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The Sweetest Thing By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 1 "Finish your milk Ronnie, and don't forget your vitamins, boys," their mother said, scurrying around as she sipped her coffee. "Come on Alex. For a boy that runs track like a deer, you move like a snail." Alex just shook his head, stuffing a muffin in his mouth before getting up, downing his juice and popping his vitamin. He walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and drained his bladder before coming out and opening a yogurt. He rustled his little brother's hair as he sat quietly finishing his cereal as his mother zipped around in her business suit, cleaning up the mess the two boys had made on the table. "Do you even know where the garbage is, Alex?" she asked, grabbing the empty yogurt container and then rinsing the spoon. "And we do have a dishwasher in case you didn't know?" "You know she is going to kill you one of these days," teased Ronnie as his mother hurried around cleaning up and then leaned down, applying her lipstick in the toaster's reflection. "Never," smiled his mother, rubbing together her lips and then kissing the top of Alex's head as she walked past him. "But you better start getting your shit together, or you'll be the death of me. Boys are so damn sloppy." "Ewww mom," said Alex annoyed, wiping his cheek. "Come on." "Oh sorry. Excuse me, Mr. sensitive," his mother teased as she knew he hated that. "I forgot the only lipstick that should touch this cute face comes from that pretty Miss Kayla." "Whatever?" mumbled Alex, getting up hearing the doorbell and walking into the foyer to answer the door. "She's here, so please chill, and we gotta go." "Hey," said Kayla, kissing him after he opened the door. "Ready?" "Whoa, you look smoking in that new cheer thing," said Alex, stepping back and looking her up and down. "I can't believe you're wearing that to class all day today? Do you have a competition or something?" "Picture day, so we have to," replied Kayla, wiping her lipstick from her boyfriend's lips. "But I curled up my hair for you how you like it? So?" "So hot?" sighed Alex as she swung her curls around playfully. "You damn well better say that," teased Kayla, touching him softly on the chest. "Get your stuff and let's go." "Yup, let's get moving," said Alex, tossing backpack over one shoulder. "Alexander Michael Alessio," yelled his mother. "You come here right now, young man." "Mom, I gotta go," said Alex, rolling his eyes. "My ride is here. I can't be late for school." "Well, I can't leave your piss on the floor all day to seep into my marble floor. I just spent a fortune redoing this bathroom," yelled his mother from inside the bathroom. "Any chance you could ever hit that damn bowl. You boys are disgusting, and now I might miss my bus scrubbing this stuff, you dirty pig." "Ooopps," smirked Alex, shrugging his shoulders. "You dirty boy," smiled Kayla, sliding her fingers onto his jeans, squeezing his crotch and then flirting a little. "So is this just your morning hard on, or were you perhaps thinking all about seeing me this morning." "Don't do that to me unless you plan on us cutting school this morning," smiled Alex, loving it, leaning in and kissing her firmly. "Come on, you know you're ready! Let's go find somewhere to park and get to it." "Park? Get to it?" said Kayla, pushing him back and letting go. "That's how we're going to make this special, like we talked about a millions times now?." "Oh come on," said Alex. "You're killing me. We've been dating almost three years now, and I have needs." "Maybe you and your mother count the beginning as dating, but I don't. We were kids, and that was more like puppy love. You should have been thrilled that an older woman liked you since you were thirteen and I was fourteen. I barely count the first year, as you didn't even want to be seen holding hands with me," said Kayla, rolling her eyes. "And I have needs too, but I'm not doing this without it being special and perfect, and we both agreed on that." "Yeah, I know but," Alex started to say. "But nothing, as I've still taken care of your needs," said Kayla, folding her arms. "And often! Haven't I?" "Well yeah," smirked Alex, softly touching her ,trying to break her annoyed mood. "But we've still got a lot more exploring and experimenting to do. Don't we?" "Experimenting?" said Kayla, shaking her head and pushing his hand off her. "We've experimented with a lot I never expected to throughout this entire relationship, but I'll remember that." "Oh Kayla, good morning sweetie," said Mrs. Alessio, coming in with big yellow gloves on. "Love the new uniform this year. Very pretty on you honey." "Morning Miss Alessio, and thank you so much," said Kayla, walking over and hugging her as she hugged Kayla back loosely, making sure to avoid touching her with the big yellow gloves. "I love that color blouse on you." "Thanks! Let's hope my boss does too, because I'm about to be late again because your boyfriend there has some really bad aim," grumbled his mother, shaking her head, annoyed with him. "Thanks for that, mom," said Alex, shaking his head. "Don't worry, we're still early enough that I can drop Ronnie at school for you so you don't miss your bus, if you trust me driving him," said Kayla, smirking at him. "I've been driving pretty much every day since I turned seventeen now." "I normally don't trust new drivers, but you're the most responsible teenager I've ever met Kayla, and I know you've been driving almost six months," smiled Mrs. Alessio, yelling into the kitchen. "Please just drive carefully and thank you. Ronnie get your backpack and you'll go with Kayla today." "Hey Ronnie," said Kayla, bending down and hugging him as he hurried