not sure about pulling this across with all the spirals behind it, unless you want me to pull it all back? I could use a fancy headband, or do some twists into the curls?" "At eleven, you looked so cute with a fringe, and that you could still do with a few twists behind it into the tight curls," replied his mother, thinking. "Almost like a Taylor Swift type of thing, and it would still easily roll back into a cheer bump tomorrow? Erica, give me your tween vogue magazine over there, because there was a whole section with a few cute things I filed away in my head last month, not thinking we'd be using them on your brother?" "I know the pages. There's a whole section on fringes, and then another on junior prom hair," said Erica, quickly paging through it. "There's Taylor and Ariana. And then here's a few other ideas." "How cute is that with the curls?" said Amy, flipping back and forth. "I can do that easily, and then add the accessories like we wanted to anyway." "That will be much cutier, Amy?" His mother agreed. "I say go for it, ladies." "Well, that would help disguise her even more, and I did that all the time with my hair when I was younger," said Lori, looking at the pages and then at Brian, nodding. "She'd like that, right Kylie?" "Of course she would," said Brian, rolling his eyes. "Please just finish this and I want to get this night over with." "This does look really pretty for sure. I can keep it really thick like Taylor's, and I think that'll be adorable on her," said Amy, taking the back of her rat-tailed brush and scraping it across the top of her brother's head. "Look down and keep your chin tilted towards the floor until I tell you please Kylie. Lori just help me get the comb in first before we do the front please." He noticed Lori stretch open this dark flexible zig zag device that looked like a series of endless "W"s, and then position it above his head. Next, Amy pushed his head forward, positioning it so she could work atop it on an angle and then created a horizontal part. She took a minute brushing the hair into the front of the part into his face, and then he felt a series of sharp scratches from temple to temple against his scalp from the middle of the crown to the back, pulling back his all his curls. Ever so quickly, starting at the leftmost tiny section, she pinched his tightly pulled hair against his scalp, twisting in something continually until he heard a pop and felt it snap down. Thirteen more times he felt it occur, as the tension of each little section was apparent, and then she began twisting a small section of his hair at the temple near his left ear. "Ok hold this one Erica, while I do the other," said Amy, handing the stand to his little sister before placing a tiny clear band between her teeth and heading to the right side. Again she spun at that temple, twisting endlessly until finally taking the clear band from her mouth and tying the sections together behind his head. Without hesitation now, she took a bright bow from her canister as he felt its weight once she snapped it behind his head, and saw Erica grab a fistful of curly ribbons, joining her sister working in the back. "I'll get them where I want, and you snap them in, sis," said Amy as Brian felt them gingerly touching and moving his hair. "It's so pretty, Kylie," said Erica, in her glory. "You're going to love this." "Of course she is," said his mother, nudging him. "Oh thank you, Erica," complimenting his little sister. In no time at all, they had dressed up his hair like the page in their magazine, as she spun ribbons into his hair and then Amy lifted the thin spiral iron, curling some stray ends before blending them in with the rest of his tendrils. He sat staring through his hair, dying for this to end until finally Amy lifted his chin and then stretched his hair forward, brushing from underneath it now. After four or five strokes, she was yanking him forward a bit until she got the thick section to her liking, and then finally put down her brush. "Chin up, and keep you neck still please. This thing is really super hot," said Amy, adjusting his face before pulling his hair taut from temple to temple and then cautiously positioned a thick barrel under it, above his forehead. He looked up now, feeling the heat on his forehead and hearing a creaky sound as she clamped down the arm on his hair before ever so carefully twisting down the barrel as it hovered just fractions of an inch above his skin. For ten or fifteen seconds, she manipulated the barrel, moving it as he could feel his forehead slightly perspire and then finally when it came out, then in went her hard round brush again. "Keeping them nice and thick, right?" said Amy, finger brushing his hair into his face. "That looks about right," said Lori. "Just keep them curled and long. That's how I kept