in. "You're with me today buddy." "Cool," said Ronnie all excited as he loved Kayla hugging him. "That's awesome." "Ok, break it up you two, and get your own girl, squirt," teased his brother. "Don't listen to him," said Kayla, taking Ronnie by the hand. "He's just jealous because he knows I've always liked younger men." "Have a good day at school, kids, and if I'm not late to work I'll hopefully be able to work through lunch and get out early enough to pick you both up at the dentist, otherwise I'll have to send an uber," said Mrs. Alessio. "Oh I hate the dentist," groaned Alex. "But I don't want you to get in trouble at work or waste money on a uber, mom. I can call and reschedule it." "Relax, Mrs. Alessio," said Kayla, walking over and rubbing her arm. "I can swing getting them there and back too. I'll be fine." "Oh you're a lifesaver Kayla, but I hate putting you out like that," said Mrs. Alessio, hugging her again. "You sure? Don't you have quite a lot on your plate already today?" "Trust me, I'll balance it and you're not putting me out at all," replied Kayla, touching Alex's lips, pulling down the bottom one. "His breath is getting a little stinky, so I'm fully motivated for him to get a good cleaning. You're definitely not ducking the dentist again." "Thanks for reminding me about that?" said Alex, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the door. "What a gem you've got there, Alex," laughed his mother, heading back to the bathroom as they all hopped into Kayla's little Toyota. She really was the most responsible young lady, soon driving both her boyfriend and his little brother to school today, which would soon become almost every day for the entire semester. Being a senior now, she was always very busy balancing her duties as a cheer captain, working two part time jobs, applying to colleges and making time for her boyfriend as the year went on. She lived in a house with only her father as an only child, after losing her mother at a young age, so she had little choice but to mature quickly, handling household duties while other kids would sit around being lazy. She would cook and clean for him while he was home when he wasn't traveling, but she was fortunate that they longed for nothing, as her father made good money. That didn't stop her from working hard and taking nothing for granted in school or her life, yet she enjoyed being a daddy's girl when he was around and he treated her like a queen. It was on this late October Friday afternoon now two months into the Florida school year after her last period ended that she was out early with the other seniors and was changed to be ready for cheer practice. With her schedule precisely planned, she swung by Ronnie's middle school, picking him up and then walked him into the dentist, checking him in before heading back to pick up Alex as his early Friday track routine should be done now. She walked the track and around the football field, worried about the time and then texted him without a response. Annoyed, she looked everywhere before having to leave campus and go back to pick up Ronnie, bringing him home. When she brought him inside his house, their mother was cooking but still no Alex to be found. She headed back to school, following one of her hunches and then barged into the boys locker room, seeing him standing alone, having just taken a shower. "Kayla, what the hell are you doing in here?" asked Alex, stunned. "No, it's more like what the hell are you doing here?" said Kayla, folding her arms pissed. "I'm just showering and then going home," said Alex. "You can't be in here. You'll get us both in trouble." "From who?" said Kayla. "Everyone's been gone for a while now. It's Friday night, and I was here to pick you up for the dentist hours ago? Where the hell where you, and why haven't you answered my texts?" "Oh, I was running, and then in the shower or I would have?" said Alex, backpedaling. "Really, then you didn't read them at all? Let me see your phone?" said Kayla, putting her hand out. "Come on, Kayla," groaned Alex. "Don't be like that?" "Like what? This shit seems to be happening a lot lately?" said Kayla. "Now what's going on with you?" "Nothing?" said Alex, hugging her and trying to kiss her. "And you're right, no one is here? It's just us?" "Really? In a smelly locker room? You really are fucked up in the head and that's disgusting?" said Kayla, pushing him back and pulling off his towel. "And look at you? It's beet red, so you either just beat off or do I now know exactly why you missed the dentist again?" "I'll go tomorrow, and you know I've got needs. We talk about it all the time, but all I've been thinking about is you," said Alex, trying to touch her again. "Well then, think about me telling you to go fuck yourself again, and now I'm late for work," said Kayla, turning her back and shaking her head, giving him the finger before stopping at the door. "I'll call and reschedule the dentist for tomorrow but until then, don't call or text me because my lips are not touching yours until you do. After that, if you're not an asshole we've got to get our costumes for the party tomorrow night, unless you're going with your right hand or some phantom date, but whatever is fine just let me know." "I'm sorry," nodded Alex as the door slammed shut. "Please don't be like that? Shit?" He changed and jogged home, needing another shower after sweating his ass off on the long run. He knew he was wrong, but could barely help himself in the locker room, hating the dentist anyway and then trying to avoid both her and his mother. Late on Saturday morning, his mother dropped him at the dentist and what might have been much easier on a weekday turned into something so much worse as he sat for over an hour before they even saw him, and then it seemed like he was there forever. When finally he texted his mother to pick him up, instead she send an uber as he hopped in, heading home. He walked into his house texting Kayla as this time she oddly didn't answer and then headed into the kitchen, surprised to see her sitting at the kitchen table with his mother, painting her face. "What the hell are you doing?" asked Alex, confused. "Her face honey?" said his mother. "For the party." "Oh, I thought we were going shopping for costumes together?" replied Alex. "We did," said Kayla. "Meaning me and your mother. We couldn't wait any longer for you, and the place was half wiped out as it is. Be happy we found something cute for us, since there was hardly much left for couples as it is." "Oh, ok fine," said Alex. "So what exactly are you anyway?" "A dog, silly?" Kayla stuck out her tongue. "You seriously can't see that?" laughed his mother. "I've been gluing whiskers on her face and painting it for like an hour and a half now." "Maybe it's my hair looking like this. I put a rinse in it to get it a touch darker before I mix in the ears and make it look puppy like," joked Kayla, touching her soaked hair with plastic gloves on and then getting up, pretending to lick his cheek. "But aren't I cute puppy?" "Better than cute," laughed Alex. "But one thing I'll never call you is a dog. So does that get me out of the dog house?" "Maybe?" smiled Kayla. "But that'll depend if you're cute too, or difficult?" "I won't be difficult," said Alex. "Promise." "Good then go shave as close as you can, take off your shirt and as soon as you come back, put your head in the sink," said his mother, returning to work on Kayla's face. "It's only a rinse, and it'll be out in a few shampoos. Got it, puppy love?" "Oh jeez," smiled Alex, running upstairs. Fifteen minutes later, he returned shirtless in his track shorts and then sat at the chair near the sink, pulling his hair from a pony and dropping it into the kitchen sink as his mother took a break from Kayla, sliding on her plastic gloves. He sat now as she washed and conditioned his hair before finally she was finished and pulled off her gloves, setting a timer. With his eyes staring up at the ceiling, he just sat patiently until his Kayla looked down at him with her face fully painted now, wiggling her whiskers. "You're turn to get made up," said Kayla, pecking a kiss. "Close your eyes for now and I hate that you have longer lashes than me." "Why does that matter?" said Alex, rolling his eyes. "I guess it doesn't, and I'll take a few of the strays," replied Kayla, plucking with a tweezer near the middle of his brows. "Stop," whined Alex. "You know I hate that." "Just a few! Now close your eyes and just chill," Kayla plucked a few more before he pushed away her hand and she stopped. "Ok, but enough," said Alex, closing his eyes as she began dabbing his face with some makeup with her finger. There was really nothing to do as he just sat with his eyes closed, feeling a sponge glide across his face over and over and then slowly but surely it changed to brushes across his cheeks. It seemed like such a slow deliberate process with some many little touches at his lids and constant blending beneath his eyes. Eventually he could feel the pencil point just outside his lashes, and then it got quite a bit more annoying as Kayla pushed down on his lashes. "Open up honey, and don't blink please," said his mother, suddenly touching his lashes with a wand. "Seriously, mom?" grumbled Alex, moving his face. "I thought that was Kayla doing it." "Well good thing you didn't try to kiss me then, and look up," joked his mother, coating the other lash now. "Now sit still because it was at first but then I took over to help her. The poor thing has to still finish, she's blow drying her hair and getting dressed." "This is too weird mom, having you put makeup on me?" Objected Alex as she continued working on his eyes. "Oh stop. I'm your mother," said his mother, working with a pencil now. "Sure, a little Halloween makeup you bitch about, but its ok when I wipe up your piss or clean whatever the hell is sticky in your briefs?" "Just finish, mom," said Alex, closing his eyes. She worked another ten minutes on his face, having him open and close his eyes before thankfully the timer went off and she began rinsing his hair. It was mostly painless as she squeezed out the dampness and then wrapped a towel around his hair. "Move to the kitchen table, honey," said his mother as he moved across to the table as she took out a brush and placed a fresh towel on his shoulders. "Now just let her dry it and then I'll do the rest," said Kayla, as she returned, stroking through his hair from behind with her long nails before coming out in front. "So what do you think, honey?" "That's crazy," sighed Alex, staring at her all made up like a dog, with dark brown makeup and whiskers surrounding her nose. With her hair looking darker from the rinse and suddenly tightly crimped looking fluffy yet wavy, it was so different, especially with two furry dog ears poking out. Atop it sat a little light blue bow in the middle, and around her neck was a thin collar with a gold dog tag. Her costume was full fur head to toe, exposing not even an ounce of skin with her hands concealed in furry gloves. Only her nails remained, except they had been reshaped to a claw like shape as she softly poked him in the shoulder as the moisture was almost gone from his hair. He could barely focus, stunned by her transformation yet, somehow she was the sexiest puppy he'd ever seen as she sat down in front of him, softly touching his face so lovingly petting him until the dryer finally went off. "That does feel nice, but maybe you shouldn't be petting me until I get dressed too," joked Alex, loving her touch. "What does that mean?" said Kayla, making a face. "Like pet this puppy later when I'm in my fur suit too?" Alex stuck out his tongue, trying to lick her as she moved away. "Ewww no and you'll ruin my makeup," said Kayla, pushing him back gently and then smirking. "Don't do that, and I think you might have misunderstood?" "And did you forget I'm here Alex?" laughed his mother, brushing his hair and then parting it down the middle. "Hello, it's not just you and this beautiful girl of yours." "Well no." Alex was embarrassed as she spun and clipped his hair on each side. "Good, and not that I can blame you for wanting to touch or kiss her," said his mother. "The girl is a knockout, but ruin all this work we did on her face, and I'll kill you." "Ok mom? I'm sorry," said Alex, rolling his eyes. "I'd never." 