mine." "And do it now because that's the doorbell," said his mother. "I'll get it, and you girls finish up." "Don't move even a millimeter, Kylie," said Amy, sliding her fingers across the bridge of his nose and holding out her right hand. "Eyes closed sis, and hand me the long skinny scissor, Erica." His vision was partially cleared as his sister sheared through the front of his hair as he opened his eyes, noticing the girls staring at him. It was weird having his hair feel like it was poking him right in the eye balls, yet he could mostly see as he twitched, trying to get a clear view of them. "What?" asked Brian, almost shaking as he noticed the stern looks on their faces. "Did something go wrong? Is it bad?" "No it's just a fringe," said Amy, holding up all his sheared off locks before placing them down on the table. "But I still need to clean it up a little so you can see." "No way?" gulped Brian, reaching up and feeling his hair in the front and pushing it from his eyes. "That's my hair! My real hair, and not all the extensions?" "Lori told you this, and you were all in?" replied Amy, rolling her eyes. "You're going to start complaining like a big sissy now?" "Of course she isn't, right Kylie?" said Lori, moving closer for a good look. "It's perfect, or at least it will be in a minute, and I love you in big thick bangs, but they always just take some getting used to. If you've paid attention, I've only grown mine out over the last two years, but many times I keep my hair pulled back so much for cheer, you probably didn't even notice." "Well I guess I didn't but..." Brian was getting emotional and thinking. "You did always have bangs when you were younger I guess?" "And that's the idea! Now so do you, just like she used to, and you look adorable in them," said Amy, approaching with the big brush and her scissors again. "Chin up, and be still so we can make sure these are nice and straight, plus get them out of your eyes, Kylie. "I'll catch any clippings," said Lori, putting out her hand. "Certainly we don't want them on your dress." She rolled her brush under his new bangs and then patted them on his forehead. One more time she curled them under with the big iron and then she covered his eyes, coating them in hairspray. With her hair dryer, she set them blowing some warm air softly against them for fifteen or twenty seconds before she pushed down hard as he felt them pop right back up. They had moved just away from scraping him at his eye balls now, as he could feel them touching his lashes as Amy was studying him with her scissor in hand. "Eyes closed and we're almost done," said Amy, as he closed his eyes, wishing he didn't have to open them until it was time for the big game. "This whole look is so freaking adorable on you I can hardly believe it myself. In fact I think it came out even prettier than the magazine. What good ideas you had putting a few styles together, Erica." "Me?" said Erica, glowing with pride as his sister trimmed. "And thanks for letting me help, because I think my new sister has even prettier bangs and curls than Taylor anyway. She makes as pretty a red head as my Raggedy Annie!" "Let's hope she does," said Brian, feeling good about his sister, reaching out and taking her hand. "Don't worry. She does," said Lori, as he felt her pushing softly at his feet while his sister trimmed his fringe. "I'll get her shoes on." Just beneath his brows now glided Amy's scissors for a third time, trimming ever so precisely and then when she told him he could open his eyes, it was over. He should have been used to being stared at by them, but it still felt uncomfortable, as they were all sizing him up as his mother came in. "Oh girls!" said his mother, staring at him, looking almost ready to cry as she returned. "Does this bring back memories or what, Amy?" "Yeah, horrific ones when I had a bad haircut and huge braces," teased Amy. "But at least I dated a short stop, and not a nerd." "What? Fix it?" gulped Brian. "Do I look ridiculous?" "Only kidding sis, and go get the big mirror off the back of my door Erica, so she can see herself. Let's get you up and you tell me!" said Amy as he was ready to piss his pants as his little sister raced up the stairs. "I kind of think you might have to fight off the nerd with a stick?" "Lori?..... Mom?" said Brian, feeling his ankles on an angle, looking down as he pushed back his skirt. "Don't you have flats or something? I can't walk in these?" "Have you already lost your pretty little mind?" His mother folded her arms. "You just spent 2 hours to look gorgeous and are wearing a dress to die for! You think we should ruin all that putting you in shoes that would destroy the whole look? I don't think so, missy?" "But I'm going to fall on my ass," whined Brian, flexing his toes in the shoes. "Oh please," said