'I'm sorry too. It's just this took forever and you already look cute, and you're not even dressed yet," said Kayla, getting up and walking behind him, plugging things in. "Your mother was right, and I'll do that, Mrs. Alessio." "Sure honey," nodded his mother. "I'll go get the costume off the ironing board." "Thank you," smiled Kayla, taking the brush and removing the big hinge clip from his hair on one side. "Chin up, and sit still, Alex." "Wow, that lightened my hair quite a bit," gulped Alex as she stretched it. "Yup, mine too, but its just temporary, so no biggie," replied Kayla, gathering his hair on the right and taking a big clip from the table. She then extended a big section straight out in front, twisting until he winced when it got tight and then once again grabbed the rest, sliding a clear band off her wrist. Once she had it in place, she divided it in three sections below his right ear and then weaved it four or five times before winding in the next band, tightening. She stepped back looking at her work, and then began brushing the other side until he looked down, seeing his hair loosely across his shoulder and lifted it. "Are you braiding my hair?" asked Alex, totally surprised. "Well, twisting it first to get the right lift off your forehead, then braiding, and I still have to loosely curl the ends, so please sit patiently," said Kayla, twisting the front. "Chin up, and sit straight, please." "What kind of dog has braids?" laughed Alex as she slipped in her band and started weaving. "What am I, like a Rastafarian dog or something?" "Who said anything about you being a dog?" laughed Kayla, snapping in the lower band. "I told you that you misunderstood. I'm the dog in this relationship these days." "Very funny, and even like that you'd never be the dog out of the two of us, as hot as you are even in that," said Alex, trying to butter her up, taking her free left hand for a moment. "That I understand real well, my honey." "We'll see once you get dressed, so let's try on your outfit, because here comes your mother with it," said Kayla as his mother came in, carrying it down the stairs. "And I'm thinking you'll change your mind once you see how adorable you look in it." "No way," gulped Alex, speechless at seeing his costume on a hanger "Yes way, and I cannot wait to see you in that," smiled Kayl, squeezing his hand this time. "Now come on, don't be difficult, and it's going to be so much fun." "Are you crazy! We looked at that like two weeks ago, and you were thinking about that for you, not me," Alex said. "I was going to be the lion or the tin man if we did this." "More like three plus weeks ago, and back then you could have been, but today it was slim pickings," said Kayla. "Be happy your mother was with me and knows your measurements like the back of her hand, because it was either this or things that were horrible. You blew me off like three times when we supposed to buy our outfits, and said you didn't care anyway, so now is not the time to complain." "How horrible could the other things be? I said I didn't care, but I didn't say I wanted to go as a girl?" replied Alex, whining. "Well you didn't say you didn't, and it's just a costume?" said Kayla, getting pissed. "Now try the damn thing on, because I paid good money for our tickets to this party, and I'm not going out to have a shitty time. I'm covered in dog hair and I'm just not!" "Relax darling, and it's some dress up, Ladies," said his mother, giving Alex a nasty look before softly touching Kayla's arm to calm her. "He'll be fine? Won't you dear?" "Well?" moaned Alex, already losing the argument. "This is nothing to get overly excited about! Now of course you didn't say this Alex, but trust your mother's judgement please, and please don't fight with this wonderful girl," said his mother, taking a white bra from a package and then whispering in his ear. "Mommy knows you'll be just fine once you're dressed, ok?" "But mom..?" said Alex, shaking a bit as she lopped it over his arms. "But nothing, and be happy with this, because I almost made you go as Wonder Woman," teased his mother. "We both know how much you love her, and with the way you've let you dark hair grow out, I think you would have looked gorgeous as her." "Not funny mom," sighed Alex, suddenly inside a bra as she buckled in in the back. "She wasn't kidding actually, but I looked horrible in the batman stuff, and I even tried on this weird Aquaman thing," said Kayla. "Nothing fit right, and if I could have been Wonder Woman and you Batman, then don't you think it would have been easier than fighting?" "I guess so," nodded Alex. "But they must have had some boy's costumes that would fit me?" "Only a few left that we could do as couples, but I mostly hated them honestly. I mean both of us thought you'd moan a little, but then not be a jerk about it like this?" said Kayla, looking at him with a serious look on her face, folding her arms. "You