Lori, looking up at the sky. "Of course you're not! You can summersault like a demon, cartwheel better than just about anyone, and never have I seen a boy that can dance even close to how you can. Not only can you handle those easily, but you're going to dance all night in them like you were in bare feet, and can probably handle shoes that were even higher with how good your balance is! Now are you going to whine all night, because our dates are here and aren't we way past that now?" "Ok? Forget I said anything?" said Brian, tossing up his hands. "Girls wear heels. I get it, and I'm going to a dance. I'm sorry I'm whining after all you've done for me, and it won't happen again." "Thank you, bestie!" smiled Lori, scurrying over in her heels and whispering in his ear. "It's probably just the hormones kicking in, but don't worry, just be yourself. Ok then, last touch up and this is going to be so much fun!" Brian turned around now, taking a deep breath, stepping a few steps forward and then back, testing himself in heels. He watched Lori switch a number of items in a small makeup case and then she approached him, re-glossing his lips. As she did, his mother straightened the ends of his dress, giving a tug here and there while Amy gave one last spritz to his hair. Finally, Erica came in carrying the long mirror that Amy kept hanging on the back of her door, and then leaned it up against the kitchen cabinets so he could see himself. "So?" said Amy, proud of her work. "What do you think, Miss Kylie?" Brian turned, feeling his knees knocking, not afraid at all of stepping out as Kylie now, more afraid of what he'd become. Accept it or not, there would be no changing that this Capelli girl would still be a stunner no matter how many tweaks or modifications they had made to make him. A dweeby yet still pretty girl. He stood now in a short blush pink cocktail length dress, looking so fragile, having been transformed from an athletic competitive all-star to a delicate, middle school girl. Whether he could mentally accept it or not, he was trapped in his sister's old dress, staring at himself as the awkward princess, a bit confused as he asked himself if he was better off as the ugly duckling almost ready to bloom, or the redhead dork that would be falling on her face in shoes she had no business being in. Either way, he was moments from being out with his date, as he took a deep breath, taking in his reflection and feeling his stomach acid swirl beneath all the frills. His thin body actually looked pretty decent he thought, turning his hips in the short halter style homecoming or junior prom type dress. On top, the sleeveless dress had a see-through, mesh neckline area and beneath it, intricate beading in rhinestones and pearls, combined with crystals and some ornamental piping atop the gorgeous blush chiffon. The short fluffy tulle pink skirt beneath a soft layer of pink chiffon completed the girly A-line pink silhouette, highlighting his nude hosed thin legs. At his waist, a thin royal ribbon sash with a delicate off center right rhinestone silk bow added a splash of color and represented the only break from his pale pink dress until he stared down at his shoes. On his feet, royal blue peep-toe 2? inch sling back pumps had almost a silk look to them as they shined, surrounding his feet and across each toe line, a small matching royal bow was covered in rhinestones. They had taken the royal color from his nails and incorporated it into his dress, seemingly tying together his extra studs in his ears, nails and then some jewels that had been added to his hair. With a matching royal clutch purse, they hadn't missed a detail and that was even before they rearranged his appearance from the neck up. For his makeup, Lori really did a look more toned down than the normal cheer look. With his cheeks a softer pale pink and most of his eyelids following suit, immediately he could see the difference that she had softened his features. Big full lashes still wavered as he stared at himself, but thinned out eyeliner and the lack of dark colors on his lids took away previous elements of maturity. His eyes weren't without some pop though, as she had added colored contacts, turning his eyes to a striking sky blue, and atop them there was at least some remnant he'd grown accustomed to from cheer, as some touches of pink glitter sparked at the edges of each crease. Of course the most noticeable difference was the lack of a vibrant lip color, as a more natural, cotton candy pink lip stain now shone from his mouth. The top clear sparkle gloss though lit up his pretty smile, surrounding his bright white teeth, yet their pearly white appearance was completely transformed by his now tinseled teeth. It was a glorious day not that long ago when he got his braces off, yet now the annoyance was