told me you'd do whatever I wanted, and ultimately I thought we could have fun with this? Am I wrong?" "No you're not wrong, and I'll try it on but it doesn't mean I have to like it," Alex closed his eyes and then put his hands up as his mother helped his arms slide inside the blouse. "Right?" "Well no but how is that fun then?" said Kayla, as his mother was buttoning up the blouse in the back. "Come on, we haven't had that much fun lately, so loosen up and trust me, it really is fun to feel pretty." "Honey, the girl has a point and..." His mother took the dress from the hanger. "Mom, please just help me get dressed," said Alex, swallowing hard now and looking at her lifting his leg, nodding. "I know she does and I'm doing this, aren't I?" "Yes you are sweetie, but you're fifteen, not ninety," smiled his mother, helping him step into it and sliding it up. "So stop being grouchy and just do as she asked, because you already look really pretty." "Ohhh jeezz?" gulped Alex as she zipped it up in the back. "Seriously?" "Well I think better than pretty," said his mother, spinning him around and straightening the shoulders. "Oh my gawwddd! He looks adorable in that," said Kayla, covering her mouth, having to giggle. "Your mother was so right. It does fit, Mrs. Alessio." "Of course it does, and I told you it would, honey. I would have been such a great girl's mother," said his mother inspecting and then unzipping the back. "Ok take it off Alex, and on a second thought let me undress you so you don't get any makeup on the white blouse part." "No problem," said Alex surprised, stepping out of the skirt. "I'm not arguing, but you two changed you're minds already?" "Sometimes you amaze me you hooked up with such a smart girl, Alex," teased his mother, unbuttoning the blouse and helping him out of it. "Even I can't argue that," laughed Alex. "I'd be failing chem without her." "I'll pretend that part I did not hear Alex, and I guess this is the least I can do then for you dear, because I don't think you can too easily do this without getting it all over your fur," said his mother, placing a towel on the chair and filling a small basin with water. "Thank you," said Kayla, looking at her furry paw. "It wouldn't be easy." "Leg up on the chair for your chem lesson immediately, before I make you find out what sharp metal blades feels like on bare skin," said his mother, squirting some foam in her hand. "Oh crap," gulped Alex, bending his knee and lifting it to the chair as his mother coated his leg in foam. "Thanks, Mrs. Alessio," said Kayla. "After that I think I can do the rest." "No worries, dear," said his mother, shaving her son's legs. "He's not that hairy anyway, but I better not find out she's been doing your homework for you too, or you will be getting a chem lesson you'll never forget?" "No, we work on stuff like that as a couple mom," whined Alex, watching his hair sliced away. "Tell her Kayla!" "Well?" Kayla pretended like she was thinking. "Kayla!" freaked Alex a bit. "We do most of the time," Giggled Kayla. "Just like we will tonight, right honey?" "Yes," nodded Alex, having to agree as his legs became smoother by the second. For the next few minutes, his mother stroked hair after hair away from his legs, rinsing the razor in a small bin and changing razors quite often. When finally she pulled up his shorts near his hips to complete the job, he wanted to scream, seeing his completely bare legs. He just stood in silence as she opened a package of basic white panties and then turned her back once she handed them to him. "Tell us when you're done, and then just pull these over them," said his mother, with her back turned, handing him a second larger, very frilly undergarment. "Two panties?" Alex asked. "Well, the second one is to cover any little problems that wouldn't just seem right on a girl, would they?" said his mother with her back turned. "The ruffles will cover that I'm pretty sure." He was beet red as he dropped off his shorts and underwear, stepping into the basic white nylon panties and then enclosing them underneath a white ruffled one. "Ok," said Alex softly as his mother spun back around, opening a package of foam inserts. "Arms up, and hold them up until I tell you." His mother stuffed some basic foam inserts inside his bra's cups and then took a pair of scissors from the table. "This is just in case, because it might show in the white blouse." "And because it's disgusting on a girl," said Kayla, half gagging at the site of his hairy pits as his mother trimmed off a bit from each side. "It is, but not for long. Keep them up, Alex. She's so right," said his mother, as moments later she went even further, shaving them clean and then took some women's deodorant, coating his underarms. Before his arms even came down, she adjusted the bra straps and then on went the costume's blouse once again, as she buttoned it up the back. There were another three or four much smaller buttons above the collar that closed the blouse high up on his neckline, and then his mother once again unzipped the skirt. He stepped in, feeling the difference as it slid softly across his bare legs, giving him goosebumps which soon felt more permanent as his mother zipped up the back. It took a little adjusting on the puffy sleeve caps before she made sure it's straps were straight on his shoulders, and then his mother took the razor to his forearms, slicing away the soft hair before finally taking a back seat now, allowing Kayla to take over. "Ok sit Alex and mind your skirt," said Kayla, holding the ends of his dress as he sat. "I won't be that long." Immediately she lifted the loose hair beneath his braids on the right and sectioned off about two inches. She stretched her wire over his chest now before winding up the first section with her silver curling iron and he looked down, seeing it being curled. The hot barrel was in his hair no more than seven or eight seconds before producing a lose curl, and then in total she spent no more than a minute or two on the entire right side before repeating this on the left. Back and forth she checked his braids now, tightening a few knots and then once she raked her fingers through her work it was over, as out came the bows. They looked eerily similar to the dog's bow that sat atop the middle of her head, except his seemed so much bigger as she wound them in on each side. He hated the way she was looking at him like the perfectionist he already knew that she was, checking one side of his head against the other, still almost not believing he was being feminized like this by his mother and girlfriend, as they both stared at him intently the entire time. "Ok just about there," said Kayla, shaking her wrist now with her pump spray in hand before covering his eyes and coating his head. When she pulled back her palm from his eyes and then Kayla looked as his mother with smiles on their faces, it broke out into a girly giggle as Alex certainly was not laughing. "What's so funny?" sighed Alex. "I look really stupid, right?" "Well?" smiled Kayla, squishing her cheeks and rolling the little blue ankle socks over his feet. "Let's just put your socks and shoes on and see for yourself." "Wait, those are not the shoes I saw in the store with the costume?" said Alex, as she put on his first shoe and buckled the ankle strap. "Where are the flat slipper things?" "The ones that come with the kiddie costumes?" Giggled Kayla, putting on the other one. "You're not seven, and these are barely kitten heels. These are the ruby slippers for teenagers honey, and you'll be fine. They're nothing. If it were up to your mother, she would have had you in the ruby stilettos." "Why not?" laughed his mother. "Those were gorgeous and he's fifteen. That's what I would have wanted at fifteen." "What did I get myself into here?" asked Alex, standing up and tossing up his hands. "I'm a boy, mom, remember?" "Uumm I'd say you've gotten yourself into a really cute dress, and you don't look like any boy I know, especially my boyfriend," teased Kayla, enjoying his angst. "But go see for yourself Dorothy, and you already promised to have fun with it, so blame your mother, because she birthed you and all I did was braid your hair." "Oh this sucks," groaned Alex, walking over to the hallway mirror, twisting and turning as he looked at himself, trying to keep it toghther. There he stood now, taking in himself dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, shaking his head a few times, disgusted, closing his eyes, needing a moment. When he opened his eyes, he twisted a few times, touching his dress and then looked over at the women, not believing they could have really done this to him. Done it they had though, as he removed his nerve rattled clammy palms from touching the classic blue pinafore dress with tiny white dots as he extended his fingers, taking a breath. The iconic dainty gingham fitted jumper dress hung leisurely from a tapered waist, hemming just below his bare knees, and had thick shoulder straps accented with two faux buttons on both the front and back. Atop it, a white organdy blouse had a high neckline and short puffed sleeves, accented in tiny blue trim, adding a level of daintiness to the precious appeal of the outfit. On his feet, little blue ruffled ankle socks added a delicate touch above his ruby red inch and ? kitten heels, showing off his freshly smoothed legs. With soft beige shadows, pink rosey cheeks and curly thickened lashes, he didn't look overly made up, even though he certainly knew he was. He lips though shined in a soft pinkish red gloss that seemed almost natural, like they were wet and every little move of his mouth picked up on his recently whitened teeth. He hoped they were right that his new hair color would wash out in a few shampoos, as the rinse had certainly lightened his dark brunette hair down three or four brown shades to a mild brown, that seemed to have a reddish auburn shine to it under the light. With it parted down the middle and then twisted back tightly off his forehead before being weaved into a short French braid, his heart skipped a beat, seeing himself with a little girl's hairdo. Little blue tied satin bows sat adorably below the briefly braided section before three brushed out ringlets sat loosely fronting each shoulder. He had to fight back his own emotions, walking to stomp his feet or cry like the little girl he'd been transformed into, yet he knew this would only invoke even more teasing as he turned, looking back over at them, shaking his head. "Oh I hate you both," said Alex, looking annoyed. "Oh stop it," said his mother. "Hate your father for having weak genes, because obviously you got your looks from me, and without even that much makeup, you pretty much look like I used to when I was your age." "Please don't say that, mom," said Alex, looking at her and then back at himself, touching his braids. "Fine, I won't! But maybe prettier?" giggled his mother. "Enough, mom," whined Alex. "I have to pee." "Please be careful, and don't you dare stand in that or you could soil that dress," said his mother. "Mom!"