temporarily back, as he couldn't help but look at the false girly braces Lori bonded to his teeth, as pink brace bands sat atop each tooth along silver wires inside his mouth. He was also used to having a head full of curls, actually feeling more comfortable that they helped camouflage his true gender, yet now those seemed to have exploded behind his head like a fiery volcano. His vibrant red spirals now looked almost tightly permed, as Amy had separated each precise ribbon curl into three or four springy whirls. Without them, being in ribbon curls didn't mean his sisters had overlooked adding an element of ribbons, as a royal blue silk bowtie bow sat snapped behind his head ornamentally without interrupting the flow of his curls, and from beneath them streamed a half dozen curled royal and pink silk ribbons. In front, pulling the curly mass back tightly for a few inches off his cheekbones and just behind his ears was done by a hidden ribbed headband that she had snapped into place, mid-crown. The scratchy, stretchy plastic accessory only added to his lock's volume, pushing up his twirls behind it and had created a small section of distinct brushed lines from front to back through his scalp. Fronting the curls just about an inch apart, small pink sparkling hair jewels had been snapped in to dress up his hairdo, spanning from temple to temple, but what really changed his image were his freshly sheared bangs. As a younger boy, he was used to haircuts that sat across his forehead at times, but as a cheerleader his hair had always been back in something puffy. Just a hint of his brows now showed beneath thick bangs that spanned from ear to ear, changing his image from not just that of Brian's, but also from Briana's. They had just enough lift from being curled under barely touching his concealed forehead, yet somehow had been trimmed to be just short enough to still show off his sparkly eyeshadow and avoid touching his big lashes as they folded back open. He kept rolling his eyes up, noticing the edges each time feeling incredibly emasculated, as they had certainly left no stone unturned to fashion him into a dainty, yet awkward preteen. His nervous shiver had the small drop pink sapphire earrings wiggling in his first hole, and sent goosebumps down his arms where he twisted his wrist, sliding his matching rhinestone and pink sapphire bracelet more towards his hand. He was not used to wearing jewelry, so having a pink stone on his left ring finger and two rings on his right hand felt even odder than he imagined. He stood while Amy came over, fussing with last second tweaks and then Erica came over, loving to spritz him with her perfume as he knew it was time to walk out to greet his date. As much as he wanted to get this over with, it was even harder to get his legs to move until his mother touched his shoulder to get him moving. "You look so beautiful, Kylie," said his mother, wiping her eyes and getting choked up. "I can't even?" "Please don't do that, mom," said Brian, turning and being handed his little clutch purse. "I was only supposed to be a cheer leader to get to the super bowl. Now I'm about to leave the house as an eleven year old girl, that even I can't argue is like some total girly girl. I barely recognize myself!" "Kind of the idea there, Strawberry Shortcake," teased Lori, softly rubbing his arm. "But here, one last touch won't hurt, and might make you feel better." "Fantastic?" said Brian, shaking his head as she pushed some round glasses over his nose. "How could it have gotten this far Lori? How?" "Please stop. We're long past that, and that's on you, bestie," replied Lori, rolling her eyes. "But if it matters, you're still such a cutie, even in glasses?" "Adorable. Now let's go girls before you're late," said his mother, getting annoyed and yanking him by the arm. "You're ready honey, and the boys are waiting, all anxious! They look so handsome!" "Oh my gawwwddd," gulped Brian, being pulled from the kitchen and wanting to die as he wandered arm and arm into the living room with Lori. As much as they told him how cute he still looked, he was out of the small comfort zone he'd grown accustomed to, knowing he was able to pull off being cute as a thirteen year old cheerleader. As an eleven year old girl in a fancy dress he wasn't exactly sure how he'd be viewed. Feeling pretty in one way yet feeling more like the oddball girl the boys enjoyed shooting spit balls at in another. Either way, his stomach was in knots the second his heels touched down in the living room, unable to shake his nerves as he saw the guys standing there, dressed up in suits. Adding to his angst, it couldn't have felt more uncomfortable seeing Ricky checking him out, already knowing the rouse as Ricky gave a soft wink to the former Briana, greeting Lori as her evening's date. "Hey guys," said Lori, very excited, running overand hugging her cousin and then kissing Ricky's cheek. "So are we excited or what?" "Uuumm sure," sighed Norman, looking at Brian and then down at the ground. "Well you guys look fantastic," said Lori, standing between them, rubbing both of their backs softly. "This is Kylie. Doesn't she look fab, cuz?" "That's my date?" mumbled Norman, looking up and looking stunned. "Her?" "Well yeah?" said Lori, nudging his arm as Brian stood awkwardly a few feet away, not sure if he should be insulted. "She looks beautiful, right?" "She's a redhead?" sighed Norman as his eyes started bulging under his glasses. "Uuumm yes? Did I forget to mention that, and by that you mean she looks gorgeous, right?" said Lori, looking ready to kill him before looking over at Brian's family, trying to stay calm. "Sorry, he's really not that used to meeting girls." "I am ... well maybe not a lot .... and sometimes in school I talk to girls when I have to," said Norman, almost stuttering as Brian became even more uncomfortable now. "So then it's fine, and don't be nervous, she doesn't bite," said Lori, grabbing his hand and extending it. "She's really sweet." "Oh hi," said Norman, as his hand was visibly shaking. "I'm sorry Lori, but it's like you hooked me up with Hermione?" "Uuum no?" said Brian, taken aback, reaching out his hand. "I'm Kylie." "I know you're Erica's cousin. It's just what I mean is that you remind me of Hermione?" said Norman, softly shaking hands. "You know Hermione Granger? "I'm sorry?" said Brian confused, ending the quick shake. "The girl from Harry Potter," said Ricky, chiming in. "I think that's what he means." "Oooohhhh?" sighed Brian, watching Norman wipe the drool from the edge of his mouth. "I think he means that's a good thing, Kylie," smiled Lori, trying to break the weird vibe, but still a bit unsure, looking over at him. "I'm right, aren't I cuz?" "Affirmative!" sighed Norman with a huge smirk. "Hermione's remarkable." "Oh thank gawwwd," said Brian, holding his chest. "At least I think so, right?" "No it's awesome," replied Norman, lifting his wrist and kissing his hand, not once, not twice, but three times up his wrist. "It's like a dream. I never thought I'd ever meet anyone like her outside of Hogwarts, and now she's my girlfriend." "Ewwwww," mumbled Brian, whispering towards Lori. "Lorrriiii?" "He's such a charmer, my cousin," said Lori, knowing Brian wanted to kill her. "And she's going to need that hand back for now, Norman!" "Oh sure," said Norman, not wanting to let go. "She loves holding hands, but where's her pretty corsage you got her?" said Lori. "Why don't you give it to her. I'm sure she'd like that." Norman almost skipped over to his uncle, getting the corsage and returning, wrapping it around Brian's wrist. "Oh, and pin this on your dates, girls," said his mother, hurrying over with a rose lapel pin for Lori and Brian. "Hurry, and let's get a few shots. I promised your mother Lori that I would send all the pictures to her." Brian fumbled, trying to pin it on before Lori quickly intervened, helping out. Just that quickly he found himself being hugged by Norman, as his family and Norman's father snapped shot after shot, cementing Kylie's stature as his date. Amy popped in and out, posing them in couples shots and then individual, as the women were at their best being annoying, cackling and laughing and paying no attention to his anguish, enjoying every second. With each touch or pose or embrace for the photographs, Norman began feeling more comfortable with Kylie, settling into the role of actually being out with a girl. When Amy had them turn facing each other for a snapshot, looking into each other eyes and their fingers intertwined, just the look of conquest in Norman's eyes sent the biggest lump running down Brian's throat. He was imprisoned as the nerd's girlfriend, and would need to accept his role for the next four hours, taking solace only in that Norman was surely no Ricky, seemingly clueless when it came to romancing a girl. He was dying to move, as mortified as he was repulsed while they snapped the final shots, nervously smelling nothing but a liquorish scent tingle just inches beyond his lips. He was pretty sure Norman would do nothing but pose, but this didn't make him any more uneasy until finally they finished snapping shots. "These shots will be amazing," said Amy, putting down her phone. "Ok then," sighed Brian, turning his face and kissing Norman's cheek, taking no chances that he might press down on his lips. "Hermione's ready to go, so what do you say, Lori?" "Oh never readier Kylie, and I'm so glad you two are such a perfect match," smiled Lori, squeezing their interlocked fingers with her hand before taking Ricky's hand. "This is going to be a night to never forget."