!! whined Alex. "I'm not discussing this with you." "It's not a discussion, Alex, girls sit," said his mother, folding her arms. "Now we did not do a lot of work for you to be stupid, so did you need your mommy to come in with you, because if you are going to be difficult, than I will?" "No, I do not!" said Alex, mortified. "Fine, then hike your skirt way up without wrinkling it, because if you think it's uncomfortable with your mother helping then I'm sure you'd feel a lot more uncomfortable out with a pee stain across the front of your dress," said his mother, annoyed. "Fine," yelled Alex, slamming the door. "Well first tantrum and you haven't even left yet?" smiled his mother, looking at Kayla, throwing up her hands. "Funny you say that, Mrs. Alessio, and I hope you're not bothered by this but...?" said Kayla. "Doesn't he look so much younger like this, or is it me?" "He's always had a baby face, but now that you mention it?" she nodded. "Oh good, I was hoping it wasn't just me thinking it, or that maybe the braids and outfit were throwing me off?" said Kayla. "All I could think about was he could pass for a few of the girls I babysit for." "Well I was thinking he reminded me of the girl that I just bought girl scout cookies from yesterday," joked his mother. "You know I can hear you two, and it's not funny," yelled Alex from the bathroom as they laughed even harder now. "Good thing you convinced me not to buy the flats," Giggled Kayla. "But maybe we should kind of make a few adjustments?" "I think we better," said Mrs. Alessio. "I was trying not to interfere as I like how you finished up his face, but I was thinking maybe let's boost the lip color a bit. I think that'll help, plus let me run and get some lashes." "We think so much alike, so never be afraid to tell me please," smiled Kayla, running back to the table and rummaging through her purse. "I was thinking the same thing about the lips, especially with the ruby shoes, and I have this extra pack of nails from when I did my niece's for her recital, if you have any glue. Maybe this will make him look less tweenish." "Of course I do," said Mrs. Alessio, pulling some glue from her pocketbook. "Perfect," nodded Kayla as they heard the toilet flush and he came out. "Feel better, honey?" asked his mother as they were waiting for him at the kitchen. "Not really, but I don't think either of you care," said Alex. "If we didn't care, would I be tweaking a few things so you don't look like you're in fifth grade," said Kayla, getting annoyed. "Please just sit before we're late." As he sat at the table, he noticed a good twenty false nails laid out in size on the table, realizing Kayla had already preselected some simple round French nail attachments, and was all business now. He knew better to argue at all when she got like this every once and awhile, as she measured a series of nails against his fingers before squirting some five second nail glue on his thumb nails and pressed on the first one. In two minutes time, he now had nice shiney nails a bit past his fingertips, as it would have been even quicker had she not had to avoid getting glue on her fur. In the next moment though, there would be more glue in his future as she then opened a package of lashes that his mother handed to her, lining the back of one with some glue. He loved the sight of her lips puckered and blowing in his direction, but never like this as she softly set the tacky glue with her breath before pressing it atop his own lashes. A touch more liquid liner to his upper lines and then a few more whisks of her blush brush were softly debated by the women before she took a pencil to his lips. When the outline was complete, she took a brush of bolder lip color than she had used befor, and then the next thing he knew he was following her command, rubbing them together. "Wow, I love that!" said Kayla. "I think we nailed it, Mrs. Alessio." "I think we did," agreed his mother. "Stand up and put your hands on your hips, Alex." "Really, Kayla," Alex objected as she snapped a few pictures with her phone. "Oh stop, I already took like twenty, and you didn't even say a word," Giggled Kayla. "Sure I did, and you ignored me," whined Alex. "Be happy I ignored your mother too when she wanted me to buy the even sexier Dorothy costume, or you'd be in the stilettos now," laughed Kayla. "Mom!" yelled Alex. "She's kidding," laughed his mother, flicking her wrist. "Well not about the shoes, but about the outfit. I did suggest it though, but we both agreed without the boobs for it that it wouldn't look as cute as this. In this especially, you look gorgeous, honey. Prettier than I ever did as a young girl." "Don't say that Mrs. Alessio, because I'm sure you were just as beautiful and you still are. said Kayla, walking over standing next to him really looking him up and down. "You told me you were the prom queen at sixteen." "I was," said his mother, proudly snapping some shots of them together. "And now you're a queen too for the night, so you ready for me to hop in your basket or what, Dorothy?" teased Kayla, looking at the time and grabbing her pocketbook, stuffing things in it. "It's time to roll, pretty girl." "Maybe roll over me with your car," joked Alex, rolling his eyes. "Oh stop and let's go have some fun, finally," said Kayla, hugging Mrs. Alessio and then handing her white bag to Alex. "Here, I made sure to change to a bag that will match your outfit, because tonight you get to hold all our shit for a change." "Yeah, because holding your girlfriend's pocketbook is fun. Please just kill me," moaned Alex, holding the shoulder strap of the pocketbook as he stared one last time at himself in the hallway mirror. "It would be so much easier than the abuse I'll be taking tonight." "Oh stop. There's at least two other guys that I know of going as girls, so take a chill pill and you'll have just as much fun abusing them I'm sure," said Kayla, softly patting his face. "Now let's go, and for your information, it's not your girlfriend's purse you're holding tonight. Mostly what's in there is your makeup pretty girl, and hand me my keys please." Alex rolled his eyes, digging through all the crap in the pocketbook and searching for her car keys. She had certainly pumped up the volume on Dorothy now, adding some flirty thick lashes that he could barely take his eyes off, batting them in the mirror. With his cheeks also looking more prominent in a darker shimmery blush, and his lips electrified in a much brighter ruby gloss, they had removed a bit of the cuteness, replacing it with a bit more seductiveness. He now had the irresistible kissable lips that he usually loved on his girlfriend, yet instead they'd be a beacon for other eyes tonight, as finally he dug out the keys, handing them over. She stood waiting, making him zip and snap the pocketbook shut on his own and then patting him gently to move once he placed the strap on his shoulder. When he squeezed the pocketbook's strap with his pretty French nails, trying to gain the strength to move his ruby shoes, she just rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face at his angst, yanking him gently by the arm and out the door. He barely said much the entire ride as she did most of the talking about anything but the party, trying to keep his mind off his worries. When they parked the car, the best thing that could have possibly happened to relax him did, as he watched the quarterback of their football team walk in dressed as a cheerleader, with his girlfriend outfitted in his football uniform and equipment. When they got inside, immediately Kayla brought Alex over to them as they all shared some laughs and then he settled into to the big party with all his buddies, trading verbal jabs. No matter how much he relaxed at the huge teenage event with everyone in costume, he barely left Kayla's side most of the night. With kids from so many other high schools that he didn't know, he did not want any guys thinking he was something he wasn't, so he stayed close with his buddies and girlfriend. He didn't have to be told that he wasn't as obviously cross dressed as a big burly football player, yet still he was pretty sure everyone knew he was no teenage girl. The wandering eyes here and there sent him looking away nervously, yet he wasn't sure if those were for people just checking out costumes or really checking him out. There seemed to be just as many girls that looked his way over the course of the night, so that seemed to tell him it was hopefully just about his costume but he still wasn't sure. A few times guys approached his little group that he never left, and each time Kayla seemed to almost intercept any conversation before it could muster into something uncomfortable. He held hands with her half the night, and that helped keep away anyone unwanted attention. What it didn't prevent was the occasional bump against him as they'd walk through the crowd, and a few guys wanting to cut in when they danced. He wanted to kill her when they got chosen as finalists for the costume contest, being singled out in the crowd but felt instantly better that they didn't win. All and all the night was uneventful, and without incident, as Kayla had a blast dancing and partying with Alex and all their friends. From her perspective it was an awesome time, and light hearted like a party should be, even if Alex felt sick to his stomach the whole night. When the party ended, so did the ribbing from his friends and the accolades from the other cheerleaders about how pretty he was, or how wonderful he was for dressing up, as they finally left after closing the place down. She of course made it all worth his while, as Toto made Dorothy feel like it was well worth it when they got back to her house, as she knew her father wouldn't be home. When they followed the yellow brick road that lead to the couch and Dorothy's panties would hit the floor, he would not complain for a moment, fully content as the dog enjoyed her bone. There would be not a minute of protest as she fixed his makeup to bring him home in the middle of the night as they both knew his mother would be waiting up. He answered a few of her annoying questions, expecting the inquisition and then gave her not a second of grief as she helped him off with his makeup. When finally his nails were off and his hair unbraided, he happily made his way upstairs, changing for bed. In the morning, it was fully behind him except for the occasional joke, and the week it took for his hair to fully return to its actual color. Jokes in school or from his girlfriend he could handle with ease anyway, but what he really noticed was the difference in his relationship with Kayla. What had gotten a little stale had seemingly turned fresh again, as she'd always been a wonderful girlfriend, yet now seemed even more thoughtful as the holidays approached. She stopped at his house early Thanksgiving morning, picking him up for the traditional football games, looking incredible in her holiday cheer outfit. They spent a good twenty minutes making out in the parking lot before the middle school game before finally they took a breath and she needed to repair her face before cheering for his little brother's team in the game. It was an exciting win, with Ronnie scoring a few touchdowns and staring as always, and then he could barely take his eyes off her, leading the high flying cheers for the high school game that followed. When the games ended, he went home with his family for Thanksgiving dinner, and she went to her uncle's house, meeting up with her dad. They both enjoyed some good meals, family time and pro games, but really all he could think about was seeing her again that night, not worried about watching a bad late night game. With his father already passed out on the couch, half in the bag from holiday cocktails, and his mother cleaning every inch of the house once some of their relatives finally left, he excused himself casually before dessert, dying to see her again.